Lao Tzu was the first to speak: "Let's finish the calamity quickly, the desolate beings are still being burned by the true fire of the sun." ”

"What the senior brother said is very true. "The primitive was busy agreeing with Lao Tzu's words, and the introduction and so on also nodded yes, Lao Tzu will be off the ground flame light flag sacrifice, converge the sun true fire that falls on the desolate land, primitive take out the apricot yellow flag, turn into pieces of loess, cover the flames, and then lead the Zhun Ti to sacrifice the eight treasures of merit water, all the saints have their own means, clean up the scattered sun true fire, but this is just an appetizer, the minds of the saints have long been no longer here, and the remaining forces of the two lich clans are not fighting, quietly waiting for the verdict of the saints, who knows that the minds of the saints are no longer here.

Taiyi's life was lost, and the Donghuang Bell became an ownerless thing, hanging in the air, attracting the coveted of all the saints, and the introduction and quasi-early planning were made, so he was not in a hurry, waiting for the change, and Tongtian also received and discussed, so Tongtian knew it in his heart, and wanted to take the opportunity to see the performance of his two brothers.

The primordial Tianzun couldn't help it at first, he knew that Lao Tzu had two treasures, and he only had one, how could he balance in his heart, as soon as he saw that the Donghuang Bell had become an ownerless thing, he couldn't help but take it for himself.

"Fellow Daoists, this Donghuang Bell was originally a Chaos Bell, one of the Three Treasures of the Open Heaven, but unfortunately it was obtained by Taiyi, and now it should be returned to its original owner. ”

"Primordial Daoist, who is the original owner you are talking about, could it be that you can't do it?" Nuwa shouted on the side and asked, Nuwa is a saint, but there is no treasure, and this Eastern Emperor Bell is owned by the demon clan, how can Nuwa be willing to give it to others.

"Nuwa Daoyou, the Eastern Emperor Bell is naturally owned by my Pangu Sect, what questions are there about this?" The primitive eyebrows raised slightly, the primitive looked down on Nuwa, and now Nuwa has no idea how to grab the baby with herself, how can she be happy.

"Primitive Taoist friends, Sanqing is deeply rooted in the relics of Pangu, and has become a saint, not to mention that there are two heaven-opening treasures, the blessings are already too much, how can the benefits be exclusive to you, this Chaos Bell is the treasure of the demon clan, although the two demon emperors have died, but the magic weapon will keep the demon clan. ”

"It's a good one to stay in the demon clan, is it possible to give you a Nuwa saint?"

"Hmph, as a demon saint, I naturally have the right to enjoy the treasure, and although Taiyi is dead, his nephew is still there, so he naturally has to hand it over to his nephew to inherit. Nuwa lifted Lu Jian out, and Lao Tzu was also a little angry at Nuwa's ignorance, can't you Nuwa see clearly, what can you do here, it depends on your strength after all, Nuwa, you can't do the magic weapon, you are alone, you will only be bored.

"Senior Sister Nuwa, since you claim to be a saint of the demon race, you might as well let the luck of the human race come out. Lao Tzu's voice is not loud, but listening to Nuwa's ears is like a harsh mockery, now after this catastrophe, the demon clan does not exist in a thousand, and the luck falls again and again, how can Nuwa give up the human race, even if it is to use the Donghuang Bell to come, it is not good, Lao Tzu's words are nothing more than to suppress people with power.

But Lao Tzu has this strength, Nuwa can argue with the primordial, but if she wants to join forces with the primordial and Lao Tzu, she has no hope, and Lao Tzu is also tempted to lead the secret way, and there is no gloom in the past.

"Hmph, the saint is really shameless, our Wu clan defeated the demon clan, this Eastern Emperor Bell is naturally our trophy, why are you fighting here. It was the ancestral witch Zhu Rong who spoke, Zhu Rong had just lost eight brothers, and the grief in his heart was indescribable, the spoils that his brothers exchanged for their lives were shamelessly possessed by these saints, and Zhu Rong couldn't help it anymore.

Nuwa happened to be robbed by Lao Tzu, and there was nowhere to express her anger, so Zhu Rong sent it to the door, how could Nuwa give him a good face.

"Hmph, you little ant, you dare to speak wildly and insult the saints, and besides, it is you who provoke a catastrophe and commit heinous crimes, so this palace will kill you, so as to vent your anger for the unjust souls who died in vain. ”

As soon as Zhu Rong's brother died, his heart was sad, and he said that Nuwa actually had a will to die, but Nuwa directly insulted her as an ant, which touched the arrogance of the ancestral witch, and Zhu Rong instantly burned his mana, imitated other ancestral witches, and rushed towards Nuwa.

At this time, the ancestral witch Xuanming also burned his mana and pounced over, Xuanming said that when he saw that all his brothers were dead, what was the meaning of his own life, the saint regarded the ancestral witch as an ant, and also aroused Xuanming's dissatisfaction, but Xuanming was extremely smart, and when he saw his brother crashing into Nuwa like crazy, he knew that the sage's methods were extraordinary, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to hurt Nuwa, so Xuanming set his eyes on Fuxi.

After Nuwa appeared, she cured Fuxi's injuries, Fuxi was seriously injured, how could she recover quickly, but she was already able to walk, so she stood behind Nuwa, thinking that with the protection of the saint, she was extremely safe, and she had no defense.

Besides, Nuwa saw the two ancestral witches burning mana one after the other and crashed into her, her face was cold, and the killing machine suddenly appeared, the ancestral witch was carrying the Pangu bloodline, and the power of this desperate blow should not be underestimated.

