The thunder and ink clouds over Buzhou Mountain gathered and dispersed, scattered and gathered......

Heaven and earth are silent!

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Do you know? Do you know? Forgetful?

Sacrifice or not?

Almost all the Heaven and Earth Emperor Rank were asking themselves.

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In the Pangu Palace, the eleven lords of the earth asked themselves, do they know?

To their shame, none of them could fully answer these thirty-six questions, and before she asked, God the Father was so vague in their hearts that they only thought He was great, but they didn't know how great it was, let alone the joys and sorrows of the Father.

They don't know!

Forgetful?

They didn't forget!

Sacrifice or not?

When was the last time you worshipped the Father?

They have forgotten!

And they never formally sacrificed to God the Father together!

They called themselves the sons of Pangu in vain.

There is no place to be ashamed, and death of shame!

The ten ancestral witches led by Di Jiang and the half-step ancestral witch Hou Yi retreated together, bowed down, and worshipped!

Sacrifice or not?

Sacrifice to!

"Knock ......"

With a heartbeat, a wisp of pure blood floated into the blood pool and drilled into Dijiang's heart.

Di Jiang's breath rose suddenly, Di Jiang choked, his lips trembled slightly, he buried his head in his chest, and shouted in a deep voice: "Father!"

"Knock ......"

There was another heartbeat, and a wisp of essence blood poured into Jumang's heart.

Jumang's heartbeat was even more powerful, and his eyes were red.

"Knock...... Boom...... Knock ......"

Eleven heartbeats, eleven wisps of blood.

Eleven ancestral witches (a half-step ancestral witch), including Hou Yi, all got essence blood, and eleven people worshiped together, and they couldn't afford it for a long time.

"Knock ......"

Jumped again!

The eleven people raised their heads in unison, and the bloodshot floated in front of the eleven people, fixed in the air, it seemed to be looking for the twelfth, and there was still one missing?

The ten ancestral witches suddenly couldn't control their tear ducts anymore and cried like children, twelve! They thought of the Houtu who would never come back, they thought of the sleeping candle Jiuyin, twelve!

The last wisp of essence blood was finally injected into Hou Yi's heart, maybe he was the weakest, parents would always favor children with weak physique.

Hou Yi, who had not yet digested the first wisp of essence blood, got another wisp, and the ancestral witch barrier that had been stuck was finally broken, and his great witch heart moved towards the heart of the ancestral witch!

He is no better than Zuwu, he is the son of Pangu. He is the son of Houtu, and after a generation, Zuwu has a congenital heart formed by the Pangu bloodline, and he is the acquired heart formed by the Houtu bloodline, and the innate gap is insurmountable.

Today, he has crossed this chasm and crossed a generation, he is not only the son of Houtu, but also the son of Pangu.

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Under the laurel tree, plain clothes were quiet, she quietly looked at the blood-stained woman in green clothes who asked the heavens and asked all living beings, and her eyes flashed with tears of pride, she still hasn't changed, just like in the past!

Do you know?

My sister didn't know and forgot.

Sacrifice, of course!

Luna Chief!

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On the phoenix stage, the noble woman, slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were clear, she was born to listen to the sound of heaven and earth, can make the sound of the soul, the phoenix woke up, her voice is the most beautiful sound of heaven and earth, but today she heard a superb sound, this is the most shocking piano sound, pointing to the hearts of the people.

Good one, do you know, do you know, forget, forget?

She really forgot that she also had a father, and she was incarnated by Pangu's right eyebrow.

Sacrifice or not?

Sacrifice, how can you not sacrifice?

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Under the nine shades, the toothless beauty stood up at some point, standing very restrained, she looked at the bowl of clear soup on the wooden table a little lost, and muttered endlessly: "Do you know?

She always thought that she was born and raised, but today she realized that it was not, she was his dream, a chaotic dream!

She didn't know, she didn't know!

The beauty is a little sad!

"Sacrifice? Sacrifice?"

"Sacrifice ......"

The beauty regressed, the red clothes faded, the face grew old, the black hair turned white, and she worshipped with her true face.

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Above the sea of blood, the blood-robed Taoist silently bowed, he forgot, forgot that the sea of blood was transformed by the blood of Pangu's father's navel, it shouldn't be!

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In the land of reincarnation, the lord of reincarnation in white clothes, with teary eyes, "forgetful, forgetful...... How can you forget? How can you forget?"

