Hong Huang: I am building wood to connect the world!

The four of them caught and fought each other, lasting less than ten days, and Zulong found that he had suffered a loss.

Because Jiang Feng actually played yin, using the avatar of the quasi-saint level to sweep the formation next to him, giving him a look from time to time.

Although this quasi-saint was too weak, it could only bring him a little skin trauma.

But this avatar is so disgusting.

More importantly, Jiang Feng often seizes this opportunity and smashes his head with a measuring ruler, making him dizzy and painful.

“Jianmu, you’re enough!!!”

His ancestral dragon has been in chaos for countless years, and has been in floods and desolation for countless years, how has he ever suffered such shame, killing people without a point, and hitting his face and beating him endlessly?

“Enough? Do you think enough is enough? So will the flood desolate sentient beings feel that enough? ”

Although it is a little shameful to beat people from the moral high ground, there is no pressure in his heart, he Jiang Feng has the confidence to say this.

“Shi Qilin!”

Zulong couldn’t help but vomit blood, and he wanted Shi Qilin to come over and take the handle.

But when Shi Qilin saw his miserable situation, all his thoughts were extinguished.

Beating people does not hit their faces, they cultivate to the sky, standing at the top of the flood wilderness and not losing face.

Seeing that Shi Qilin did not help, Zulong was in a hurry to deal with it, and as a result, he couldn’t get rid of Jiang Feng’s entanglement, and after resisting for several days, he was seized by Jiang Feng again, and he was beaten fat, and the two dragon horns were discounted.

“Wait!”

Zulong understood it, and he couldn’t help Jiang Feng if he continued to fight.

Of course, Jiang Feng didn’t want to kill him.

The bodies of both sides are too strong, and often the injuries and bones can recover quickly.

If you continue to fight like this, it will take at least tens of thousands of years until the true spirit can’t bear it and exhausts its strength.

But, the face is always wanted.

“Jianmu, if you really think that this is the intention of the three of us, I have nothing to say, and now the three of us have sinned deeply!”

Jiang Feng fought for so long, and the anger in his heart was almost vented, and he snorted coldly and said

“When I don’t know? I thought I was stupid, everything you three did may have been for the sake of the desolate world from the beginning, but in the end, it was for your own selfishness! ”

Since knowing the past of Luo Xiao and Hongjun, Jiang Feng has carefully studied the myth of the flood famine that once circulated, and the Long Han Tribulation is the first flood desolation calamity.

Is it really just a catastrophe set off by the three races of dragons, phoenixes, and unicorns for their own selfishness?

Deeper whether there are other causes.

Zulong also did not refute, seeing that Jiang Feng did not hit his face again, he sighed

“The three of us can be left behind by Pangu, and each of us will open up a clan for him to suppress the flood and barren land, and obtain hundreds of millions of merits and luck. Make the road smooth and the cultivation refined. These are all given by Pangu! This calamity is the cause and effect of me and the other three to return Pangu! ”

“However, the chess is a bad move, I and the other three overestimate themselves, in the face of this gushing trend, even if the cultivation is to the sky, it is just an ant!”

In return, the amount of robbery that set off boundless killing and hit the cracking of the flood and barren land.

Perhaps, if many people knew, they would only think that this was the revenge of the ancestral dragon.

In fact, the three of them really repaid the favor.

If it weren’t for Jiang Feng’s fat beating, Zulong really didn’t want to be beaten in such shame again, and he wouldn’t tell the true reason for the unknown.

“Jianmu, do you know that the flood famine has already become a volcano that is difficult to suppress, and the longer it accumulates, the more terrifying it will erupt?”

“Volcano?”

Jiang Feng immediately thought of his previous speculation and said, “You mean the rising hundred races? The hundred races are too weak compared to you, and they have already been slaughtered by your three races, not only that, but those developing ten thousand races have also been wiped out by you. Volcano talk, too much! ”

In the countless years when the dragon, phoenix and unicorn races stood at the top, it seemed that the three races were competing for hegemony, but in fact, all things multiplied, and a hundred races rose, and ten thousand races dominated the flood.

This is the real flood world.

However, this is a good thing for the flood now, but not necessarily a good thing for the future.

Zulong, Feng Zu, and Shi Qilin, as the rulers, have the deepest understanding of this.

Those races are moving too fast.

In the future, if they realize the quasi-holy law.

Then, the entire flood famine was not under the control of the three races.

At that time, once the calamity breaks out, the ten thousand races that have accumulated enough strength will erupt, and no one will be able to stop it at all.

The result can be imagined, Pangu paid his life to open up the world, only afraid of returning to the earth, water, wind and fire.

Therefore, the three of Zulong were ready to extinguish this possibility from the beginning.

This is the deep-seated reason for the initial calamity of the Hong Barren Dragon Han.

“The amount of calamity is coming too quickly, if we can master it!”

Zulong smiled bitterly and glanced at Jiang Feng.

“……”

Listen to you, or is it because of my pot?

This is destiny, and in the moment you don’t notice, it has changed the whole world.

“Hmph!”

Jiang Feng’s will was so firm, his heart touched slightly, and he became clear again, “In the end, you haven’t said that your selfishness, and you set off a calamity to fight for that chance of sanctification, right?!” ”

Jiang Feng’s gaze was fascinating, and he said, “Since the three of you established the three races, you want to use the power of your respective races to become holy. However, the result is a three-legged victory, and no one can get it! Right, not right? ”

“That’s right!”

Zulong thought about it countless years ago and said, “The Flood Wilderness has a deep heritage, but after all, it is a world that has just been born, and if I want to preach in this world, the path chosen by me, Feng Zu, and Qilin is only a glimmer of life!” ”

“However, even if we don’t fight for that glimmer of life and don’t become holy, the calamity will come sooner or later, right?”

Facing Zulong’s rhetorical question, Jiang Feng also nodded and acknowledged, “It will come, and as you think, it will destroy the flood waste!” ”

In later generations, a Lich War destroyed Mount Buzhou, and the First World War was re-enacted, and the flood and desolation collapsed into four continents.

On the contrary, this Dragon and Han First Tribulation was more restrained, and no matter how many deaths and injuries there were, it did not hit the point of breaking the mountain and destroying the flood and desolation to repeat the heaven and earth.

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