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He found a huge problem.

How did these heavens and myriad worlds form, and why are they so similar but not related to each other.

Didn't it mean that in the realm of Daluo, I am the only one in all realms, and I can travel all over the heavens?

But he clearly saw that Da Luo in this world had no connection with the same group of people in the Conferred God World.

Except that the magic weapon cannot exist at the same time, the Guanyin of Journey to the West is not connected with the luck of Cihang in the prehistoric world, and the cause and effect are not connected. They seem to be completely two people.

He even doubted that Guanyin, who traveled to the West, would live well if he killed Ci Hang Taoist in this other world.

In fact, Zhunti didn't deserve to die.

Because, he has been sanctified in another world.

How can a saint die?

Even if it is pushed back to the upper reaches of history, since he is a saint, the past and the future are gone. No matter what, he won't be killed by himself before he becomes a saint?

Big problem.

Even if he is sanctified and can comprehend the most original mystery of heaven and earth, Yang Lin can't figure it out.

Therefore, he spent most of his time wandering in the vortex of time and space, exploring the source of the long river of time and space.

This kind of practice requires wholehearted retreat, roaming the primordial spirit, and not asking about the outside world.

Just as he saw a huge ball of light again, and his divine sense detected the scene of Ragnarok and Olympus, suddenly, there was a movement in his heart, and the eternal soul suddenly felt anxious and angry.

"Has something happened to Hong Huang?"

In a flash, the primordial spirit returned, and when he received the spiritual thoughts from Changxi and Sanxiao just now, his heart immediately became furious.

Yang Lin let out a muffled snort, soaring into the sky, the sage pressured towards the bank of the Chishui River, and in a blink of an eye, he was beside Changxi and Sanxiao.

"Okay, very good, Donghuang Taiyi, Fuxi, you monster race, this is a boring job."

Chapter 757 You Can't Go

"You stand back."

Protect Changxi and Sanxiao behind them.

With a wave of Yang Lin's hand, there was an army of monsters covering thousands of miles around the mountains and mountains, millions of big and small monsters, and countless green buds emerged from their bodies.

puff……

Countless voices condensed into one sound.

The seeds germinated, grew vigorously, and amidst the shrieking roars, those big monsters, no matter whether they were cultivated as true immortals or golden fairyland, or little monsters who were in the primordial spirit realm or not as good as Liu, all froze in stature, flesh and blood bloomed, their souls collapsed, and they transformed. It is a blossoming jade white magnolia.

Looking around, the mountains, hills, rivers and streams are all a piece of jade white.

The breeze blows, leaving only a tangy aroma.

"Holy Master!"

"Saint teacher..."

Crazy shouts sounded from all over the wild.

That was the human race cheering.

When they saw the figure in the mid-air, which was exactly the same as the statue that had been worshiped every day for 2000 years, everyone felt an incomparable peace of mind in their hearts.

"You, Mu Taoist, as a saint, you are so ruthless, bullying the small with the big, it's too much."

Fu Xi's heart was bleeding.

The coercion of the saint came over, and he struggled to move, but he still felt that the physical body and soul were very unnatural.

At this moment, the whole person seemed to be put on a layer of shackles, and his magic power was not flowing smoothly. He could only watch helplessly as Changxi broke away from the big formation formed by Hetu Luoshu. When the army of 700 million demon clansmen reached [-] million, all of them died in one fell swoop.

Inside, there are more than [-] demon gods, all of them are masters of the Great Luo Realm, standing by the side, preparing to sweep the human race all the way. Of course, they also have the intention of guarding against the witch clan's surprise attack.

So many elite monster races were still under the protection of Zhou Tian Xingdou Great Formation, and they were directly killed by the holy man's range attack, wood-type holy art.

Not even the soul escaped.

Fuxi was terrified in his heart, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

He never expected that in the prehistoric struggle for hegemony, the high-ranking sage would directly attack ordinary monster clans regardless of appearance. Is there any reason for this?

"This is what I said, and there are more excessive things, you haven't seen..."

Yang Lin laughed, but his eyes were slightly cold.

"You monster clan are used to being tyrannical and domineering. Why don't you take the creatures of the world seriously? You are only allowed to kill, and others are not allowed to kill you?"

"Quickly retreat, retreat to the formation, please Saint Nuwa."

Fuxi's face was flushed red, he was upset, and wanted to argue again, but Donghuang Taiyi's brows twitched, and he seemed to see blood coming from the sky, and without thinking, he covered his body with the chaotic bell, and the witch-slaying sword in his hand. Horizontally in front of the chest, he slashed fiercely, and his body retreated quickly.

I haven't forgotten to let out a wild cry.

One is to remind Fuxi to run away immediately, and the other is to warn the Heavenly Court of the Monster Race, please quickly invite Saint Nuwa...

His cultivation level may not be higher than Fuxi's, but his combat experience is even stronger.

More importantly, he is connected with the Chaos Clock, an innate treasure that can suppress the luck of a religion, and can sense some things that others cannot.

After all, it is the ultimate treasure of life.

Even if the strength does not reach the saint level, and the full power of the treasure cannot be exerted, it can basically resist the coercion of the saint and will not be affected too much.

Moreover, when facing the saint, he can make a bold move.

Just like that.

He has already sensed the catastrophe first.

Real and innocent, hard to hide and hard to escape.

He knew in his heart that even if he attacked, it would be useless.

The best choice is actually to turn offense into defense and run as the best policy.

As long as they escaped from this battle situation, fled to the center of the Zhou Tian Xing Dou formation, and survived for a while, until Nu Wa made a move, they would be considered safe.

"East Emperor Taiyi, anyone can leave, but you can't."

