Honghuang: I, the ancestor of the Dragon Clan, will never leave seclusion!

Western.

Mount Meru.

"Senior Brother, I'm back." Jun Ti saluted with a calm face.

On Mount Meru, the sleepy Zhu opened his eyes, looked at the seemingly calm Jun Ti in front of him, and sighed slightly.

"Junior Brother, your heart is upset."

Jun Ti bowed his head slightly, his eyes were lowered, there were no words, and his face was expressionless to maintain a calm expression.

As a saint, he himself knew what kind of mess his heart had become.

Once upon a time, Jun Ti thought that the biggest problem in this million-year prison disaster was the lost skin that Ao Changsheng said before.

In the beginning, it was.

The idea of not knowing if people will see such a embarrassing posture is always in Jun Ti's heart.

But then, after he reached the so-called agreement with Tsuten, he no longer worried about the problem of the face.

Jun Ti only found out.

For him, what most affects his heart is not some 'little thing' that loses his face, but the deep sense of powerlessness.

It is clear that there is a great power in his body that is enough to destroy the heavens and the earth, but being suppressed in that empty world, he can't even move a finger.

This strong sense of contrast has tormented Jun Ti for millions of years.

Even when he broke the seal, Tongtian used him as an example to guide his disciples, he didn't care too much.

Anyway, there are quite a few people who see it, one more is not more, and one less is not less.

Well... At most, there will be a chance to find a few more destined people on the side of Tongtian.

Sitting down again on the side of the lead, Jun Ti clasped his hands together in front of him and meditated on the meditation scripture in his heart.

But the more so, the more difficult it is for Jun Ti's heart to calm down.

He admitted.

He regretted it.

He regretted that because he coveted that innate treasure, he attacked Nuwa to seize the treasure.

If you honestly prepare gifts, go to borrow treasures, or directly ask them to strengthen Western spiritual veins.

And where did this million-year prison run come about?

A million years is nothing to a saint.

But for the impact caused by Zhun Ti, I am afraid that it is difficult to make up for it even if he spends a thousand times more time.

What a foolish thing it was to affect his own cultivation for the sake of an external object.

Moreover, the most influential thing is that if they offend Qiankunding's master Ao Changsheng, I am afraid that their Western spiritual veins will no longer have the opportunity to return to the innate nature.

This sense of self-blame has been entangled in Jun Ti's heart over the years, and it will be entangled with Zhun Ti for countless years in the future.

Looking at the junior brother beside him, he sighed slightly in his heart, but he didn't say anything.

If these three corpses could be cut out by words and preaching, then in the Flood Desolate World, the three thousand guests in the Zixiao Palace would have already beheaded the three corpses.

This third corpse, if you want to cut it off, you can only rely on yourself.

What he can do is to calculate as much as possible and create an environment that can help Zhun Ti behead the corpse.

Closing his eyes again, he returned to his half-asleep appearance.

The return of Zhun Ti breaking the seal did not cause any storms in the flood waste, after all, only a few people knew that Zhun Ti was sealed.

In the midst of the flood.

The heavenly machine caused by the Lich War Tribulation was still extremely chaotic.

The Lich has been around for millions of years, but there is no sign of recovery.

People can't help but suspect that this chaotic heavenly machine will last until the end of this era.

Continue until the beginning of a new era.

And a million years.

In the midst of the flood, it was also extremely difficult for all races and souls.

After all, in this era of chaos, the avenue is not visible, and under the quasi-saint, even Da Luo cultivation has been seriously affected.

It is difficult to practice retreats.

Moreover, in addition to the endless Golden Immortals, Taiyi Golden Immortals, and Da Luo Golden Immortals, there are clan cultivators below the Golden Immortals of the Honghuang Ten Thousand Races.

In these millions of years, the fault line of cultivators is gradually forming, which makes many flood and desolation tribes panic.

At this time, the only Terran race in the flood and desolation that would not be affected by this chaotic heavenly machine and continue to expand and grow.

It became the last straw that overwhelmed the camel.

You know, except for a very small number of races whose lives and living conditions are very different from those of the Terrans.

Most of the ethnic lands chosen by the Flood Barren Ten Thousand Tribes are not first-class Flood Barren Cave Heavenly Blessed Land.

But it is definitely the most fertile treasure land in that range, and the expanding Terrans naturally will not choose to avoid these treasure lands.

The expansion of the Honghuang Race is not a good gentleman, who persuades the Honghuang Ten Thousand Tribes to leave with good words and give up their territory to them.

It's real killing, looting, expansion.

And this has also touched the bottom line of the Flood Barren Race.

Originally, because of this chaotic era, they chose to hide from the world and wanted to quietly wait for the arrival of a new era.

But at this time, the Terrans want to seize their territory, how can this be endured.

Even if he knew that the Terran had a saint-level human emperor Fuxi at this time, he knew that the Terran soldiers at this time were strong and strong.

However, among the many Flood Desolation Races, there are still many races who have chosen to go to war with the Terrans without hesitation.

The war has begun!

But....

How could the Flood Desolation Race, which was unable to cultivate and progress and lacked vital strength, be the opponent of the growing Terran Race at this time.

Except for a very small number of races with quasi-saint realms who are sitting in the old ancestors who can resist the Terran race one or two.

But more, countless floods and desolation are being expelled by the Terrans, and the territory of the Terrans is constantly expanding.

Different from the Wu clan who once ruled the flooded wasteland.

Because the ability to reproduce can not completely prosper, occupy the vast flood.

Although the Terran reproduction ability is not extremely strong, it is definitely not weak.

