Prehistoric: Beginning with mediating creation

Cut down Jianmu?

"Me?" Wang Pingan raised his finger in astonishment and pointed at his nose.

Luo Zu nodded gently.

"But this Jianmu is so huge, and it has magical powers. I... I'm afraid I can't do it." Wang Pingan lowered his head, glanced at the soles of his feet, and didn't dare to look at Luo Zu.

"Don't you already have a good weapon?" Luo Zu said slowly.

Wang Pingan was startled, and remembered the talisman he had obtained when he went out to sea before.

The talisman originally fell from the sky and killed the giant demon who pretended to be his grandfather. Then it fell into his hand and stuck to his rusty sword. As a result, his rusty sword did not rust, and it shone day and night, like a peerless sword. He had to use dragon skin to make a scabbard to seal it.

Otherwise, it would shine day and night, and it would eventually bring him disaster.

Now think about it, the talisman that fell from the sky that day was not a gift from heaven, but the help of his grandfather.

If not, with the giant troll's huge body and infinite power, they would have been in great danger, and even dead.

This was indeed the case. The rest of the people who went out to sea also died, and only the three of them were left.

This has already explained the key to the problem. It was not God who blessed them, but his grandfather.

Wang Pingan took his rusty sword from his back, then slowly pulled it out, shining silver-white.

"It's just..." Wang Pingan was still hesitating, without a decision.

"Grandpa, I still have something to ask you." When Wang Pingan hesitated, his thoughts suddenly turned.

Luo Zu naturally knew what he wanted to ask.

"This world was created by me fighting with a great enemy, and then all living beings evolved. I fought with Him several times here, and thus there were human races, demons, and thousands of living beings." Luo Zu gave a one-sided answer directly.

Wang Pingan listened to these stories of the creation of the world, his mouth was wide open, his eyes were wide open, and he was dumbfounded.

Is my grandfather the god of creation?

The myths he read when he was a child were not so outrageous.

But he was stunned and didn't know how to judge this matter.

After all, he didn't have the ability to create the world, let alone the magical power to reverse time and space, so how could he see the past.

As for his grandfather bragging, that's not the case. After all, wasn't this wonderful Daluotian opened up by him?

In that case, his grandfather is still his grandfather?

He is not picked up.

The idea that Wang Ping'an had been thinking about in his heart was captured by Luo Zu. He really didn't expect that Wang Ping'an would still be entangled in this matter at this time.

But it didn't matter. He then asked Wang Ping'an to go down to the world and cut down Jianmu.

Wang Ping'an naturally took Luo Zu's entrustment seriously, and then he was "sent down to the mortal world" by Luo Zu.

Wang Ping'an was very active. After falling into the human world, Wang Ping'an immediately cut down Jianmu according to Luo Zu's instructions.

He pulled out the rusty sword in his hand, and the cold light dispersed the demon fog, and the sword light hung straight like the Milky Way.

Under this sword, Jianmu was swaying, and the bark, which was as tough as Lingbao Xianjin, was broken in half.

Many human masters who took turns to guard Jianmu were aroused and showed up to stop the "evil spirit" who intended to cut Jianmu.

But they were all surprised to see that it was Wang Pingan.

Many people were still looking for him. After all, those human masters who climbed Jianmu had already descended to the earth and conveyed the words of the three founders on their behalf, but Wang Pingan had not been seen for a long time.

And Wang Pingan now showed up and wanted to cut down Jianmu, which seemed to be the nemesis of the demons, which really puzzled them.

But seeing that Jianmu was actually damaged by his sword, they naturally stood up to stop it.

"Wang Pingan! Why is this?" However, Wang Pingan had a great reputation and had made great contributions to the sea, so they should first ask the reason and not take action directly.

"For the human race." Wang Pingan was not a riddle man, so he briefly explained the cause of the incident.

That is to say, the statement that Luo Zu was his "grandfather" was hidden, and only said that in the Daluo Heaven above the Nine Heavens, there was a great god of creation who passed down this method, which was to cut down Jianmu, and then the earth and the sky would be connected, so that the disaster of demons could be resolved.

Hearing such nonsense, everyone didn't know whether to choose to believe it on the spot or believe it later, but they couldn't let Wang Ping'an cut down Jianmu like this.

Some people advised, and some people wanted to cast magic to trap Wang Ping'an, but Wang Ping'an seemed to be possessed at this moment, and he slashed out with a sword regardless of anything.

Some people wanted to stop this sword, and put up a ten-mile iron shield to block it, but nothing could stop it, and it was easily penetrated and slashed on Jianmu's waist.

After receiving this sword, Jianmu could no longer hold on, and he lay straight down.

"Ah? What should we do?" Seeing this, everyone was naturally like seeing a ghost. In the past, no matter how they chopped and chopped, no matter what treasures they used, Jianmu couldn't be cut down, but today, it fell down with only two swords from Wang Ping'an.

