Am I on the chessboard of the saints from beginning to end?

At the same time that the Pangu flag fell on him, Haotian naturally gave birth to this thought in his heart, followed by irrepressible anger.

No way!

He is an alien incarnation, inherently sacred. If it is about heels, it is even more than the saints who are also born beings. And he became a saint with his doppelganger Zhen Yuanzi, which is essentially no less than all the saints, and it can be said that the two sides are completely on the same side.

But even in this case----- he still fell to this point. This kind of cognition is the reason why Haotian can hardly suppress his emotions.

Providence?

Once upon a time, Haotian always thought that he was the so-called providence. After all, He himself is the embodiment of some kind of providence, and he has also become a saint.

But now,

He was born with the emotion of "Providence is unpredictable".

It made Him almost mad. However, the more angry He became, the faster the Dao Dharma worked, and the more calm and even cold His every move, thought, word and deed became. As the Pangu Banner fell, he cut off the slashed True Spirit with almost no hesitation.

"Humph!"

The Pangu banner flashed, and the light cluster that Haotian True Spirit turned into was directly cut off by a third, but in the face of such a heavy blow to Haotian, he was unmoved.

In the battlefield of consciousness,

With the appearance of Pangu Flag, Lu Xingzhou's army seemed to have suddenly jumped from cold weapons to hot weapons, with assault rifles and tank bombers side by side, and directly began to counterattack Haotian in an all-round way, but at this time, Haotian, who was retreating steadily, made another move.

"Never die!"

In the will of Haotian, who retreated on a large scale, a strange soldier suddenly struck, and it was actually killed again by Lu Xingzhou with unprecedented quality and speed!

And almost at the same time-----

"Boom!"

I saw Emperor Chong taking a step back in the void sea, his clothes were stained with blood, his jade face was bleak, and at the same time, the Zixiao Palace above his head gradually disappeared at this moment, and the connection between him and Emperor Chong became weaker and weaker. This change made Chonghuang sigh deeply, and his expression was full of helplessness.

"The sanctified can borrow foreign things. Even if you succeed in the moment, you still can't escape the consequences in the end. If you are subject to others, there will be a day of karma after all. ”

Zixiao Palace is the foundation of the Emperor Chong's world.

But this treasure itself is not refined by Emperor Chong, but the hard work of Haotian. Previously, it was only lent out at most, but now Haotian wants to take it back.

And once Zixiao Palace loses contact with Emperor Chong,

It is equivalent to the collapse of the foundation of the emperor's world.

There is only one ending:

into extinction.

The existence of a saint is to dance on the tip of a knife, and only by virtue of the foundation of the world can he control the net of fate, but once he loses the saint of the foundation of the world, the net of fate will become the most terrible backlash, and the saint who is high above will also fall into the dust and be crushed by the red dust.

That's why the saints will go so hard to seek transcendence, after all, they often walk by the river, and if they don't get their shoes wet, God knows when there will be accidents.

Not to mention practicing and seeking the Tao.

In addition to seeking the truth, isn't it for the sake of being able to live forever, to be at ease, and not to be bound and forced by any thing or power?

It's a pity-----

"It's a dream, after all."

Zixiao Palace disappeared completely, and Emperor Chong shook his head, immediately straightened his back, and straightened his crown, without the sadness of his own situation and hatred for the enemy in his eyes, although it was difficult to hide his regret, but it was not regret that he borrowed Zixiao Palace to become holy, and as a result, he fell to this point.

He had no regrets about his choice. And what he really regretted was that he couldn't continue on this path of seeking.

The monk stopped in front of the avenue.

How sad is it?

Life is a pity!

The voice echoed in the void sea, Chonghuang was left behind and independent, and the Xia clothes on his body began to distort, dense, and countless faces seemed to rush out of it.

And His countenance is constantly changing.

Forehead.

Labial teeth.

Eyes.

In an instant, it seemed as if countless people appeared in Him, and then disappeared and were replaced, but in the end they returned to their original appearance.

Followed by----

"Master.... I'm sorry. ”

Chonghuang ..... Our Lady of the Golden Spirit glanced back and left the last sentence. In the next second, his body collapsed, exploding in the void in an instant, but it did not make any waves, all the divine consciousness was exploring inward, and finally disappeared into the invisible, never to appear in the world again.

And the saints who witnessed this scene with their own eyes, especially Lingbao Tianzun, looked full of amazement, because they knew that this was their end.

The death of a saint.

Not detached, they are also the end! The difference is only the present, or the infinitely distant future, but there is no difference for the saints.

Detached!

In an instant, the eyes of the saints fell on Zhen Yuanzi's body, without the cover of Emperor Chong, Zhen Yuanzi had completely fallen into a desperate situation of death this time. The three Qing and the two saints worked together, which was enough to recreate the heavens, and the great power of reopening the world collapsed in the direction of Zhen Yuanzi.

But----

“.......”

Seeing that Zhen Yuanzi didn't speak, he urged the Dao method like Haotian, his eyes were cold, and without any hesitation, he slapped directly at the ginseng fruit tree.

"Boom!"

The ginseng fruit tree exploded! Zhen Yuanzi actually didn't say a word, and directly exploded his own foundation of the world! In exchange for the power of the flowers blooming instantly!

With this momentary outburst, Zhen Yuanzi once again won a moment for himself, but at the same time, he also began to fall into the red dust like Emperor Chong.

But that's not all!

He still has a chance!

"Before I completely fall into the net of fate and be wiped out like Emperor Chong, I will kill Lu Xingzhou and fuse it directly, and I will hope to reverse the situation."

Haotian's decision was cold and rational.

He has a chance to win.

It is undeniable that the chess game that was undoubtedly won has now been completely reversed, but the advantages accumulated in the early stage still give him the ability to counterattack. Zixiao Palace was enough to resist Pangu Banner, and his will was still stronger than Lu Xingzhou. With the help of Zixiao Palace, Haotian has to make a last stand!

Zixiao Palace entered the body of Lu Xingzhou, and in the battlefield of consciousness, the strange soldier that contained the most core part of Hao's true spirit will rushed straight into the Lu Xingzhou army.

"Die!"

"Kill!"

In the face of Haotian's crazy counterattack after his death, Lu Xingzhou also faced it head-on. He didn't hope to wait for the help of the saints from the outside world by stalling for time. Because he knows very well that this is a battlefield of consciousness, and the result of shaking his mind is to be ruthlessly harvested by the other side.

face the music

The brave wins!

A loud and silent sound reverberated in Lu Xingzhou's body, it was a direct collision between Hao Tian's true spirit and Lu Xingzhou's true spirit, and neither side had the slightest reservation.

Providence on high.

The providence of the convergence of human hearts.

The former is the ultimate egoist, and the latter is a symbol of all worlds. The outcome of the collision will directly determine what the future providence will look like.

And at this moment-----

"Boom!"

The last primeval saint who had not descended for a long time, Nuwa finally fell into the present world. And this short moment is enough for Lu Xingzhou and Haotian to distinguish the winner from the loser. Therefore, almost at the same time, the victory was finally decided in the battlefield of consciousness.

Who won?

I saw that Nuwamei, who had just been born, had a sparkle in her eyes, and saw Zhen Yuanzi's body collapse, and her divine will poured into Lu Xingzhou's body, so she said softly:

"Haotian won."