Prehistoric: Human race at the beginning, stable for 100,000 years

"Taiqing! What is he doing!"

In the Temple of the Sun, Di Jun grabbed the seat with a ferocious look on his face:

"The human race will be supported by saints."

After a long time, Di Jun sat down and became silent.

Haha, the human race has boundless merit and virtue, does merit make it a saint? I didn't expect that the second saint would be born so soon... If I had been earlier...

A trace of regret arose in Di Jun's heart, human race? Why on earth can this be so? It turns out that you have been in the human race just for this moment. If I had been there earlier that day...

No, I am the leader of the demon clan, the emperor of the demon clan, and the lord of heaven! How could we ignore the demon race and turn around and take the human race as our roots?

hatred! hatred! hatred! If this human race is classified as our demon race, wouldn’t this overwhelming merit belong to our demon race! I am not the only one who can sit on this position of saint!

Di Jun raised his hand, and a purple rhyme appeared in the palm of his hand. The rhyme was like a wisp of energy, as if it was about to dissipate at any time, but its essence was extremely solid.

I also have Hongmeng Purple Qi! What about merit and sanctification? To be sanctified is to be holy! All saints are ants!

This human race should be visited.

"Brother, Taiqing is going to become a saint."

"Well, second brother, prepare a gift and go to the human race!"

"it is good."

In the Xi Palace, an elegant young man wearing a white robe and a forehead mop sat on his knees in front of a table. Opposite the table was a bronze mirror, on which was the scene of Lao Tzu's sermon.

This young man has a handsome face, and his modest and gentlemanly temperament highlights his appearance to a higher level. He has a smile on his face, which makes people feel like they are taking a breath of spring breeze.

"Fellow Taoist Taiqing, what choice will you make? Pangu, Zhengzong..."

Fuxi shook his head and said to himself: "From now on, we can no longer call you Taoist friends. Next time we meet, we will call you Taiqing Saint."

Fuxi looked at the rice paper on the table, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and erased a sentence on the paper.

[Taiqing Laozi preached to the human race, and the power of the Five Saints overwhelmed the wilderness in one day]

There are a few more sentences below that are unclear, but the first half of the last sentence clearly reads:

【Fuxi dies and Bagua lives】

Heavenly Demon Master Palace

The middle-aged man in black robe with a gloomy face opened his eyes, glanced below, and then closed his eyes again.

"Now is the critical moment, nothing can be done, nothing can be done... As long as it is completed, I can do it! I can do it too! Become a saint!"

... At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, there is the Wu tribe and Pangu Hall.

At this time, the twelve ancestral witches gathered together. They all showed their true bodies, standing on the ground, looking at the merits and virtues of the human tribe.

The leader is like a yellow sac, red like red fire, with six legs and four wings, and is faceless. He is none other than the ancestral shaman of space, Di Jiang.

Behind him stood a man with the head of a dragon, his whole body red, and he seemed to be swallowing mountains and rivers with his breath. He was none other than the ancestral wizard of time, Zhu Jiuyin.

After that, there are the ancestral witches of water and fire, Zhu Rong, Gonggong... At the end, there are two women, one of whom has a human body and a snake tail, seven hands on the back, two hands on the chest, holding a flying snake in both hands, the ancestral shaman of the central earth, Houtu, Next to her is the ancestral shaman of ice, Xuan Ming, with a human face and a bird body, a green snake hanging from each ear, and two green snakes on his feet.

They all looked at the merit Qingyun, and Zhu Rong was the first to speak: "Hmph! I didn't expect those two bastards to be saints, but the pirated Sanqing became saints first!"

Hou Tu said: "Brother, neither Emperor Jun nor Tai Yi has the Hongmeng Purple Qi, so they cannot become saints."

Gonggong snorted coldly: "Humph, it doesn't matter whether they can become saints or not, these three pirates have become saints anyway, and I'm not happy about it!"

"That's right, that's right, why can they become saints? We are the authentic Pangu Sect!"

"Yes! If I had known, I would have beaten all three of them to death! It's all thanks to eldest brother for not letting us do it!"

Zhu Jiuyin rubbed his brows and said rather helplessly: "Brothers, we and they are of the same origin. If we kill each other, we may be ashamed of our father."

"They have the same origin!" Zhu Rong scolded: "They also claim to be transformed by the soul of our father God. How could the three of them be combined into the soul of our father God? I think they are just making it up!"

"Yes! Zhu Rong is right!" Gonggong agreed.

After Tian Wu thought for a moment, he said: "I suggest that we kill Taiqing now, otherwise we will not be able to defeat Sanqing Chengsheng!"

"Yes! If they all become saints, they will definitely attack us first! If they kill us, they will be the real Pangu Zongsong!"

"Uh..." Hou Tu was very helpless. Do these brothers who are all about muscles have delusions of being persecuted?

Hou Tu looked at Xuan Ming next to him helplessly. Sister Xuan Ming should be the only one who can understand me... Xuan Ming nodded: "Yes, we will no longer be opponents by then."

Hou Tu: 6...I feel so tired, my family members don’t understand! It’s really painful to have teammates with pig brains!

"Brothers, I don't think Sanqing and the others are like this." Hou Tu refused to give up, his eyes full of worry: "If we take action, the saint may not be happy, and if we are attacked again... …”

Di Jiang closed his eyes and pondered for a moment: "No matter what, we have to go first and then talk."

"That's right, that's right!" Zhu Rong said excitedly: "It's time to test whether this saint is worthy of his position! Let's see if this saint can withstand my fire!"

"Go! Go!"

As a result, these twelve nobles rushed across the land towards the human tribe with great momentum.

"Go and report to His Majesty!"

The little demon hiding in the darkness forcibly blocked the aftermath of their running and said to the companions behind them.

Mount Sumeru in the West.

At this time, Mount Sumeru is no longer bare. There is a stone tablet at the foot of the mountain with Taoist inscriptions and the word "Lingshan" engraved on it. The entire mountain is magnificent and divine, and it looks like it from a distance. , all flashing so hard that people can’t even open their eyes.

On the ladder to heaven, two figures, one fat and one thin, were sitting cross-legged in the main hall. They both looked miserable and heartbroken.

"Senior brother! How come Taiqing became a saint so quickly!"

The slightly fatter Taoist cried loudly: "Brother, we are suffering!"

"Junior brother." The thinner Taoist twitched his lips: "It's just you and me here, there's no need for such a gesture."

"Oh, senior brother!" The fat Taoist continued to cry: "When will senior brother become a saint? I am suffering in the West!"

"Hey, junior brother." The thin Taoist shook his head: "Keep reading, maybe you and I are also lucky."

Kunlun Mountains.

Kunlun Mountain, the most sacred mountain under Buzhou! The place with the greatest blessing in the world gave birth to Pangu Zhengzong, the three Taoists of the future, and the three great saints!

This Kunlun Mountain is surrounded by misty clouds, cranes, and springs flowing on the mountain. The environment is extremely beautiful. The innate spiritual energy that is almost atomized makes it worthy of being the first source of blessing in the world.

On the top of Kunlun Mountain, there is a sea of ​​bamboo. In the sea of ​​bamboo, there is a large hall standing here with the inscription "Three Purities"!