Lord of Creation/Shuttle the Heavens

If it weren't for some treasures in the map of Shanhe Sheji, she would have become the poorest saint this time.

"Zuwu...!"

Empress Nuwa screamed and directly manifested the holy body in the flood.

She pierced through the sky with one finger, carrying the original power of the world, and clicked over.

"die!"

A simple tone, but it is the sound of creation.

Another ax shattered the finger, and also sent Nu Wa flying into the chaos, leaving only a muffled groan.

The Nuwa sage was defeated.

even injured.

This scene made Sanqing and the Second Saints of the West all look ugly.

Zhen Yuanzi, Ming He, and some hidden great gods all changed countenance.

"die!"

Pan Gu's real body turned around, looked at Di Jun and the others, and raised the phantom ax again.

At this moment, the real body is already unstable and seems to be about to collapse.

The aura of death locked Di Jun and the others, making it difficult to escape.

"Ancestor Dao, the sky should not die!"

Di Jun let out a desperate cry.

Silently, a figure appeared in front of Pan Gu's real body.

Illusion is uncertain, reality does not exist.

He is God!

He is the Tao!

He is Hongjun Daozu!

"enough!"

Daozu Hongjun faced Pangu's real body and said indifferently.

"not enough!"

As Pan Gu's real body said, he aimed at Daozu Hongjun with an axe.

boom……!

Hongjun Daozu blocked the light of the ax with a finger, making it difficult to advance an inch.

At this moment, the wilderness was silent.

With a tremor of his fingers, the light of the ax shattered, and Pangu's real body flew upside down, disintegrated and collapsed in the air, and the twelve ancestor witches fell one after another, each with pale faces, but glaring at Hongjun Daozu.

"why?"

Di Jiang roared.

"Heavenly Court should not be destroyed!"

Daoist Hongjun said indifferently.

"Then wait for the monster clan to recover and destroy our witch clan?" Di Jiang roared, "Hongjun, do you really think that my witch clan is easy to bully? Believe it or not, we will blew ourselves up now, and let Honghuang return to chaos!"

"you try?"

Hongjun Daozu's eyes flickered.

"Hongjun, if you help the monster clan, sooner or later, my witch clan will be wiped out. Instead of this, it's better to decide your life and death today!" Hongjun, with the blood of our Twelve Ancestral Witches, and with the will of Godfather Pangu, we can also pull you down from the Holy Throne, then, hehe...!"

Di Jiang smiled cruelly, and said loudly, "Would you like to return to the embrace of Father God?"

"This is our ultimate destiny!"

The rest of the ancestral witches stood behind Di Jiang one by one.

They all stared at Hongjun.

"Wish to be with the ancestral witch, and return to the arms of God the Father!"

The remaining Wu Clan let out a decisive roar.

The corner of Daozu's mouth twitched slightly.

In the distance, next to the Ancestral Witch Hall.

"Interesting!" Chu Yang showed a strange look, "The Wu Clan is strong, but they can see clearly, but Daozu is unfair, how to choose in this round? Hey, it has nothing to do with me anyway, just take advantage of this opportunity...!"

He walked towards the Pangu Palace.

In the heavenly court, a person appeared, it was Guangming Buddha.

"Ancestor Dao, do you really treat the Wu clan as fools if you are so partial? How would you choose?" Guangming Buddha chuckled, "However, this is a good time to harvest!"

Chapter 932 Looting: Heavenly Treasure

Pangu's real body, breaking through Zhou Tian's star formation and flying Nuwa, could have destroyed the demon clan's Heavenly Court in one battle, but Daozu made a move.

The strength of the Taoist ancestor exceeded everyone's expectations.

Even the saint Nuwa couldn't block the blow from Pangu's real body, but Hongjun Daozu used a finger to block the phantom of Pangu's axe, and his real body collapsed, disintegrating the general trend of the witch clan.

Di Jiang is not stupid either. From Daozu's side gang, he has seen the fate of the Wu clan in the future.

The eyes of the saints of the Three Purities, the Second Saints of the West, and the prehistoric powers all focused on this place.

"The general trend of heaven, the heaven should not be destroyed!"

Daoist Hongjun said indifferently.

"The general trend of the law of heaven is going to destroy our witch clan?" Di Jiang screamed in grief and indignation, "Father God Pangu created the heavens and the earth, created the prehistoric world, so you, the so-called sage of the law of heaven, are going to destroy my witch clan and Pangu's blood?"

"The general trend of the way of heaven cannot be changed!" Daozu Hongjun said again, "This is only one time, there will be no next example! Starting today, within a thousand years, demons will rule the heavens, witches will rule the earth, and there will be no major wars!"

Hahaha!

Di Jiang laughed wildly: "This time, my witch clan could have decided the world in a single battle, but you are helping the witch clan and now divide the liches. Although it is only a thousand years, with your power, you will definitely be able to cultivate and grow the monster clan. My witch clan will definitely be destroyed! Daozu, don't say that you can't help the monster clan, this time is an example!"

