My Taoism leads to the prehistoric

Chapter 43 Good guy, do you even dare to arrange Daozu?

The Taoist narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I would like to hear more about it!"

Han Shou was intoxicated and eloquently said: "The one who made man proved the Tao... proved the Tao and became a saint, and proved the Tao with great...great merit!"

Regarding Nuwa, Han Shou has too many bad things to vomit, and this time he found the opportunity to speak fluently:

"Ancestor Dao...Ancestor Dao said that there are three ways to prove the Tao Hunyuan, one of which is to prove the Tao with strength!"

"Secondly, behead the three corpses to prove the truth!"

"Third, prove the way with great merit!"

"Xiaoxiu is not a saint, so I don't know which of the three paths to enlightenment is better or worse."

"Anyway, a saint is immortal, untouched by cause and effect, and never worn out!"

"The strength and weakness among saints only affect after proving the Dao, this... Xiaoxiu has nothing to say about this!"

"Xiaoxiu only felt that after the female saint proved the Tao, she seemed to be... stupid!"

"Obviously full of king bombs, but in the end, I became a big loser who didn't kiss my uncle and didn't hurt my grandma!"

Middle-aged Taoist:? ? ?
Frowning: "What do you mean?"

"Just... among all the saints, she was the first to testify, with the thickest cards, but she lost the most at the end."

Alcohol can make people high.

Han Shou was extremely excited at this time, but the only trace of clarity left made him remember certain things that could not be said.

"The entire human race was created by that person. In other words, the luck of the human race can occupy at least nine layers, not to mention the tenth floor?"

"But what about her?"

"Ignore it after making it, and even treat it as ignorant when the human race is in danger of genocide!"

"Let the human race struggle to survive in the wild!"

The middle-aged Taoist interrupted: "The human race is in danger of genocide? Why doesn't the poor Taoist know?"

Han Shou chuckled: "This matter will definitely happen in the future, especially before the decisive battle between the two Lich clans!"

"Ok?"

"What is the relationship between the danger of the extermination of the human race and the two clans of Liches?"

When mentioning the Lich battle, Dayi subconsciously raised his head and glanced at Han Shou.

"Ex...Senior, believe me, this will definitely happen!"

Han Shou's confused mind was full of thoughts. At least, he also knew that the demon clan slaughtered the human race just to refine the witch sword, so he found another reason.

"Think about it, there are countless prehistoric races, but how many races have both the ability to reproduce and expand the human race, and have a lot of wisdom?"

"The Witch Clan is limited to breeding with bloodlines, and it is difficult to expand the number of clans."

"The number of monster races is huge, but this huge number is due to the abundance of prehistoric aura, and the reason why countless beasts, plants, and even birds and aquariums continue to mature and become new monster races."

"If one day the spiritual energy decays, can the monster race continue to breed and change from generation to generation?"

The middle-aged Taoist was startled, and slowly shook his head: "How can the prehistoric aura decay?"

The more Han Shou said, the more reasonable he felt.

This random reason is even more reliable than slaughtering a clan and refining a witch sword?

"Why can't the prehistoric spiritual energy decay?"

"According to Xiaoxiu's knowledge, the spiritual energy at the beginning of the Great Desolation was much stronger than the current spiritual energy."

"The first calamity was measured, the Great War of the Three Clans nearly shattered the Great Desolation, the Demon Ancestor Luohu rose from the West, and when it finally fell, there was almost no grass growing in the West."

"After measuring the calamity once, has the prehistoric aura weakened?"

The Taoist frowned and secretly pinched his fingers to calculate.

When Nuwa took shape, it was the heyday of the dragon, phoenix, and unicorn tribes fighting for hegemony. Her roots were extremely strong and her growth rate was rapid.

In the Daluojin Fairyland, the need for spiritual energy is already dispensable.

If you want to go further, you must understand more rules.

Therefore, although I have noticed the weakness of spiritual energy, I don't take it to heart. When I become a saint, I don't need spiritual energy at all.

Where can I pay attention to the problem of the decay of aura in the whole prehistoric world?
Not only Nuwa, but all the six saints today have the same experience as her. They all know that the spiritual energy decays, but they don't pay attention to the problems that will be caused after the decay.

The sage says he knows the past and the future, but in fact the future has countless changes. The sage can only choose one of these countless futures, and try his best to calculate and manipulate the general situation so that the future he chooses can come.

