Attack the myths of the heavens and create the Taoist Tibetan wilderness!

Great chaos is about to begin

"Too!"

Xuanming was also a little puzzled.

Apart from the high level of understanding, the human race can accommodate many laws and supernatural powers, there is nothing else.

"Why didn't the Emperor of Heaven come?" Houtu looked around and asked.

"The Emperor of Heaven asked me to come back, and he said he had his own arrangements."

Xuan Ming frowned slightly, retelling Di Jun's beauty.

"Own arrangements?"

Houtu's sense of ominousness became stronger and stronger.

She always felt that this matter became very strange.

While the two were talking, they suddenly saw stars in the sky sprinkling towards Buzhou Mountain.

"The gods in the sky have taken action."

Houtu was very happy.

If the gods come forward, Di Jun will definitely take action.

Every time Di Jun comes forward, Houtu can feel a sense of security from the bottom of his heart.

As long as Di Jun takes action, everything can be solved.

Wu Tian is looking for the next tribe.

When I saw the stars in the sky, my expression changed drastically.

"No, the Emperor of Heaven has taken action!"

Wutian flew forward without any hesitation.

Di Jun is so strong that none of the three saints are opponents.

Even if the Demon Ancestor gives his all, he may be able to take it down.

Let's go around first.

Fortunately, there are many human tribes in the prehistoric world, and they are scattered on the prehistoric land like a scattered place.

As long as you are willing to spend some time, the soul and blood of billions of human race will not be a problem at all.

All the ancestor witches are searching outside.

When everyone saw the stars hanging on Mount Buzhou, they knew that Di Jun took action.

Di Jun can't solve the matter on the prehistoric land.

Dijiang activated the magical power of space, went to various tribes, mobilized the powerful witches of the witch clan, and began to search everywhere.

The starlight scattered on Mount Buzhou.

Fuxi's body manifested, and below were the gods such as Hongyun, Jimeng, and Yingzhao.

Fuxi looked at the many gods and ordered:

"The gods control the starlight, focus on Buzhou Mountain, search out, and do not let go of any place."

"yes!"

The gods responded, made magic tricks, and used their star power.

With Buzhou Mountain as the center, a large net scattered with stars was woven and fell from the sky.

The starlight spread little by little, searching every inch of soil on the earth.

Such a big noise naturally caused all living beings to be nervous.

[What are the Heavenly Court and the Witch Clan doing? 】

[The whole world seems to be coming. 】

[I don’t know, is it because the Emperor of Heaven is going to fight with the saint? 】

[Which saint dares to fight against the Emperor of Heaven? 】

Many great masters have complicated faces and ask in the chat channel of the Honghuang World.

[Fuxi: Heavenly Court is arresting the demonic saint Luohu. On the vast land, there are many places where creatures die, and they can be rewarded. Heavenly Court will have its own reward! 】

Seeing the news from Fuxi, the expressions of many great masters changed.

Heaven really wants to go to war with the saints.

And it is also the devil saint Luohu.

This is a terrifying existence.

However, many great masters were moved by what Fuxi said.

Asura sent by Houtu returned to the Netherworld Blood Sea.

After the notice, he visited the ancestor of the Styx.

"Old ancestor, the Emperor Houtu asked the little god to inform you, please go to Buzhou Mountain to meet her."

"Buzhou Mountain?"

A trace of curiosity flashed in Styx's eyes.

I thought to myself, was it just happened to the Honghuang World Chat Channel?

The devil saint Luohu is really a tricky character.

The last time I attacked the Netherworld, it can be seen.

But the importance of the Netherworld is also clear about the Styx.

"You go down first."

Styx waved his hand.

He thought about it and invited King Asura and ordered him to take his people to Buzhou Mountain.

Two days later, all the immortals were still bowing in front of the altar of the human ancestral land.

A human immortal ran in from the outside.

"Clan leader, everyone in the Fengxi tribe is dead."

"What?"

Suiren's face changed.

The Fengxi tribe is a medium-sized tribe about 300,000 miles from the east of Buzhou Shandong, with more than 10,000 people.

Are more than 10,000 people dead?

"You continue to ask the Emperor of Heaven, the Mother God and the Master, I will check it out."

Suiren set up a ball of red light and flew directly out of the ancestral land, preparing to go and check it out.

But at this time, a divine light lit up in the statue of Nuwa.

The divine light directly covered Suiren, preventing him from continuing to fly out.

"What's going on?"

"Why didn't the Virgin let me go out?"

Suiren looked puzzled.

No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one reading!

He looked up at the sky, looking for an answer.

But the divine light did not tell him anything, but just trapped him and refused to leave.

In the Swa Palace, Nuwa's eyes were empty and looked at the Suiren in the prehistoric world.

"The way of heaven..."

Nuwa whispered, and suddenly felt a little disgusted with her saint's power.

This supreme power is indeed the dream of many great masters in the prehistoric world.

But now, when she encounters some great changes between heaven and earth, she has no right to be independent at all.

Whatever the Heavenly Dao asked her to do, she could only do it, without any room for resistance.

This supremacy made her feel very uncomfortable.

She heard Suiren's prayer.

But there is no response.

Heavenly way of warns, and cannot be informed.

For a moment, Nuwa began to envy Di Jun.

Di Jun can fight against the three saints on his own, and is not constrained by the laws of heaven.

Do whatever you want, freely.

This is the path that practitioners should take.

Rather than the saints who seem to be high above, but are actually like puppets controlled by others.

In Lihentian, in the Bajing Palace, the expression of the Taiqing Saint did not change at all.

He seemed to have some sense of this.

With a flick of the floating sinker in his hand, a beam of Taiqing fairy light flew down the thirty-third heaven and landed directly on Xuandu of the Fufeng tribe.

Xuandu felt a ball of spiritual light emanating from his body.

Sensing a familiar breath, he was a little surprised.

"Master..."

Xuandu was a little puzzled, but he didn't have time to study it in detail, and continued to arrange the magic array.

Recently, there was news that the human race had a strange epidemic.

The dead body dried up and the soul was destroyed.

There is no such thing in the Fufeng tribe now.

In order to prevent it, Xuandu is using his own magic power to arrange the formation for the tribe.

Those are a few simple formations in the Taoism passed on to him by the Taiqing Saint, which can only be said to be better than nothing.

But this is also Xuandu's last resort.

Under Mount Buzhou, Luohou and Kunpeng looked at the starry sky with calm expressions.

"Ancestor witches and the Emperor of Heaven have all taken action!"