Hong Huang: We Wu Clan are so tough!

"Eldest brother, which Human Emperor candidate do you like?"

"The Song Dynasty in the Southern Dynasty? The Chen and the two countries in the Southern Dynasty are the strongest in the South."

"Northern Wei, Northern Qi, and Northern Zhou are the strongest in the north."

Zhao Gongming smiled playfully.

"I am optimistic about the Sui and Tang dynasties."

All the immortals were taken aback.

Both the Sui and Tang dynasties were new dynasties.

Not only newborn, but also small.

Together, the two dynasties are comparable to any of the seven strongest dynasties at present.

The Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit blinked.

"Brother, are you kidding me?"

Zhao Gongming shook his head.

"Not at all. Pindao saw something in these two dynasties."

"The New Deal that the teacher mentioned back then."

"The teacher said back then that the New Deal was not suitable for the human race."

"But now, it should be appropriate."

talking.

Zhao Gongming smiled.

"Let's wait and see."

The immortals nodded.

Follow Zhao Gongming back to Jinao Island.

It was closed at Lingshan Mountain.

At the same time when the second-generation disciples of Jiejiao returned to Jinao Island.

The fate of the prehistoric river.

Five figures appeared by the river of fate.

Crash.

The long river of fate flows unchanged for hundreds of millions of years.

Numerous lines of cause and effect interweave at the bottom of the river of fate.

In the end, this long river with no beginning and no end is formed.

Here, even Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, or a saint, can't come here.

Only the Heavenly Realm can come here.

Five figures appearing here.

All in the realm of heaven.

Wu Shen, Ping Xin, Nu Wa, Tong Tian, ​​Hong Yun.

Standing in front of the river of fate.

Watching the water of the rolling river.

Every wave.

It is the fate of a living being.

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Wu Shen looked at the river of fate in front of him.

grin.

A dharma wheel in the eyes rotates for a circle.

A clock of fate appeared from above his head.

In a flash.

Wu Shen immediately stretched out his hand and pressed on the river of fate.

boom!

The river of fate blows up huge waves of millions of feet.

The river divides into two.

Among them, the cause and effect lines are scattered.

Shows extremely clear texture.

Since the birth of the prehistoric.

The river of fate has never been so clear.

The fate of the surface quickly retreated.

Then there is the fate of the bottom layer.

These fates are "possible in the past" and "possible in the future"

The other four heavenly realms immediately discovered their destiny.

The body of Hong Yun died in the power of the Lich, and was reincarnated as the God of Conferred Trial.

In the end, it became a chess piece for teaching.

Known as the Fortune Immortal, but he doesn't know who he is.

Trapped in the Netherworld, Ping Xin could only watch helplessly as the Wu Clan went extinct.

And he can only be in the palace of reincarnation, day after day, year after year.

Become the "decoration" of a nether world.

Nuwa broke faith with the monster race, broke her incense with the human race, and seemed to be at ease in Tai Sutian.

But in fact, he was lonely and trapped in Wa Palace.

Brothers turn against each other, disciples are alienated, ethnic groups lose faith, and creations cut off incense.

And Babel.

Disciples can die and escape.

Those who are loyal to him will either be forced to enshrine the gods in the heaven.

Either he was caught in the Buddhist gate and became a begging animal with a load on his body.

The euphemistic name is: Dharma protector.

And himself.

It was himself, trapped to death in Zixiao Palace.

It is said to be in retreat, but in fact it is under house arrest.

The four heavenly saints stared wide-eyed.

Over the years, they also heard Wu Shen mention their original fate from time to time.

Yet listening is one thing.

Seeing it with your own eyes is another matter.

See it for yourself in the river of fate.

Just like my own experience.

If it weren't for the four saints, they would already be in the realm of heaven.

The mind is as firm as a rock.

It is even possible to get lost in these "what ifs".

"Wu Sheng, this?"

Nu Wa looked at Wu Shen.

Experienced another completely unrelated to Wu Shen.

In my current opinion, my fate can only be described as pathetic and hateful.

Nuwa looked into Wu Shen's eyes.

With a trace of horror.

original.

I almost missed Wu Sheng.

then.

She came into contact with Wu Shen with Hong Yun out of curiosity.

If she didn't have a good curiosity at that time.

Then nothing will be the same.

Wu Shen grinned at Nuwa.

Reach out and hold each other's hand.

"I am here."

Nuwa felt the warmth from Wu Shen's palm.

Breathe out a faint fragrance of orchids.

Yes.

Wu Sheng is here.

and.

I won't let go.

Ping Xin watched all this from the side, and smiled slightly.

Is there anyone more uplifting than this kid in my family?

Gone.

Hong Huang couldn't find it.

It can't be found in chaos.

Tong Tian and Hong Yun looked at each other.

Also smiled.

After experiencing a "possible once", the mentality of the saints became more complete.

That is the only flaw and loophole in the destiny of heaven.

It is also patched at this moment.

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Those "possibles" vanished.

What was once possible is no longer what it once was.

The momentum of the four saints changed.

Qi Qi pulled up a bit.

The realm of saints, step by step to the sky.

Starting from the Dao of Heaven, each realm is divided into nine heavens.