[Honghuang] Is the way of heaven easy?

When the Lich War was about to start, the two fateful opponents, Hongjun Luohu, had also chosen their own battlefield.

A person dressed in white clothes, even though the Zixiao Palace often wears a noble purple shirt, but at this moment, Hongjun is still full of Qingyang Qi, covered with a green gauze cloak, slowly drifting with the momentum.

Luo Huo is not as dark as the black clothes, but he is domineering with the red shirt lining, and the fierce black light wrapped around it, like black python patterns attached to his body, let the people who see it know that the demon ancestor is more weird and unpredictable than before.

"Luo Hu." Hong Jun spoke first, but did not continue.

Luo Hu glanced at him and shouted: "Hongjun, I have a premonition about today's battle."

Hongjun looked at him deeply, "Why didn't you just sit back..." It was a little sad, it should be the farthest way, but in fact it is the most different way to the same goal!

"Hongjun, it's useless to talk too much." Luo Hu's eyes were so deep that no one could find his mind. Perhaps it was because Hongjun's expression was too complicated, which made him avoid the trajectory of his eyes.

There was no sound in the white-clothed and red-clothed room, only a sigh was heard, and Hongjun lifted up the branch of green bamboo.

"Bamboo without heart..."

The void grew larger, the bamboo forest sounded, and seeing the surrounding space instantly become greener, Luo Hu frowned. What he saw with his eyes and ears seemed to be the real bamboo forest. It seemed that someone would come out of the secluded path at any time, and what he heard was dew falling from the bamboo forest. The crisp sound of falling leaves on gravel.

The quiet people can't hear it, but the noisy one can hear the sound everywhere. After Hongjun made a great fortune, he caught the demon ancestor by surprise as soon as he made a move.

Luo Hu: "Oh, bamboo has no heart, is that all?"

He stood with his hands behind his back, as if after the last time he saw in his memory, Hongjun sighed again, this was the second time he felt sorry for this person.

"Of course not," Hongjun's voice came from all directions, like the sound of clean air blowing into the bamboo, and then he said again: "The bamboo has no heart, and it will not hurt, but if you are here, the bamboo will hurt."

In an instant, Luo Hu sensed that the air in the bamboo forest had changed, and a tense and dangerous atmosphere filled the altar, and the touch of the demon ancestor belonged to the demon came alive.

Just as Luo Hu and Hong Jun were confronting each other, the respective leaders of the liches had already fought in the East China Sea.

The East China Sea is the outskirts of Tanggu, and the lack of soil on the water can prevent the innate abilities of the Siwus, and the sky battle is most suitable for the Golden Crow.

Di Jun and Tai Yi left their own wives respectively before the war started. This is the battle between the Demon Emperor and the Eastern Emperor, not the Demon Queen and Concubine Yue.

I don't know if I sensed the intentions of the two brothers, but the two didn't speak, and the two pairs of eyes with complicated emotions stared at them separately, without blinking.

If it had been like this in the past, the two brothers would have agreed, but this time they were close to death, how could they let them die together? After the last hug, the Chaos Bell rang silently.

Holding the stunned sister in his arms, the elder brother spoke first.

"I'm sorry, Taichi."

"Why did you say that, brother?" Taiyi picked up Yuexi and put her on the cushion made of clouds, with a gentle expression, "Yuexi and I never blamed Big Brother, but Big Brother, who thought too much about us .”

"Taiyi..."

"Let's go, brother, this is my choice. Since I was born, I have decided to follow you," Taiyi suppressed Donghuang's expression, and said at the last moment with his sincere friendship as a younger brother that he had long wanted to say to Dijun. The words, "I will always block the attack from behind you."

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Wordless words also appear in the Wu tribe.

Since Hou Yi lost Chang'e, his whole body has become cold. A man with an expressionless face will be welcomed at any time, but he is no longer bewitched by any female charm. His favorite is always only the man on the moon.

"Siwu has summoned, everyone, go!"

The voice of summoning came, and the enthusiastic and cheerful big witch in the past didn't even have the idea of ​​​​moving. He was staring at the horn bow in his hand, and there was a dark green light flickering on it after Kuafu's death, and Di Jun's family took away his brother. , tribe, and wife.

"Crack!"

The sound of teeth gnashing.

Hou Yi licked his dry lips, took a deep breath and raised his head, looking at the sky with his dark eyes full of vengeful obstinacy, he learned that the monk that day was Fuxi, and he also knew that Chang'e was plotting against him, just to repay ten Only the hatred of the Golden Crow.

If the words of later generations can be conveyed to Houyi, then it must be time for retribution, but when he really fell into hatred, he couldn't listen to anything.

Pick up the bow, draw the string, put in the arrow, and shoot it out. Only when you see the color of blood can you stop the black flames eroding your mind.

It was for revenge, to make Dijun's family die cleanly, so that he could burn his blood and become the great witch second only to the ancestor in half a month. He has the strength to shake the big monster.

"Fuxi..."

The words spat out from between the lips and teeth were indescribably stained with blood.

On the coast of the East China Sea, there is still the legacy of the Demon Emperor's wedding. The murlocs who were lucky enough to take shape, they call themselves sharks, swam their long tails to swim in the sea, but today's decisive battle between the two clans of liches did not care about their lives. mean.

The sharks surfaced carelessly, and when they saw Di Jun, they held their faces and exclaimed, recognizing that he was their benefactor, the female sharks wanted to call them down and give them the skein they made , but the clever male mermaids grabbed them and took them to the bottom of the deep sea.

Even the simple and leisurely sharks feel the unusualness above and above the sea.

