Extreme madness

The prehistoric world is indeed as Chen Yuyang said, it is not a very harmonious place.The battle of the six realms of hell is just the beginning of another battle in the prehistoric world.In the battle of saints in the prehistoric land, the competition is only luck, there is no right or wrong, not even good or bad.

This is a very big chess game, and everyone seems to become a pawn in it consciously or unconsciously, and no one can escape.Just like a saint, even if he has his own definition in the dark, he still has to walk on the wheel of history.And Chen Yuyang became the witness of this chess game.

In this long time and space, he can see the ending of everyone, but he can't change it. Maybe this is also a kind of sadness!Therefore, he got used to jumping out of this game of chess, looking at all the people and everything in this world with such an indifferent expression, without any ripple in his heart.

Disharmony, in fact, this world is like the human world, how many harmonious places can there be?

However, no matter in the human world or in the prehistoric world, there is only one law that is eternal, and that is the strong prey on the weak.Because, no matter what the living environment is, this is a theorem in nature after all.It won't change for anyone.Zhunti, Jieyin, Styx, Houtu, everyone should have understood long ago.

Above the sea of ​​blood, the Styx roared continuously, and the son of the blood god surrounded Zhunti like a boundless ghost.However, he could only fly and drift feebly outside Zhun Ti's golden body.The Qibao Miaoshu in Zhunti's hand burst out with dazzling golden light like thousands of eyes, and the golden light radiated in all directions, forming a powerful obstacle, blocking Styx's Blood God Son and Abi Yuantu from the sea of ​​blood.

"Amitabha, Fellow Daoist of Minghe, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn back to the shore, if you don't get enlightened now, when will you wait!"

Zhunti's voice was ethereal, and the singing of the Buddha's voice accompanied by the fragrance of Bodhi was so intoxicating that even the four Asura demon kings above the sea of ​​blood felt their bodies were shaking.With a long spear in his hand, Bo Xun looked at Zhunti who was covered in Buddha's light with resentful eyes, and roared loudly: "Zhunti, don't bully people too much, I will fight with you!"

The gap in realm After all, the gap in realm cannot be erased by being brave and fearless.Bo Xun Demon King's spear came straight towards Zhunti, a disdainful smile suddenly appeared on Zhunti's benevolent face, he shook his head in compassion and sighed: "Ants are just ants, how can they shake the sky!"

Flicking his sleeves lightly, with indescribable ease and innocence, a bloody light suddenly spread over the entire sea of ​​blood, and blood mist flew everywhere.A generation of demon king Bo Xun, the first great supernatural power born in the Asura clan, just disappeared in the blood mist, without taking away a speck of dust, leaving only a mournful howl and the unwillingness of the Asura clan .

Looking from a distance, Ming He's old eyes flashed a faint tear.In this prehistoric world, even great supernatural beings have feelings, even Hongjun.Otherwise, Hongjun would not have sat down on things that violated the law of heaven, and Styx was no exception.

"Bo Xun~~~" Styx's roar was incomparably bleak, with a feeling of penetrating heaven and earth.A pair of hateful eyes stared fiercely at Zhunti in the void, Zhunti was still smiling, as if the life that had just passed away was no different from ants in his eyes.

"Fellow Taoist Styx, follow the poor monk to the Western Bliss! Why bother?" Zhun Ti once again tried to persuade Styx, but he didn't know that he had angered a very terrifying person, Styx Although he is not a saint, but above this sea of ​​blood, he is also an existence equivalent to a saint.

Creaking, Ming He gritted his teeth, and roared angrily: "Zhunti, you should give up your heart~ You traitor of Taoism, my ancestor, I disdain to be with you. You betrayed Daozu back then, Uncle Qingyang spared your life, and now you dare to attack me, Blood Sea and Liu Dao, Uncle Qingyang will not let you go!"

When Minghe mentioned Chen Yuyang at this moment, he naturally had his intentions, but Zhunti seemed to trust his own judgment and the power of him and Yingying a little too much.He didn't take Minghe's words into his heart at all, and laughed loudly: "Daoist Minghe, don't use the name of master uncle to oppress me. The foundation of the six realms and the three realms is originally destined for my Buddhism, and the poor monk just obeyed the destiny. Why! Uncle Master will not punish us!"

As he said that, Zhunti's faint eyes swept across the battlefield above the sea of ​​blood, the Asura clan retreated steadily, while the children of his own Buddhist sect were rushing towards the dawn of victory with the momentum of sweeping thousands of troops.Zhunti nodded in satisfaction, raised the Qibao Miaoshu in his hand again, and the whole sea of ​​blood was once again turbulent.

The Jiuyou Blood Sea is the dirtiest place in the world.But the strange thing is that the Nine Nether Blood Sea is adjacent to the six realms of reincarnation in the west and three thousand weak waters in the east.Weak water is not something that should exist in the world. There are three thousand weak waters, but birds can't fly, and feathers can't float.It can be said that it is the current that coexists with the sea of ​​blood in this prehistoric world.

However, the sea of ​​blood is the illusion of the dirty blood in the belly of the Great God Pan Gu, and it is the dirtiest thing on the prehistoric land.But Ruo Shui is just the opposite, he is the purest water on the prehistoric land.Pure white crystal like transparent pearls.Weak water has its own soul, calm and silent, staying on the shore of the sea of ​​blood.

At this moment, above the weak water, a figure stood with hands behind his back, with a faint smile in his eyes.The breeze blew, lifted the hem of the man's clothes, and made a rattling sound.The white gown, as before, was still as clean as snow, but the slight smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to have a bit of contempt.

"Since it's out, let's show up and see it!" The young man's voice was soft like the sound of nature, causing waves and ripples in the weak water.

At some point, two figures appeared behind the young man.The two were wearing Taoist robes and shook their heads at the same time.One person is wearing a purple Taoist robe, with a fairy-like demeanor.A person in a pale yellow Taoist robe, with long eyebrows hanging on his chest, with a faint smile on his face, so unpredictable that people can't see black and white clearly.Who are these two people, Hongjun and Yangmei?

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately!! Hehe, hehe~~" the young man said lightly, with a hint of anger and mockery in his voice.

Hongjun shook his head again, and said: "Buddhism, the truth of Buddhism, the essence of Taoism, let's talk about him from left to right!"

Yang Mei also smiled helplessly, looking at the direction of the sea of ​​blood with narrowed eyes, the slight blood color was obviously imprinted in his eyes, he could only say helplessly: "Old Hongjun Friends, your disciple Zhunti is the most hypocritical. It turns out that this is the so-called putting down the butcher knife and becoming a Buddha immediately."

Hongjun's face suddenly turned pale and ugly.

The young man was covered with a sneer, the corners of his clothes being blown up by the wind, and said with a sneer, "Three thousand weak waters are a place to kill people! What a pity, what a pity~"