Honghuang: Sleeping for countless years, exposed by his disciples

Just now there was a crowd of people watching the theater, but in an instant, there was no trace.

Almost gone!

And the reception and quasi-promotion in the field are even more bewildered!

Fog Grass!God, you don't play your cards according to the routine!

Nuwa Hongyun Tongtian shattered all the Dao fruits that you descended, and you couldn't descend even the thunder calamity.

I just said "Wo Nen Die", you are so ruthless!

There is no way to avoid the catastrophe of heaven!

In just an instant, Lei Jie submerged the receiving Zhunti.

Tens of thousands of purple-gold sky thunders illuminated the whole prehistoric region.

It was indeed a "swish", and the sky dawned.

Jieyin Zhunti's screams were covered by rumbling thunder.

Everyone glanced at it from a distance.

Jieyin Zhunti, who seemed to be taking a bath in the sky thunder, emitted bursts of golden light.

"You say, is this a unique skill taught by the West?"

"What stunt?"

"Buddhist golden body!"

"Sounds pretty awesome!"

"What's the smell, it seems to have a meaty smell?"

"The Buddha's golden body was scorched by the lightning."

hiss!

Everyone shuddered.

Looking up at the sky, I can't understand it.

Did Tiandao eat some great tonic, otherwise why is it so fierce?

in the sky.

Tiandao turned into a boy in black, spinning the Tiandao roulette.

Looking at Jieyin and Zhunti who were blown up into smoke in the wilderness, the corners of his mouth curled up.

If you are as brave as me, why can't you?

The previous few times were accidents!

"I! Heaven! Justify my name!"

Chapter 94 It's almost time to work with Tiandao to calculate the cause and effect of the Taixuan Taoist

three full days.

A total of 99 purple gold sky thunders bombed.

Receiving Zhunti was still heaving a sigh of relief.

It is worthy of being the realm of a saint, that is, to resist beating.

Now they are dressed in rags and pitch-black, as if they just came out of a coal mine.

"Burp" several puffs of black smoke, and then quietly climbed up from the scorched earth in the west.

The Heavenly Dao blasted too hard.

Like a long-distance relationship, the longer you hold it in, the more intense it will be.

In the first three thunder tribulations, none of them poured out.

But this time, receiving Zhunti, he withstood the bombing and pouring down like a storm from heaven.

Today, the land in the west that leads Zhunti's feet is full of devastation and dim.

There is no festive spectacle of the birth of a saint at all.

"Brother, we have been thinking about how to plot against others all day long. Unexpectedly, we have been plotted by others from the beginning to the end."

Zhunti spoke dejectedly, with strands of black air still oozing from his mouth.

This day, all the accusations were burnt.

With only half a breath left, he raised his eyes to look at the sky where the thunder calamity had dissipated.

There was deep resentment buried deep in his eyes, and he said: "Junior Brother, don't be sad, the only thing that can be repaired now is to revitalize our Western religion."

As he spoke, a strange light flashed through Taoist Taoist's muddy eyes.

The two are indeed veterans who have worked together for many years. They have shared stolen goods together, carried guns together, and plagiarized together...

There is an unparalleled tacit understanding.

Taoist Zhunti only had a moment of confusion in his eyes before he understood the meaning of receiving and guiding, and a gleam of light gradually emerged from his eyes.

Nod to each other.

Since Hongjun plotted against us, why don't we conversely plot against his Taoism?

Ever since, the two once again declared to Honghuang in unison: "My colleagues in Honghuang, the Western religion takes it as its mission to save all living beings from the sea of ​​suffering. Therefore, the Western religion does not set a threshold, and anyone who has a destiny with the West can enter my sect!"

Everyone listened and admired Jieyin Zhunti's never-say-die tenacity.

He was bombarded crazily by Heavenly Dao just now, and nothing happened in the blink of an eye.

Dedicated to the cause of revitalizing Western religion.

"Amazing! He has carried 99 purple gold thunders from the heavens!" A living passer-by exclaimed.

Passerby B, his companion next to him, showed a puzzled expression, and said, "But the two leading saints have been bombed by the Heavenly Dao. Is this Western religion reliable?"

Passerby A nodded: "That's right, the thief looks unreliable."

