"Yes!"
Xuan Ming was also a little puzzled.
The human race can accommodate many laws and supernatural powers except for its high understanding.
"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?"
Hou Tu felt more and more ominous.
She always felt that this matter became very strange.
As the two were talking, they suddenly saw stars in the sky, sprinkling towards Buzhou Mountain.
"The gods in the sky have taken action."
Hou Tu was very happy.
Di Jun will definitely take action as the god comes forward.
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.
Seeing the stars in the sky, his 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.
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.
Di Jiang activated the magical power of space, went to various tribes, mobilized the powerful witches of the witch clan, and began to search everywhere.
The stars 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.
So much noise naturally caused all living beings in the prehistoric world 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? 】
The faces of many great masters are complicated and ask in the Chat Channel of the Prehistoric World.
[Fuxi: Heaven is arresting the demonic saint Luohu. On the vast land, there are many places where creatures die, and they can be rewarded. Heaven will have its own reward! 】
When seeing the news from Fuxi, the expressions of many great masters changed.
The Heavenly Court 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, I 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.
Thinking 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 underworld 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, all the people in the Fengxi tribe are 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 Leader, I will check it."
Suiren set up a ball of red light and flew out of the ancestral land directly, preparing to check it.
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 Mary let me go out?" "Suiren Shi looked puzzled.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
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 Swallow Palace, Nuwa's eyes were empty and she 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 Way 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.
The way of heaven 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 and be free.
This is the path that practitioners should take.
But not the saint who seems to be high and above, but in fact it is like a puppet controlled by others.
Lihentian, in the Eight Scenery Palace, the expression of the Taiqing Saint has not changed at all.
He seemed to have some sense of this.
With a gentle flutter in his hand, a Taiqing Immortal Light flew into the thirty-third heaven and fell directly on the Xuandu of the Fufeng Tribe.
Xuan Du felt a ball of inspiration emitted from his body.
Sense the familiar breath, he was a little surprised. "Master..." Xuan was a little puzzled, but he didn't have time to study it carefully and continued to arrange the magic circle.
Recently, news came that the human race had a strange epidemic.
The body of the deceased is dry and the soul of the soul is destroyed.
The Fufeng Tribe does not have such a thing yet.
In order to prevent, Xuan Du is using his own magic power to arrange formations for the tribe.
Those are several simple formations in the Taoist saints of Taiqing and his Taoist Techniques. They can only be said to be better than nothing.
But this is also a way for Xuandu to hold the box.
At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, Luohu and Kunpeng looked at the stars in the sky with a calm expression. "The ancestor witch and the heavenly emperor have all taken action!" Kunpeng's eyes were flashing with divine light, and he was a little proud. "Yes, they are leaving, Great Sage Kunpeng, it's time for you to do it now!" Luohu looked at Kunpeng and ordered.
"I'm very curious, why have you refused to take action?"
"It's a casual matter to directly kill the twelve ancestor witches with your means. Isn't it better to get their essence and blood?"< br>
Kunpeng did not rush to start, but asked out his doubts.
"The ancestor witch cannot die now."
Rahu did not explain too much, but just looked at the sky.
"Can't you die?"
"Then why did you lend the power to the Dongwanggong last time? He almost killed the twelve ancestor witches!"
Kunpeng was even more puzzled.
"When this matter is over, I will tell you!"
"Take the opportunity and start quickly."
"My power must suppress the breath of your body for you and avoid being investigated by other saints and emperors." Luohu spoke up. (This chapter ends)