The Emperor of the Humans is the Emperor of the Terran Race, adhering to the luck of the Terran Race, even if he does not have the high power of the Emperor of Heaven and the strong cultivation of the Saint, he can be equivalent to the Emperor of Heaven and the Saint in status.

The Emperor of Heaven met the Emperor of Humans, and he was also treated equally; If the saint wants to meet the human emperor, he must also call a Taoist friend.

However, this is the treatment before the War of the Gods, the treatment of the King of the Gods; But after the Battle of the Gods, in the era of King Wu of Zhou, he was no longer the emperor of men, but the son of heaven.

The Son of Heaven is only the son of the Emperor of Heaven, and his status is lower than that of the Emperor of Heaven.

The Son of Heaven must sacrifice to the heavens and be recognized and approved by the Emperor before he can ascend the throne and become the emperor.

When the Son of Heaven sacrifices to the sky, he has to say, "The ministers are fat, the prime minister is the prime minister to tell the sky, and there is no way to do business...... Crime in the Heavens...... Today's country name is 'Zhou'!"

Haotian smiled and demoted the Emperor of Heaven to the Son of Heaven, which was not only beneficial to the Emperor of Heaven, but also beneficial to the saint. The so-called gods are only secondary, degrading the status of the emperor and turning into the son of heaven, which is the key.

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The saints are all calculating, they are all playing chess.

"Count me!"

Nuwa laughed, and when she saw the scene of King Su teasing in Nuwa Temple, she couldn't help but sneer, and sent three goblins to disturb the world.

Time is going on, and the God Tribulation continues, and the intensity continues.

"There is Hongjun first, and then there is the sky, and the people of Lu Zhudao are still ahead. I'm only eighteen years old this year, and a year of chaos. ”

In the Xiqi camp, Randen and Kunlun monks were all sad, and they didn't know how to deal with Zhao Gongming's golden Jiao scissors. At this moment, I heard a singing, and then a Taoist with a warm face and lips like Zhu Dan appeared.

Ran Deng asked, "I don't know what to call you?" ”

Lu Pressure saluted and said: "The poor road is an idler in West Kunlun, surnamed Lu, and his name is pressure; Because Zhao Gongming protected the fake and destroyed the truth, and borrowed the golden Jiao to cut down the mountain, which hurt all the Taoist brothers. He only knows that the art is infinite, how can he know that the mystery is even better? Therefore, the poor Dao came to meet him for a while. It is useless to discipline him, so he will naturally rest. ”

The next day, Lu Jian and Zhao Gongming clashed for a while, and then left, but they took away a trace of Zhao Gongming's breath.

Then, under the introduction of Lu Press, Jiang Ziya cast the nail-headed Seven Arrows Book and cursed Zhao Gongming.

At this moment, all the saints saw this scene, but they didn't care too much, and thought they recognized the foundation of Lu Jian - he was the tenth son of Emperor Jundi, the only little golden crow who escaped.

"Lu Quan, you have deceived many people, but I can't. You are Hongjun's true body, as for the one in Zixiao Palace, he is a doppelganger! Nuwa sneered.

Becoming a Dao Ancestor and merging with the Dao Flood World, although cultivation is strong, it is also a shackle. Once the desolate world is destroyed, then the Dao Ancestor will also be destroyed. At the time of merging, it was only a doppelganger merging, but the natal essence was reincarnated as the tenth son of the Golden Crow.

This kind of open plank road, dark Chen Cang, and clever means have deceived many saints.

"Hongjun, what are you thinking?"

Nuwa frowned and said, a little unable to see through Hongjun's calculations.

The war continued, the Zhuxian Sword Array was broken, and the Ten Thousand Immortal Array was fought, one big array after another, but it was useless.

This battle, the battle of the saints, caused the desolate world to be shattered again, and the heavens and the earth were severely damaged. Therefore, under the order of the Dao Ancestor, the six saints were not allowed to be born, and they were all in retreat in the cave mansion, and they were not allowed to interfere in the outside world.

