"You say I'm called out of Pangu?"

Jing Ming was really shocked, pointed to his nose, and looked at Dao Ancestor with an incredible face, but he didn't pay attention to Nuwa, who was yin and yang weird there.

Dao Ancestor's face turned red, you can't imagine the appearance of an old man twisting and pinching: "Ahem, the method of the old Dao to summon Pangu has just been comprehended for a long time, and it is not very mature, so it is inevitable that there will be a mistake." ”

Looking at the appearance of Dao Ancestor, Jing Ming also basically understood, what summoned Pangu said, I am afraid that it was all blown out by Dao Ancestor.

Let's just say, Pangu has fallen, where can he still be summoned!

I regret that I was still leisurely at the beginning, and I didn't have Pangu or anything at all for a long time.

Jing Ming looked puzzled, since Pangu couldn't summon it, how to solve this situation now? This is not a thousand or eight hundred, this is hundreds of millions of immortals and Buddhas!

"Do you want me to shoot this pile of miscellaneous fish to death?"

Jing Ming, unconsciously, blurted out, thinking about it, as if there was no other way than to make a move by himself.

Daozu waved his hand: "How can that!"

Coincidentally, he actually pulled out Jingming, a freak, although it was very weird, but after all, he was a mortal, and the strength he showed just now was nothing more than making Nuwa a disgraced face, so that he had the power to open the world like Pangu, and Daozu didn't believe it.

Nuwa asked about this arrogant sentence, and laughed: "You have to have that ability." Hahahaha, oops, no, I laughed too much today, and my stomach hurt a little. ”

Jing Ming glanced at Nuwa, who was smiling, but still ignored her, frowned and thought for a while, and said a shocking word to Dao Zu.

"It's not impossible to shoot them to death, but ......"

"But what?"

Jing Ming said half of the words, but the amount of information revealed by this sentence was a bit large, and it was full of surprises, Dao Ancestor heard the song and knew the elegance, and immediately asked, his heart was pounding, looking at this mortal who had given him too many surprises expectantly, could he really slaughter hundreds of millions of gods and Buddhas with one force!?

There are dates without dates, hit three poles!

Is it a Buddha, worship and then say!

Dao Ancestor, who is sick and rushes to the doctor, how should you break it?

Now, even if Jing Ming said that he would take away the Creation Jade Disc and play with it, he would not hesitate. As for whether Jing Ming can really break the dead end in front of him in one fell swoop as he said, is it important?

Daozu also needs psychological comfort!

But then again, Jing Ming has undoubtedly been determined to be the biggest variable in this divine war, and Dao Ancestor can't say exactly how much strength he has.

But, it's always okay to try.

Jingming was shocked, and all the immortals and Buddhas made a fuss, some were angry, some ridiculed, some disdainful and some roared.

In the midst of the noise, Nuwa's expression became more and more solemn, looking at this mortal coldly, with mixed feelings in her heart.

Believe it?

If a mortal can do that, then what kind of Tao can we still cultivate, what kind of Buddha can we learn!

Don't you believe me? I ......

Nuwa squirmed her lips and wanted to cry a little, but what she wanted most at this time was to turn back time and return to the scene where her group of people laughed at the old man dancing the gods.

If she could, she would never give the old man a chance to dance solo in front of him!

It's not a question of believing it or not, it's that Nuwa doesn't want to test whether Jingming has this ability at all!

Jing Ming didn't know what Nuwa was thinking, and he didn't care about that, so he took Daozu's arm and asked a question that he was very concerned about: "Daozu, you said that if a person's soul is scattered, can he be saved?"

Dao Zu was stunned when he heard this: "Why are you asking this?"

"Hey, don't mention it, you just say you can save it!"

Jing Ming looked bitter and hateful, and sighed and didn't want to answer this question.

"This ...... The soul is where the spirit of man lies, and it stands to reason that this, this soul is scattered......"

Daozu observed his words and looks, saw Jing Ming's concern, and thought that he was going to save someone, so he hesitated how to answer Jing Ming, so he spoke a little hesitantly.

Jing Ming looked disappointed: "Can't you save it?"

That kind of lost expression, Dao Ancestor I feel pity.

"It's not that you can't save it, you have to use the soul gathering banner to gather the soul, and then find a suitable body, and use the power of heaven to reverse the rules of yin and yang to save people. ”

"So troublesome?"

Jing Ming frowned, he was not afraid of heaven and earth, but he couldn't avoid the word trouble.

The clothes are lazy to stretch out their hands, the food is lazy to open their mouths, if there is no plug-in, the kind of person who can starve himself to death with a big cake hanging on his neck is Jingming!

Daozu glanced at Jing Ming, and also deepened his impression of this mortal: "Don't bother, if you're busy, Xiaoyou, Lao Dao can do it for you." ”

Jing Ming's eyes lit up when he heard this: "This is the best, Daozu will wait for a while, I will solve this group of miscellaneous fish first!"

Daozu hurriedly said: "Leave Nuwa alive!"

"Why?" Jing Ming asked curiously.

"The Soul Gathering Banner is in her hand. ”

"Oh!" Jing Ming made an OK gesture to Dao Zu.

Standing in front of the immortals and Buddhas again this time, Jing Ming showed his unprecedented arrogant side, a pair of disdainful eyes slid past everyone present one by one, and finally beckoned to them: "You guys, let's go together!"

As soon as this provocative gesture was put on, the hatred instantly stretched steadily, and the immortals and Buddhas rushed forward with a scream, and the existence of this mortal person was a kind of defilement against them!

Countless immortals and Buddhas, covering the sky and the sun, throwing whips to cut off the stream.

One by one, the shouting trumpet does not look like the last roar before dying?

Behind the Immortal Buddha, Nuwa looked at Jing Ming's unfazed face, as if she had nothing to do with this ominous place where the gods were buried.

The variable has been made!

Nuwa felt something, and her expression moved and began to retreat quietly.

She still didn't want to try.

Seeing that Nuwa wants to slip away, she immediately follows the example and prepares to smear the soles of her feet.

Although the two of them couldn't figure out the truth, Nuwa figured it out, and she could just copy it herself!

The three saints are quietly retreating, but the immortals and Buddhas are rushing forward with a sound of murder!

Jing Ming looked at these mythical immortal Buddha characters, this extremely dynamic and noisy picture could not infect his state of mind at all, he was also a very emotional person, but he had no love for this group of selfish immortal Buddhas.

Jing Ming shook his head and sighed, maybe there are mythical characters here that he once liked very much.

But you have no virtue, what kind of immortal will you become?

Pull open the plug-in, the volume is ...... 20 digits, quality ...... 20 digits, power ...... 100 digits.

It's not that Jing Ming doesn't shoot, it's just that he is too strong, and the time to shoot will be very short, so short that when he finishes playing, you find that there are not even three minutes before and after.

In the stunned eyes of the immortals and Buddhas, Jing Ming was really like the return of the great god Pangu, and in an instant he became upright to the sky, looking down on the white clouds and dogs, and overlooking all living beings.

What about immortals, what about Buddhas, I'm an otaku!

The highest place that the immortal Buddha can see when he enters the eye is only the upper of Jingming's leather shoes...... How can this battle be fought?

You guys...... Die!

In the midst of all the immortals and Buddhas crying and shouting for their mothers, Jing Ming raised his right palm high and slapped these immortals and Buddhas, who were not much bigger than bacteria, into powder......

Gods and Buddhas, destroyed.