Creation: From The Low-End Prehistoric To The Daluo Myth

In the Great Leiyin Temple.

Several Buddhas stared angrily. .

The rest of the True Self Buddha did not open his mouth.

but.

There was also a bit of anger in his eyes.

Among them, Sacred is a true convert to Buddhism.

And some Sacred, just want to embrace the thigh of Buddhism.

after all.

They also don't know the real relationship between the three big Luos who raised their eyebrows and Zhunti Jieying.

They just know.

Buddhism is among the top forces in the entire prehistoric world.

The only existence with five Daluo Daoguo.

And these Sacred.

Although there is no concentricity with Buddhism.

But Xuanyuan's sword.

It is tantamount to pressing their faces directly to the ground.

Dao fruit powerhouses should not take it lightly.

But the true self has never received this restriction.

It's just that in the past Ten Thousand Years, the real self-powerful people are cultivating desperately, trying to break through the Dao Fruit.

And now.

The real self strong in Buddhism stood up angrily.

""Five Zero Three" Subduing the Dragon, just go there~" A compassionate voice sounded from the depths of endless years.

A real strong man stood up slowly.

He clasped his hands together and said respectfully.

"Follow the Buddha's order."

"Suppress the Yellow Emperor's tribe and accept half of his human race as my Buddhist disciples, far away."

"yes!"

subsequently.

Subduing Dragon Venerable stepped out.

Then the figure has penetrated through countless spaces.

Walk slowly towards the direction of the Yellow Emperor's Ministry.

Wherever he passed, the Sanskrit sound was mighty, and countless souls took refuge.

At the same time and the deepest part of the years.

Zhunti, sitting in the Lotus Position, constantly perfecting everything about Buddhism and Taoism.

Improve one's own background, and with the power of Daluo, the three Sacreds including Yangmei were unable to wake up from their deep sleep.

"Lucky Golden Dragon, Huang

"Behind this, there is the shadow of the Dragon Clan..." Zhun Ti clasped his hands together and whispered softly.

Guide the future Hang Seng in the eyes.

"The dragon clan is not a demon clan. Although Zulong is a demon master, how could he be inferior to others with his arrogant personality?

He has now Half-step Dao Fruit, and I am afraid that the opportunity to advance to Dao Fruit lies in the human race. "

"The human race is not simple, and Zulong may not take advantage of it." Zhunti said.

"It doesn't matter, all the big Luos in the heavens are making decisions, they are all probing, and they are all waiting for the recovery of the gods and demons.

"Let Jianglong see where the human race is now.

There is a bit of certainty in the tone of the quotation.

It was as if this subduing dragon shot could end everything.

The prehistoric southwest.

Subduing Dragon Venerable with mighty power.

Make no secret of own strength.

Countless Sacred who secretly noticed this scene were discussing.

"The strength of the Yellow Emperor is really terrifying. He actually nailed the Lord of the Little Leiyin Temple directly to the Buddha Hall."

"Tsk tsk tsk, now the beam is getting bigger."

"Subduing Dragon actually came out of Buddhism!"

"This guy is one of the oldest Sacreds. The three Sacreds raised their eyebrows and shot at the same time to save him."

"His strength can already be regarded as the top existence among the real me except for Zu Wu.

"The human race is in danger."

The subduing dragon walks barefoot in the heavens.

He wants to go to the Yellow Emperor's Ministry to suppress the human race.

And at this moment.

He stopped suddenly.

Put your hands together and look at a weak ethnic tribe in front of you.

The Buddha's light all over his body is slightly restrained.

"Thank you aunt, the milk wine from your sheep's head is really good."

"Next time, I will bring you the wine from my hometown, my father's favorite human burning knife!"

A simple and honest middle-aged man was chatting with the creature with the head of a sheep.

Then.

Step by step towards subduing the dragon.

The mighty aura of Jianglong seemed to be cut off by him, making the tribe that should have converted to Buddhism in his aura.

She couldn't feel his breath at all.

That middle-aged human race is like an ordinary creature without any Cultivation Base.

Carrying a tattered long sword behind his back.

He walked step by step.

Take the first step out of that tribe.

The smile on his face faded.

In the second step, his expression became extremely indifferent.

In the third step, a sharp edge that seemed to penetrate everything in the world appeared on his body.

In the fourth step, the tattered long sword behind his back had an unspeakable sharpness.

And the fifth step...

With this step, he traversed the space and stood in the air directly opposite Jianglong.

"Human race?" Jiang Long looked at the middle-aged man.

The voice is indifferent.

It's like facing an insignificant ant.

"Human Race, Huang Jiu..." Huang Jiu's voice was no longer as simple and honest as before, but rather cold.

The whole person is like an extremely sharp sword.

Want to penetrate everything.

"You want to stop me?"

"No." Huang Jiu shook his head slightly.

The long sword behind him fell into his hand.

He looked at the sword that was forged for the first time in his life. It was a long sword acquired by his father, who had been a blacksmith all his life, with all his wealth.

There is a bit of tenderness in the eyes.

He stroked the sword lightly.

"I have a sword."

"I want to ask the Buddha!!"

next second.

The ultimate brilliance exploded.

That pure Sword intent has an edge that destroys everything. 0

Cut off the years.

Break time and space.

then.

A sword fell.

And everything withers.

Huang Jiu's sword went straight to subduing dragon.

moment.

This sword directly pierced Jianglong's body.

Cracks began to gradually appear on this Buddhist golden body.

The golden body was crumbling and dimmed.

However.

Jianglong faced such a scene.

But still as indifferent as before.

And Huang Jiu's sword fell.

But he didn't take the sword away.

"It's interesting, but not enough~" The golden body of Arhat Subduing Dragon continued to shatter.

The golden light of Buddhism gradually dissipated.

then.

call!!!

An endless stream of black energy crazily gushed out from the golden body.

Like a drop of ink falling directly into clear water.

Defile everything.

A black figure with eyes but no nose and mouth gradually emerged.

at the same time.

The foul breath became stronger.

Even, it has far surpassed the previous Buddhist golden body posture of subduing the dragon.

Before Jianglong was transformed into the three gods with raised eyebrows.

One of the oldest Innate Sacred.

Born out of Pangu's obsession.

It is one of the top Sacred.

If it wasn't for the plan of raising eyebrows at that time, he would be suppressed by the three Dao fruits.

He will not fall into Buddhism now.

"Your sword is good, but it's too far behind!"

Jianglong whispered and waved lightly.

The terrifying force directly blasted Huang Jiu away.

But Huang Jiu stubbornly resisted the power of 2.9, and wanted to strike the sword again.

Every time he was blown away, his Sword intent was being strengthened in a crazy manner.

But his aura is retreating a little bit.

The original Huang Jiu was a sharp sword, but now his sharpness seems to be contained in the scabbard.

It used to be a little obscure.

It also started to improve.

His Realm has quietly fallen from the Half step true self to the true self Realm.

Become the only kendo master in countless worlds.

Jianglong felt a little threatened.

He no longer shoots at will like before.

Instead, he wanted to directly suppress Huang Jiu with one blow.

But just when his whole body Dao Rhyme was in one place.

Snapped!!

A whip broke everything.

At some point, an old man in animal skin was leaning on the top of the mountain.

He held a whip exuding a mysterious aura in his hand.

See that old man.

"Shen Nong Whip!" Jianglong's tone fluctuated for the first time.