Yang Lin's voice seemed to resound in the sky, and it exploded in everyone's hearts like thunder.

The thick murderous intent turned the world into a blood red.

A palm has been quietly poked out.

Donghuang Taiyi turned into a rainbow light, flashing for thousands of miles, the chaotic clock around him was dimly lit, the bells were ringing continuously, and the ripples overlapped, and they were already in full operation.

But the witch-slaying sword cut out a rain of swords, with an all-conquering ferocious aura.

He has used all his abilities.

However, it was useless.

As soon as that giant white hand was stretched out, the vitality of the heavens and the earth surged and turned into a giant rock peak, covering the sky and covering the sun, just like the reappearance of Buzhou Mountain, it was heavily pressed down.

Five fingers closed.

Yang Lin grabbed Donghuang Taiyi and Chaos Bell.

Captured in front of the body.

At this moment, Yang Lin's body was majestic and huge, standing in the middle of the sky and the earth, his whole body exuded billions of radiance, his eyes were shining with gold, locked on Donghuang Taiyi's body, watching him change into his original form, a huge three-legged Golden Crow Thumping and jumping, without saying much, he squeezed it down.

The golden light exploded and roared, and the infinite force passed through the protection of the Chaos Clock, and the creaking sound made people's teeth ache. Everyone saw that Donghuang Taiyi's golden crow body, which was like a golden flame and a scorching sun, was squeezed out. The crack was crushed into pieces, and a blood mist was squeezed out, and the demon soul and primordial spirit were also crushed into nothingness by the golden light.

The Chaos Clock and the Witch-Slaying Sword fell slowly, and were gently held by the giant hand, without any sign of resistance.

It turned out that in an instant, the imprint of spiritual consciousness had been erased, and it changed hands on the spot.

"call out……"

The countless casual cultivators looming around them all took a long breath.

It's a big deal.

Donghuang Taiyi, one of the rulers of the Heavenly Court of the Monster Race, just died, his body and soul were all destroyed, and his death was worthless.

And the cause of the incident was because he targeted some weak human races.

In the distance, the witch clan was slightly silent. There were only eight ancestor witches left. Seeing the enemy who had fought for countless years die like this, they should be happy in their hearts, but they couldn't laugh at all.

It is really a thing that hurts its kind, and the rabbit dies and the fox is sad.

Although witches are different, the opponent is an enemy, but fundamentally speaking, the essence of life is not much different from oneself.

The same late quasi-sage, the same rare top power between heaven and earth, was just crushed to death like an ant.

So, what about these people?

Isn't it true that these years of fighting, in the eyes of the superiors, is just a joke, if you are really unhappy, just squeeze to death.

For a while, both the monster clan and the witch clan felt a little disheartened.

Completely different from the two races of witches and witches, and Honghuang Sanxiu, everyone in the Honghuang race felt elated when they saw this scene, and shouted in unison.

Although they are weak, they have strong support. As long as the saint master is still there, they should walk proudly between the heaven and the earth without fear.

Fuxi was a little numb from shock.

Finally reacted at this time.

A creature like a sage is not what he imagined, he would be scruples about this, he would be scruples about that, and Nuwa's arrogance may be just an example.

The other party was really embarrassed and cruel, and in a fit of anger, he killed the Yaozu whenever he wanted. This time, it was really a disaster.

He sank his heart, poured all his mana into Hetu Luoshu crazily, and the primordial spirit deduced a way out. Between the heaven and the earth, a huge chessboard appeared, splitting the space and covering up his figure.

At this moment, his image turned into dots of starlight, which complemented the prehistoric stars, and his aura also faded away, and he was about to flee for thousands of miles.

Chapter 758 The Frog at the Bottom of the Well

"I've already done it in front of me, and I still want to leave easily, Fuxi, your thinking is too wonderful."

Yang Lin's face was expressionless, and he didn't even have much killing intent.

Just now he crushed Donghuang Taiyi to death, and directly beheaded millions of monsters from the monster clan, and let out a fierce breath of anger.

Although he knew that the prehistoric human race was suffering a lot, it was really miserable trying to survive in the cracks.

He was bullied by the witches and treated as a slave.

Devoured by monsters and fierce beasts, struggling to survive.

This is what happens every day.

However, he couldn't do much more.

As a human race, one has to grow stronger slowly, and one cannot rely on the protection of others to survive forever. If things go on like this, they may be raised and abolished.

Therefore, he didn't want to see the miserable situation of the human race. When Changxi, Sanxiao and others in the East China Sea Hedao gradually reduced their shots, he couldn't bear to see the miserable situation of the human race, and directly sank into the practice, no longer paying attention to the prehistoric Fight for hegemony.

Some things, knowing that it is right to do so, it is the best choice to ignore.

However, it simply cannot be done.

When Yang Lin's spiritual thoughts were disturbed, and he saw the monsters devouring the flesh and blood of the human race, practicing swords with Yuan Ling, killing the human race by millions, like slaughtering pigs and dogs, he still couldn't help but burst into anger.

It has nothing to do with sex, and it has nothing to do with morality.

It's just because those obsessions in the past life, a thought of the past.

'I have already practiced to become a saint, and I am so powerful, what rules and rules do I still follow, even if it is a little more protection, so what?Even if the experience is insufficient in the early stage, if more people survive and grow up slowly, so what? '

"If you don't like it, you will die..."

Yang Lin shot like this.

I don't care at all, has the balance of strength between the demon and the witch been broken, so what?

The protagonist of the human race is determined by God, even if God's will changes, I can change him back.

The Eastern Emperor Taiyi is dead, so what about Fuxi?