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Nuwa went to the North Sea and beheaded a black tortoise, and took the four poles with four legs to fill the sky, thinking that the sky is a pillar, so the sky has been completed!

Looking at the last five-colored stone in her hand, Nu Wa casually threw it on the prehistoric land.

Just at this time, Li Luo recovered his senses and saw this scene, his eyes flickered with inexplicable color, thoughtful!

Seeing that the big hole had been mended, all the saints who watched with their hands on the sidelines withdrew their magic weapons.

Yuan Shi also conveniently put away the collapsed half of Zhoushan Mountain, secretly happy in his heart, secretly thinking that this stone can be refined into an excellent magic weapon!

Li Luo, however, dismissed it and didn't like it at all. Otherwise, how could it be Yuanshi's turn?

With a bunch of innate spiritual materials presented by Hongmeng, Li Luo is already very content.

"go with!"

Taiqing, who was surrounded by an old god, took a look and saw the desolation of the world, so he couldn't help linking his thoughts to the way of heaven, and with the help of the power of the way of heaven, he used the supernatural power of time backwards.

With it as the center, a wave spread out towards the surroundings.

Spread across the entire prehistoric continent, until the end of the sky, the edge of the world.

The next moment, a magical scene happened.

Time began to slowly go backwards, and the giant tree that fell on the ground grew back again.

Countless stones gathered rapidly, condensing into tens of thousands of peaks, and restored the appearance before the calamity.

The broken earth was closed again, and countless cracks and abysses disappeared.

Countless spiritual veins of the earth destroyed by the aftermath of the calamity reunited and returned to nature.

Soon, the entire Great Desolate Continent returned to the state before the calamity.

But it can be seen that the peaks on the Great Desolate Continent protrude, the clouds formed by spiritual energy fill the air, occasionally cranes sing, melodiously and crisply, and the colorful clouds float and rippling!

The sky is reflected by the rays of the sun, just like thousands of golden rays spouting rainbows, thousands of auspicious qi spraying purple mist, making the clouds even more misty, and it is the magic of good fortune.

All of this seems to have returned to the beginning of the prehistoric era, when the innate spiritual energy was strong, the calamity energy disappeared, and the world was peaceful.

"hiss!"

Everyone was stunned to see the wild land that was originally full of desolation restored to its previous scene in an instant.

Such incredible supernatural powers happened right under the noses of everyone.

Although there are not many remaining creatures in the prehistoric world today, there are quite a few.

In addition to those two families of Liches who escaped the catastrophe, there are also many prehistoric casual cultivators.

Everyone came back to their senses after a shock, and looked at the six figures in the sky in awe.

Their image grew taller at this moment.

Although the saint rarely shows up and rarely makes a move.

But at this moment, all beings in the world realized what the majesty of a saint is.

It turns out that after the world is broken, can it be restored?

So, is this the great supernatural power of a saint?

It turns out that this means that all saints are ants?

turn out to be...

"The power of heaven is indeed an external manifestation of the power of the world's origin!"

Seeing Taiqing using the magical power of time, Li Luo was thoughtful.

The prehistoric world is a special world, even with Li Luo's ability, he can't shake the law of time in the slightest.

Only by obtaining the authority of heaven and controlling the latitude and longitude of heaven and earth can one obtain authority and use time supernatural powers.

With the current growth rate of humanity, there is still a long way to go to reach this step.

Only after Li Luo has obtained Hunyuan and truly controls the great power of humanity, can he be equal to these heavenly saints.

"However, the power of heaven is not perfect. It looks gorgeous, but it also has flaws!"

However, Li Luo discovered something was wrong.

That is, although the prehistoric land now seems to have recovered to before the calamity.

But in Li Luo's eyes, he found that it was not the same thing at all.

Not to mention anything else, Zhoushan collapsed and became Buzhoushan.

It affected the operation of the entire prehistoric world.

In the past, there was an infinite formation outside the entire prehistoric world.

Swallowing the energy of chaos and turning it into innate spirit energy, the entire prehistoric world is always in the growth stage.

But right now, Zhou Shan's collapse has caused a loophole in the perfectly functioning formation.

There was a problem with the large array of energy conversion, and the speed of conversion naturally slowed down.

"Could it be that this is the reason for the end of the world?"

Suddenly, Li Luo remembered the myths and legends of later generations, but they coincided with the scene in front of him.

Originally, a normal world is constantly growing until it reaches the limit of the world itself.

Just like the previous prehistoric world, when it was opened up by Pangu, it was not as big as it is now.

But after the three calamities of opening the sky, ferocious beasts, and dragons and phoenixes, the prehistoric world has changed drastically.

Not only has it grown several times as a whole, but even the rules of heaven and earth have become much tighter.