The leaders of the two forces did not say a word, and each used their magical powers.

For a while, the mountains and rivers turned upside down, time flowed backwards, and the sun and the moon faded. Shi Wu, who had a part of the authority to control the prehistoric world, did not hold back this time. Even the brothers Dijun who were born from Sun Xing Jinghuo could not control the sun for a while.

The prehistoric people are now particularly dependent on the changes of the sun, the moon and the stars. They prospered according to the natural time calendar, but they decayed and rotted because of the Lich clan, which lasted for countless years, and finally returned to the dust.

Herbivores lost their plants and died of starvation. The beasts that ate up all animals began to fall under the scorching sun, with half of the light and half scorching. The current prehistoric times are even more difficult than those of the dragon and phoenix clans.

The monks of the spiritual thing tried their best to use the spirit of the spiritual thing to keep the water and soil intact, but they couldn't prevent the natural collapse of the flood. They sighed and prayed for the guidance of the heaven.

The way of heaven is formed into a ball, and the whole body is naked and nude to understand the four or nine principles, from small to large, from positive to negative. Every time you understand a trace of causal cycle, the prehistoric will be more alive, but the strong call still awakens the faintly fluorescent God, his handsome eyebrows drooped, and his eyes fell on the ground.

Beasts lose the need to live in groups because they are all dead, plants lose the need to grow because they are all dead, creatures lose the need to exist because they are all dead...

Seeing that his hard work was ruined, Tiandao was not as violent as before, but calm and without waves. If you look closely at those eyes, you will find the inorganic indifference in them.

With a faint gaze, the past, future, and present are condensed in his mind in an instant, and the scene of Zhu Rong angrily touching Bu Zhoushan made him slowly raise the corners of his mouth.

"Pangu, the spine is broken, what a great joy."

In this way, Honghuang can enter a period dominated by gods, instead of being ruled by the survivors of Pangu.

He was dissatisfied with these people, but he had to take care of them. He obviously didn't like them, but he sighed for them.The way of heaven is very complicated. In the blink of an eye, it will be ten thousand years later, and the end he prefers will destroy his hard work.

The silent power went deep into the wild continent, protecting the basic seeds of life, and then fell into a deep sleep again.

The survivors of Pangu are destined to have the ambition and perseverance of Pangu to dare to open up the wilderness. This is undoubtedly dangerous for the newly born world, ranging from genocide to the collapse of rules and the disappearance of heaven and earth.

The way of heaven cannot achieve enlightenment for one person, and choose to let all living beings die, so he waits for the moment when all things are destroyed before he can prove the way, and he is willing to stay in the state of being involuntary.

He is as selfless as Hongjun said, but he never thinks he is selfless.

The reason why Tiandao is an innate sage may be because he admits to being ordinary. He always thinks that he is very ordinary. He has never lacked anything, and he has never lacked anything.

While the saint was asleep, the war that broke out intensified.

Qiqi's huge ancestor witches suppressed most of the monster clans with tacit cooperation. The witch clans were not as numerous as the monster clans, but they were powerful. The twelve primordial witches blocked most of the monster clans and the two demon emperors, and the other clansmen dealt with them separately. The big monster and some little monsters planned to weaken the power of the monster clan.

Di Jun looked at it coldly, the Mountains and Rivers Catalog reappeared divine power, and he chanted the second catalogue.

"I came for the sky, and I opened the earth."

The void rises again, and the wind and cloud move again. This time, the Shiwu seem to feel the changes in the world, but they are still full of the aura of the wild.

How is this going?

Shi Wu looked at each other a few times and became alert.

The sea surface under his feet was deliberately changed into the earth, but after the power was integrated into the body, although there was no abnormality, it made Houtu uneasy, and then the monsters also seemed to get power from the earth, and their momentum was beyond ordinary.

Houtu gritted his teeth and whispered, "Everyone be careful, I suspect that the earth is no longer the earth of God the Father."

As soon as the shamans heard this, they stopped their actions of absorbing the power of the land, but after the war became more and more crazy, first the ordinary shamans began to break the prohibition to absorb the power of the land, then other shamans, and finally the shamans.

According to the escalation of the battle, the monsters have strange powers to help them, and their strength and momentum are rising steadily. If the witches abandon their talents, the result will be obvious...

The witch clan will be wiped out!

Houtu is the leader, so she can only grit her teeth and endure possible plots, and take the initiative to absorb strength to block the attack.

Several people risked their lives on the battlefield, Taiyi and the weather world space waited for Shiwu, the demon emperor and most of the monster clans dealt with the remaining Shiwu and witch clans.

The sound of the Chaos Clock did not change the color of the world, but it caused a strange thick smoke to rise from the battlefield. The more it rang, the more white mist grew, until it almost blocked the line of sight.

"Hey, these birds are making more and more small movements." Liao grinned in disgust, trying to drive away the fog in front of him and waved his hands.

The same fog that blocks the sight of the witches can't stop the monsters. Most of the beasts hunt at night, so this level of cover can't hinder their noses. Except for some low-blood witches, other witches are the same, practicing all the year round. How could there be a problem with poor eyesight?

The two clans of the Lich and the Monster have always been evenly matched, so just like what Ruo Shou said, any small moves are useless in front of the two clans.

But Di Jun, who was scolded for being petty, coldly waited for the best opportunity, this fog?Haha, it's the death talisman of the Wu Clan.

Under his plan, the thick fog became the right-hand man of another person. The archer hidden in the battlefield drew his longbow in the chaos and set up the arrow. Can't take my eyes off it.

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