My brother is so stable

"I beg Daozu, give me back the piece of the puzzle that I'm missing..."

Daozu stared at Li Changshou with both eyes, and a bit of anger flashed across his face; Li Changshou just bowed his head in silence, pretending that he didn't notice Daozu's gaze.

"That's it."

Hongjun closed his eyes and sighed softly, raised his left hand, and as he waved his sleeve robe, Heng'e passed out straight away, and the chaotic universe here suddenly changed its appearance.

Countless avenues turned into beams of light, criss-crossing, weaving a huge grid, covering the giant egg-shaped prehistoric world.

Just above this grid, an old Taoist with a somewhat blurred face sat cross-legged quietly, and let out a cold snort at this moment.

Suiren's eyes were fixed, his face was ferocious, and his figure was wrapped in flames soaring into the sky.

The old Taoist's vague face seemed to be sneering, he raised his hand and scattered countless thunderbolts, enveloping Suirenshi in an instant!

Just as Xuanyuan Huangdi's great sword was about to point forward, the low growl of the Suiren clan spread everywhere:

"Lead the battle first!"

Amidst the sound waves, the magic flame exploded like a lotus flower with a diameter of thousands of miles, and the endless thunder shattered like pieces of colored glass!

Suiren rushed out of the endless fire lotus, his body was like a sword that pierced through the sky, until the way of heaven was embodying the body shape of the Taoist ancestor!

This battle...

This battle!

Li Changshou looked up.

Watching the projections of countless avenues bloom between Suirenshi and the phantom of the Dao of Heaven, watching the arrogance and dominance of the billowing devilish energy and endless flames breaking through and tearing everything apart.

For some reason, he felt a bit of sadness in his heart.

The flames of Suirenshi became more and more intense.

Suiren's vitality is gradually shrinking.

That day's phantom, with endless supernatural powers and spiritual power, raised his hand to create countless streamers, and opened his hand to control the universe and time.

But all ways and methods can't stop Suiren's thin figure rushing forward!

The phantom of the Dao of Heaven is retreating!

It can only retreat!

At this moment, in the prehistoric world, faint light spots flew out from the foreheads of countless human races, and a golden-red flame burned on the forehead of the Suiren clan, and a boundless and incalculable figure appeared behind him!

It was beside the muddy pond where Nüwa was sitting quietly, a man and a woman who danced and hummed;

It was the old man who bowed his head and drilled wood to make fire, with deep sorrow in his eyes;

It is a meek elder who sits by the river and bows his head to calculate odd numbers, with a measuring object in front of him.

It was a middle-aged man dressed in animal clothes, looking at the spiritual grass by the roadside, and carved a few lines of writing on the stone slab with a pen, and then carefully put the grass into his mouth.

He is the unrestrained king who holds his long sword high and commands the boundless human army to clean up the remnants of the past;

He is a strong man carrying an ax, rushing in the torrential flood, and fighting the dragon to the death!

There are more figures.

Dressed in animal skins, they gather and hunt, galloping across the land;

They hold weapons in hand, face the strong in the world, and protect the old and the weak by their side;

They recite the chapters of sages aloud, and cry out for the suffering of all living beings...

At this moment, they are all here, they are all in the flames, and they are all behind the old man!

The phantom of the Heavenly Dao snorted coldly, the boundless chaos surged, and thousands of beams of light bombarded them!

Suiren roared in a low voice, and the figures behind him were scattered, but they reunited in an instant, using anger as flames to gather the will of all beings, only to isolate the selfish desires of heaven!

"longevity."

A call sounded beside his ears, and Li Changshou looked up at Xuanyuan Huangdi in front of him, who was looking at him with a smile.

Xuanyuan Huangdi said: "Three things.

First, the three principles of heaven, earth, and man should be in balance, and this is what the prehistoric world should look like.

Second, senior just told us that Huoyun Cave will listen to your arrangements in the future, and I don't know what you said to senior just now, but you undoubtedly did.

Thirdly, in this world, apart from supernatural powers and magic weapons, there is also an avenue with inexhaustible power. This is what the Dao of Heaven fears the most. Today, it can only be used on the incarnation of the Dao of Heaven, which is somewhat regrettable.

The way of heaven cannot be obliterated, this is something we already know, and now it is just a thought of the way of heaven that we are fighting with our predecessors.

But this thread of thoughts is the source of disasters, and the selfish desires of the Heavenly Dao can also be regarded as the Self of the Heavenly Dao.

Look, the time is almost here. "

Xuanyuan Huangdi paused and sighed softly, the Kongtong seal slowly floated in front of him, he threw the big sword by his side, pinched the seal with both hands repeatedly.

On the chariots on both sides, the figures of Fuxi and Shennong jumped from the frame, and their figures turned into two clusters of light like comets, crashing into the thickest part of the flames in the void.

Suirenshi raised his hand to cover the sky, a flame burst out from his forehead, and his skin turned golden red!

Behind Shennong and Fuxi, countless light spots gathered rapidly, and they turned into two 'arrows'.

Right now!

The army of heroic spirits flew up together, and their figures turned into golden rays of light, condensing into chains, continuing from the arrow, continuing from the Suiren's figure!

Human Lock!

Want to lock the sky!

The saints of the Sanqing were silent, and Daozu Hongjun frowned.

Li Changshou clenched his fists tightly, urging his Kongming Dao Heart all the time!

Xuanyuan Huangdi lowered his head and sprayed a mouthful of blood, and jumped up with a single step holding the Kongtong seal with his hands empty, throwing the place of great battle far away!

Tiandao phantom suddenly broke free from the flames of Suiren's family, and the figure was about to flee towards the sea of ​​chaos.

Between the lightning and flint, a figure came from the chaotic sea, wrapped in colorful light, with a Tai Chi treasure map on his head, pushing with his left palm, clenched his right fist, and punched the phantom of that day!

People taught the Great Master Xuandu... No!