Let's talk about the great event of the flood and famine, since Zhou Cheng's second Kunlun discussion, there was a hundred years of war between the three clans, and when Zhou Cheng turned back to Qingqiu Mountain, three hundred years of time have passed quietly.

This battle between the three clans, even with the respect of Zhou Cheng as a saint, felt extremely thrilling, and the tragedy of the killing was not under the Lich War. As for Zhou Cheng, the outcome of the war was also a matter of gains and losses.

The war of the three clans escalated from the simplest slaughter at the beginning to the death match of the three clans later, and in the bad situation of the two lich clans desperately fighting for the human race, the human race was almost killed or captured. The saint made a move, and although the hundred-year tribulation of the human race was over, the impact was extremely far-reaching.

The gains and losses are five or five, standing at the foot of Qingqiu Mountain, Zhou Cheng couldn't help but sigh secretly.

The rebellion of the three clans was under the condition that he blocked the century-old heavenly machine, but in the end, Zhen Yuanzi, the two Western Sect and the rest of the saints were all involved, and the luck of the two lich clans was also greatly reduced. In this way, the next Lich War will inevitably have an even more brutal battle. Wuzhuang watched the first battle, although he started harder, lost Lao Tzu's face, and alienated himself from the relationship with Nuwa, Zhou Cheng never regretted it at all. At least he conveyed a very clear message to the great supernatural powers of the Flood Wilderness, I, Zhou Cheng, can be very low-key, no matter how you compete for Dao unification luck, no matter how obscene and despicable you are, but you must not provoke me, and you must not shake the foundation of the human race, otherwise, don't blame me for stoning you to death.

Although Zhou Cheng only had a few decades of human life experience, compared to the boring time of cultivating for hundreds of millions of years after being reborn, that kind of life of flesh and blood, sorrow and joy, love and hatred was too precious. It is precisely because of this that he has a deeper understanding of the tragedy and helplessness of the human race in the face of nature, power, and disaster. Zhou Cheng, who has become a mixed yuan saint, has one of the most valuable things more than other saints, that is, he has the kind of experience he once had as an ordinary person. From simple to complex, from ants to big ants, great sages, this experience is the most colorful, and it is also the most subtle part of the evolution of the Great Dao. Zhou Cheng himself jumped out of the Three Realms and was no longer in the Five Elements, but the rest of the Terrans had no strength, no backers, they were really like ants, as if they were now in the wilderness, no matter the lich or the Terrans, they could insult them wantonly, no matter what the way of heaven was, could no one take care of it? Are the Terrans destined to be slaughtered like this?

No, by no means. Standing at the foot of Qingqiu Mountain, Zhou Cheng recalled the general feeling of his previous life, and his Dao heart couldn't help but be unprecedentedly firm.

The sky doesn't hurt, the saint doesn't love it, and I Zhou Cheng doesn't love it either? No.

His love for the human race is definitely different from Nuwa's high-minded pity for the demon race, and it is not a saint-like frolicking and having fun, but a kind of sympathy that can be empathized, a kind of brother and sister care, for the sake of the human race, he Zhou Cheng can give everything.

Why can't someone stand up and speak for the Terrans? Why do Terrans have to be ants? Why did the saints have to play and fiddle with living beings to survive the immeasurable eons?

Although Hongjun appeared to protect the Heavenly Dao and reprimanded him for not using the Pangu Sword that had truly opened the heavens and was now enough to defy the heavens, he didn't take it to heart at all.

When the Pangu Sword is really used, there are no more than two kinds. One is that someone else kills the door, and the idle person can clean it up without such a heavy treasure, and if the saint joins forces to kill the door, it is estimated that he will not be able to do it, after all, it is also the way of the saint to settle down; The second is that someone wants to kill the human race, so I'm sorry, even if it is against the sky, I have to kill the rabbit cub, what are you afraid of against the sky, even if the void is broken, the heaven and the earth will return to chaos, and they will all end up, and I have to prove that my Zhou Cheng's way is correct, and my Zhou Cheng's idea of protecting the human race is correct. The way of the rest of the saints is to settle down and live in peace, but the way of my Zhou Cheng is different, the opportunity to become the Tao is to bless this human race, and the place where the avenue is favored is also as Pangu said, to bless the common people. That's why he didn't kill the lich even when he did his best to protect the Terrans. It's just that the relationship is intimate, love and hatred are severe, and it is the human race that he chooses to bless.

Looking at the Qingqiu Mountain, the children of the door planted the pine and cypress in the mountains, the mountain wind rolled up, the sound of pine waves was endless, and under the traction of the avenue, Zhou Cheng felt it, thought a lot, and seemed to pass away leisurely for a moment.