So is Wang Ping'an too strong, or is he really guided by the God of Creation as he said?

But no matter which possibility it is, it is not for them to comment.

We have to ask other people about this matter, and we have to see what happens after Jianmu collapses.

Now Jianmu is like a drunkard, swaying left and right, and in a few seconds, it will fall to the east.

Wang Ping'an watched quietly, waiting for the subsequent changes.

Want to see how Jianmu can wipe out all the demons in the world after it falls.

The effect is also soon apparent. A large number of demons besieging Jianmu were crushed to pieces by the falling Jianmu, and Jianmu is so high that it is more than tens of millions of miles. It fell and pressed all the way, directly pressing onto the sea.

And when it fell, it was still growing and growing, or rather, growing faster.

After a while, it seemed to break through the sky, creating a long plank road in the sky, as if it had split the sky in half.

Everyone was really stunned.

Jianmu split the sky.

And there was a strange "wall" wriggling in the split sky.

However, this "wall" was only a flash, and many people had no impression of it. It can be said that any memory of that scene was cleared in the next second.

Only Wang Pingan remembered it deeply.

He felt that he saw not only the "wall", but also the flesh and blood of the world, the internal organs of the world, and the bloody roots of the world...

Irrelevant memories kept surging in his mind, and the newly refined Yang Shen had undergone an irreversible "deformation" because of this.

Originally, his Yang Shen was composed of his own Taoism, but now it is mixed with other things. These things are inserted into his Yang Shen like a branding iron, stirring it around, disrupting his original Yang Shen structure, Taoism no longer exists, the spirit is confused, and there are many non-existent memories and thoughts.

But he thought that these were originally himself.

Wang Pingan just stood there alone, motionless.

"Wang Pingan? What's wrong with you?" A familiar yet unfamiliar voice suddenly came into his ears.

It was Bai A Ming, who came to his side at some point.

No, it should be that Wang Pingan stood there all night.

At this moment, Jianmu has fallen, and everything must be restored to its original state, because people are surprised to find that the world is undergoing a very decisive and incredible change.

Time is "flowing backwards".

But the time of the world is "flowing backwards", and the time of the living creatures still stays at the present, without moving a bit.

"I'm not Wang Ping'an." Wang Ping'an, who had come back to his senses, had a cold face, or should I say indifferent, looking down on the people in front of him and everything in the world, as if he could not take anything seriously.

"Who are you then? Forget it, forget about it, look, the demons are gone, what you said has come true." Bai A Ming pulled Wang Ping'an excitedly.

"Wang Ping'an" was naturally clear about what was happening at this moment, especially he saw the three people in front of him that others could not see.

The founders of the three religions.

Both sides looked at each other with cold eyes, and regarded each other as a mortal enemy.

"You are so shameless that you actually associate with the enemy." Wang Ping'an shouted.

The founders of the three religions did not argue about this matter, and they had already admitted that they had nothing to do with the resentful Gu God.

"Do you really want to live forever like this?"

The words of the founders of the three religions made Wang Ping'an unable to say the following sarcasm.

Who wants to sacrifice their eternal life in such a broken place? He was once a "young man with great ambition" of the demon race, and his future was bright. He dared not say that he would be able to save Daluo, but Taiyi still had some hope, and he would have the opportunity to be promoted to one of the 365 main stars in the Zhoutian stars in the future.

But all this was destroyed by Luo Zu.

"I should not be trapped here, but you should." Wang Ping'an suddenly smiled.

"Eternal life."

The three founders of the three religions did not understand what he meant. After all, they were originally from the same source. The news that Wang Ping'an received at this moment could also be received by them.

And Luo Zu, who was far away in Daluo Heaven, was omniscient in this world, so he naturally knew about this matter.

Luo Zu twisted this sudden message and was suspicious in his heart.

Thinking about the meaning of this message from the outside world.

But this information is no longer important for the result of the battle at this moment. Luo Zu has already won.

And this victory came easily. Since Wang Ping'an was born, Luo Zu has already anchored the current victory.

That is to say, the process will be more cumbersome and a little difficult.

But after Wang Pingan felled "Jianmu", all this could be resolved.

The sky that was briefly cut, the exposed roots of heaven and earth, was Luo Zu's goal.

And now, there is no need for Luo Zu to do anything, the three patriarchs can help him get rid of the remaining thoughts of the resentment Gu.

Although he was about to escape, Luo Zu was not anxious, after all, the saying that you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry is true.

If you are anxious, you may fall into the trap of the setter.

Thinking of this, Luo Zu suddenly flipped his hand again, and a group of essence floated from the void and fell in front of him, and then he pinched a spell.

"Return safely."

This group of essence changed with the spell, and finally turned into a figure.

It was Wang Pingan.