Hong Huang: Zulong's will, I have a saint brother

Like breathing.

It's like Donghai stretched his waist again.

Hongjun's three corpse clones are gone.

The saint's three corpses are different from the quasi-sage's three corpses.

Once the three corpse clones of the quasi-sage die, not only will they lose the innate treasure of beheading the corpse.

Boundaries also fall.

Cutting out another corpse, without the help of a saint, would take at least ten thousand years.

And the death of the saint's three corpse clones will not lose the innate treasure, and the realm will not fall.

The three corpses will be resurrected immediately.

It's like a sage's primordial spirit rests on the way of heaven, so he is immortal.

After the three corpses are promoted to saints, the primordial spirit will also entrust the deity.

The deity is immortal.

The three corpses are also immortal.

This was originally a great advantage of the saint.

But at this time, this advantage is for Hongjun.

But it is fatal.

The East China Sea formation suppressed.

Just blink.

Hongjun's three clones died a hundred times each.

They are in a time domain.

In the timeline of the three corpses, every time they died and resurrected, it was extremely long.

The pain of death, magnified billions of times, weighed heavily on them.

And in Hongjun's timeline.

In the blink of an eye.

He was deprived of the power to resurrect the three corpse clones three hundred times.

This is equivalent to, in the blink of an eye, he made three hundred shots with all his strength.

Rao is a saint.

Hongjun almost spit it out.

Long Ming looked at the expression of about to vomit projected by Hongjun himself in the long rainbow in the sky.

Smile.

"Feel too slow? Then I'll help you speed up."

Say it.

Reach out a little.

A huge time formation spread out from between his fingers.

It grows in the wind.

In an instant.

The entire East China Sea has been shrouded in it.

The eternal breath of time escaped from the formation.

Ripple ripples round and round.

The rhyme of the supreme Tao flows down.

The East China Sea is hundreds of thousands of miles away.

Thousands of waves make waves.

Every ripple sweeps across the East China Sea.

It was one time when the clouds and clouds opened one after another, and the stars around the sky twinkled in response.

The breath of the Way of Timeless.

With this ripple.

Washed into the entire East China Sea.

Wave after wave, blink of an eye for thousands of years.

Countless weak creatures were born, grew, and multiplied from the East Sea.

Then, practice and transform.

Ten ripples passed.

The East China Sea became lively again.

Those hundreds of millions of creatures came on a pilgrimage to the bottom of the East China Sea.

The guidance of fate in the dark.

Let them come to the bottom of the East China Sea.

Kowtow in front of the East China Sea formation.

"Thank you for the gift of the ancestors."

Long Ming smiled slightly.

"Let's go."

Hundreds of millions of creatures from the East China Sea kowtowed again.

Then retreat into various parts of the East China Sea.

And the way of time that swept across the entire East China Sea.

like a breeze.

Like water droplets.

Soak in the true soul of these newborn creatures.

It doesn't matter whether these creatures understand or not, and whether they have the ability to seek the way.

These dao rhymes will protect them.

Yuanfeng and Tongtian were stunned and excited.

Such a miracle of life.

Road show.

Bring tears to both eyes.

Tongtian couldn't help thinking of the scene when Hongjun was preaching in Zixiao Palace.

At that time, the sacred scene of the holy words, the rhyme of the Tao and the tide.

It may seem menacing, but it is a forced indoctrination.

Can't refuse, can't refuse.

Shunchang perishes.

Call it enlightenment.

In fact, it is forced indoctrination.

And Long Ming raised his hand and threw his feet.

Put the truth clearly in front of hundreds of millions of living beings.

Nothing over the top.

Not cold and heartless.

Not to mention the death of Shunchang.

Tongtian once again looked up at Hongjun in the sky and rainbow.

There is only indifference in my heart.

Compared with Senior Long Ming.

Hongjun is not worth mentioning at all.

Yuan Feng even more bluntly rolled his eyes at Hong Jun in the sky and rainbow.

Not at all.

Long Ming made a big move with time.

Let the East China Sea go through a full 10 years in an instant.

And for these 13 years, the "nutrients" that the entire East China Sea needs.

All were drawn from Hongjun's three corpses.

10 years.

The three corpses died a total of 600 million times.

Not many times.

Not one at a time.

Long Ming smiled slightly.

"In this way, the cause and effect will be paid off immediately."

"We're both cleared."

puff!

In Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun spat out a mouthful of black blood.

The whole body trembled violently.

It's just a breather.

He was drawn 600 million times to resurrect the power of the three corpses.

If it weren't for the last shot.

He will even drain the primordial spirit.

Hongjun's whole body shrank and he gasped for breath.

The saint's body is like a dry clay statue.

Cracks appeared one after another.

Crackling.

The abnormal sound echoed throughout the Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun was startled.

Look up to those mortal monks who have been frozen in time.

The time freeze is shaking.

Because Hongjun is extremely weak now, he can no longer maintain the frozen time.

The monks of the world of mortals are about to wake up from the freeze of time.

Hongjun widened his eyes.

If these mortal monks wake up at this time, where will he put his face as a saint?