Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty-Seven

The ground rumbled and rocks fell.

The towering Buzhou Mountains are a thing of the past, and the waters of the heavenly rivers rush across the earth, drawing the less powerful into the torrent.

Compared to the panicked Lich Clan, Rahu was very calm.

"Oh, the mountain has fallen."

In the midst of the stormy waves, Rahu stood still, and the transparent barrier separated the torrent for him and reserved a safe place. He looked at Hongjun and found that Hongjun was looking at the remaining half of the mountain, and Luo Hu, who had a good relationship with the other party, smiled and said, "You want it?" ”

Hongjun did not deny, "Now is not the time."

When the fight was over, he went to collect the remaining half of the mountain, which was the best material for refining magic weapons, even if he was quite excited.

Luo Hu knew his plan and threatened: "Don't give it to the apprentice again." ”

Hongjun: "......"

Rahu said: "Ergou is still waiting for your treasure. ”

Hongjun thought of his son who was "waiting to be fed", the corners of his mouth twitched, and he no longer objected.

After the follow-up matters were quickly discussed, Rahu took a step forward, the hairband that bound his hair was blown open, and his waist-length hair danced like a wild snake, wanton and arrogant. His gaze was colder than the coldest glacier in the world, and all he could see was killing and death.

Hongjun took a step back, hiding in the void.

At this moment, the Demon Dao should be out, the Heavenly Dao will be avoided, and no one can stop it.

When Rahu's power spreads, the rational man loses his mind, the man with the mind becomes dull, and the man who knows how to restrain himself becomes greedy and crazy.

Under his influence, the power of a calamity exploded in full force!

This is the era when quasi-saints are everywhere, and Da Luo Jinxian is not as good as dogs, and it is also the last and most brilliant era of the flood before the arrival of the age of saints.

The world in Rahu's pupils changed, becoming like the world that Hongjun saw, with cause and effect, fate, and heaven and earth, and the world was no longer the world of living beings, but the fruit of countless rules twisted together.

This is the world that the Tao should see.

After countless years, he finally got to this point, stepping on the bones of other people to get to this point.

Everything in the world is so small, and the former friends are but ants, and the things they struggle and desire are not worth mentioning in Rahu's eyes.

The Flood was too small to cease to exist after the Lich Toss.

Rahu's hand pointed at the ancestral witch, "Go, I'll buy you the last time." ”

After the collapse of Buzhou Mountain, the Wu clan lost all the back roads, Buzhou Mountain is the first spiritual vein of the flood wilderness, carrying endless power, once it collapses, the sky of the flood is broken, the earth is cracked, and the innate aura of the whole world is rapidly collapsing.

The flood is over.

The karma brought by this is enough for the ancestral witches to be collectively turned into ashes.

It was Rahu who suspended this karma.

Seeing that the ancestral witch was panicked, he said to the ancestral witch: "Only if you succeed, the Wu clan can survive, otherwise all the Wu clan will be buried for Buzhou Mountain." ”

The six remaining Ancestral Witches seemed to understand everything, and they cried and laughed.

The flood wants them to die!

The Wu Clan has become a victim of the second Dragon and Phoenix Tribulation!

Stimulated by Rahu's power, Zuwu's weak strength rose again and broke through his own limits. Their essence and blood were burning, their lives were blooming, and Di Jiang, Tianwu, Qiang Liang, Xi Zi, Hao Bi Corpse, and Candle Jiuyin began to kill at the cost of death.

You have to kill more, and the demon clan has to die more, so that the people of their witch clan can live!

Kill, kill, kill!

Di Jiang, the leader of the Wu clan, stared at the Demon Emperor and the Eastern Emperor, his eyes were so fierce that even Emperor Jun had a retreat. But Emperor Jun can't retreat, behind him is the demon clan, he must command all the people as the demon emperor, live as a king, and die as a king.

Di Jun's eyes became arrogant, and the witch-slaying sword was like a meteor outside the sky, and the blood flashed before returning to his hand.

The flood was shattered, the heavens and the earth were angry, and after the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array and the Twelve Heavenly God Evil Arrays were shattered, the leaders of the demon clan and the witch clan finally faced each other.

In the turbulent Tianhe, Yang Mei is like a flat boat, going upstream, he watched Di Jun fight with all his might, watched them give everything for a glimmer of life, there seemed to be a heart beating in his chest, anxious, turning into strong feelings.

The chaotic hollow willow tree has no heart.

He is the spiritual root nurtured by chaos, there is no distinction between good and evil, and his personality is chaos.

But after following Luo Hu and Hongjun for a long time, Yang Mei believed that there is friendship, love, and sincere family affection in the world. He began to get in touch with these positive feelings, knew how to show his joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and wanted to give birth to his own heart.

And the person who made him hesitate and feel guilty was Dijun.

He liked the three-legged golden crow, but the moment he liked it, this short-lived love disappeared.

Dijun is dead.

Taiyi also went crazy after Dijun's death.

The ancestral witch dragged the emperor of the demon clan to blow himself up, and they all died.

Yang Mei's gaze was a little panicked, things happened too fast, and his thinking was too slow, and all this suddenly ended in front of him.

