In the ninth level of the prehistoric sky, on the Nantian Gate of the Demon Court, a golden light flew into the Demon Emperor's Palace.
"Damn! Brother, that barbarian Li Xuan is not dead!" Taiyi said with anger in his eyes.
On the throne of the Golden Crow Emperor, Emperor Jun took back the Supervising Sky Mirror with an expression on his face, his face was as calm as ever. Although he had already seen in his heart that Li Xuan would not fall so easily, he still had some thoughts. Now he saw Li Xuan return to the Wu Clan.
, I was also very annoyed.
"Okay, I didn't kill the barbarian last time, but I will kill him next time! No one can stop the pace of my demon tribe!" Emperor Jun said, with a godless majesty emanating from him, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes. "Now that that one has succeeded, I believe that the saints of the ancient world will begin to return one after another in the future. Taiyi, we two brothers must become saints, otherwise our demon clan will not say anything about defeating the wizard clan and unifying the ancient world in the future, but we will just maintain that
It’s hard to say what the supreme overlord status is!” Di Jun said solemnly. With Di Jun’s plan, how could he not see that the era of saints is coming? No one can bear to be overpowered by others, let alone the supreme saint.
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Taiyi understood that the person Di Jun was talking about was Nuwa, who had just become a saint. The saint knows the world, and anyone who calls the saint directly can be noticed instantly.
"Brother, I will take people to Wuzhuang Temple right now to kill the Hongyun Ancestor and take back the Hongmeng Purple Qi!" After Taiyi said this, he was about to get up, but was stopped by Di Jun.
"Huh, Wuzhuang Temple is Zhen Yuanzi's dojo. Although that guy is only in the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, he has the Book of Earth and is very good at defense. I am afraid that Wuzhuang Temple has been arranged like a turtle shell by him, even if
Even if you have the Chaos Clock, you won’t be able to break this guy’s defense for even a moment.” Di Jun said.
"Brother..." Taidu was dissatisfied for a moment.
"This matter is of great importance and needs to be considered in the long run!" Di Jun said.
"Brother means..."
"Haha, the demon master must have already had an idea..."
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In the prehistoric times, since Taoist Hongjun gave the Hongmeng Purple Qi that day, it means that saints will be born in the future and enter the era of saints. However, tens of millions of years have passed since the Zixiao Palace, but no saint has been born in the prehistoric times.
, as time goes by, all sentient beings gradually become indifferent to saints, and as Nuwa creates humans and becomes saints, she overwhelms the ancient world. In an instant, countless living beings in the ancient world know the greatness of the saint, and at the same time, it also stimulates the Three Pure Ones.
Waiting for a group of powerful people from ancient times.
In the Kunlun Fairyland, since Chaos watched Nuwa launch the Emperor Wa Emperor that day, Sanqing immediately returned to the dojo to retreat.
"Brother, I didn't expect that Nuwa was walking in front of us." Tongtian said with a flash of desire in his eyes.
After hearing Tongtian's words, Yuanshi Tianzun's face darkened visibly, his brows furrowed, and he didn't say a word.
Seeing the gloomy face of his second son, Yuan Yuan, Tongtian's heart suddenly felt happy. The three of them had been together for countless years, and Tongtian knew Yuan Yuan's nature, but usually Yuan Yuan relied on his identity as the second child, which was not the case for him.
The criticism made Tongtian very worried. Now he just took the opportunity to tease the other party, just to talk about who can preach first, but Tongtian, who has a proud temperament, doesn't care much. Anyway, he firmly believes that his three brothers will definitely become saints.
It's just a matter of time.
How could Tongtian's thoughts be hidden from me? I glared at Tongtian helplessly.
"Hehe... Brother, the saint will preach in a thousand years. Do you want to go when I wait?" Tongtian said with a smile.
"Humph, there is no room for compromise on the road to the great road. How can we miss the sermons of the saints!" Before I could speak, the Primordial Heavenly Lord shouted with a gloomy face.
