Thirty-three days away.

Endless starry sky.

Two rumbling sounds, at this time, gradually subsided.

It's silent, but it's intentional.

That being the case, the matter was settled. ’

'I help you to erase the mark of Rahu, and you must not interfere with my right against God.' ’

Hongjun's silent voice echoed in this endless starry sky.

However, to outsiders, it sounds like a very ordinary rumbling sound.

And the 'power of disobedience' in Hongjun's words.

It is his control over God's rebellion.

In fact, because of the particularity of the divine rebellion, Hongjun's degree of control over the divine rebellion is very low.

The reason is also very simple.

The first is because of the strength of the god rebellion itself, the god rebellion in the early era had the power to fight the heavens, and the heavenly dao at that time was stronger than now, which means that the god rebel has the power to fight with Hongjun.

The second is the intervention of the Heavenly Dao.

As the saying goes, it's not a big deal to watch the excitement, if Hongjun and Shen Rebellion just get up, no matter whether there is any interest or not, the way of heaven has to be mixed up.

Therefore, at this moment, Hongjun's exchange condition for the Heavenly Dao is to let the Heavenly Dao promise not to interfere with his control of the divine rebellion, so that Hongjun has absolute certainty to control the divine rebellion in his own hands.

After all, the gods of the present day are rebellious.

Just resurrected.

And...!

Even if the god rebels have the power of the battle heaven in the primordial era, it is impossible for Hongjun to be the opponent, and for Hongjun, it is a little troublesome at most.

Unless, the god rebel can completely unify the power of the three thousand demon gods mixed in his body.

But it takes an opportunity.

An opportunity that is hard to find.

——————

Meanwhile.

Flood famine, the southeast frontier land.

There is a barren mountain and waste rocks, and there is no one in Liao.

At first glance, only two words come to mind: desolation.

Here, there is a grotto.

The sky is dark and dark.

There is a huge gate a hundred feet high, and in front of this door, there is a handsome young man in a purple and white suit, standing with his hands in his hands.

"Cloud marks. ”

It was at this time.

On the left and right of the young man, two figures appeared.

Qinglong Xiu, Vermilion Bird Yifeng.

And this young man is the white tiger cloud mark.

"Two brothers, it's really slow. ”

Yun Scar laughed, like a hippie smile, not at all as old and deep as the four spirits of the open sky.

"You kid, I haven't seen you for so many years, and you still look like this. ”

Seeing that the cloud marks were like this, Qinglong Xiu shook his head with a wry smile.

And at this time, the hundred-zhang giant gate in front of him had a Xuanhuang light appearing, and this Xuanhuang light instantly enveloped the Qinglong Xiu, Vermilion Bird Yifeng, and White Tiger Cloud Traces.

It was only a breath or two, when the yellow light dissipated.

The figures of these three also completely disappeared in place.

In front of the boulder gate, it was empty.

The wind, blowing.

Kick up a little dust on the ground.

Basalt Caves.

There are huge grottoes of millions of zhang in the open space, and the stone walls are carved with various mysterious patterns.

In the center of the grotto, there is a magic circle that exudes a dark streamer, and this magic circle has one bright star after another, giving people a very mysterious meaning.

The streamer is flowing rapidly, crisscrossing and crisscrossing.

It's like, I'm calculating something.

In the center of this Xuanguang Circle was an old man with yellow hair, his hair tied in knots one after another, and his long eyebrows hanging down from his shoulders.

As he closed his eyes and crossed his knees, his body was surrounded by countless streamers, and these surrounding streamers were submerged into the star positions in this formation.

Echoing each other.

And before this formation.

At this moment, a Xuanhuang light fell, and after the light dissipated, the figures of the three heaven-opening spirits, such as Qinglong Xiu, Vermilion Bird Yifeng, and White Tiger Cloud Trace, appeared.

After the three Heaven Opening Spirits appeared, they all maintained a unified silence with great tacit understanding, without disturbing them in the slightest.

They all knew that this Xuanwu in the formation was planning the past and the present at this time.

Enough, a cup of tea.

At the time of a cup of tea, there was not a single sound in the entire grotto.

It wasn't until after a tea time had passed that the overflowing streamer of this dark color formation began to gradually subside.

In the center of the formation, Xuanwuzai also slowly opened his eyes.

In his eyes, he was dignified.

"There are three virtuous brothers, who have come from afar. ”

Xuanwu's voice, revealing a sense of ancient mystery, echoed in this huge grotto.

"Brother Tibet, how did it turn out. ”

Qinglong Xiu saw the solemnity in Xuanwuzang's eyes, and his brows furrowed, he could faintly guess what Xuanwuzang was planning.

At the same time, there are doubts.

The White Tiger Cloud Trace and the Vermilion Bird Yifeng, including the Qinglong Cultivator, only got the urgent news from Xuanwusheng, but what exactly happened.

In this news, Xuanmushi did not reveal a single thing.

Xuanwu raised his eyes and looked at his three brothers.

This was the first time since the opening of the sky that he saw the green dragon, the white tiger, and the vermilion bird at the same time, standing side by side.

The past scenes of the past are curtain, and I can't stop my heart from flooding.

The Four Spirits of the Open Heaven followed the Pangu God, fought against the three thousand demon gods in the chaos, opened the heavens and the earth, and created the great world of the wilderness.

It's a pity that these have become a thing of the past and only exist in memory.

But.

Pangu is gone.

But their mission to open the four spirits continued.

No matter what happens in the flood famine, no matter the dispute between the Heavenly Dao and the Hongjun, these are actually not in the scope of consideration of the four spirits of the open heaven, no matter how chaotic the flood is, it is also a matter within the flood famine, and they don't want to intervene.

The only thing that the four spirits of the Open Heaven think about is the survival of this world.

Once it comes to the matter of survival, the Four Spirits of the Open Heaven will no longer sit idly by.

And just recently, Xuanwu Zang divination counted hundreds of millions of hexagrams, and all the hexagrams were pointing to one point.

The desolate world is about to be destroyed.

What made Xuanwuzang unbelievable the most was that among his hundreds of millions of hexagrams, he didn't see the slightest bit of vitality.

"The great calamity is coming. ”

Xuanwuzang took a deep breath and looked at the green dragon, the white tiger, and the red bird, and his voice was solemn.

——————

Beyond the desolate world.

Endless chaos.

A figure walked in the chaos, and the chaotic qi around it was all swept away.

"Aru, you can't be so grumpy in the future, the realm master of that small world just now, people just glanced at you and me, why did you ruin that world~"

He is three feet tall, bare-chested, his crazy black hair is scattered wantonly, and his strong muscles are panicking to watch.

On her shoulders, the white-haired and red-eyed little Lori, like a porcelain doll, was shaking her calves, with a cute smile on her face, and a voice like a silver bell rang.

"Aru...!"

The three-foot-tall man let out a 'roar', which sounded like the pronunciation of 'Aru'.

Behind him, there was a black-gold chain that stretched for tens of thousands of miles and was strung with countless corpses, and at the nearest end of the chain, there was a new corpse.

It was a white-haired old man with a pair of snow-white feathers, and the chains passed directly through his neck and hung from them.

This is the small world and the world master in the mouth of little Lori.