Calculate the general ledger with the flood

I withdraw from the basic state of consciousness with a heavy heart.

The purple air rose up, filling the entire prehistoric world in a blink of an eye.With the boundless coercion of the saint, a voice without joy or sorrow sounded: "My name is Hongjun. I have become a saint today. I will preach in the Chaos Zixiao Palace 33 days away in a hundred years. Anyone who is destined can come and listen."

"Junior brother, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for a sage Hunyuan to preach, let's go." Reception said.Obviously, a few minutes ago, you had never heard of the concept of a sage, but when Hongjun said the word sanctification, you didn’t even mention the word Hunyuan sage, so you understood it all in an instant?

"What brother said is very true." I took a breath, adjusted my mood, and prepared to go.

Thanks to the arrangement of the last "I", I have a chance to completely escape from prison, and I must make good use of it.

But first, we have to deal with the cliché of the current thunderstorm.

——My god, are you there, the villain?I just felt bad all over.

The voice of the protagonist's collapse came from the fundamental consciousness.This silly protagonist, I don't even know that he was used by the author to deal with me, and he even complained about the plot to me.

--What's the matter?

I still replied.

——Just now, Nuwa forced herself to stand under Hongjun's pressure in order to pretend to be aggressive, but she was bitten by the backlash.I happened to stand behind her, watching her retreat and vomit blood, so I put my hand on her back to channel mana to heal her...

—Well, then what?

The saint bullies people with coercion, and the protagonist and the backbone of the protagonist forcefully pretend to stand instead of kneeling. This is also a classic plot of the prehistoric period.Some protagonists have to say at this time: "A man has gold under his knees, I kneel to the sky, kneel to the ground, and kneel to my parents in the middle" to show integrity.

In fact, this sentence is true, but Hongjun, as the Taoist ancestor, is much more noble than gold, what do you think?Besides, sooner or later, people will be in harmony with the way of heaven, isn't it the same as kneeling to heaven when you kneel to him?

There are also some protagonists who seize this opportunity to slap their faces, relying on some rare treasures such as the twelfth-grade green lotus or the measuring ruler, standing proudly among a group of kneeling people without fear of coercion.Even this coercion from heaven can help him break through.

This kind of plot of exposing coercion and aura to oppress people is quite boring in itself.Hongjun's path is ruthless and desireless, so why would he care who kneels and who doesn't?

——Then her face turned a little red, and the narrator told me that because Nuwa felt the mana I transmitted, and the mana contained the masculine aura of the Golden Crow, it made her heart warm.

The protagonist said in an unlovable tone.

——Hahaha, is this an advanced version of "The tiger's body shakes, and the aura of domineering overflows, which makes the beauty go weak"?

I laughed wantonly, thinking that the author was simply poisonous.

—According to this logic, Nuwa should marry a cup of hot water. "After drinking it, Lun's house became hot from the inside to the outside. Isn't this the feeling of heartbeat?"

I said in a low voice on purpose in my fundamental consciousness.This author is absolutely straight male cancer, if I were Nu Wa, I would definitely break through the dimensional wall and smash him to death with a hydrangea ball.

——Stop speaking in such a tone, it's simply a mentally polluted dubbing.

As he said that, the protagonist cut off the dialogue of fundamental consciousness as if he couldn't stand it.

But within 5 minutes he was back online again.

——A few of us were going to the Zixiao Palace outside the sky. I mentioned that there would be chaos and turbulence on the road, and Nuwa asked me why.Forget it, I will give you the original words of the narration.I am the protagonist, and I can hear more narration than you, what a pity. "'Taiyi, how do you know these things?' Nuwa's ethereal voice sounded."

——Oh my god, I laughed so hard.I was suddenly worried that after entering the Zixiao Palace, Daozu would say when he opened his mouth: "Please take a seat, from now on, just take a seat, don't be forced by anyone. Well, the sermon begins."

Let me state that I don't mean to discriminate.But the ethereal voice said "what are you doing", isn't it a bit inappropriate?Of course, we cannot rule out that Nuwa is a monk from the north.Just like we have to admit that the little dragon girl who grew up in the ancient tomb of Zhongnan Mountain is undoubtedly from Shaanxi.

"Guo'er, you are so angry and hungry." Tong Zhang... Xiao Longnv's cold and ethereal voice sounded, and it sounded like there was nothing human about it.

——Hey, you Sanskrit-speaking barbarian, how dare you laugh at Nuwa's northern dialect?How unique and friendly!

——Shut up, as a three-legged Golden Crow, you can also speak a bird's language, dare you to talk here?

I quickly paid the price for laughing at the protagonist. After entering Zixiao Palace, I found that the six futons were already full.At the end, Hongyun and Kunpeng were sitting, and the protagonist looked at me with a smile that was not a smile, as if to say: The way of heaven is reincarnation, and it is finally time for you to embarrass yourself.

After a moment of silence, I resigned myself to covering my face with my sleeve, and let out a long howl: "Brother, I have implicated you again, and implicated all living beings in the West!"

……

After getting two futons in exchange for Sapo, I sat there with the senior brother Jieying, looking at the nose and the heart, pretending to be unmoved by external objects.

Introducing Senior Brother originally had such a personality, but I did it to avoid the protagonist’s sight—not only in the story, but I didn’t even pretend to be on the side of the basic consciousness.

