Lao Zhao is benevolent, but the Buddha lowered his eyebrows and was silent when he met him.

In the face of such a cute little Wang Ba, how could he bear to kill him with a knife and kill him for nothing?

You must know that Lao Zhao has swept the heavens since he was a child, and he has countless divine resources, but he can be said to have the heart of a Buddha, and he has never killed, even if he fights with the bandits who deceive the world and steal his name, what bursts out of his heart is nothing more than a fighting spirit, not a murderous intention.

If the Buddha's words are cloudy, and there is no killing thought in the heart, then it is not killing.

How kind is Lao Zhao?

If you think about it, if you have never killed since you were a child, wouldn't that be a great merit?

It is no wonder that even those self-proclaimed enlightened Buddhas lowered their eyebrows and remained silent when they met him, and when they talked to those saints about how much merit there was in never killing, they avoided answering.

The reason seems to be here, completely dormant by Lao Zhao's benevolent heart!

This is true even for adversaries.

The joyful battle crushed the opponent, presumably even if he was killed on the spot, he must feel Lao Zhao's benevolence in his heart, and he can't have any resentment at all, on the contrary, he may be extremely grateful in his heart.

Anyway, Lao Zhao thought that the opponents he killed were all willing to be killed!

He is old Zhao Renshan.

It can be said that he is an honest man.

Therefore, how can he kill this innocent little king now?

At most, taste how it tastes!

Seeing that this kitchen knife had no mercy, Lao Zhao couldn't bear to watch, and broke through the void and yo-yos.

However, when he was leaving, he also heard that this frenzied kitchen knife dared to point at Sang Huai and scolded him, and his face did not fluctuate in the slightest, and he did not have the same knowledge as it in the idea that God has the virtue of a good life.

A dignified manly man, how can he fight with a kitchen knife?

Lao Zhao is dignified.

This time I shuttled through the void for the sake of the evening's big dish.

After all, the dish to be made tonight is an extremely nourishing 'Wang Ba Hen Stewed Bullwhip', and the selection of raw materials itself must be cautious, especially the little Wang Ba Ye sent by Koma, which can't be wasted.

Therefore, the old hen and bullwhip that are needed, Lao Zhao pondered it, and he also had a consideration in his heart.

He had the impression that there really was a place to produce it!

"Whoa-la-"

As soon as I broke through the void, I found that the place I had arrived at was dark.

Before he could look around, he found that all kinds of holy light and divine powers were roaring, infinite flames and thunder covering each other, and at the same time, the figures of phoenixes and divine dragons were all over the sky and the earth.

It's just that these phoenixes and dragons don't have any charm, but a little more bloodlust from the flood wilderness.

Because whether it is a phoenix or a dragon at this moment.

It's all fighting!

Magical powers and spells came out together, phoenix feathers and dragon scales were scattered, holy blood was splashed, stumps and broken arms and the corpses of phoenixes and divine dragons had already covered the entire land, it should be said that the mountains that were bombarded were all meat grinder-like battlefields!

The two races have simply killed the red eye, a complete genocidal massacre!

Flood.

The battlefield of the first tribulation of the dragon and phoenix.

After Pangu opened the world, the filthy qi of heaven and earth accumulated, attracting the two overlords of this world, the phoenix and the divine dragon, to suppress the racial luck without merit, so the anger deepened, which led to a big fight between the two sides.

Next is the Lich War, and then there is the world of saints and human races, anyway, it's just that little thing that is flowing in the wilderness, who in the mixed network literature circle can not read a few flood literature?

As for why Lao Zhao wants to explain, well, how to mix the number of words is also a kind of ability!

Straight to the point.

The horrific fight overhead continues.

The phoenix was beaten before it could be reborn in the fire, and the dragon was burned to ashes before it had time to escape into the sea to recuperate, and the corpses and flesh of the two clans were already covered with the entire desolate land.

The tragic atmosphere is pervasive, the heaven and man are sympathetic, and this world is drenched in blood rain.

It seems to be a moment of silence for both communities.

The intensity of the fight is gradually coming to the lowest, and the first tribulation of the dragon and phoenix is about to pass.

But the Phoenix and Shenlong clans have also withdrawn from their original hegemony, completely fallen to the altar, and even reduced to the point where they have to obey the orders of other clans in later generations, although their status is still not low, but it is not high.

Lao Zhao still can't do anything about this, although his nickname is Long, but he can't change the timeline, right?

He looked up in a sly manner.

The dark clouds gathered by the dual pressures of the Heavenly Dao and the Great Dao just condensed above his head.

A rejection from this desolate world, as well as the remnants of the dragon and phoenix tribulation, are aimed at Lao Zhao, obviously some beings are very afraid of Lao Zhao, although he didn't say it explicitly, he also hopes that he has a bit of B in his heart.

But Lao Zhao felt a little aggrieved: "As for guarding against thieves, are you as guarded as thieves?"

This timeline testifies.

It's not time for him to steal Zhou Mountain and Mending Heaven Stone.

Besides, in the chaos before, he also gave Xiaopan an axe, otherwise how could he open up the world, otherwise how would the desolate world appear and so many wonderful scenes in the future?

Lao Zhao sighed at the sky: "You can't forget your roots!"

"Click-"

Thunder rang out.

It seems that some beings are expressing their inner dissatisfaction.

"Good, good!"

Lao Zhao's temper also came up: "Did you really treat me as a thief?"

