"It's ......"

In Futu Mountain, the Lu Jian Dao people who were cultivating suddenly felt a burst of distress, just like the departure of their loved ones, which made his Dao heart, which had already been tempered and extremely hard, fluctuate.

Sadness suddenly appeared, and he couldn't help but cry.

"What's wrong, what's going on, why am I so sad all of a sudden?!"

Lu Zhudao people are puzzled, all his relatives in this world have died, the nine brothers have been scattered by Hou Yi's soul, and his parents and uncles have also died by self-explosion, even if it is the current Nuwa saint, although he has sheltered him for a while, it will never make him have the urge to cry.

"Yes, uncle! It must be uncle! ”

In an instant, Lu Zhudao people came to their senses, the movement he noticed some time ago must be the Eastern Emperor Taiyi and not the Chaos Bell, and this whim at the moment must represent the complete fall of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi!

Cultivators are free from illness and disaster, and once there is a whim, they must have a sense in the dark!

After thinking about this clearly, Lu Zhudao suddenly cried loudly, he cried because he was left alone in the world, he cried because he didn't find out in time, and he cried because he couldn't save Donghuang Taiyi!

"Uncle, you wait, no matter who kills you, I must make him pay! Uncle ......"

While crying, he wailed at the same time, and at the same time the incomparably painful pain in his heart, there was a violent hatred tumbling!

Back then, he was lowly in Taoism, watching his brothers fall under Hou Yi's arrows but could not do anything, but now, he has long been a quasi-saint existence, and there are few people under the saint who can help him, and the idea of revenge almost drowns him!

However, this kind of situation of being obscured by sadness only existed for a few moments, and Lu Zhudao people quickly regained their senses.

He turned into a rainbow light while crying, and went straight to the Wa Palace, the last time Nuwa Niangniang specially told him that he would come to report if he had any more movements.

Taiyi is not only his uncle, but also the Demon Emperor, who is involved in the Eastern Emperor Bell, this treasure must not fall into the hands of others!

Nuwa Niangniang is pruning a potted plant.

Those pots of flowers grow very well, full of vitality, purple and red, and compete with each other, which is pleasing to the eye.

However, this interest, when I felt the red gold rainbow light coming towards the Wa Palace, disappeared without a trace.

"Nuwa Niangniang, please call the shots for my uncle!"

When Lu Zhudao came in, there were still tears in his eyes, and his face could not hide his sadness.

"Your uncle, didn't he die early?"

Nuwa Niangniang was puzzled, she had told Lu Jian about it last time, why did she bring it up again?

The scene of Taiyi's soul scattering, not only her, all the saints saw it, otherwise, many saints would have taken action and wiped it out back then.

The rise of the human race, the decline of the lich is a certainty, the saint will not allow the demon emperor to live, just like the ancestral witch, even if she is a demon saint, there is nothing to be done.

"I don't know, it's just that the disciple Fang Cai is on a whim, and he can't hide his sadness, as if he has lost some blood relatives, plus the aura of his uncle that he noticed before, so he is sure that his uncle must have died!" Lu Zhudao honestly told the matter.

At the moment, he has no clue about investigating Taiyi, so he can only hope for the Nuwa Sage.

"On a whim, impossible?"

Nuwa Niangniang was taken aback, she knew better than anyone that there was only such a thing left in the Jinwu clan, how could Lu Pressure be on a whim?

Could it be the one from the Taiyin Star......

With this guess, she fixed her eyes on the Taiyin Star, but saw that the Taiyin Star Monarch happened to be sitting in the palace, and Hugh said that he was dead, and he didn't even hurt a trace of fur.

Could it be that he really looked away at the beginning, Taiyi deceived everyone, and he is still alive?

"I know...... Well?! ”

As soon as Nuwa was about to speak, Dai raised her eyebrows and looked at the realm of Wuzhuang Guan, where a quasi-holy aura that had just transformed rushed into the sky, and endless spiritual energy frantically gathered.

Above the Great Luo Golden Immortals, they are all regarded as the top powerhouses of the Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms, and their Tribulation Saints will naturally take a look.

And the quasi-saint, there are a number of existences under the saint, although there is no catastrophe because of jumping out of the long river of fate, but the momentum of the breakthrough is not hidden from the saint in this desolate continent unless there is a saint to cover it.

Just when Nuwa Niangniang thought that it was the disciple of the Da Luo level of Wuzhuang Guan who had entered the quasi-saint, she saw the appearance of the person who broke through clearly, felt the breath, and immediately changed her face.

"Rahu! He's back! ”

Lu Zhudao looked at Nuwa Niangniang's panicked appearance, and couldn't help but be shocked, he had never seen Nuwa like this, even when the gods were in war.

