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

However, countless things blacker than shadows erupted from the Golden Crow's body.

These terrifying things turned into swords and pierced all over the Golden Crow's body.

It turned into a chain, tightly locking up the struggle of the Golden Crow.

These horrible things are the karma of countless creatures who died because of the monster race.

These karmas were activated by the entire prehistoric resentment towards the Yaozu.

For the luck of the Yaozu, there was a cut in half.

Yuan Shi frowned.

"In the long river of fate, there are changes, but the secrets of the sky are vague, but I don't know what the changes are."

Zhunti also shook his head.

"The River of Destiny has undergone a major change because of a turmoil in the whole prehistoric world."

"Is there any omen?"

The four saints couldn't see the whole picture clearly, but they just vaguely felt that something was happening.

Taiqing Laozi looked at Yuanshi.

"Second brother, calculate with me to see what happened."

Same thing.

It is also said in the introduction.

Yuanshi and Jieying also nodded in the same way.

Start working together to deduce the secret.

However, the catastrophe is about to begin, and the secrets of the sky are clouded.

As a saint, he is also subject to the way of heaven.

I want to see the secrets and numerology clearly.

Impossible.

After some deduction by the four saints.

But only one conclusion was drawn.

Something big is going to happen.

And Jinao Island here.

Although Nuwa and Tongtian couldn't see the whole picture in the long river of fate.

But as Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, they are less disturbed by the way of heaven.

The content I saw was naturally more than that of the saints.

"The luck of the monster clan was cut in half."

"Ha, this Ao Yun is really powerful, he actually cut the monster clan's luck in half with a few words."

Tong Tian laughed out loud, he had no sympathy for Yaozu's death.

Nuwa shook her head.

"It seems that the outbreak period of the calamity mentioned by the master is about to be activated in advance."

There is an accumulation period, an outbreak period, a aftermath period, and an end period in the calamity of Heavenly Dao.

The so-called calamity period usually refers to the outbreak period.

But in fact, from the accumulation period to the end period.

Heaven's law and destiny will all be blurred.

It's just the accumulation, the aftermath, and the end of the three periods, and there is still some content to be seen.

During the outbreak period, unless he controls the way of fate like Long Ming.

An existence that can manipulate the River of Destiny at will.

Otherwise, even a sage would not be able to see the slightest bit of secret.

Nuwa sighed lightly.

"It seems that there will be another catastrophe. Junior brother, we must prepare in advance."

"At least, the clans under our protection must be protected."

Tongtian nodded.

"Sister said yes."

talking.

He smiled playfully again.

"If those saints, it must be the suffering of all living beings. It is the destiny that should be so, and it cannot be violated."

Nuwa looked at Tongtian with a half-smile.

"Junior brother, do you want to obey that destiny?"

"Of course not, how about you, Senior Sister?"

"Neither do I."

The two looked at each other.

Smile.

in unison.

"Orthodox monk, obey the destiny?"

"Ridiculous!".

Chapter 224 A bloody case caused by face. Primordial monks, seeking, cultivating, and asking questions.

What you seek is liberation, what you cultivate is freedom, and what you seek is self.

The birth of prehistoric creatures began.

Only by lying in the soil and honestly living, old, sick and dying, can one keep the fate.

Once you start practicing, no matter how high or low your realm is.

All are rebellious.

Whether it succeeds or fails in the end.

If you don't have the heart to rebel against fate, what way can you cultivate?

above the East China Sea.

Those words attracted Ao Yun, who was cheering against the demon in the whole prehistoric world.

He looked at Di Jun triumphantly.

The mouth has not stopped.

"Did you hear that? Why do you get more help when you get the right way, and what do you mean when you lose the way and don't get much help?"

"Di Jun, you will kill yourself if you do many injustices."

Yuanfeng had an indifferent smile on his face.

In his spiritual thoughts, he was astonished at Qinglong.

"Ao Yun can really speak, fellow daoist, did you teach?"

Qinglong rolled his eyes.

"If I can teach such offspring, then I won't be what I am now."

"Fellow Daoist, it's not like you don't know about Ao Yun's previous life."

"I said he was born after reincarnation, do you believe it?"

Yuanfeng let out a laugh.

"It's better to let Ao Yun stop. If you continue to curse, it will not be beautiful."

Qinglong nodded.

Press down Ao Yun who was going to scold for another three days and three nights.

"Shut up, or go back and hang up and beat."

Ao Yun shrank his neck back then.

Shut up and stop talking.

Only then did Qinglong look at Dijun.

"Emperor, are you still planning to continue fighting?"

"Don't worry, as long as you don't talk nonsense yourself, we promise not to use Ao Yun's mouth casually."

puff!

At that time, the divine thoughts all over the world sprayed out another piece.

Yuanfeng gave Qinglong a sideways glance.

Just now I believed you three points.

Now I can be sure that Ao Yun's mouth is learned from you.

Di Jun's face at this time was completely black as the bottom of a pot.

Fentian Ziyangyan also became darker.

The purple part already occupies [-]% of the entire flame.

And the center of purple is pure black.

The Emperor of Heaven is burning.

however.

The East China Sea is slowly getting darker.

Di Jun raised his hand.

Getting ready to order.

Suddenly there was a rumbling sound.

A gust of wind rolled up endless yellow sand from the direction of Buzhou Mountain.

Hundreds of millions of witch fighters.

Under the leadership of the ancestor witch of the wind.

Come running.

In the long yellow sand.

The evil energy of the earth is connected into one piece, like a black mist, and it is also a black sea of ​​anger.

Thousands of waves.

The turmoil is endless.

Rumble.

The running of Wu warriors is like the beating heart of the earth.

strong.

powerful.

Shake the earth.

Roar!