Hong Huang: I Have Pitted Countless Great Abilities

You know, Lingshan is the only place in the Western world that is considered good.

Since the battle of Devil Dao, the great Western world, the heaven and the blessed land, have basically been destroyed completely. Even this Lingshan mountain has been cut off by the Dao ancestor Hongjun, and most of it has been cut off.

However, fortunately, the original Lingshan is an excellent place for heaven and blessings, which suppresses western air luck, unparalleled.

Even if it is cut in half, it is enough to suppress the great education's luck.

However, now I don’t know that that person is so wicked that even Lingshan has been stolen? ? ?

It can be said that in the prehistoric times, the popularity of the Western two sages is not very good, but most of the quasi-sages are still known.

The purple-clothed boy just now was able to steal Lingshan under his eyelids.

There is no doubt that he must be a quasi-sage strong.

Even in terms of strength, he is only stronger than himself.

Who the hell is this? ? ?

Who can be so wicked?

Is it Chu Feng? I can't!

Since the last time Chu Feng came out of the space crack, it looked like he was seriously injured. It is estimated that every tens of thousands of years, it will not be able to recover at all.

Even if Chu Feng had an antagonism with the West, it was not the time to jump out at this time!

Yaozu?

Then it's impossible. The relationship between them and the monster race is in the same way. The Eastern Prince was killed by both of them back then.

As for the Wu Clan, that group of idiots, even with this strength, he doesn't have this IQ, doesn't he?

Zhunti Daoist tapped his cerebellum lightly, thinking about it, and thinking hard, he turned out to be half squatting on the ground, like a second fool, looking up at the starry sky, muttering: "Who is this person? Woolen cloth?"

"It looks a bit familiar, but why can't I remember it?"

"Is it possible that I have recently become older and my intelligence has deteriorated?"

"I can't!"

"I'm a quasi-sage on a horse, buddy is a quasi-sage, that memory is not like playing, there is no such thing as degradation!"

Frowning, thinking for a long time, but also never thought about it.

After a long while, Zhunti Daoist suddenly raised his eyes, and said in shock: "I'm so tired that I'm thundering and quacking, I'm stepping on the horse, Zhuansheng! What else am I thinking?"

"Deduction, don't you know?"

Immediately, he calmed down, and his fingers were slightly produced. In the deduction, he lingered for thousands of miles.

After a short while, an inexplicable Heavenly Dao law power appeared in the void, rushing straight into the sky, cutting off the opportunity.

The horror power turned out to be directly smashing the power of Daoist's deduction, and it was extremely overbearing.

Zhunti Daoist frowned slightly, and a ray of blood burst out from the corner of his mouth.

There is a secret in the surroundings, and it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

Zhunti Daoist frowned, and said with a shocked look: "This...Is it possible that this is a master at Sage Realm???"

At this point, he frowned slightly, and said coldly: "Teacher fits his body right now and will never do such a thing."

"In this way, there is only one Sage left in this predicament!"

"Master Tongtian, you and I have no grudges, you stole my Spiritual Roots and hurt my Western luck."

"If this is a breakthrough Sage Realm, I must have a theory with you."

"Since then, the Western world has robbed you of education, this Liangzi is the next step."

Quasi-lifting and trembling all over, if someone else has some strength, it is very possible to be able to fight against it, or even hit the door.

But now, the Lord Tongtian has been sanctified.

At this time, don't say that he should mention Daoist, even if it is the Western Two Saints, it is not enough.

In this way, we can only endure it first, and both of him and the guide will have the sacred spirit to add to the body, and it will be a matter of time for sanctification.

There is a saying that heroes do not suffer from immediate losses, but can only secretly write down a sum of money to Master Tongtian.

At the same time, Chu Feng in front of the water curtain chuckled and waved his hand gently. The water curtain fell out of thin air and dissipated into the sky.

Looking at the appearance of Daoist, I felt very refreshed.

It was not easy for this mentally retarded to think of Master Tongtian's head.

If you wait until the Lich's catastrophe, quasi-ticket becomes a holy, then the two will meet, it can be described as wonderful.

With a thought, he rushed towards the distance.

...

Heavenly Dao Sect, the top of the lonely mountain.

A woman with an extremely cold complexion raised her eyes slightly and looked forward.

This person is not someone else, but Nuwa Empress.

"Manny Nuwa, when are you going back to the Wa Palace?"

An extremely beautiful female fairy, cupped hands said.

Nuwa shook his head and waved his hand boredly: "You go back first! I am in the Heavenly Dao Sect, and there are still some things."

"But!"

The fairy more or less hesitated and frowned.

"Nothing but!"

With the wave of his hand, it was already sending the beautiful female fairy in front of her back to the Wa Palace.

It's not her. Nuwa stayed here and didn't leave.

The great cause of creating people has not yet been completed, and Nuwa still needs to work hard.

Going back now, then these tens of thousands of years of hard work are all in vain?

"Ordinary soil, although it can condense wit, it's a pity that it's too low-end."

"Joining Spiritual Qi, although the physical body is tyrannical, the spiritual intelligence is also inferior like an ant."

At this time, Nuwa, dragging his chin, squatting on the ground, looking at the little clay figures in front of him, feeling anxious in his heart.

For these tens of thousands of years, the method of creating humans was necessary, but it is indeed difficult to find suitable materials for this material.

Originally thinking, with the vast Spiritual Qi, the flesh and blood Meridians of the clay figurines would be gathered together.

In this way, the effect is not bad.

It's this clay figure, who looks like a second fool, and drools!

Such creatures, can Heavenly Dao admit? ? ? ?

Not as good as Colorful Xiangyun, although the condensed Tianyun clan is too simple in nature, but at any rate IQ is not short-circuited.

As early as tens of thousands of years ago, Nuwa had been able to make a clay figure of excellent appearance.

But the problem is that these clay figures are all lacking in intelligence.

Now, it's a dead end again.

"This Chu Feng doesn't know when he will come back!"

Nuwa said somewhat disappointed.

"Nuwa fellow daoist, but do you want to sit here?"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a silly voice behind Nuwa. There was no need to look back. Nuwa knew that this person was not someone else, it was Chu Feng.

Nuwa abruptly got up and looked back. There was a hint of joy on her cold face. Her eyebrows were slightly frowned, cupped hands were arched, and she said sourly, "Chu Feng fellow daoist is really busy!"

"Teach Tongtian fellow daoist to be holy, is it possible to forget what you promised me?"

Chu Feng frowned slightly and asked weirdly, "Nuwa fellow daoist, why did you say this? What did I promise you?"

"Help me make people?"

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