Rahu? Didn't Rahu die early? What happened?

He fixed his eyes on the place where the quasi-holy aura came from, and at a glance, he saw Mo Li, and saw the blazing Purple Pole Sun True Fire on his body.

"How is it possible, how can he master the supernatural powers of his father and uncle!"

Lu Jian also lost his temper, he couldn't recognize Luo Hu, after all, he was born late, but he was very familiar with the purple pole sun true fire!

It was a supernatural power that only Dijun and Taiyi had, even if it was him and the other nine brothers, they could only use the Sun True Fire, and they could not cultivate into this great supernatural power!

"Rahu! Senior Brother Taishang, what are you thinking? ”

Nuwa muttered to herself, glanced at the direction of Tushi Palace, and then in her beautiful eyes, the killing intent flashed, and she raised her hand and pointed in the direction of Wuzhuang Temple.

She already knew about the Black Lotus of the World, after all, how could the Great War between Taishang Laojun and the Twin Saints of Buddhism be hidden from other saints?

However, knowing is knowing, Nuwa thought that Lao Jun had already made plans, so she didn't bother to take care of it.

But now, this Demon Ancestor has actually returned with the help of the body of a disciple of Tushi Palace, how can you let her stand by?!

It must be known that this Demon Ancestor Rahu created the Demon Race at the beginning, secretly manipulated the battle between the dragon, phoenix and unicorn clans, and used this to cultivate demon skills, intending to transcend the entire Flood Desolate Continent and surpass the Heavenly Dao, and did not hesitate to slaughter all the creatures of the Flood Desolation Clan!

That great war had killed countless great supernatural powers, and also destroyed countless races, if it weren't for Dao Ancestor Hongjun, this desolate world would have turned into a demon domain long ago!

These are all what Nuwa has seen with her own eyes, and now that this Demon Ancestor is about to return, how can she sit idly by?!

Naturally, the first to kill is the fastest!

In the Wuzhuang view, Luo Hu, who suddenly burst out of momentum, looked at Zhen Yuanzi and said: "Nian is that you have found the origin of the Bodhi tree for me, leave quickly, otherwise you won't be able to leave immediately." ”

"Yes."

Zhen Yuanzi was flustered, full of fear, and didn't care that the other party's Taoism was lower than his own, and when he heard that he was leaving, he didn't hesitate at all, turned around and left Wuzhuang Temple.

And as soon as his front foot shuttled through the space and left, his back foot felt an awe-inspiring holy power envelop the Wuzhuang View Realm, freezing all the space!

Then, I heard Rahu laugh wildly: "Hahahahaha...... Ladies and gentlemen, this seat is back! ”

That laughter was full of frivolity and wantonness, as if he looked at the saints of the Flood Desolate Continent as nothing, it was really frivolous!

Zhen Yuanzi was horrified in his heart, this Rahu returned so openly, could he already have the means to deal with all the saints?!

How did the Supreme Sage plan it?!

He didn't know, but he soon knew.

He saw a finger falling, slender as jade, blooming with a dazzling brilliance, but with a supreme majesty that overwhelmed ten thousand ways, he pointed straight to Wuzhuang Guan!

This is a woman's finger.

The Nuwa Sage, who hasn't shot since the Lich War, took the lead!

Zhenyuan Daxian gasped, and couldn't help but feel a little lucky in his heart, fortunately he ran in time, otherwise, he would be within the attack range of this saint's finger!

Just looking at it, that sage majesty made him feel a sense of powerlessness and fear in his heart, let alone deal with it head-on.

Bang!

With a single finger, the countless formation prohibitions of the entire Wanshou Mountain shattered without any resistance, and in front of the rolling holy power, even the innate spiritual root of the ginseng fruit tree exploded into countless fragments.

Wanshou Mountain has a radius of 100,000 miles, and it instantly turns into a spatial black hole, and all the living creatures, earth and stones, all of which are annihilated in front of that immeasurable divine power, even if it is a void turbulence, it can't set off half a wave!

In the face of this terrifying holy might, no god or demon could survive, except for saints.

Rahu was not a saint.

At the time of his fall, there was no saint to say, not to mention that he was not in his heyday now, and with the help of Mo Li's power, he was just a quasi-saint.

But Zhen Yuanzi didn't think that Rahu would die, if he didn't have fear, how could Rahu dare to provoke all the saints so rampantly?!

His attention was all on the battlefield, and he didn't care about the destruction of the ginseng fruit tree or even his own dojo.

The dojo can be rebuilt if it is destroyed, as for the innate spiritual root, it has long been integrated with the book of the earth, and the power of the origin is all in the book of the earth.