The wailing sound of the Eastern Emperor Bell resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the Hetu Luo Book fell from the sky.

The body of the Witch Slayer shattered and broke.

Like him who was out of the way, Bai Ze shook the feather fan in the chaos without sadness or joy, and the people of the Wu clan couldn't get close to him at all, because he was a saint and a doppelganger of Dao Ancestor! The Lich Hoisting was nothing more than an interesting drama for him.

But even so, he also entered the play, watching the figure of Kunpeng snatching the Hetuluo book and desperately escaping, Bai Ze laughed low under the feather fan.

"Heh......"

That's fate.

The living live, the dead die, and the inconsequential stand still.

From a distance, Bai Ze didn't ignore Yang Mei, who was standing quietly, and he said to Yang Mei: "Do you want them to be alive?" ”

Yang Mei lost his voice, and his eyes were strange.

Bai Ze said alone: "The Eastern Emperor Bell is Taiyi's companion spirit treasure, if I am not mistaken, there is a trace of the true spirit of Emperor Jun and Taiyi in it. ”

The true spirit is not a soul, it is similar to a collection of memories, feelings, and obsessions, and the stronger the true spirit, the stronger the power it gets. But the true spirit is not the essence after all, such as the lotus born in Pangu, it can only be said to be a part of the legacy.

Yang Mei moved.

He walked in the direction of the Eastern Emperor Bell, intervening in the power of competing for the Eastern Emperor Bell exceeded ten, and the power that reached the quasi-saint level fluctuated constantly.

Those people all want the East Emperor Bell, and they all want the innate treasure!

Not only them, but Hongjun's gaze like a heavenly path also fell on the Eastern Emperor Bell, and such a gaze was the most terrifying deterrent in the world.

Yang Mei stiffened, and stubbornly did not stop, "Hongjun, I will not back down." ”

His figure got closer and closer to the location of the Eastern Emperor Bell.

Tyrannical forces all around.

Donghuang Zhong sensed Yang Mei's arrival and slowly fell from mid-air, Yang Mei resisted all attacks for it, and hugged it with both arms.

Tears slipped from his eyes, joy and sadness.

"This is my way."

The Chaos Hollow Willow Tree has a heart, understands the seven emotions and six desires, and is no longer a chaotic spiritual root that is restricted everywhere.

The Great Dao's restraint on him is gone.

Hongjun did not back down for his Dao, and if the Dao of Heaven wanted the Chaos Bell, he would make a move. Thick clouds suddenly accumulated in the sky, and purple thunder and lightning contained in them, flickering, reflecting the chaotic flood even more terrifyingly.

The thunder pillar fell, and the surrounding white expanse was extremely bright!

Yang Mei stroked the Donghuang Bell and said softly: "I am willing to become the pillar of heaven and replace Buzhou Mountain to support heaven and earth until heaven and earth no longer need me." ”

With a big oath, the thunder of punishment and the golden light of merit appeared at the same time!

Yang Mei successfully sanctified!

The black cloud of thunder turned purple, the image of purple qi coming from the east was Furui, and the Heavenly Dao dispersed the punishment of Yang Mei. Yang Mei used the remaining merits to wash away the karma on the Donghuang Bell, hid the Donghuang Bell in his body, and turned into a huge willow tree to support the heavens and the earth.

When heaven and earth don't need him, it is the time when he transcends the flood and achieves a higher realm.

Yang Mei is willing to die for the Tao.

In one day, the lich was defeated, and Houtu and Yang Mei preached, a change that made the great powers of the desolation dumbfounded, unable to understand the timing of their preaching.

As if she had an epiphany, Nuwa also walked out of the mansion.

She is a very courageous person, Yang Mei can protect the flood wilderness, and she is the same. Nuwa took out all her family wealth and said to Tiandao: "I want to make up for the sky." ”

Hongjun said: "Good. ”

On the top of Mount Meru, the meditative Liansheng took out the Qiankun Ding lent to him by his master.

"Nuwa, take it."

Liansheng sent Qiankun Ding to Nuwa, and took away one-tenth of the merit.

Nuwa gritted her teeth, understanding that her master was partial, and she saw through the heavens one step earlier, and lent Qiankun Ding to Liansheng so that Liansheng could get merit.

But at this point, Nuwa knew how to make trade-offs, let go of distractions, and she began to refine the things that made up the sky with all her attention.

A hard multicolored stone is refined in the Qiankun Ding.

Nuwa flew into the sky, her sleeves fluttering, like a god. She resisted the water of the Heavenly River with the strength of the peak of the quasi-saint, and blocked the holes in the sky with multicolored stones.

The multicolored stone was used very quickly, and when she finished making up the sky, there was still one left unused.

Nuwa felt something, threw this multicolored stone into the netherworld, and gave the multicolored stone a chance. One share of the merits sent down by the Heavenly Dao is three, eighty percent is given to Nuwa, one and a half percent is given to Liansheng, and the last half is given to the colorful stone.

Hongjun, who didn't get any merit, was very casual, he didn't need merit in the first place.

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