Kunlun Mountain, in the Sanqing Palace, the three clear qi flashed, and then manifested the figure of Sanqing.

Yuan Shi had a touch of shock on his face, and a sense of disbelief, and in the depths of his eyes, there was even a trace of unwillingness.

"Unexpectedly, among the seven of us, Hongyun Lao'er had a shallow fortune, was chased and killed by that Kunpeng, and his body died, and among the six of me, it turned out to be the first sermon of Senior Sister Nuwa."

The beginning of the Yuan from the Pangu Yuan God incarnated, for the orthodoxy of Xuanmen, Xuanmen authentic.

At this time, seeing Nuwa's first sermon, it seemed that the status of the big brother had been shaken, and her heart was inexplicably uncomfortable.

Tongtian's face was only shocked, "This is the breath of the Great Dao of Creation, Senior Sister Nuwa's attainments in mediating and creating are very attained, but I didn't expect that in the end, she actually relied on the Great Dao of Creation to take the lead in preaching and becoming holy in front of us." ”

He has always done nothing, is as good as water, and does not take anything to heart.

At this time, in front of the Supreme Sage Dao, the Dao Heart, which had been silent for hundreds of millions of years, also set off ripples.

"Senior Sister Nuwa preached, in the future, I am afraid that the world will change again."

Soon, Sanqing's eyes couldn't help but look at the west.

Nuwa took the lead in preaching, and she had already made Sanqing's face dull.

If only those two guys in the West would be the first to preach in front of them.

Then where will he put the name of Pangu authenticity of Kunlun Sanqing?

The western land, on Mount Meru, next to the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

There were two Taoists sitting cross-legged, one with a yellow face and a thin body, and the other with a miserable face.

It is the strongest person in the West, the quasi-Taoist and the Taoist who leads the Tao.

The two brothers are known for fighting the autumn wind, and they are famous in the desolate land with a sentence that Taoist friends and my western fate are famous.

At this time, the two brothers were not practicing.

Instead, he looked at the direction of Fengqi Mountain with a dull face, and it took a long time before he came back to his senses.

Jieyin's face was like a bitter melon, covering his chest, with an extremely sad look.

"Senior brother, Senior Sister Nuwa has already realized her holy path, and the Tao is about to be enlightened, when will I be able to become holy like Senior Sister Nuwa?"

The introduction already had a bitter face, and after listening to Zhun Ti's words, it was even more bitter.

sighed, and like Zhun Ti, his face turned like a bitter melon.

"The holy path is difficult, it is difficult to go to the blue sky, we have already comprehended the Hongmeng purple qi for countless thousands of years, but we still have nothing. If this continues, when will the West prosper? ”

Countless thousands of years ago, after the Longhan Tribulation, there was a dispute between Dao and Demon.

Daozu Hongjun united with the great god of raising eyebrows, the great god of yin and yang, and the great god of Qiankun, and fought with the demon ancestor Rahu on Mount Meru in the west.

In that battle, the earth-shattering weeping ghosts and gods spread all over the world, directly shattering the Western spiritual veins.

The spiritual veins were shattered, and since then, the West is no longer loved by heaven and earth.

Compared with the eastern, southern, and northern regions, the innate aura has weakened I don't know how much.

In the end, after the battle of Mount Meru, the demonic energy spread to the western spiritual veins.

The innate aura turned into demonic qi, and in this way, many powerful demonic cultivators were born.

It is very difficult to gallop and rage in the western land.

In addition to being barren, the land of the West is also very dangerous.

Therefore, the rest of the three outstanding people were never willing to go to the West to practice and seek the Tao.

At that time, Zhun Ti had already made a supreme ambition.

It is imperative to revitalize the West into a place that is not weaker than the East, the South, and the North.

No, even beyond the east, south, and north.

It has become a holy place of cultivation that countless monks in the flood wilderness yearn for.

But countless thousands of years have passed, and there is still no trace of improvement in the West.

With a long sigh, he let out a voice to comfort Zhun Ti.

"Senior brother doesn't have to be too sad, we can't understand the Holy Dao, Kunlun Sanqing may not have any understanding on the Holy Dao, we are from scattered cultivation, and we are not in a hurry, and Kunlun Sanqing, relying on Pangu Authenticity, should be anxious."

When Zhun Ti heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the bitter gourd color on his face suddenly decreased by half.

"Yes, there are still three clears for us to be at the bottom, don't panic, don't panic."

Thirty-three days, Da Luotian, in the Demon Emperor Palace, Demon Emperor Jun looked at the sage breath coming from Fengqi Mountain, and his face froze.

There was an instant look of great surprise on his face.

"This breath, Nuwa is about to become holy?"

No wonder Di Jun was so surprised, the lich war gradually became white-hot.