If the sage is really omniscient and omnipotent, how can there be a great battle between the gods and the Taoist sect, which will greatly reduce luck and give Buddhism a chance to flourish?
The middle-aged Taoist frowned, and pondered: "So, do you think that the Wu Clan will eventually become the protagonists of the world?"

Glancing at Dayi who had a hint of sarcasm on his face, the Taoist hesitated for a moment and did not try to isolate Dayi from Han Shou's words.

Obviously, the witch was listening to Han Shou's words as a joke, and didn't believe a word of it.

Han Shou shook his hand, his body almost fell to the ground.

"The Witch Clan won?"

"how is this possible?"

"The final result of the Lich War must be a loss for both sides, and everyone will withdraw from the position of the protagonist of the prehistoric world!"

The Taoist was surprised: "How do you say that?"

Han Shoumi stared, sneered and pointed to the sky.

"One Dao ancestor doesn't allow it!"

"The two saints are not allowed!"

The Taoist couldn't help but slap Han Shou to ashes. There should be a limit to this nonsense, right?What's more, this little yin soldier dared to call her stupid!

Daozu forbid?

Saints don't allow it?

My Nuwa is a saint, why don't I know?

Han Shou lowered his voice: "Senior, if you think about it carefully, the primordial purple energy is gone. Of course, only the Taoist ancestor will know if there is any."

"But there is a high probability that it is gone!"

"Otherwise, when there were three thousand people in the Zixiao sect, why did Daozu only take out seven primordial purple qi? Not more?"

The corner of the Taoist's mouth rose.

Hey, little yin soldier, do you still know the primordial purple energy?

"Seven pieces of Primordial Purple Qi were separated, six of them proved the Dao, and the last one disappeared after falling from the red cloud. Even if someone got it secretly, it would not be those two in the heavenly court."

"Those two in the Heavenly Court want to prove the Dao and become holy. How can they prove it if they don't have the Primordial Purple Qi?"

"With the victory of the Lich War, bring the luck of the protagonist of the Monster Race world and prove the way with strength?"

The Taoist laughed, "Why not?"

"Of course not!"

"If they succeed, there will be two more saints. The prehistoric luck is limited. The existing saints think that luck is not enough. Is it possible to allow the two monsters to prove their way and then reduce the existing luck?"

"Senior, if you are a saint instead, can you agree?"

Taoist: ...

"That's why Xiaoxiu said that saints don't allow it!"

"Let's talk about why the ancestors didn't allow it, because the monster race is tyrannical, and most of the monster race who have gained wisdom like to kill and destroy, just like the witch race."

"Look, the monster clan is not only fighting with the witch clan, but the clan is still killing endlessly. It's easy to destroy mountains and rivers."

"The individual strength of the ethnic group is too strong, and it will definitely cause great damage to the wild land, and it is very possible to even smash the wild land!"

"The Dao ancestor fits the way of heaven, but if the prehistoric world does not exist, where does the way of heaven come from?"

"Therefore, Daozu will never allow it!"

The corner of the middle-aged Taoist's mouth twitched, and he really wanted to get as far away from this daring little pawn as possible.

Good guy, do you even dare to choreograph Daozu?

Seeing the Taoist's face full of shock, Han Shou felt drunk, and his whole body was full of confidence:

"In this prehistoric age, if the ancestor of the Dao didn't allow it, and the six great sages wouldn't allow it, how could the two clans of liches not suffer from both sides?"

Nuwa, who had transformed into a middle-aged Taoist priest, was shocked.

Calculating silently, his eyes opened wider and wider, and there was a flash of shock in his eyes when he saw Han Shou.

She calculated the outcome of the Lich War just now, and the countless possibilities for the prehistoric future have been greatly reduced. On the contrary, there are more and more possibilities for the future where the two races will perish together.

……

In the chaos, Zixiao Palace.

On the futon is an old man with a height of six feet, who is wandering in the sky.

This old man is the Hongjun Daozu who fits the Dao of Heaven!

Suddenly, as if he sensed something, he slowly opened his eyes and pinched his fingers to calculate, but after a long time of calculation, he found nothing.

"Amazing!"

"There are signs of some leaks in my layout?"

"Which one of my six disciples counted?"

"Before that, Hongyun's primordial purple aura also disappeared, and it has not returned to the hands of the poor!"

"Could it be that... the one who escaped has appeared?"

"Fifty avenues, forty-nine Tianyan, escape to one."

"If the escaped one shows up, it will be the time of the immeasurable calamity. How can the second time of the calamity appear before the end?"

Daozu frowned, feeling a little more worried.

(End of this chapter)