The real person of Cihang in the prehistoric

Chapter 121 Today I will not retreat even half a step, and I will be compassionate and clear-minded to suppress Feng Chiyan.
There was no joy in Cihang's eyes for defeating Zhu Rong, because in Cihang's heart this was an inevitable result, not to mention it was just a move. Zhu Rong's anger would never be due to the opponent's toughness. And when it is completely extinguished, his flame must burn until it burns out the enemy or is directly destroyed by his enemy. Only when there is no chance for it to burn can it stop.

Among the lotuses condensed by endless flames and falling rain, the figure belonging to Zhu Rong fell from the sky.

This is the first time in Cihang's life that he saw Zhu Rong's appearance during a battle. A giant dragon belonging to the avenue of fire condensed and appeared, winding around Zhu Rong's body. In his eyes without a trace of emotion, there was only a fierceness that burned everything. , Cihang's expression remained unchanged, but he was already telling himself in his heart that he already had a way to kill the dragon of the avenue of flames in front of him!
Zhu Rong's attacks no longer focus on grandeur and beauty. Fighting with fists and fists is Zhu Rong's attack style.

Every punch carried the general trend between heaven and earth, and every move carried the pressure of heaven and earth, as if it wanted to bend Cihang's spine, but is this possible?
Even for other monks and creatures, this is possible. After all, even veteran gods and demons like Taiyin Star Lord may change their behavior and attitude due to the threat of the Celestial Clan, let alone other creatures. What kind of attitude can there be between the brilliant world and the general trend?
But everything is never so perfect and unified. Cihang is one of the "rebels". For him, before such a glorious world trend, he still will not change his way, his own way. Unyielding in his duty, in his previous life, when countless tribulations came, even when the saints were unable to cope, Cihang still did not forget his own path.

Countless Dao charms converged on Cihang's body, and the Daolight belonging to the avenue of compassion emerged in Cihang's Qingyun. Every time a flaming fist fell, even if it could peel off and shatter the space, it could still be seen on Cihang's body. But it was only blocked by the compassionate charm of Cihang.

Cihang's face was a little pale. Even if Zhu Rong was just a being whose ability and strength were equivalent to the Hunyuan Golden Immortal, it was still a huge problem and challenge for Cihang. The power of heaven and earth was squeezing Cihang all the time. Tao body, countless traces of Tao rhyme belonging to the flame are burning the compassionate world belonging to Cihang at this moment.

He did not retreat. The white skirt of his clothes was still as white as cold snow. Cihang stood there, firmly not retreating.

The overwhelming flames were like ocean waves, pressing towards Cihang in front of him. Zhu Rong's rampant size and infinite power of heaven and earth pressed towards Cihang, but he still didn't leave. His clothes were still so white, in the fiery red. Among the flames, the snow-white color is the most eye-catching existence in the ancient world.

In Cihang's left hand, the golden net of merit still exists, and the red-gold light of humanity's merits is still shining.

He couldn't retreat. Cihang knew that he couldn't retreat. If he retreated, what would happen to the primitive creatures behind him?

He didn't know what the Pan Clan had planned, and he wouldn't care about it. He only knew that if the Pan Clan continued to act like this, the only thing that would greet all sentient beings in the wild was to surrender to the Pan Clan's rule. A "destruction" ending.

"continue."

The plain voice sounded like a mockery of Zhu Rong, and the flames on Zhu Rong's fist became more intense, "The little thief begs to be beaten!"

But with such a sound that sounded like thunder from the sky, Cihang's expression remained unchanged. He only knew that he was protecting all sentient beings in the wild, and he would not let go of the big net in his hands. Even if the Pan Clan had nothing to do with the Celestial Clan, He won't care about the plan. The only thing is that he can't touch the creatures in the prehistoric world.

For them, it seems that living now is a beautiful luxury. This is not the prehistoric world that Cihang thought in his heart, nor is it the prehistoric world that Cihang wants. In this case, Cihang will turn this prehistoric world into what he wants. It's so important.Whether it is preaching to sentient beings, offering sacrifices to heaven, or talking about the golden net of merit today, behind every action is the compassion that Cihang has practiced himself, even if Cihang wants to become the great deity in the prehistoric world. Same thing.

"The prehistoric chaos should not end like this. What it needs is an end, and this end comes from me!"

Cihang's footsteps stepped upward, and countless rules of mercy were continuously derived from his feet. The chain of rules belonging to the avenue of mercy was flying, and was tied to Zhu Rong according to Cihang's intention.

One chain of mercy rules, Zhu Rong can avoid it, ten chains of mercy rules, Zhu Rong can destroy them through the power of the avenue of fire, but what if the number continues to change, it becomes a hundred and a thousand, it becomes What about countless numbers?
So, could Zhu Rong still be able to unlock it at that time?
The Taoist rhyme of the Five Elements was flowing in Cihang's body, and the innate spiritual energy was swimming in Cihang's body without any hesitation. Countless mana belonging to Cihang was squandered by Cihang without a care, and countless Tao condensed from his feet. The chain of rules that came out can be seen.

His expression was still calm, as if he still had some room left instead of venting all his power. He knew he couldn't lose. Zhu Rong of the Pan clan could lose, but he couldn't lose.

Now he is not Cihang, who is under Yuqing's sect in Kunlun Mountain, because that Cihang can lose, and now Cihang, who represents the hope of all sentient beings in the wild, understands that he cannot lose today. If he loses, what will greet all sentient beings in the wild is hope. destruction and its own destruction.

There is no way he would lose for the sake of those creatures in the primitive world!

The weak wings of the spirit butterfly trembled slightly. Even though the delicate flowers have experienced countless withering and prosperity, they are still nurturing the soul and still want to go further. These creatures can do not give up. He Cihang, their teacher How can you say that you want to give up?
The rules of the Avenue of Mercy under his feet were like a white lotus, with Cihang stepping on it.

At the next moment, Cihang's figure appeared on Zhu Rong's head.

"Wantless cholera deserves punishment!"

The roaring sound of the Tao resounded through the world of the prehistoric world like a bell. At this time, Cihang's feet were no longer chains of rules. It was a road, a road that only belonged to Cihang.

That was condensed from the avenue of compassion that Cihang himself understood. Now Cihang is standing on his own avenue of compassion, pressing towards Zhu Rong. At this moment, the white and fiery red colors shine brightly!

(End of this chapter)