"Father!"

A Father, tears flowed, and then the earth worshipped!

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In the land of the human race, the gray-haired old man with the wind and dust has a confused look in his eyes, he is too forgetful, too forgetful, he forgets, forgets the most important one, he remembers the teacher, remembers the brother, remembers the disciple, but forgets the father!

The sage of the Terrans, the sages of the Terrans? He still wants to be the saints of the Terrans?

A saint has no father?

The old man dusted off the dust on his body little by little, very carefully, as if dusting off the dirt on his heart, and then he carefully arranged his robe, straightened his beard, and tied up his hair, and then, with a solemn expression, he bowed in the direction of Buzhou Mountain, knelt down, and kowtowed, he bowed step by step, bowed together, got up and bowed, and bowed again, his hands touched the ground, his forehead touched the earth, and he bowed again and again, and he meticulously worshipped according to the rites of the Son of Man.

Nine rises and nine bows, and the forehead, face, and beard are all covered with dust.

He has worshiped the master, but he has not worshiped the father, and he is the son of man in vain!

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The ancestral lineage of West Kunlun, the graceful woman of the West Queen Mother is sincere and sincere, she is the daughter of Pangu, she knows, the whole flood knows that she inherits Pangu Fuze is Xihua to the wonderful qi transformation, born and honored, punishes the punishment, sits and enjoys Kunlun, is the head of the orthodox female fairy.

She has never forgotten who gave all this, she doesn't worship Hongjun, she doesn't worship heaven and earth, she only worships Pangu!

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East Kunlun Ancestral Mountain, the Yuqing Taoist who embraced the ancestral spirit of Qiankun was silent, he often regarded himself as the authentic Pangu, but he had never worshiped Pangu, the Yuqing Taoist was ashamed and embarrassed, hesitated again and again, and mourned.

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In the Western Lingshan, there are words in the mouths of the Taoists: "The cause and effect of all beings, the cause and effect of the West, the cause and effect of the introduction, how can you forget, how can you forget?"

The Taoist is the head, and he can't afford it for a long time.

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Above the East China Sea, the quasi-Ti Daoist was speechless, the Tongtian Daoist bowed his knees, kneeling down, he didn't know, he really didn't know, he didn't know the 18,000 years, he was tired to death, he never thought to understand him, and never thought to worship him, never!

If there is no him!

Where did he come!

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He is the god of creation, the Lord of Creation, the father of all souls, she was born in the wilderness, grew up in the poor, and became enlightened in heaven and earth, without him there would be no her Nuwa, should respect him as a father and respect him as a god!

Sacrifice or not?

Sacrifice to!

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In the Zixiao Palace, Tiandao Hongjun stared indifferently, his breath was cold, and he didn't like it, Pangu actually pressed on his head again.

In an instant, the indifference in Hongjun's eyes faded, and the Taoist stood up and bowed his head.

Waving his hand and scattering the punishment of Zhou Tian, he is a Hongjun Daoist, he appeared for a very short time, and it seems that he has never appeared.

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At the top of the week, since the first question of Taichu, the black ink clouds have been pressed down, and the ink clouds are rolling, gathering and dispersing, which is gloomy.

It's just that the gathering and dispersion are probably because Shiji asks 36 questions, only asks, and no answers, which can be regarded as a sideline! In front of everyone's eyes, the way of heaven cannot be unfair!

The gloom was swept away.

The clouds break through the sunrise, the bright daylight shines, no, there is the bright moonlight, the bright starlight, the three lights are intertwined, the sun, the moon, the stars, the three lights shine together.

In the brilliance, the divine aura is lightened, and a little divine light escapes.

Under the divine ring of actinization and escape, the phantom shadow of the ancient Bodhi tree did not move at all, and there was no intention of dispersing or going back.

Under the Bodhi tree, Shi Ji's breath was weak and his face was pale, and when the last note fell, the last spell came out, and the stone needle that replenished blood was shocked out by the Yuan Shen and cut off the blood transfusion.

'He' also went back, walking very quietly, but very satisfied, 'he' has no regrets!

'He' is actually a little reluctant to give up this weak creature, oh, by the way, her name is Shi Ji, this is probably 'his' first friend, yes, friend, 'he' likes her name very much, and it should be the last. 2k reading web