Closing my eyes, I rethought how to approach this story.According to the information fed back by the protagonist, Nuwa seems to be hopeless, but Houtu can still be rescued.If I can stop the alliance between the liches, I will be half successful.Liches don't stick together so they can be defeated individually.When the two sides are fighting, they can continue to consume each other's vitality.

But there is only a thousand days to be a thief, and there is no reason to guard against a thief for a thousand days. I can't monitor the movements of him and the soil day and night.Although the protagonist can use his fundamental consciousness to inform me, can I stop Donghuang Taiyi every time?

Thinking about it this way, I plan to change my mind to deal with this matter...

Time flies, Hongjun joined forces, the Lich was mediated by Hongjun in the first battle, Nuwa created a man, and the six saints emerged together. The protagonist got Hongyun's Hongmeng Ziqi and began to prepare for sanctification.

A golden light of incomparable merit descended from the sky, surrounded by immortal sounds, and a gentle and generous voice like the earth resounded through the prehistoric world:

"I have a feeling that life and death have nothing to depend on, and I am willing to evolve the six realms of reincarnation with my body, to give the souls of the prehistoric and desolate a place to live, and to use all the merits of the ancient father to open the sky. Reincarnation, stand!"

At the end, she did not forget to say "Reincarnation, Li!".This sentence pattern is also quite magical. No matter who the character utters, it naturally reveals a majestic and tall temperament.for example--

"Heavenly, let's go!" Hongjun said.

"People teach, set up!" Lao Tzu said.

"Explain and teach, stand up!" Yuanshi Tianzun said.

"Stop teaching, set up!" Tongtian leader said.

"Western teaching, set up!" Brother Jieyin said to me.

"Sailor Moon, transform!" Usagi Tsukino said.

Hehe, I suddenly stood up, waved my big sleeves, and used the mustard seed supernatural power to put the two disciples next to me into my sleeves, and then stepped out together with my senior brother.In an instant, he came to the newly-emerged Six Paths of Samsara.

"Good, fellow Taoist, I admire you." My brother and I saluted together.

With the help of the virtues of heaven, Houtu's primordial spirit was stripped from his body and turned into a peaceful empress, standing quietly on top of reincarnation.Donghuang Taiyi stood with his hands behind his back like an old cadre, looking at her from the side, and the chaos clock above his head slowly rotated, absorbing his merits.

Not long after, the Taoist Sanqing also came over and saluted Houtu to express their admiration.

Donghuang Taiyi has not yet become a saint at this time.According to the author's consistent urgency, the most powerful person, that is, the protagonist, is often the last one to be sanctified.

Hmph, I'm not as frivolous as you coquettish sluts, but the Lun family is very reserved and wants to wait until the end before being sanctified.

Probably the author imagined this for the protagonist.

"Samsara was first built, and no one should manage it. I think that since the Wu Clan doesn't cultivate the soul soul, then they have no chance of reincarnation. It should be the most fair if the Wu Clan sends people to manage the six realms of reincarnation." Dong Dong Huang Taiyi spoke from the side.Afterwards, he copied the framework of the underworld of the later generations, talked with eloquence, and explained the entire management system of the six reincarnations.

Houtu always liked the protagonist Donghuang Taiyi. He had just mentioned the idea of ​​reincarnation before, and now he heard such a perfect six-way reincarnation management measure, and the Wu people can still get great benefits from it. He was immediately moved and asked As soon as Dong Huangtai made a request, she patted her chest and promised that she would try her best to satisfy it.

"I have nothing else to ask for, I just hope that Fellow Daoists can allow the Witch Clan to negotiate peace with our Monster Clan." The protagonist Donghuang Taiyi expressed his request.

Houtu hesitated when he heard it, and struggled a bit before agreeing.

At this time, I appeared in a state of disgust.

"What Friends Tai Dao said just now is very true." I said with a smile, "The Taoist ancestor once said that the monster clan controls the sky, and the witch clan controls the land. Now this hell is under the jurisdiction of the witch clan, and let the witch clan manage it. It is the ear of nature."

The protagonist Donghuang Tai nodded, his expression mixed with satisfaction and surprise.I murmured to myself: The acting was pretty good, it was very in line with the protagonist's psychology at this time—hey, Zhunti has always been against me, why did he cooperate like this today?

"—However," I changed the subject, "Poverty Dao thinks that since Empress Pingxin is incarnated in samsara and cannot escape, she is no longer a witch clan. Encouraging witch clan to work in the underworld is natural. Interfering with the witch clan It's a big decision, I'm afraid it's not appropriate. Besides, the hostility between the Lich and the Yaozu has been hostile for a long time, and the hatred is deep-rooted. How can Empress Pingxin reverse it with her own power? According to the humble opinion of the poor, if the Liches and the Monsters want peace talks, why not It has to be considered in the long term.”

"Oh? I don't know what's the best idea to mention Daoist friends?" Madam Pingxin asked me in a cold tone, with a touch of sarcasm in her tone, obviously dissatisfied that I interrupted her interaction with Donghuang Taiyi.

"I dare not take it for a high opinion, I am ashamed, I just made a small suggestion, I hope that Empress Pingxin can be like your Taoist name, uphold a fair heart, and consider it carefully without personal emotions."