He guessed right, of course Rahu didn't die.

The saint is majestic and freezes the space, even the existence of the quasi-saint peak is helpless, so he can only stand in place and wait for death, but he is Rahu, the existence that once stood in the highest place of the flood wilderness, how could he do something to kill himself?

Don't forget, Mo Li refined the Chaos Bell, and the Chaos Clock, when the Lich War was in the beginning, was able to break free from the shackles of the saint, and in the shuttle space, there is no existence that can surpass this treasure!

With this treasure to protect his body, how can Nuwa's finger hurt him?

"Not dead!"

Nuwa's phoenix eyes bloomed with a terrifying light, and the cold and evil aura made Lu Quan's body cold, and he had never seen Nuwa so out of shape.

"Mother's ......"

As soon as he was about to speak, Nuwa had already interrupted in a cold voice: "Shut up, the Chaos Bell has been found, and when the palace takes care of this house, I will talk to you later!" ”

The fluctuations of the Chaos Bell can't hide Nuwa, and the breath of Rahu has been locked by her, although she knows the other party's murderous name, but the quasi-saint Taoism makes her heart more and more murderous, if she is not defeated by her, what kind of escape, today will not be able to let go of this guy!

She knew that besides her, all the saints were also staring at this Rahu!

Lu Zhudao was reprimanded by such cold words, he didn't dare to speak for a long time, and thousands of thoughts rolled in his heart, which was nothing more than the thoughts of finding the Chaos Bell and cutting the enemy who killed the Eastern Emperor Taiyi with a thousand knives.

Just when he was imagining, Nuwa, who was silent for several breaths and kept searching for the flood wilderness, suddenly shouted: "I found you, where to escape!" ”

Rumble!

A bright red hydrangea fell straight from the Wa Palace like a great sun, and smashed into the netherworld blood sea with immeasurable divine power.

"Huh?"

The Styx Ancestor was shocked by Nuwa's move, and was watching the play seriously, but when he turned his head, Nuwa actually smashed the red hydrangea directly into the Netherworld Blood Sea, and he was suddenly stupid!

What's the situation?!

But he didn't have time to think at all, his mana surged wildly, and he rolled it up in the Shura Great World, and then threw it out towards the outside of the Flood Desolate Continent!

But the space has not been torn apart, Nuwa's holy power has already shrouded the Netherworld Blood Sea, the space has been frozen again, and that red hydrangea has completely locked a certain breath!

It's too late to escape!

At this time, the Styx Ancestor also saw clearly the figure locked by the red hydrangea, as if it was his familiar face, Mo Li, who had only been banned and fled not long ago!

This guy, is it Rahu?!

Bang!

Before the thought of surprise passed, the red hydrangea had already fallen into the sea of blood, like a great sun exploding in the sea of netherworld blood, and the terrifying divine power carried endless destructive power, and everywhere it passed, everything was annihilated into nothingness.

In the sea of blood, the tide rolled, and countless demons and monsters died tragically under this blow, and even the Shura world opened up by the Styx Ancestor himself did not have any resistance at all, and under the angry blow of the saint, it shattered violently, and the Asura people in it disappeared unconsciously.

Even the Styx Ancestor himself, he was one with the Netherworld Blood Sea Origin, and he couldn't escape at all, and his body was blown apart on the spot by Nuwa's angry blow!

The sea of blood was completely detonated, and the monstrous blood waves washed wantonly, even shaking into the underworld, making the eighteen layers of hell shake for a while.

It took a long time for the sea of blood to slowly subside.

It's just that compared to the gloomy filth in the past, the sea of blood now seems to have been purified, and there is a little divine aura in the flowing blood, but there is not a single demon and monster left.

What are the consequences of the purification of this netherworld blood sea?

When the Styx Ancestor reappeared, his momentum was sluggish, as if he had been survived by a mortal for ten days and ten nights without rest, and he was extremely weak, not to mention the quasi-saint, even the momentum of a Da Luo was much stronger than him.

He looked at the sea of blood with an ugly face, just under the Sage Nuwa, it would take at least a million years for the entire Netherworld Blood Sea to recover.

So, Mo Li, that kid is not dead?!

At such a great price, even the Asura Clan and the Asura Realm that he had worked so hard to establish were destroyed, and he didn't dare to resent Nuwa, so he could only remember his hatred on Mo Li, wanting to find Mo Li's remaining relics.

Not to mention, the Chaos Bell will never be destroyed by the saints.

"Are you looking for me?"

Just as the Styx Ancestor was looking at him, Mo Li's voice suddenly came from his ears.

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