Dao, in fact, is the moment you turn around.

Zhou Cheng finally determined the goal of his avenue: to enjoy life, protect the human race, and rob those thieves and saints by the way.

This time the epiphany of the saint realm is extremely rare, although it has not increased its cultivation, but it makes Zhou Cheng feel that since the opening of the world, he has never had such a pursuit and ideal, and he can't help but chant loudly:

The heart of the Tao is finally clear and the ambition is high

There is a period of immeasurable calamity

sigh is not in the sky

Looking at Qingqiu in the clouds and fog

After chanting, Zhou Cheng was in a rare good mood for convergence and cultivation, and he didn't bother anyone, and slowly hiked up the mountain. The reckless Qingqiu Mountain Range is faintly revealing a lot of powerful aura, I am afraid that there are many monsters and elves who are cultivated by Golden Immortals hiding in the cave to practice.

The flood and many disasters have not affected this Qingqiu Mountain at all, and it is still full of peaks and peaks as far as the eye can see, vigorous and strange, or there are mountains like swords and halberds inserted into the sea of clouds, or there are dangerous cliffs such as straight walls, and birds are difficult to inhabit; The breeze passes, the mountain waves are heavy, like joy, like anger, like joy, like sadness, a variety of mixed in; Or there is a waterfall that hangs upside down from a cliff, and it looks crystal clear like green jade from a distance.

Nine days flew down the green jade belt, and the green mountains were like jasper hairpins. Zhou Chengdao's heart was clear, but the natural scenery of Qingqiu Mountain made him feel even more, he climbed the stairs, and finally reached the top of Qingqiu Mountain.

In order to accompany the bamboo language, Shi Zhong made grass to wait for the night in the place where the bamboo language returned to its original restoration on the shore of Qingping Lake. He practiced meditation, recited the Yellow Court, and practiced the chaos chapter; At night, he took the pure water of Qingping Lake and watered the green bamboo turned by the bamboo language in the cliff crevice, afraid that she would lack the grace of rain and dew and be injured. Although Pingyue is still friendly with people, except for the time when the people in Qingqiu Mountain burn incense to worship Zhou Cheng every month, they will not leave Qingping Lake an inch. is such an infatuated man, but he still has to think about it in the future, Zhou Cheng couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Kong Xuan is still obsessed with cultivation, and he sacrifices the five-colored divine light behind him at night, with the help of the aura of Qingqiu Mountain and the creation of the Chaos Chapter, he has already achieved the five-color mastery, and he has made progress much faster than that of him who has been cultivating in later generations.

Bai Meng and Bai Lu were flying all over the Qingqiu Mountain, looking for Baiyun everywhere, afraid that he would sneak down the mountain. Bai Yun's kid is also really naughty, he accidentally learned the fur of the transformation technique in Zhou Cheng's chaos chapter, and at this time he was gathering his breath, and sat on the dragon chair of the Dragon Palace in Qingping Lake to change cups with Huang Jing, and drank happily. In the past three hundred years, the appearance of Baiyun's children has hardly changed, and the appearance of drinking with a wine glass makes Zhou Cheng think that Huang Jing is not abducting children, but seeing Huang Jing's wry smile on the dragon chair with Bai Yun, Zhou Cheng couldn't help laughing.

"Wait for Xie Yuxuan to see me!" Zhou Cheng stepped out and went straight into Xie Yuxuan.

It is said that after Zhou Cheng returned to the mountain, another hundred years, after the earth discussed the sea of blood, the river Styx withdrew, and the sea of blood returned to calm temporarily.

The Houtu tribe, the Houtu in the ancestral witch hall is wandering from the fugue to the void, and it has been a hundred years since the blood sea discussed the Tao. After Houtu came back from the sea of blood, he always felt that it was difficult to calm his heart, so he immediately retreated to comprehend the way of heaven, wanting to realize what his slightest concern for the Tao was. The 100-year period has passed, but the time has not yet come, and there is nothing to be gained.

"Huh?!" Houtu, who was sitting on the futon, suddenly opened a pair of beautiful eyes, and his beautiful eyes revealed regret and doubt.

"Either way, no matter what, it's time to come."

After sighing lightly, he entered the treasure house and took the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda, and went straight to the Nine Shadows Blood Sea.

(Writing here today, Xiaoyu is very touched.) Even if there is a chance in the future, Xiaoyu will not become a god, Xiaoyu will always be everyone's brother, discuss clumsy work with everyone, laugh and scold with everyone, talk and laugh. Xiaoyu is not ashamed, the goal is to be the first civilian writer at the starting point! ）

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