"Killing, where do you come from?"

The turtle frowned, and a glint flashed in his mung bean-sized eyes.

Zhao Gongming pointed to the center of the flood wilderness, not Zhou Mountain Tianzhu, and said.

"If the Heavenly Pillar of Zhou Mountain collapses, is it the immeasurable killing and robbery of Xuangui Daoyou?"

Xuan Turtle glanced at the top of Buzhou Mountain lightly, and his face showed a faint sense of pride, "It's just a matter of heaven and water, how can I withstand it?" ”

It's not the Xuanshui Turtle Bragging, not to mention these Heavenly Fire, Tianshui, even the Chaos Bell of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi is at full strength, and it may not be able to damage his Xuanshui Turtle Shell.

Zhao Gongming saw that Xuan Gui still didn't understand, so he simply said it directly.

"Buzhou Mountain, but the spine of the Pangu god was incarnated, supporting heaven and earth, so that the clear air and turbidity are separated, now the Buzhou Mountain has collapsed, there is no support between heaven and earth, turbidity, clear air and each other have a gravitational force, if no one obstructs it, I am afraid that heaven and earth will return to chaos."

"What about returning to chaos, I have nothing to fear, old turtle."

In Xuan Gui's eyes, there is no difference between chaos and desolation to him.

Chaotic airflow?

Chaos Storm?

Let's break his Xuanshui turtle shell first!

"The return of the desolate to chaos is no threat to the Xuangui Daoists, but what about the saints?"

Zhao Gongming's words, like Huang Zhong Da Lu, rang in Xuan Gui's ears, and he froze, "What do you mean?" ”

Zhao Gongming explained, "The reason why all the saints are saints is that the primordial gods are placed on the Heavenly Dao, and they can borrow the power of the Heavenly Dao at all times.

But once the flood is gone, chaos will be repeated, and the saints will naturally lose their status as saints, do you think the saints will sit idly by? ”

"So what to do?"

The turtle looked at his huge body, and his heart was unexpectedly worried.

"The only one who can replace the Flood Desolation Heavenly Pillar and re-support the heavens and the earth is you, when the time comes, will the saint behead you, take your limbs, and support the heavens and the earth?"

Zhao Gongming threw Xuan Gui a frightened look.

The turtle couldn't help but shudder, setting off hundreds of millions of monstrous waves.

His Xuanshui turtle shell is extremely strong, but he is no match for a saint.

Under the saint, he is not afraid, but if the saint makes a move, he can beat him in minutes.

Suddenly, Xuan Gui thought of something and said calmly, "I have accumulated countless merits for hundreds of millions of years, and the saints dare not kill me. ”

"In the general situation, the saint really doesn't dare to kill you, but in the matter of supporting the sky, it's hard to say, even if you behead the Taoist friends and have the support of the Heavenly Dao, do you think the saint will fall off the holy throne?"

The turtle suddenly fell silent, and thoughts flashed in his eyes the size of a mung bean.

After thinking for a long time, the turtle only felt a pain in his skull and asked.

"Then what did you mean by saying just now, come and save my life and prevent me from falling into murder."

Zhao Gongming smiled lightly and took out the Chaos Spirit Root, the World Tree Seed, that he had obtained back then.

After countless thousands of years, the Chaos Spirit Root has changed from the size of a grinding disc when it was first obtained to a large wooden pier with a radius of more than ten meters.

It was still pitch black, and when it was struck, there was a sound of metal colliding, like a piece of pig iron egg.

"What a rich aura of spiritual rhyme, this is the Chaos Spiritual Root!!"

The turtle's eyes widened, staring at the World Tree Seed in disbelief.

"Where did you get this thing, you know, it's a treasure."

Zhao Gongming said with a smile, "Of course I know that this is the Supreme Treasure, this is the Chaos Spirit Root, the World Tree Seed. ”

"The World Tree, as the name suggests, has the role of supporting the world, of course, this World Tree seed is not yet mature and cannot support the world."