If it continues at this speed, perhaps the prehistoric world will evolve to another higher level.

But now, there is no such possibility.

Zhou Shan is broken, and the world has stopped growing.

This is a human reason?

Or is it God's will?

Just when Li Luo was thinking deeply, he saw a large group of virtuous energy falling from the nine heavens.

But it is the way of heaven that feels that the saints mend the sky, so they send great merit.

Among them, Nu Wa contributed the most, so she got [-]%, and the remaining [-]% was shared equally by the rest.

I saw a ray of merit falling on top of Li Luo's head, interrupting his contemplative thoughts and regaining consciousness.

When he looked around, he found that this kind of merit probably had less than [-]% of it.

"Heavenly merit? What use is it to me?"

After thinking about it, Li Luo didn't refuse, but casually took out an Houtian Lingbao from his portable space and put it away.

The next moment, this spiritual treasure transformed into a spiritual treasure of acquired merit.

At the same time, Li Luo felt that the power of the entire humanity had increased by a little bit, about 0.1%.

It is the reward given by Dao for Humanity who has survived this calamity.

On the other hand, after Nu Wa obtained the merit, she directly absorbed it.

She only felt that the way of sanctification, which had not increased for a long time, had improved a lot, and she couldn't help being overjoyed!

You know, after reaching the level of a saint, it is very difficult to improve a little bit.

Only merit and luck can help a saint improve his cultivation.

This is also the reason why the saints earn merit and luck.

All the saints shared less than [-]% of it, and they put it away with satisfaction.

Turning their heads, the saints looked at the remaining two clans of liches in the calamity.

It can be seen that the total number of people from the two clans is only a few hundred thousand at this time, which shows the fierceness of this battle!

"Everyone, how should the Lich clan deal with it?"

As a senior brother, Taiqing asked.

"If you are from the Yaozu, I will take it away!"

When Nuwa saw the few monster races in the bottom, she couldn't help feeling sad, and said hastily.

The once powerful race across the prehistoric world fell apart and disappeared.

There are only three or two big cats and kittens left in the huge monster clan.

"Yes! But Junior Sister Nuwa, you must strictly discipline her so that no troubles will arise!"

Taiqing thought for a while, nodded in agreement, but still urged.

It is destined by the way of heaven that if the last race that was able to survive the calamity is destined to withdraw from the big stage of the prehistoric world, it will not be born again.

Just like the three clans of dragon, phoenix and kylin who measured calamity last time.

"Yes, obey the order of the elder brother!"

Nuwa was overjoyed when she heard the words, and quickly agreed.

Then, with a wave of her sleeve, she covered the remaining monster races on the ground.

Put away all of them, and by the way, the monster clan's treasure Zhao Yao Banner.

"Then what about these witches?"

Seeing this, Zhunti asked aloud.

Although Sanqing despises the witches for their lack of primordial spirits and looks down on them, but he, Xixi, is not afraid of anyone who comes.

No matter what race it is, Zhunti doesn't want to let it go.

What's more, these witches and barbarians are tall and strong, aren't they just good seedlings for coolies?

In the future, building a prosperous West will require them to contribute.

"If Junior Brother Zhunti likes it, just take it away!"

Yuan Shi wanted to say something, but after Taiqing stopped him, he said it aloud.

"This..."

Yuan Shi was a little surprised. Although these barbarians were unbearable, they were also creatures of the Eastern world. How could they let the Western duo pull them over?

Taiqing glanced at him and said nothing.

Although he didn't say it clearly, Yuanshi already knew what Taiqing meant.

At this time and at that time, all the saints must unite to deal with humanity and authenticity together.

The rest of the little things can be ignored.

"Haha, big senior brother is bright, little brother is impolite!"

When Zhunti heard this, he couldn't help being overjoyed, and wanted to take away those poor and helpless witches on the ground.

At this moment, a deserted voice came from afar.

"I am a member of the witch clan, so I won't bother you!"

The saints looked from a distance, and saw Houtu standing at the gate of the Land of Reincarnation, no, it should be said to be Empress Pingxin.

Although she can't leave the land of reincarnation, she can transmit her voice.

"Houtu, could it be that you want to intervene?"

At this time, Zhunti, who was originally happy, couldn't help but pull his face down when he heard the words, as uncomfortable as eating a dead fly.

Seeing that the duck near his mouth was about to fly away, he was absolutely unwilling.

"I recalled my disciples, how can I intervene?"

Houtu didn't like him at all, and said flatly.

The eleven ancestor witches all fell, and Houtu's heart had already accumulated endless anger.

At the same time, she had already made a decision in her heart.

If Zhunti continued to mess around, he would end up dying, and he would have to bite off a piece of flesh from Zhunti's body.