The world is impermanent, and there is no absolute. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Although the past history of the Flood World is a blueprint for the Earth Star, the development of the Earth Star will not be completely repeated according to the history of the Flood World. There are too many uncertainties.

Xiqi has been at war with the Great Shang for some time. According to the past history, with the help of the teachings, the army of the Great Shang should have been defeated and defeated one after another, and there was no way to fight back, even if they had the help of intercepting the teachings. And now, for some reason, the people on the teaching side are not able to work, and the interception side seems to have the same mentality, and they love to fight or not. In this way, the battle, which could have ended early, has been delayed for a long time.

Xiqi is in charge of Jiang Ziya. This person is very old, and he is a second-generation disciple of the Interpretation Sect. However, the innate immortal root is insufficient, and he has no chance with the immortal path, no matter how much he cultivates, he doesn't have much profound mana, so he can only fight with the red dust to fight for fame and fortune.

In terms of Chaoge, there are also peerless generals. Huang Feihu, the king of Wucheng, and Wen Zhong, the imperial master of the dynasty, are all figures who can command thousands of armies. Although Wen Zhong is a disciple of the three generations of the sect, he does not lose to Jiang Ziya in commanding the army, and his magic cultivation is far better. If it weren't for the help of those idle monks in Xiqi, he wouldn't have the ability to compete with Chaoge at all.

In the Earth Star Zixiao Palace, Dao Ancestor Hongjun had a solemn face, and the quasi-mention saint and the leading saint sat on the futon tremblingly, all with their heads bowed. Beside them, Nuwa Niangniang sat dignifiedly, keeping an absolute distance from the two saints of Elysium, as if there was some kind of estrangement between the three of them.

"Dao Ancestor personally ordered, their Daomen Three Saints are too late, and they are even known as Pangu Authentic, which is simply a big mistake in the world!"

I've been waiting for about a quarter of an hour. Time is nothing to a saint, but after waiting for so long for a few dignified saints, the problem is already a bit big, not to mention that there are also two Western saints who are extremely different from the Daomen.

"Senior brother, silence, all teachers have their own decisions. "The sage looks like an old god is there, looking at his nose and nose, and occasionally making a haha, but he just doesn't look angry.

After being reprimanded by his senior brother, the Zhun Ti Sage hurriedly put on an obedient appearance, no longer said more, and occasionally raised his head secretly and looked in the direction where Dao Ancestor Hongjun was.

It was about a quarter of an hour before three figures appeared at the gate of Zixiao Palace. The three saints of the Daomen, who should be like enemies and do not look at each other, turned out to be the same as at the beginning at this time, such a situation simply made the two saints of the West unable to believe it.

"Yo, the teacher has an order, you dare to come late, Taishang, Yuanshi, Tongtian, you really don't know what to do. The Zhun Ti sage sneered.

"Huh!"

A sword light burst through the air, slashed through the sideburns of the Zhun Ti Saint, and shaved off three hairs cleanly.

"There will be another time, Poor Dao will directly cut off your head!" The Tongtian Sect Master's face was gloomy, and his fingers still exuded the aftermath of a sharp sword aura.

With this lesson, the heart of the Zhun Ti saint trembled twice, and he did not dare to say any more. Beside him, the leading saint sighed, not knowing what to say.

Nuwa Niangniang sat there quietly the whole time, never saying anything or doing anything, as if the things here had nothing to do with her.

"Teacher, the three disciples are late, please forgive me. "Taiqing Daode Tianzun Taishang Laojun no longer has a flat crutch, so he no longer maintains a lame old appearance of Long Zhong. Although his appearance is still a little old, he looks quite good.

A group of three people slowly walked in. No one could have imagined that the interception of teachings and expounding teachings, the two originally opposite each other, Tongtian and Yuanshi, would actually walk together peacefully, instead of fighting without saying a word.

Later, the three of them each found a futon to sit down, forming an opposing situation with the two saints of the West.

"Oh, you guys...... It's all here. ”

Some strange sounds fluttered out from Dao Ancestor's seat. Daozu lowered his head, and his long hair was not restrained by the bun, but hung down directly, covering his entire face.

"It's all here, it's fine. The War of the Gods, it has begun, it has been a long time, why, it hasn't been yet, progress?"

The way he spoke with a few words was unbearable for several Heavenly Dao Saints, but there was nothing to be done, they were all disciples. In this world, I haven't seen many disciples teaching teachers.

"Returning to the master, it's not Yuan Shi and Tongtian, they only know how to drag all day long, they are afraid that their disciples will be on the list for their own selfishness, and they can't work all day long, and even the fighting method is just pretending. Up to now, there are only seventeen names on the three hundred and sixty-five righteous gods, and they are all the kind of existences that make up the numbers! Teacher, you have to know clearly. As if inviting merit, the Zhun Ti Sage still couldn't get rid of that bad habit, and shouted before everyone else.

"Whew!", the hair on his right sideburns all fell to the ground, and the scalp of the Zhun Ti Saint was still aching.

"Bastard, don't think that the poor road is easy to bully! Now that a teacher is present, you can't be presumptuous!"

Therefore, the Zhun Ti Saint stood up directly from the futon, and the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his hand pointed directly at the Tongtian Sect Master.

"Zhun Ti, are you looking for death?" Without the Qingping Sword, the Tongtian Sect Master seemed to be accustomed to such a feeling, just using his fingers as a sword, his attacks were also extremely sharp, because he was not abandoned at all because of the loss of the Qingping Sword, but went one step further ahead of others.

"Taishang, Yuanshi, Tongtian, is this, really?"

Ignoring the humiliation suffered by the Zhun Ti Saint, Dao Ancestor Hongjun's strange tone floated over again.

'What the hell is wrong with Dao Ancestor?' Why is it so strange today, it doesn't look like Dao Ancestor's tone. Almost everyone thinks that, but no one dares to say it.

"Sealing the gods, definitely, will be held. Yes, soon, soon. On the list of gods, three hundred and sixty-five, must, get together. When necessary, when you are, you have to be hands-on, hands-on. Kill, kill, kill. Got it, no?"

"Why do you have to be a god, why do you have to kill? Even if it's a calamity, can't it be resolved with the teacher's ability? Please forgive me for not understanding, and I hope the teacher will explain. Taiqing Daode Tianzun Taishang Laojun stood up, bowed to Dao Ancestor Hongjun, and said.

"The disciple Yuan Shi was stupid, and begged the teacher to explain. ”

"The disciple is stupid and begs the teacher to explain. ”

"Bold! The teacher's actions are naturally on behalf of the way of heaven. That is what God means, you are so bold that you are so disrespectful to the teacher?" The Zhun Ti sage realized that Dao Ancestor Hongjun would be on his side, so he was not afraid of the other party's strength, so he put one hand on his waist and scolded.

He didn't notice that the leading saint was on the side, sneakily tugging at his sleeve.

"Disciple Nuwa, too, can't understand what the teacher is doing. The Great War of the Gods, my demon clan is bound to be immune. I, Nuwa, represent the demon clan, and I also hope that the teacher can give an explanation. ”

Now, even Nuwa Niangniang, who has never asked about the world, has stood up, and things have changed. The Zhun Ti Sage felt as if hundreds of flies had been stuffed into his mouth, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

"You, really, want to know, what's going on?"

A cold glow emerged from Dao Ancestor Hongjun's scattered hair.