"Nuwa, come out quickly!"

Ignoring anything else, Di Jun suddenly opened his mouth and shouted.

He knew very well how dangerous the latter's current situation was, and if he didn't pay attention to it, he might step into the footsteps of Pangu and incarnate the world, or even die.

However, Nuwa has no intention of stopping at the moment!

I saw that her arms were quietly raised to support the sinking heavenly dome, and the mana of the Great Perfection of the Great Perfection of the Flood Desolation Saint around her body surged, resisting the sense of oppression brought by the small world and chaos, and the aura around her body was violent, so that the outside world Emperor Jun and others all felt the pressure of Mo Da, and even Lao Tzu, primordial, Jieyin and Zhun Ti all retreated rapidly, and the only ones who resisted were Emperor Jun and Tongtian.

In this case, the power of the late stage of the pseudo-saint on the two of them rose, which directly made the four Lao Tzu who were still deposited in the coercion of Nuwa in the rear wake up like a dream, and one by one their eyes widened and said: "Late stage of the pseudo-saint, how is this possible!"

No way, everyone was dumbfounded at this moment!

They all knew that ten thousand years ago, Di Jun's cultivation was still at the point of quasi-saint consummation.

But in just 10,000 years, Di Jun has actually advanced to the point of the late stage of the pseudo-saint, and even from the aura exuded from his body, it can be seen that it is far beyond Tongtian, and the aura is extremely stable and strong, which shows that his cultivation is definitely not promoted by merit.

In other words, within these 10,000 years, the latter has improved itself by its own means, which makes Lao Tzu and others extremely uncomfortable in their hearts.

Years!

In the past 10,000 years, they have hardly made much progress, and even if they have reached the sky, they have only stabilized their own cultivation, but what about Di Jun? He has already come this far.

He even helped Nuwa to achieve sanctification, and it was directly the Great Perfection of the Flood Wilderness Sage, which made their inner emotions feel as if they were in a rampage.

Strength!

I need a lot of power!

roared in their hearts, and the four of Lao Tzu had different expressions, but everyone's eyes were full of ambition and impulse at the moment.

They don't want to be so powerless, they want to be sanctified, they want to get out of the current situation, they want to be surpassed and crushed again and again, which makes their self-esteem almost shattered.

At the same time, they also knew that the hope of this matter lay in Di Jun, who could help Nuwa become a saint, so it was definitely possible to know their chances of enlightenment, and if they could get it, then they also had the possibility of becoming saints.

"Give me Ning!"

At this moment, Nuwa's coquettish cheers quietly resounded.

Following the prestige, I saw that its huge body was shining at this moment, and between the Hongmeng purple qi in the center of his eyebrows, a special force emerged, and after connecting with it, the sinking sky dome and the rising ground came to an abrupt end.

Immediately afterward, under the continuous riot of Nuwa's mana, the heavenly dome began to rise, the earth began to sink, and in just a dozen breaths, it completely returned to its original state.

"What's going on?"

"What's going on? What's going on?"

This scene stunned everyone, including Di Jun, who all showed puzzled looks, and they didn't understand what was going on, why the crisis they were seeing was suddenly resolved, and the chaotic oppression would disappear without a trace, and even the small world was stabilized.

However, immediately after that, their eyes also burst out with strong restlessness, after all, Xiaoqian World has stabilized, which means that Nuwa has succeeded in breaking new ground.

Chaos opens the world, this kind of thing is done, this is the power that belongs to the saints?

For a time, Lao Tzu, primitive, Tongtian, Jieyin and Zhun Ti's eyes were full of scorching heat, and one by one they were eager to immediately become holy and complete such a feat of opening up the world.

"Heavenly Dao!"

On the contrary, after Di Jun came back to his senses, his expression at the moment was also slightly condensed, he clenched his fists thoughtfully, and his eyes subconsciously looked at the scenery above the heavenly dome of the small world.

Not for anything else, because there is the brilliance of Hongmeng purple qi, which is still shining at this moment, with the formation of the small thousand worlds, the luck of heaven and earth began to converge towards it, condensed together at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally evolved into a palace floating there.

Boom Boom –

As the palace was condensed, the shocking aura fluctuations spread, and everyone could clearly feel that a general trend that did not belong to the flood was oppressing, even if Emperor Jun and Tongtian were cultivators in the late stage of the pseudo-saint, they couldn't help but snort at this moment, and blood overflowed from the corners of their mouths.

At the same time, the situation of the four Lao Tzu in the rear was even worse, blood spurted wildly from their mouths one by one, and their bodies were defeated and retreated, looking like the situation was extremely bad, stumbling and floating in the chaos, with a posture of a strong crossbow.

Before everyone could come back to their senses, the palace in the small world was bright, and the seven-colored brilliance bloomed, and it could be clearly seen that a beam of divine light flew out of it and fell straight into the desolation.

Immediately afterwards, you can see that the flood is agitated, countless spatial fluctuations collapse at this moment, and under the suppression of the small world, the spatial tunnels seem to have been shackled, and they can no longer enter and exit as unscrupulously as before.

Not only that, with the blessing of the power of the small world, the luck and general trend of heaven and earth in the entire flood wilderness became restless, in this case, the luck of the demon clan increased rapidly, on the contrary, the luck of the witch clan began to plummet.

At the same time, when the luck of the demon clan increased, the luck of the newborn human race was also stronger, although it had not yet reached the point of threatening anyone, but it was also an existence that should not be underestimated, and the three brothers of the emperor who were on the coast of the East China Sea were deeply aware of it.

At this moment, the desolate creatures shook.

The faces of the countless gods gathered in the area not far from those tunnels were pale and ugly, and they looked at the swirling whirlpool, each of them clenched their fists and roared, "What's going on?"

"The tunnel of the Three Thousand Worlds is blocked!"

"Can't invade the Three Thousand Worlds, what the hell is going on!"

“......”

Before they could react, the information of the Heavenly Dao was also transmitted to the minds of every monk above the Great Luo Golden Immortal at this moment: the pseudo-saint could cross the space tunnel and go to the rest of the worlds!

For a while, the faces of the Honghuang Divine Mansion turned pale.

Pseudo-saints can invade the world, doesn't that mean that few people have reached the standard?

The most important thing is that since the Heavenly Dao clearly states that the Pseudo-Saints can invade that side, does that mean that the cultivation of oneself and others is too weak? Does it mean that if oneself and others cannot be promoted to the level of Pseudo-Saints, they will not even have the opportunity to become holy?

For a while, those monks who were about to move on the Three Thousand Worlds were like being poured a basin of cold water at this moment, and one by one they left the area where the space tunnel was located and went back to retreat and cultivate.