The era of the saint has passed, and the era of the Emperor of Heaven has come from.

According to the number of calamities, the desolate world can be divided into the tribulation of opening the sky, the tribulation of the fierce beasts, the tribulation of the three clans, the tribulation of the Dao demons, the tribulation of the lich, the tribulation of the three emperors, the tribulation of the gods, and the tribulation of Journey to the West......

It can be divided according to the master of the times, which can be divided into the era of chaos, the era of Daozu, the era of saints, and the era of the emperor.

In the era of chaos, there is no strongest person in heaven and earth, chaos and killing.

In the era of Daozu, Daozu was the strongest, and the so-called Lich Tribulation was all under the calculation of Daozu;

With the disappearance of the Dao Ancestor and the advent of the age of the saints, the six saints dominated the world and suppressed the famine;

After the Great Tribulation of the Gods, the saint was locked up in a small black house, and the Emperor of Heaven was the master of the Three Realms. At this moment, with the restraint of the West, it is also much inferior to the Emperor of Heaven. At this moment, the Emperor of Heaven is the real Emperor of Heaven, coercing the flood and being invincible!

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Time is passing, and if there were no immeasurable calamities, everything would be so beautiful!

However, after countless eons, immeasurable calamities still came, and destruction came, irresistible and unavoidable.

The immortality of the saint is laid on the basis of the existence of the desolate world, and if the desolate world is destroyed, the sage will naturally be destroyed.

Boom Boom!

The ripples of destruction surged, and the desolate world seemed to be facing destruction like a ship in the sea that was about to sink.

The saints who had disappeared appeared one after another, standing on the periphery of the desolation, watching the chaotic tide in the distance, constantly spreading and destroying. With the tide of chaos, it seems that a vast world is about to descend.

In the near future, it will collide with the desolate world.

That world is very powerful, not inferior to the Flood World, if the two clash and the victory is half, the Flood World may not be able to win.

"Time is running out!"

Hongjun sighed, his eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness.

With a wave of his hand, a palm slapped at Sanqing, the energy of destruction, killing everything.

"Master, what are you doing here!"

"Master ......"

"Teacher ......"

Sanqing urged the spell and continued to fight, but the gap was too big and there was no way to resist it.

Hongjun slapped his palm, and Sanqing flew out.

"Why. Devour you and make my way! Hongjun said coldly: "As the saying goes, pigs should be fattened and then slaughtered." In the past, you were too thin, but now you are killing you, fulfilling me, and surviving immeasurable tribulations! ”

Hongjun slapped his palm again, and Lao Tzu urged the Taiji diagram to resist, but this innate treasure collided on Hongjun's palm and immediately split apart.

Lao Tzu vomited blood in his mouth, and sacrificed the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda of Heaven and Earth, but he resisted again.

Hongjun slapped another palm, and the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda of Heaven and Earth cracked on the spot, turning into four or five pieces, scattered all over the ground.

Syllable!

It was the third palm, Lao Tzu's body was shattered, and he was caught in the palm of his hand by Hongjun, opened his mouth and swallowed it, and disappeared with a bang.

The saints present immediately trembled with sweat and trembled, and their hearts were afraid.

Hongjun came to kill again, and Yuan Shi Tianzun couldn't resist it at all, and he was destroyed on the spot.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Tongtian urged the Zhuxian Sword Array to kill, the power was incomparable, suppressing the heavens, but Hongjun just punched, and immediately the Zhuxian Sword Array burst open, like a child's toy, it was difficult to hurt it at all.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The sky exploded, but Hongjun just waved his hand to suppress it, and everything disappeared immediately.

After devouring the Three Qings, Hongjun's cultivation was improved again, as if a qualitative change had occurred, consolidating the cultivation of the Daozu sage; He took out the twelve essence blood again, and it was the essence blood that was smelted after the fall of the twelve ancestral witches, and all of them were swallowed up by it.