Time flies, and friction between the two lich clans increases. The plots that I have long been familiar with have been staged in the desolate world: ten days together, Kuafu chasing the sun, Houyi shooting the sun, and the lich decisive battle......

It's always the same plot, and I don't even feel like watching the play. I waited boredly in the West, waiting for the critical moment when I appeared.

After waiting for a long time, I finally heard a loud "click" - Buzhou Mountain was knocked down by the Gonggong. The water of the heavenly river poured down, turning into a boundless torrent and sweeping a qiē.

Speaking of which, why is this mountain called Buzhou Mountain when it is not broken? It always feels weird.

I pressed my mind and ordered Hongyun to take care of the dojo and take my senior brother to rush to Buzhou Mountain.

What are you going to do? Of course, it was sent up and beaten by the protagonist, ah no, it was to snatch the Chaos Bell and the River Tuluo Book for the West.

"Senior brother, there is no innate treasure in the West to suppress luck, and the Chaos Bell is very important to us. But Pangu Siqing advanced and retreated together, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the two of us to interfere. The guide said to me worriedly on the way.

"So we don't grab the Chaos Bell, we grab the River Tuluo Book. Pangu Siqing and Nuwa both focused on the Innate Treasure, and we retreated to the next best thing and took the opportunity to seize that top-level Innate Spirit Treasure. The two of them work together and can always grab it. "I put on a look of holding a wisdom pearl - in fact, I can't grab the Hetu Luo book, otherwise what will Fu Xi use in the future?

I didn't know what I really thought, but I was quite happy: "Senior brother's plan is very good, although Hetu Luoshu can't suppress luck, but he is good at deducing heavenly opportunities and divining fortunes and fortunes, which is also very beneficial to the prosperity of my sect." ”

I pouted in my heart: So you are also thinking about this? Usually, it's not always me who shows my old face to solicit customers from the West, and your old man is responsible for sitting at home and showing his painful expression. Really, why does the author set the situation every time he runs around and leads him to sit at home?

Of course, complaining is complaining. I really don't dare to go against the logic of leading my brother and force him out to transform sentient beings. So it's usually okay, so I let Jieyin and Hongyun discuss the Dharma or something, and improve the teachings. In just these years, they are about to compile dozens of Buddhist scriptures.

As he spoke, he had already come to the foot of Buzhou Mountain, and at this time, all the saints had arrived, and they were all casting spells to deal with the aftermath.

In front of Nuwa, there was a Qiankun Ding, who was closing her eyes and concentrating on refining the five-colored stone to prepare to mend the sky. Lao Tzu used the Taiji diagram to fix the earth, fire, water and wind, Yuan Shi Tianzun used the Pangu Banner to clean up the turbidity, and the Tongtian Sect Master used the four swords of Zhuxian to support the four poles, and the three of them worked together to prevent the heavens and the earth from collapsing immediately.

As for the hole in the sky, of course, the protagonist Tianxuan is blocking it with a magic weapon, after all, this one has the most merit after the fact, second only to mending the sky. I took a closer look at the magic weapon he used, and it was a gray bead, chaotic, revealing a deep and endless aura.

Chaos? Well, that's the Chaos Bead, or the Harmony Bead? Oops,I don't know what the name is in this story.,Anyway, it's pretty much the same.,There must be one of the magic weapons that the author gave to the protagonist called chaos or Hongmeng or something.。 One day, I also followed the trend and changed the name of the relics to Hongmeng relics, which sounded like a wind.

"Nan no Amitabha Night, Dortaga Night, Dori Night, Amili Dubhari ......" The senior brother consciously began to recite the mantra of rebirth according to the author's arrangement, and under the blessing of the sage's cultivation, Sanskrit Zen chanting spread throughout the wilderness, and the dead and living beings can be exceeded.

Isn't the night of Nam no Amitaba the meaning of returning to the Buddha of Immeasurable Light? It suddenly occurred to me that the Buddha of Infinite Light was Amitabha, that is, my senior brother. In this case, wouldn't the author feel strange when he arranged to lead the senior brother to recite this mantra? Convert yourself?

By the way, maybe the author copied such a few words of the mantra purely to make up the number of words.