He looked at the two Dao above his head, and walked away with his sleeves very chic: "I'm also a person who wants face!" As he spoke, he broke through the void, took the fattest phoenix in his hand, dug up a large piece of the dragon blood that had just condensed and drilled into it, and said righteously: "Even if my old Zhao starves to death, if he jumps here, he won't take a stitch from you!"

On the battlefield of the first tribulation of the dragon and phoenix, the battle between the two races is about to come to an end, and the winner of the flood famine was not notified, only the two races that were about to lose their dominance and were about to lose the hegemony of the flood famine.

And just at the top of the sky, the Great Dao and the Heavenly Dao were suspended, looking at the place where Lao Zhao had left, they looked at each other speechlessly.

Only a certain powerhouse who had fused the Heavenly Dao sighed.

"Alas!"

Of course, these old Zhao don't know.

Coming directly to an antique mountain village, he picked vines and pulled them into a small basket, put the fat phoenix and the black dragon's blood into it, and it just became a homemade vegetable basket.

The bullwhip stewed by the eight hens that was said to be good has now been brought together, and the bullwhip is still being searched.

For example, now is his goal.

A small scalper.

A small scalper with black hair.

One is detailed in the first chapter, and the readers of the second goods think that the cattle are the cattle with yellow coats, not the breed called the cattle, so that the chickens that make the cute girl laugh are hard, and the little scalper with black hair.

Lao Zhao carried the vegetable basket and looked at it with deep affection: "See you again!"

Let's be honest.

Lao Zhao really loves this little scalper.

What a good cow, a few days ago I contributed the best beef tendon meat, the taste of braised beef is simply top-notch, with ramen to eat alone is the best braised beef noodles, single cut is braised salty and fragrant braised beef.

Now when Lao Zhao needs it, he can contribute a tender bullwhip.

"Okay!"

Lao Zhao was full of emotion.

It's just that the little calf demon tilted his head in confusion: "Who are you?"

After all, the two know each other, and when this little calf demon completely enters the demon after 30,000 years, cultivates into the Great Demon King of the World, and sweeps this world, of course, he is still a stranger now.

Although Lao Zhao looked very kind to it, the little calf demon still shook his head and said: "Mom said that you humans are all bad things, and you naturally like to deceive our demon clan, so you don't want to talk to me, and I don't want to play with you." It looked down at the fat lawn around it, and raised its head and said to Lao Zhao in righteous words: "The most important thing is that this lawn is occupied by me first, if you want to eat grass, you have to wait until I am full first." ”

Lao Zhao waved his hand again and again after hearing this, and smiled happily at this simple little bull demon very seriously: "Little brother, you are too worried, how can I eat grass as a human being?"

"Don't you eat grass?"

The little cow demon blinked: "Oh......"

Especially when he saw Lao Zhao smiling and showing his standard six teeth, he also nodded thoughtfully: "Since you don't eat grass, then I think maybe you should be a good person, right?"

"That's right!"

Lao Zhao patted his chest: "I'm a good person!"

He expressed his heartfelt emotion to the discerning person of the little bull demon: "It's been a long time since I've seen a good goblin like you worth cultivating!" Saying that, he also regretted: "It's a pity that after 30,000 years, why did he become the kind of great demon king who was completely demonized and would rather die than slaughter the world?"

The little bull demon blinked again: "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand it?"

Lao Zhao sighed: "You will become bad in the future!"

The little bull demon still blinked: "Turned bad?"

Lao Zhao nodded: "That's right, it's still the kind that has become very bad and bad!" Thinking about the great demon king who destroyed the world in the later generations, slaughtering ninety percent of the cultivators of the entire world, he couldn't help but sigh softly: "It's too bad!"

The little bull demon stopped eating grass, and his face was a little more puzzled: "But why did I become bad?" It said and looked at the surrounding mountains and forests, and lowered its head to chew on the fat and tender weeds and swallowed: "I have a good life here, I am thirsty and stream, hungry and eat grass, and I can absorb the moonlight essence at night and slowly cultivate, becoming more and more powerful, protect the little friends who play and this mountain, so that it will not become bad!"

"I'm an honest man like me!"

Lao Zhao couldn't help but sigh lightly in his heart, without much explanation.

This simple little bull demon will definitely become the great demon king of destruction in the timeline of fate, which Lao Zhao can't bear in his heart, and he also plans to save this little calf demon and let it live a better life.

Slightly silent, Lao Zhao also asked a little sadly: "Then little brother, what you mean is that you want to cultivate stronger, enough to protect this mountain with fertile water and grass, as well as the spirit friends who play with you more on weekdays?"

The little bull demon nodded certically: "This is my dream!"

"That's easy to do!"

Lao Zhao seemed to exhale painfully: "This is also simple!"

He looked at this little bull demon and said seriously: "I have a way to improve your cultivation efficiency, increase your concentration, money and time will not be wasted on females, there will no longer be jealousy and anger for females, you can always maintain a calm state of mind, and you can increase your physique and lifespan!" Lao Zhao looked at the little calf demon's eyes, which were already a little obviously moved, reached out to support its shoulder, and said very bitterly: "You only need to give up something!"

The little cow demon swallowed and foamed: "Although I don't understand, I always feel very powerful." Its almond-like brain thought about it seriously, and still nodded to Lao Zhao: "In order to become stronger, I can give up everything!"