The villain of Kuaishou is my treasure

Six were "predetermined". Since then, five of them have become saints, and the only one left is Xiji...

[This is so embarrassing! ! ]

On the Sky-Tipping Pillar, 9527 made a sound of "tsk tsk". "To be honest, my own failure is painful, but what is even more painful is the success of my 'colleague'."

[Sister Rao, Sister Rao, I think Xiji might be going crazy! ]

[It's not fear, he's really going crazy!] Sitting cross-legged on the giant tree, Xiao Rao looked into the distance.

Hei Pangpang jumped to her side, tilted his head, and looked at her with his bright blue eyes. [Beautiful Raorao, what do you think Xiji will do? ]

【Him! 】Xiao Rao sighed.

If the world had followed its original trajectory, now, the six saints would be struggling to pursue the path of 'quasi-sainthood', there would not be 'five remaining one', and the changes in the world would not be as great as they are now.

Her intervention accelerated the progress of the prehistoric continent, but also accelerated its collapse.

[The original creatures and humans in the prehistoric world have been divided up by the Five Saints. The remaining demons and witches each have their own masters. Therefore, if Xiji wants to become a saint, he needs to snatch people from the Twelve Witch Ancestors and Emperor Jun! ]

【he……】

[It will cause a catastrophe for mankind! ] Xiao Rao narrowed her eyes slightly.

[Human catastrophe?] 9527 frowned, and after a moment, he said with emotion: [It must be the disaster of mending the sky!]

Xiao Rao pursed her lips and said nothing. She just lowered her eyes and looked at the "Heaven-shaking Pillar" standing tall. After a long, long time, she sighed and shook her head, "Zhi Yuan, I'm afraid you can't keep the back you left behind!"

[I created the heavens and the earth, and it is already perfect. The future of the prehistoric continent will be determined by the creatures living on it! ]

In the crisp green little world, Zhiyuan's expression was calm.

They looked down silently.

Ten years later, the ten eggs laid by Emperor Jun and Chang'e hatched one after another. They were all three-legged golden crows, and they inherited the talents of Emperor Jun and Chang'e. They were born as "immortals"!

The Demon Emperor and the Demon Queen love them dearly, and the demon tribe calls them "Little Princes"!

The ten little golden crows were raised in Tang Valley by their parents since they were born. Later, as they grew up, their golden crow aura became stronger and more naughty. Tang Valley could no longer contain them. Unfortunately, their prototype was the three-legged golden crow...

Ten of them!

Just like ten little suns, they were too young to restrain their natural solar fire like Emperor Jun. So, Emperor Jun and Chang'e discussed and decided to release one Golden Crow out to play every day, and the remaining nine had to stay in Tanggu, lest there were too many "suns" in the sky and harm the creatures on the prehistoric continent.

The ten little golden crows were very naughty, but they listened to their parents, although they were sometimes a little careless, for example, one day one of them ran away, but they would soon be caught by Di Jun, Tai Yi, or Chang'e. So, that day, the prehistoric continent was peaceful except that it was a little hot.

Until that day...

Xiji racked his brains but couldn't find the way to become a saint, so under the 'guidance' of five successful 'predecessors', he finally gave up the righteous path!

He went to Tanggu secretly.

He also set up a round magic formation to avoid the demons, but he was actually the eyes and ears of Di Jun, Tai Yi and Chang'e.

He was also one of the designated 'Six Saints'. Even if he had not become a saint yet, he was still the number one person under the saints. His magic formation was set up quite successfully when Di Jun and others were caught off guard.

The demon clan’s heaven was separated.

The ten little golden crows in Tang Valley were bewitched by him and rushed out of Tang Valley happily, laughing and flying in the sky.

at that time.

It was dark in the ancient times.

Unlike the modern Earth, the map of the prehistoric continent shows a round sky and a flat earth, with no distinction between the northern and southern hemispheres. In other words, after the sun sets, the entire prehistoric continent becomes dark.

child time.

It was the darkest time of the night, but now, the sky was suddenly bright, and ten 'suns' flew from east to west, from south to north, occasionally playing and laughing, pushing each other, and the sky was falling with real sun fire.

[Ten suns are in the sky!] Xiao Rao suddenly opened her eyes.

In the faraway Wahuang Palace, War God Ridge and other places, the five people who had already attained sainthood also had frowns on their faces and serious expressions.

“Living beings are suffering!”

In the Queen Nuwa Palace, Nuwa sat coiled on the tail of a snake, her eyes full of compassion, "Brother, the human race was born because of me, I really can't bear to see them suffer this disaster!"

"This is destiny. The calamity will not change because of you and me!" Fuxi said solemnly, "All we can do is follow the way of heaven!"

Nuwa lowered her eyes and sighed secretly.

In the God of War Ridge, the God of War, the Lord of Demon and the Buddha played chess and sighed. After a moment, the Buddha waved his sleeves and closed the mountain.

"This catastrophe is my chance to prosper as a ghost cultivator!"

In the Three Thousand Nether Pools, Wuliang's face was excited. He looked at the ten little golden crows flying freely in the sky and laughed, "Xiji, Xiji, I'm afraid this step you're taking will not go as you wish!"

“Really…”

[A little anxious!] 9527 bit his lip, shook his head and whispered, [Sister Rao, I think... although the great calamity of the witches and the disaster of patching the sky are both inevitable disasters in the prehistoric continent, but since we came, the way of heaven has been severely wounded many times, and now it has been "fainted" in the Lingxiao Palace. It will not wake up for three to five thousand years!]

[It probably doesn't want to start the Lich Tribulation at this time! ]

[That's natural, but...] Xiao Rao looked up at the sky that looked like a 'fire', curled her lips and smiled, [I don't want it to think, I want me to think!]

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The creatures on the prehistoric continent will never forget that night.

That night, the silent sky seemed to be burning with flames. Countless rays of true fire from the sun fell down, and the cheerful and bright laughter of the ten little golden crows spread to every corner of the prehistoric continent.

they……

He is truly worthy of being the child of the Demon Emperor Di Jun and the Moon Goddess Heng, and deserves to be called the little prince of the demon clan.

The three-legged golden crows were born from the true fire of the sun. Every feather on their bodies, every cry they made, and even in their laughter and playfulness, the fierce true fire of the sun drove away the moonlight and turned the dark night into day. The "bang" and burning sounds in the air woke up the races on the continent.

They subconsciously walked out of Dongting, looked up at the sky, and then...

Some weak creatures covered their eyes and screamed miserably.

That’s ten big suns!!

Can you watch it casually? There are quite a few very, very weak ones, well, I mean the humans who have not practiced cultivation, who are directly blinded by the true fire of the sun. Even those who are quite strong have their eyes swollen and red, and they can't stop crying!

That would be fine, but the most severe consequence of the Ten Suns in the Sky was that the temperature on the continent rose so fast that Xiao Rao was stunned for a moment!

The temperature has reached a level that can be described as 'terrifying'.