These were incorporated into the territory of the Terrans, except for a very small number of races left as livestock, rations, and a very small number of fish that slipped through the net.

Only Terrans!

This extremely domineering scene also frightened the countless great powers above the flood waste.

But even so, almost none of the quasi-saint powers would choose to strike.

Even those races that relied on the quasi-Saint Ancestor at the beginning to resist the Terran one or two chose to retreat as the surrounding territories were occupied by the Terrans.

From start to finish.

The cultivators such as Da Luo, Tai Yi and others under the quasi-saint were fine, but that quasi-saint was powerful, and he did not dare to hurt any cultivator of the Terran race.

The reason for this, of course, is that there is a flood and famine is really big, and there is no lack of living space, but in the final analysis....

This is the deterrent power of a saint who once stepped out to protect the Terrans!

——Fuxi smiled and said that everyone was very face-giving, and put down the hands that had touched Fuxiqin -

it was no coincidence.

On the desolate land, when the Terrans expanded rapidly.

Heaven.

In a million years, Haotian and Yaochi also completely incorporated the entire Thirty-Six Heavens of the Heavenly Realm into their palms.

It is believed that even if Taiyi is revived and Emperor Jun is reborn, he will definitely not be able to regain control of the Heavenly Court.

Celestial Realm, Da Luo Tian.

Above the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

Haotian and Yaochi walked step by step towards the seat that represented the highest power of the Heavenly Court.

Many Immortal Family cultivators looked solemn, watching and witnessing this scene.

Haotian's seat is on top, and Yaochi's seat is slightly lower than Haotian's.

The two stood still, turned around, and looked at the many cultivators in the Heavenly Court below, with solemn expressions, and raised their hands at the same time.

"The way of heaven is above, Wu Haotian (Yaochi), now in accordance with the decree of the Dao ancestor, re-establish the heavenly court, as the Haotian Emperor, as the queen mother of Yaochi, to maintain the operation of the Yin and Yang Cycle Heavenly Dao."

"Rule the universe and manage the flood famine! Suppress luck with Haotian mirror and peach tree!

"Heavenly Court! Stand!! "

Boom -

the moment the words of the two fell, above the sky, endless auspicious clouds spread, golden light fell, and the entire heavenly realm was reflected extremely sacred.

An ancient and sacred aura enveloped the entire flood.

Countless creatures raised their heads to look at the sky.

No matter where they were, in their line of sight, there was a magnificent and majestic palace shadow, emerging in the clouds.

At the very top of the palace, stood a majestic man and a graceful woman, although their faces could not be seen clearly, but a majestic aura shrouded the hearts of all living beings.

"Whoosh!"

In the void, a golden Dao fruit broke through the void, and when it fell into the flood waste, it suddenly turned into two parts, and merged into the body of the two Yuan Gods.

The next moment, Shenwei was like hell.

The incomparably terrifying aura of majesty coerced the entire flood wilderness, and at this moment, the hearts of countless powerful people in the flood famine were extremely shocked.

"St. ... Saint Way! "

There is a quasi-holy power that can't help but tremble in his heart.

It has only been a few hundred yuan since the last time Fuxi became a saint to suppress the flood famine, and these great powers naturally did not forget this familiar scene of coercive flood famine so quickly.

"No, no, although the momentum is very strong, it is not a holy power, there is no sage breath of the near path, but there is a ... Indescribably quirky feeling. In

the midst of the flood, there was a great power that couldn't help but frown.

Looking at the two figures above the sky, his eyes were full of doubts.

As quasi-saints, although they are not omniscient, there is little information they do not know in the flood.

But this breath....

In the midst of the flood, there was Da Luo, and even the quasi-saint power couldn't help but move his body.

I don't know why, they suddenly had the feeling that they were put on a shackle on their bodies.

Just....

No matter how they probed, it seemed to be just an illusion, unable to find the slightest trace of the 'shackles'.

"Heavenly Court! Heavenly Emperor! In

the Fire Cloud Cave, Fuxi looked at the Heavenly Court Heavenly Palace above the sky, at the Haotian Emperor and the Yaochi Queen Mother, and his face showed a solemnity.

"Incarnate as a deity... It is really a good means to suppress the three thousand avenues in the world and directly cut off all the roads of the Flood Desolation! Fuxi said solemnly.

Maybe the other quasi-saints couldn't sense it, but Fuxi could clearly see the shackles covering the three thousand avenues above the sky.

"From now on... The road to convergence was completely cut off, fortunately..." Fuxi looked solemn and his voice was low.

"Fortunately, it has nothing to do with this emperor."

The human emperor Fuxi put his hands on the superb innate spirit treasure Fuxi qin, and the music avenue appeared in the void, playing incomparably beautiful sacred music.

"It's just... Re-establishing the Heavenly Court and breaking the path of the Dao, what does Hongjun Dao Ancestor want to do? Even

though he had become a saint, at this time, Fuxi's heart was still at a loss.

Obviously, in his original speculation, only the birth of the Eight Saints of the Heavenly Dao and the cooperation with Hongjun would be enough to suppress the Three Thousand Avenues of the Flood Barrens.

Create a true spiritual life.

But today's Heavenly Court that suppresses the flood... That is really what Fuxi can't understand.

Just....

As a human emperor carefully cultivated by someone.

Fuxi undoubtedly inherited someone's noble thoughts about calculations that he couldn't understand, so don't think about it.

No matter what the calculation, just wait and time will show everything.

And all he needs to do is...

"Retreat practice!"