But the most troublesome thing is that the strength of the demon clan and the witch clan has always been between the best.

Once the war starts, Di Jun is not sure of victory.

But now, all of a sudden, it is different, Nuwa is about to preach, and his demon clan is about to have one more saint.

What does this mean?

It represents that his demon clan will immediately form an advantage over the witch clan.

The Eastern Emperor Taiyi beside Emperor Jun frowned, as if he had thought of something.

After a while, Donghuang Taiyi spoke slowly and said solemnly.

"Brother, Nuwa testified, it may not be a good thing for the Wuwu clan."

"What do you mean?"

"Have you forgotten Nuwa's identity in my demon clan before?"

"It's the Lord of the Demon Cult!"

Donghuang Taiyi said these five words with a solemn face.

"Besides, she still has a demon flag in her hand, and the demon flag comes out, and all demons should follow, in case Nuwa preaches the Tao, she wants to be the leader of the demon clan again, and she will be called the Demon Emperor, when the time comes, where should we put it?"

Donghuang Taiyi's words made Dijun couldn't help but be silent, and his younger brother was actually thinking about it reasonably.

Di Jun pondered for a while and then said, "Nuwa has always been tranquil, has no quarrel with the world, and is dedicated to pursuing the Great Dao, so she may not be interested in the position of the Lord of the Demon Sect. ”

"Yes, brother." This time, Donghuang Taiyi didn't refute Di Jun's thoughts.

In the center of the flood wilderness, in the depths of the Tianzhu Buzhou Mountain, in the Pangu Hall of the Wu Clan.

Countless huge phantoms that reached through the heavens and the earth stood in the Pangu Palace, exuding a ferocious aura like an eternal wilderness.

The terrifying aura made this space unbearable, and there were countless ripples.

"Damn, the first saint of the Flood Wilderness will be Nuwa, the leader of the Demon Sect in the past!"

This was a fiery voice, the sound sounded, like Huang Zhong Dalu, which made people's eardrums vibrate, almost torn, and a terrifying scorching breath came to the face.

"There is a great relationship between Nuwa and the demon clan, and there is a big cause and effect, if you help the demon clan deal with our witch clan, what should I do?"

"Humph!"

This cold snort was another fiery voice.

"Our Wu clan, the Twelve Heavenly Gods Great Array is becoming more and more complete, even if it is a saint, it may not be without the strength to fight!"

At this moment, among the twelve figures that reached through the sky and the earth, one of the faces slowly became clear.

He is like a yellow sac, red as a fire, six-legged and four-winged, Hun Dun has no face, he is the head of the ancestral witch, the ancestor of space speed, and the emperor of the river.

He said in a deep voice, "Nuwa testifies that she will not necessarily help the demon clan. ”

"Houtu, Xuanming."

"Brother."

Two loud voices rang out as well.

"The two of you have a good relationship with Nuwa, and the relationship is not bad, go to Fengqi Mountain quickly and see what Nuwa thinks."

"Yes, brother."

In the Buzhou Mountain, on the two huge figures, a burst of Xuanguang flickered, turned into two and rushed towards the direction of Fengqi Mountain.

Fengqi Mountain, Nuwa looked at the innate human race all over the mountains, the innate Dao body, and her eyes showed satisfaction.

She flew up, and soon reached mid-air, and said loudly, "My Nuwa, today I have realized the Great Dao of my body, and I will create the Great Dao of Creation and the Human Race. ”

"My Nuwa, sanctify today!"

Nuwa's voice fell, the sky fell, the ground swelled with golden lotus, and the purple qi came from the east for countless thousands of miles, forming a purple avenue of light in mid-air.

A sage essence that was even greater than before swept through the nine heavens and ten earths, and the four seas and eight wildernesses.

In everyone's hearts, there is a huge pressure on them, so that people can't help but bow and worship.

The next moment, the Purple Light Avenue dispersed, and the Heavenly Dao merits gathered in mid-air.

A large cloud of merit was formed, incomparably thick, shining with golden light, like a golden ocean.

The next moment, ninety percent of the luck merit fell into Nuwa's body.

The remaining success was submerged in Zhao Gongming's body.

The merit entered the body, and in an instant, it fused with the Hongmeng purple qi in Nuwa's body.

For a time, a real saint's breath, like a mountain torrent and tsunami, swept every inch of the desolate land.

The four poles of heaven and earth are all shrouded in the incomparably vast holy power of Nuwa!

The saint, the supreme, the heavens are revered, and they are extremely awe-inspiring.

At that time, Hongjun had just become a saint, and the first time Zixiao Palace preached, there were 3,000 visitors.

It can be seen that in the hearts of the desolate creatures, they are in awe of the saints.

(End of chapter)