In Hongjun's indifferent eyes, a destructive thunder burst out.

"What? Do you want to kill us all? Or seal it?" Di Jiang sneered, "If you have the guts, come and take a look at this prehistoric land. Is it your Hongjun's words? You can do whatever you want? You want to kill us. Kill whoever you want? From now on, the world will run under your will? Could it be that you replaced the way of heaven? Otherwise, the way of heaven is just a collection of order, how can there be any major or minor trends in the operation of virtue and law? It’s all about your will. Hongjun, do you dare to say otherwise?”

The Twelve Patriarchal Witches, with the blood of Pangu, are born to control the laws of the heavenly way. Although they don't have a primordial spirit, their understanding of the heavenly way is definitely beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

In addition to the luck and merit left by Pan Gu, they can be said to be a weakened version of the children of the world.

Hongjun was silent, and the indifference in his eyes was even stronger.

The left eye opens up chaos, and the right eye destroys the world.

The Twelve Patriarch Witch's heart was numb, but he did not back down.

If they retreat today, the fate of the Wu Clan is already doomed.

On Kunlun Mountain, the Sanqing sage stood up abruptly, his expression changing one after another.

The three brothers looked at each other and remained silent.

The second sage of the West tensed up.

Zhen Yuanzi, Ming He and others subconsciously clenched their hands.

None of these top powerhouses in the prehistoric world hoped that there would be a huge will on top of their heads to supervise them all the time.

Shouyang Mountain, outside the ancestral hall of the human race.

Chu Yang's avatar also watched silently.

The avatar cannot practice, and has no self-awareness, but is maintained by a wisp of will of the deity.

"Such a situation shouldn't have happened. With your cultivation, you can easily resolve the danger of the monster clan. Why is it so?"

The avatar turned his hands behind his back and looked towards the place of the great battle.

heaven.

Five steps to the first floor, ten steps to one pavilion, fairy light everywhere, colorful clouds and rainbows, exotic flowers and plants everywhere, carved railings and paintings, and even some decorations, all have been refined into fairy artifacts.

The extravagance is indescribable.

A dreamlike country, a fantasy land.

Even Guangming Buddha was a little shocked.

"Nearly half of the world's wealth is gathered here!"

He sighed in his heart.

The monster clan is powerful, not only overlooking the prehistoric land, but also in charge of the immeasurable starry sky, how much wealth can they search for?

The Guangming Buddha didn't stop, and according to the memory of the monster strongman he killed, he flew towards a place at high speed.

Traveling through many spaces, breaking through all kinds of formations forcefully, killing the strong guards one by one, finally arrived at the destination.

"Fortunately, in the Lich War, there are almost no big Luo powerhouses left behind in the Heavenly Court. Otherwise, if you give me a few more courage, I will not dare to break into this place!"

Bright Buddha sighed.

The Yaozu tried their best to avenge the crown prince, how could they stay behind the powerful forces and not use them?

"Heavenly Garden of Immortal Medicine!"

Deep in the clouds, on the imaginary seaside, a palace appeared.

There are five huge Daoist texts in the scriptures, shining with endless celestial light, and dripping with thousands of auspicious auras.

The Buddha of Light approached, and outside the main hall, several celestial lights immediately descended, condensing into five monster generals, each of whom had the cultivation base of a golden immortal.

"Heaven is important, don't get close!"

They stopped Guangming Buddha.

"I am lacking some guardians, and you are also suitable!"

Guangming Buddha smiled slightly, raised his palm, and slapped it in the air. The Buddha Kingdom contained in his palm easily suppressed the five demon generals inside.

As soon as the thought changes, it has already been transformed, peeping into the memory.

Snapped……!

After a slight pause, the Light Buddha cast a spell, and the gate of the Immortal Medicine Garden opened quickly.In an instant, the brilliance burst out, and the spirit of good fortune flowed violently.

He rushed in without hesitation.

From the outside, this is just a palace, but inside, it is a small world.

"Good fortune, good fortune, this is good fortune!"

Guangming Buddha looked at the medicine fields and the spiritual roots, even with his mind, he couldn't help being excited and trembling all over.

Too much is too much.

If you look around, there is no end in sight.

And the elixir here is all congenital.

There are more than ten million innate elixir.

There are also spiritual roots, each of which occupies a large space, rooted in the mud of the soil, watered by the innate spiritual liquid, and there is no trace of acquired air in the air.

Nuwa used the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil to create humans. Although the soil here is not as good as the Breathing Soil, it is still innate, and it is the most powerful soil for cultivating elixir.

Here it is.

"Heavenly Court, Heavenly Court!"

Guangming Buddha was short of breath.

"There are tens of millions of elixir plants, and endless strange flowers!"