Hong Huang: Zulong's will, I have a saint brother

Which monk in the world of mortals will worship him in the future?

The way of the three corpses is only half explained.

There are still 800 years of sermons to completely fix these three thousand monks in the world of mortals.

There was an accident at this time.

All the efforts that Na Hongjun had made before were in vain.

Hongjun quickly sacrificed his mana, intending to stabilize the time in Zixiao Palace.

puff!

Mana just started.

Hongjun spat out another mouthful of black blood.

The cracks on the body spurted out large swaths of bright red. .

Chapter 82 You are in and out, what do you think of Zixiao Palace?

Crackling.

The time in Zixiao Palace freezes and continues to expand.

In a few moments.

All the monks in the world of mortals will wake up from the time freeze.

then.

They will know everything.

When the time comes, will Hongjun be able to continue to educate all living beings?

Not necessarily.

There is no universal etiquette and morality in the prehistoric world.

The only universal universal.

That is, whoever has the biggest fist will listen to him.

Since Longming's fist is bigger.

Then how many of the three thousand monks in the world of mortals will go to Long Ming?

Hongjun was very anxious.

Want to stop.

But mana together.

He kept vomiting blood.

He is alive now because of the way of heaven.

otherwise.

dead early.

But his body, which was already on the verge of collapse, could not bear more power of heaven.

Heaven can only maintain Hongjun's life.

I want to help him save face.

impossible.

The more impatient Hongjun became, the more powerless he became.

With the weakness of his saint.

Even the floating island where Zixiao Palace is located began to crack.

This floating island is seen from the outside.

But the radius is thousands of miles.

But really get into it.

But I don't know how many hundreds of millions of miles away.

There are countless mountains and rivers here.

There are groups of spirit beasts and fairy birds.

Rare grasses and exotic flowers are all over the mountains and plains.

However this time.

The floating island shakes and cracks.

then.

The mountains fell.

The long river broke its embankment.

Animals and birds were killed and injured countless times.

Several concentric rings with a diameter of hundreds of millions of miles surround the floating island.

They are like ribbons.

Again like a chain.

These are the order chains that appeared due to the existence of Hongjun, a saint.

Saints are originally part of the prehistoric way of heaven.

its existence.

It is heaven.

It is order.

Now the saint is shaken.

The chain of order forcibly appeared.

It is necessary to lock the floating island of Zixiao Palace, which represents the identity of a saint.

however.

That doesn't stop the floating island from collapsing.

It's just a delay for some time.

Hongjun's spiritual thoughts swept across the entire Zixiao Palace, and a trace of hostility flashed in his eyes.

Since the deity can't get it.

Then... it's all ruined.

He gritted his teeth.

Prepare to kill all three thousand monks in the world of mortals in the frozen time.

It's easy.

It doesn't take much power.

Even now he can do it.

But just when Hongjun had just made up his mind.

A ray of light appeared in front of him.

The time freeze of the entire Zixiao Palace instantly stabilized.

Hongjun looked up in horror.

Long Ming no longer knew when he was standing in front of him.

And directly took over the time freeze of Zixiao Palace.

No.

Not just time.

Hongjun's mind swept away.

It was discovered that Long Ming had taken over the entire Zixiao Palace.

He gasped.

Zixiao Palace was established by the deity with the power of heaven.

Be protected by heaven.

But Zixiao Palace was instantly taken over by Long Ming?

The deity didn't even know when it happened.

Hongjun twitched the corners of his mouth.

At the beginning, he still felt that Long Ming didn't deal with him directly.

It was because he had three thousand mortal monks as hostages.

Only now know.

Long Ming didn't kill him.

Just simply don't want to.

What did Long Ming want to do.

No one can stop it.

He is not a saint.

Heaven doesn't work either.

"Friend Daoist, are you here to execute me?"

Hongjun smiled bitterly.

Long Ming waved his hand.

A chaotic Yimu life formation that enveloped the entire 33 layers of heaven appeared in the sky above Zixiao Palace.

The incomparably huge formation covers the entire 33 layers of outer space.

Since the birth of 33 Chongtianwai.

The chaotic wind that never stops, the yin and yang magic thunder.

It stopped silently for an instant.

It's like they never showed up.

Hundreds of millions of miles of clouds bloomed from the top of Zixiao Palace.

Enlu is like rain.

Unparalleled sweetness.

A breathless rainstorm fell.

Where the rainstorm has passed.

The split floating islands gradually healed.

The dead spirit beasts and birds were revived one after another.

The chain of order that was almost broken was hidden again.

Everything returned to normal in an instant.

at last.

It rained and it was fine.

Yunxia turns purple.