Passer-by B added: "Besides, Western religions don't set thresholds, so I always feel a little bit cheap!"

"Then which sect do you want to join?"

"The cut-off of the Master Tongtian!"

"Count me in!"

"What if you don't pass the test of Master Tongtian?"

"Then go explain the teachings! If it doesn't work, there is still the Western teachings!"

"Fellow Daoist is brilliant!"

In fact, it is.

Millennia to come.

Kunlun Fairy Mountain is very lively.

But all of them are rushing to the heavenly interception.

The Chanjiao, which is also in the Kunlun Fairy Mountain, is deserted and neglected, and no one cares about it.

Yuanshi finally saw a person who was going to join the Chanjiao, so he made a calculation.

Good guy.

He was just eliminated from the Jiejiao of the old Santongtian.

Yuan Shi was bored, his eyes were dull, and he muttered: "So I'm just a spare tire."

Jieyin Zhunti guarded the Western religion, where only crows screamed all day long, and never thought that the dignified saint sect could not even be regarded as a spare tire.

......

Prehistoric times do not remember years, and time is worthless.

The years are like a song, and the trajectory of the prehistoric river draws out mottled ripples in the long river of time, intertwined with complicated cause and effect like a spider's web.

Another millennium passed by in a flash.

The flood at this time.

Although Houtu, Queen Mother of the West, and Xihe have not yet proved the Tao, they have officially entered the age of saints.

Pangu Sanqing, Western Ershi, Nuwa and Hongyun have all proved the Tao, or become saints, or become Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

The five religions of man, demon, interception, interpretation, and Buddhism stand side by side.

The game between the saints has just begun.

In millennium time.

Lao Tzu set up a dojo for the Demon Sect in Shouyang Mountain.

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the Taoist temple was established in Kunlun Mountain.

Tongtian established a dojo on Penglai Island.

Sanqing officially separated.

There was no dispute at the beginning of the sect.

And because of the many variables in the prehistoric world, the calamity of the Lich's destiny is slower than the original prehistoric trajectory.

The Wu people lived a peaceful and peaceful life in Buzhou Mountain.

Even if there are often frictions with the monster clan, it will never reach the point of fighting with the clan.

This made Daozu Hongjun anxious.

Outside Zixiao Palace, the chaotic wind whimpered.

Hongjun was in the palace, constantly calculating the changes in the prehistoric world.

But his brows were furrowed as if they were locked.

"These hundreds of thousands of variables change too fast, and I can't grasp it at all!"

"The Heavenly Lich has a lot of calamity, why has there been no sign of an outbreak?"

"We must add a fire!"

But just as he was planning the catastrophe of the Lich, he suddenly felt the rise of another racial force.

Correspondingly, there is also the avenue behind them.

"Humanity, the protagonist of the future world, is ready to rise?"

Hongjun was taken aback for a moment, then his frowning brows relaxed, revealing a gratified smile.

"Just counting the witch race and the monster race, but forgetting about the human race."

"The future protagonists of heaven and earth have already appeared, and the human race must replace the Lich clan."

"So, the Lich is doomed to decline, but the number of days."

"Now I just need to monitor the development of the human race."

"Use the human race as a guide to stir up disputes between the two lich clans, and then impose karma on the two lich clans, and calamity will come!"

Thinking of this, Hongjun smiled even more.

However, who should monitor the development of the human race?

His eyes swept over Haotian and Yaochi beside him.

However, he saw that Haotian had cut out a corpse, but Yaochi was still the pinnacle of Daluo Jinxian.

I couldn't help frowning slightly, and asked: "Yaochi, didn't you use the purple gold phoenix hairpin that was given to you last time to kill the corpse?"

Yaochi was slightly stunned, remembering that Nuwa once said that one must not take the path of beheading corpses or proving the way.

I also saw that Nuwa, Hongyuntongtian, etc. did not take the road of beheading corpses, and their aura when proving the Tao was much stronger than that of Laozi Yuanshi.

So he pursed his lips, and replied in a low voice: "Reporting to Daozu, Yaochi's qualifications are dull, and he has never been able to comprehend the way of beheading corpses. I am ashamed of Daozu's teaching."