As a saint, Nuwa's hatred blow is naturally extremely powerful, and when Zhu Rong was about to approach Nuwa, he was hit by Nuwa's red pompom, and Zuwu's real body was half knocked off at once, and the rest of Zuwu's real body smashed towards Nuwa like a missile, but with the protection of Shanhe Shejiji, Nuwa was not injured at all.

As soon as Nuwa made a move, she killed an ancestral witch, she was in a very comfortable mood, it seemed that the unpleasantness just now was a little smaller, she was about to hit Xuan Ming with a red pompom, her face suddenly changed, Xuan Ming seemed to run into herself, but she didn't know that she was diverted halfway, and went straight to Fuxi, Nuwa's expression was extremely ugly, and the red pompom in her hand quickly hit Xuan Ming, but after all, it was still a line slower, Xuan Ming hit Fu Xi, and Fu Xi died on the spot before he even understood what was going on.

Nuwa is now as if she has eaten countless flies, not to mention how uncomfortable she feels, she was actually tricked by a little ant and killed her brother Fuxi in front of her, Nuwa was about to explode her lungs, but Xuan Ming has been completely wiped out, and she doesn't even have a place to vent her anger, but this face is solidly lost.

Nuwa gently threw the map of the mountains and rivers to cover the area where the Xuan Ming self-detonated, and collected the Fuxi Yuan Shen that was scattered between the heavens and the earth and had not completely disappeared.

Fortunately, there was this talisman to block it, and Fu Xi really shouldn't be killed, but he was not completely wiped out, and was collected by Nuwa for most of the primordial gods, and kept the opportunity to be reincarnated, which can be regarded as extremely lucky in this kind of catastrophe.

Nuwa cast her angry gaze on the only remaining ancestral witch co-workers, only to see that the co-workers at this time were like crazy.

"It's all dead, it's all dead, what are you leaving me for!" Gonggong was frantically scolding Cangtian, and then Gonggong burned his mana and crashed towards Buzhou Mountain, and all the living beings were slightly stunned except for the introduction, I didn't expect these ancestral witches to be such a strong surname, and the introduction knew but didn't want to stop it.

After all, in this catastrophe, there are still many remnants of the lich, just through the hands of the co-workers, they led down the nine days of turbid water and wiped out one by one, and the catastrophe has been completed.

"I want everyone to bury you!" With the shout of the Gonggong, the Buzhou Immortal Mountain, which was seriously injured in the catastrophe, fell down in an instant, the pillars of heaven and earth fell down, and the turbid water above the nine heavens was instantly attracted down, and the desolate land had just passed a test of the true fire of the sun, and now it was about to accept the baptism of turbid water.

The rolling down turbid water instantly washed the battlefield of the Lich War, and the lich who didn't have time to escape died under the turbid water.

"Fellow Daoists, let's make up for the sky first, and we'll talk about the Chaos Bell later. The beings nodded yes, but each one left a qi machine to lock the Chaos Bell in case of an accident.

Lao Tzu sacrificed the Taiji diagram, the primitive sacrifice of the Three Treasures Ruyi, the Nuwa sacrifice of the mountains and rivers of the Shejitu, the introduction of the sacrifice of the Qinglian Treasure Flag, and the Zhun Ti sacrifice of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, which temporarily sealed the big hole in the sky.

Nuwa took out the rest of the soil, and Zhun Ti took out the Qiankun Ding and lent it to Nuwa, who used the rest of the soil to refine 36,500 pieces of multicolored stones, and used 36,500 pieces to make up for the sky, leaving only one piece, which was discarded by Nuwa on the coast of the East China Sea, which caused a later public case.

Although the sky has been mended, but there is no pillar of the supporting sky, the saints turned their eyes to the connection, the North Sea Xuan Turtle has become this person's mount, can it still be used to mend the sky?

With a smile on his face, he took out an object and held it in his hand.

"This is an immortal island on the East China Sea, returning to the source through the poor road, achieving a chaotic original stone, and it is easy to support the sky with this thing. As he spoke, he handed over the Chaos Primordial Stone to Zhun Ti, who put the Rough Stone in the Qiankun Ding, and instantly refined four big pillars, which just supported the four dimensions, and I am afraid that the feet of the Xuan Turtle were much stronger than those of the Xuan Turtle.

Heaven descends to make up for the merits of the heavens, Zhun Ti leads Nuwa to contribute and produce things, each of them gets more than 20% of the merits, and the Sanqing collective gets more than 20%, and the hearts of all the saints are not here.

Yuan Shi Tianzun stared at the Chaos Bell and smiled slightly, "According to the poor Dao, this thing still has to be owned by Pangu Zhengzong, I don't know what else do you have to say?"

"Don't think about it, it's a big deal, we've done one. "It was Nuwa who spoke, and she had just received some merits, and Nuwa faintly felt that her Taoism had made progress again, so she had the confidence to continue to fight.

"Hehe, let the poor say a few words. "Pick up the conversation" Dare to ask the primordial Daoists, there is only one Chaos Bell, you Pangu Authentic Sect has three Daoists, who should it belong to, it can't belong to the three of you. As soon as this remark came out, I really didn't know how to answer for a while, so it was hard to say it to myself.

As soon as Lao Tzu heard this, he knew that it was not good, and two rays of light appeared in his old eyes, and he stared at the guide tightly.

"Naturally, it will belong to the virtuous people. The primitive barely held back such a sentence, and the smile on the face of the guide became even stronger, the primitive attitude, I am afraid that the Sanqing affection will be completely buried.

Lao Tzu's heart was shocked, he knew that there was going to be a problem, but he didn't know what to say, Nuwa was not stupid, she faintly guessed the purpose of the introduction, there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, and she waited to see the original joke.

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It's almost time to be a god, Xiaodao also thinks about it carefully, welcome to give advice to a Taoist friend, let's write a wonderful god together.