Xuangui Daoist face suddenly showed loss, only to see Zhao Gongming said again, "Xuangui Daoist don't worry, this treasure feeds on merit, merit is the biggest catalyst, as long as Xuangui Daoist injects merit into the World Tree and uses the World Tree to support heaven and earth, this killing can naturally be avoided." ”

The turtle asked in a deep voice, "How can I trust you?" ”

Zhao Gongming waved his hand, "The Heavenly Pillar has collapsed, if Daoist friends don't believe it, I naturally can't do anything." ”

Xuangui exhaled a breath of turbidity, "Okay, you are a disciple of Tongtian, I believe you, it's just a merit thing, there is no way to convert the transaction."

So Zhao Gongming took out the treasure money and said with a smile, "This treasure has the ability to trade merits." ”

"Okay."

Behind the turtle, I don't know when, a large auspicious cloud of merit rose, golden, shining, and extraordinary.

The entire gray north underworld is brightly illuminated.

The stout golden pillar of merit slowly poured into the treasure money, and then the treasure money was used as a medium, and then the merit was transformed into the world tree.

In terms of merit for the World Tree, it is no less than the rain and the dry seedling.

The World Tree is constantly widening, and at some point, a trace of fresh green shoots has been drawn out at the top.

The turquoise was shining with crystals, and what was swallowed was not the innate aura, but the chaotic aura.

Buzhou Mountain, the water of the Tianhe River is accumulating more and more, and the infinite power of the world is pressing towards the Six Saints, and the pressure on the Six Saints is also increasing.

Finally, the weakest saint Zhun Ti couldn't stand it, and a strong force attacked, and the Seven Wonderful Treasure Tree in his hand came out of his hand and flew into the air.

Zhun Ti's face turned pale violently, and he was about to spit out a mouthful of old blood, but he was forced to press down, and he still had to face it.

"Senior Brother Taiqing, the pressure of the water of the Tianhe River is getting bigger and bigger, and if it continues like this, once it erupts, it will be a greater disaster for the flood."

Taiqing controlled the Taiji Diagram, and the black and white rays of light were as stable as ever, "I have informed the teacher that we must hold on and not allow the water of the Tianhe River to wreak havoc." ”

A quarter of an hour later, the sky was falling, the ground was surging with golden lotus, and a mysterious sound resounded through the heavens and the earth.

"Lying high on the nine clouds, the futon is true!"

"Outside the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, I should be in charge of the Sect!"

"Pangu Sheng Taiji, two instruments and four elephants!"

"One pass on three friends, and two teachings explain and divide!"

"The leader of the Xuanmen Capital, a cloud of Hongjun!"

The voice like Huang Zhong Da Lu resounded in his ears, and there was already an old man with crane hair and a childish face in the nine heavens, it was Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

The old man glanced at the Heavenly Grotto, swept the dust in his hand slightly, and a white light instantly fell on it.

Liusheng suddenly felt that the pressure was greatly reduced, and he hurriedly turned to Hongjun and saluted, "Meet the teacher." ”

"I already know everything about this matter, the witch clan and the demon clan have been fighting for hundreds of millions of years for the position of the protagonist of heaven and earth, and they are riddled with infinite karma, and it is not unjust to end up like this, the top priority is to make up the heavenly cave and avoid the water of the heavenly river from flowing into the world."

"Dare to ask the teacher, what should we do."

Hongjun groaned and said, "The five-colored stone can make up the sky, but it must be refined. ”

Nuwa immediately stepped out, "This matter can be handed over to the disciple." ”

Hongjun continued to calculate, "Although the sky has been mended, the heavenly pillar that connects the heavens and the earth cannot be missing, the Northern Stygian Turtle, the limbs can support the sky, go and behead him." ”

"Turtle?"

The saints were stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look at each other, and finally stood up to the sky.

"Teacher, Xuangui has cultivated for hundreds of millions of years, so please take pity on the teacher and spare him a way out."

Hongjun sighed, "It's not that I don't give him a way to live, but there is a huge flood, and no one can take on the responsibility of supporting the sky except for the Xuan Turtle." ”

(End of chapter)