In response to the original scolding, Tongtian was speechless and said nothing.
"Okay, my second brother is right. Although we have the Hongmeng Purple Qi, the saint's sermons cannot be missed." I said calmly.
"Good."
The two responded.
The same topic is heard everywhere in the prehistoric continent. In the Western Continent, since the demon ancestor Rahu self-destructed the Western ancestral lineage, all the spiritual veins in the prehistoric Western Continent were destroyed. Countless sacred mountains and fairyland were destroyed in the explosion, and the Western world has become desolate since then.
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The two men, Jie Yin and Zhunti, who inherited the last destiny of the Western world, have been working hard to restore the Western world all their lives. Now their dojo, Lingshan, is the first fairyland in the Western world, with countless golden lights blooming from the top of Lingshan.
, bursts of Sanskrit sounds came from the mountain, it was the two of them who had been destined to be received by the Western world over the years.
"Brother, Nuwa has already attained enlightenment and become a saint, but we don't know how long it will take for her to become a saint?" Taoist Master Zhunti sighed.
Regarding the Hongmeng Purple Qi, the two of them had already deduced it countless times together, but they still couldn't figure out the secret of the Hongmeng Purple Qi, and they didn't even have a clue if they wanted to refine the Hongmeng Purple Qi to achieve enlightenment and become a saint.
Thinking of this, Jie Ying's originally pained expression became even more painful.
"Alas~ How can it be so easy to climb the holy road? Everything is fate and cannot be forced." The Taoist guide said with his hands clasped together.
Hearing this, Zhunti shook his head and said: "Senior brother is saying that fate is so wonderful that it is indescribable. That sermon a thousand years later..."
"Go!" Jieyin said.
Zhunti's face was stunned, and he said weakly: "Brother, then... then the gift..."
"Send it off!" Jie Yin said with a bitter look on his face and a cruel heart.
Zhunti's face instantly became even more bitter than that of Hui Yin. Are those genius treasures treasures? That was his fate as a Taoist Zhunti!
All kinds of geniuses and treasures in the Western world have long been buried with Luo Hu's self-destruction. The spiritual treasures in the hands of the two of them are all the spiritual treasures that they came back from after years of hard work in the East, and are reserved for the development of the West.
Going to listen to the sermon now, it would have been okay if it had been someone else, but both of them and Nuwa were Taoist disciples, and Nuwa was the senior sister. No matter how shameless they were, they would not dare to have sex for nothing, otherwise they would be despising saints.
Come down, it’s enough for two people to drink a pot.
"Junior brother, don't just see what's in front of you, we must have a pattern..."
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The ancient land, Wanshou Mountain, and Wuzhuang Temple are the Taoist temple of Zhen Yuanzi.
"Hmm! Brother Tao, your ginseng fruit is still sweet. I have been eating it for millions of years and I never get tired of it. I just like the taste." Hongyun Patriarch looked like Ge You and was lying on the seat, eating a ginseng fruit in each hand.
What a joy.
"You, hum, you are so angry, old master, for ruining my fruit like this!" Hongyun, the old master of Zhen Yuanzi on the side, swallowed the ginseng fruits one by one, and was so angry that his beard stood up.
"Hmph, tell me, will you go to Nawa Huangtian to listen to the sermon this time? Don't worry, as long as the book is here, no one can touch you and me." Zhen Yuanzi said seriously.
"Haha, no, no, the old Taoist has been in Wuzhuang Temple for hundreds of thousands of years. He is really panicking and plans to travel around the ancient times to see if he can understand the chance of becoming a saint." Hongyun said with a smile. As the innate No. 1
A red cloud takes shape. Ancestor Hongyun is born with a temper that can't sit still. He likes to travel to various places. He has been holding it in at Wuzhuang Temple for hundreds of thousands of years. It's really hard to hold it in.
"No! Do you know how many people in the whole prehistoric era want to kill you?!" Zhen Yuanzi shouted.