Hey?

I was using the magic power of Sumeru mustard seeds to collect the flood, when I saw a figure flying to the west at a gallop, with wings thousands of miles long, and the wind that fanned up could even blow away the flood on the ground for a short time.

Kunpeng?

Behind him, there was also a strange monster, shaped like a bloated yellow cloth bag, painted in gaudy Matt red, with six legs and four wings, and a vague mosaic of mystery on its face.

"Its shape is like a yellow sac, red like a fire, six legs and four wings, and Hun Dun has no face," a narration-like sentence appeared in my mind.

Belch...... Dijiang?

I suddenly felt a little sorry for Di Jiang, the author described him as more distracted than the protagonist, it has never changed in hundreds of stories, and it has been copying this passage. In other words, Dijiang has lived hundreds of flood stories, and he doesn't even have a face.

But Dijiang was miserable, and his speed was not slow at all, and he was about to catch up with the fleeing Kunpeng.

"Kunpeng Daoyou, if something happens on a different day, you can take refuge in the West and avoid a death calamity to repay the cause and effect of the Holy Throne."

A passage from that year immediately flashed through my mind - it actually appeared in the previous chapter, how could I have forgotten it? But in order to make up the word count for the author, cough, I mean, in order to conform to the character setting of Zhun Ti, I still have to force a flashback.

"In that case, I have to save it." I deliberately spoke up, and then raised my hand and pressed it towards Di Jiang. A giant palm of Buddha light directly shattered the void and appeared in front of Di Jiang. The entire space was suddenly blocked by the Dharma, and before Di Jiang could have the idea of resisting, he was involuntarily grabbed by the Buddha's hand.

Kunpeng took the opportunity to escape, but found a large cloud of colorful glow rising into the sky, and the heavy rain suddenly stopped. It turned out that the five-colored stone was finally completely refined by Nuwa and made up for the heavens.

The heavens were repaired, and Kunpeng's face turned green - because that meant Nuwa could free up her hands to deal with him.

"Kunpeng, the coward who escaped from the battle, suffer death!" Nuwa had obviously seen him a long time ago, and without saying a word, she threw the hydrangea out, the red light rolling, and she arrived in front of Kunpeng in the blink of an eye.

Sure enough, Kunpeng still escaped in the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array, just like in countless stories before. It just so happened that I saved his life and ended the cause and effect.

The Seven Treasures Tree was brilliant, and with a brush in the air, it blocked the blow of the red hydrangea. Although I am also a meritorious saint, according to the author's setting, my strength is stronger than Nuwa, hehe, it must be the reason why my Tao is high.

"What do you mean by this?" Nuwa's eyebrows were upside down, and she asked me angrily, "Kunpeng escaped from the battle, swept away Emperor Jun's Hetuluo book, and led the demon clan from victory to defeat, committing a great crime against the demon clan, and should be thanked with death." ”

"Nuwa is a friend and slow, first complete the things to make up for the sky, and then do the calculations." The protagonist Tianxuan suddenly spoke, "With me waiting, Kunpeng can't run." As he spoke, he swiped with a measuring ruler, and the blue light was like a wrap, firmly binding Kunpeng. Kunpeng and Dijiang are just like a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks, both of whom are made unable to move by the sage's supernatural powers.

Eh, why do I feel weird about the words?

Nuwa apparently listened to Tianxuan's words, and then she slew the black dragon that was making waves, and then killed the four legs of the giant turtle to support the four poles, and finally cast a spell to collect the flood.

After the completion of one qiē, the merit descended, and the Qiankun Ding was taken back by Hongjun. Now there are only a few saints left on the field, Di Jiang, Kunpeng, and the Chaos Bell that has sunk deep in the dirt after the flood has receded.

The seven saints exchanged mixed glances with each other, greed, suspicion, eagerness, excitement...... All kinds of feelings that do not match the identity of the saint flashed in his eyes. None of us spoke, and remained strangely silent. However, the breath of strife spread like a silent storm.

A new storm has emerged, how can it be stagnant?

Travel through time and space and pluck up courage.

Tianxuan walked in front of the saints.