Prehistoric: Download the Saint's Cultivation at the Beginning

Chapter 295 Human Race Xuandu!

While the Suiren tribe was still looking at the baby boy in Nuwa's arms with enthusiasm on their faces.

But they didn't know about this vision, and the other human tribes seemed to explode.

Everyone was surprised as to why such visions appeared.

The auspicious omen in the sky made all the people of the Suiren tribe go out to watch, and then they were all surprised.

The auspicious beast formed from the five-colored clouds rushed down directly, and then hovered around the baby boy, jumping for joy.

Such a vision really makes people feel extremely surprised.

Jiang Chen was also a little curious about this vision, but he did not try to create these things.

At the same time, he could also feel that Nuwa didn't have it either, so the only explanation was that it was destiny.

At this time, in the chaos beyond the wilderness.

A continuous palace is wrapped in chaos. Looking from the outside, it is impossible to see the true appearance inside.

However, there are wisps of purple air shrouded in the haze, giving people an ethereal feeling.

At this time, in the Zixiao Palace, the main palace, an old figure sat quietly on the futon at the front of the palace.

The figure closed her eyes tightly, as if she had been sleeping for a long time.

The old man's gray eyebrows twitched, and then he slowly opened his eyes, which seemed to contain countless vicissitudes of life.

The eyes seemed to contain a whole world.

"Will the human race prosper? Or is it the will of heaven?"

This person is Taoist Hongjun, the old man murmured meaningfully, and then waved his palm.

An inexplicable energy spurted out from his palm, and then seemed to travel directly through the space and disappeared.

After thinking for a while, Hongjun closed his eyes again.

Although he is the spokesperson of Heavenly Dao, Heavenly Dao is extremely elusive. Even he attaches great importance to the will that Heavenly Dao occasionally exudes.

And his role is to suppress when someone violates the law of heaven and get the trajectory back on track.

After all, he is in line with the way of heaven. It can be said that he is not completely the way of heaven. This is somewhat similar to Heping Xin.

Because the tunnel also has its own will.

Although they can be the spokespersons of heaven and earth respectively, they cannot completely replace them.

In other words, the way of heaven is the way of heaven, and Hongjun is Hongjun, but sometimes, Hongjun can also be the way of heaven.

I am afraid that only Hongjun himself can fully understand the relationship between this.

Just when Hongjun felt a trace of the will of heaven in the dark, the two saints of the Western Sect also felt something.

At this time, Zhunti and Jieyin were no longer as high-spirited as before.

Ever since Jiang Chen taught in the West, the luck of the West has been deteriorating day by day.

Even the original members of the sect were lost to the Hinayana Buddhism established by Jin Chanzi, and so was their luck.

Although Jin Chanzi's cultivation level was too low for them, they did not dare to do anything to Theravada Buddhism.

After all, they knew who was standing behind Jin Chanzi.

With Jiang Chen's cultivation, even if the two of them join forces, they will not be rivals at all, if they do something to Theravada Buddhism.

If Jiang Chen is offended, their Western sect can't bear Jiang Chen making a big fuss again.

At this time, the two of them were sitting cross-legged under a lush old tree, but Zhunti, who had a sallow complexion, looked even thinner at this time.

And the look of sadness on Jie Yin's face seemed to be engraved on his face, and it was difficult to dissipate.

That extremely miserable look is somewhat similar to his title of Amitabha.

It is like a great Buddha who truly empathizes with the world. But at this time, both of them woke up from their stupor and looked towards the sky with strange eyes.

It seems that I feel something. Is this a sign of the prosperity of the human race?

The two of them looked at each other and saw an inexplicable meaning in each other's eyes.

The human race, Jiang Chen's race, although the two wanted to get a piece of the pie, when they thought of Jiang Chen, they felt a little worried.

With Jiang Chen's strong temperament, would he allow the two of him to interfere in this matter?

Why.

I sighed in my heart and gave up the idea with some reluctance.

Bajing Palace, Xuandu Cave.

I was in retreat in the cave, and suddenly I felt a strong force of luck bursting out from the northwest.

Then he closed his eyes and pointed, and then there was a hint of surprise in his indifferent eyes.

This...is this a sign that the human race is about to prosper? !

Doesn’t this mean that their human religion can also share in this wave of luck?

It can be seen from the ruling that the luck this time may not be small. If he can get this huge luck, he will be born.

Perhaps it is possible to break through the fourth heaven of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, which has stayed for countless years, or it is very possible to break through two heavens in a row.

After all, I have been at the peak of the Fourth Heaven for who knows how many years. I have already accumulated enough, and the only difference is chance.

Thinking of this, my face turned slightly rosy, just like the indifferent and indifferent Lao Tzu.

The great resurgence of the human race has just begun to show signs, and it must be related to the vitality that was felt some time ago.

I think it must be related to the newborn baby of the human race in that direction, but I don't know who it is.

With this leader, the great prosperity of the human race has become inevitable.

As his expression changed, Chuanyin Xuandu entered the cave.

"See Master!"

I saw a purple figure slowly walking in. The figure was slender and the waist was straight. The wind was blowing when he walked, and even the purple robe was fluttering with it.

It does feel a bit ethereal. The person who came has a handsome face, and the pupils in his eyes are as dark as sparkling stones, with a faint hint of blue light.

It was Xuandu who came to help him with his fists on Mount Xumi. At this time, Xuandu no longer had the bold and aggressive spirit of the past, but was much more restrained.

He must have looked much calmer than the youthful and energetic one back then, and there was actually a hint of indifference in his eyes that was unmistakable like his master's.

"kindness."

I looked at the only disciple in front of me and nodded with satisfaction. If it weren't for Jiang Chen, my disciple should be said to be the best second-generation disciple in the entire Xuanmen.

But Jiang Chen, who had a monster in front of him, covered up the light of Xuandu.

But if you look at the aura on his body, you will be surprised to find that Xuandu at this time must have reached the realm of the late Quasi-Saint.

His eyes changed slightly.

It seems that this disciple of his has put away his youthful and frivolous temper because of Jiang Chen.

I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.

However, this time, the human race has shown signs of great prosperity, and I thought that my disciple might be more suitable than myself.

After all, this disciple of his is a true member of the human race. With such a brilliant talent, he can be called the second best in the human race.

The first choice, of course, can only be my nephew Jiang Chen.

It was precisely because they were all from the human race that Xuan Du regarded Jiang Chen as his competitor.

But ever since he saw his senior brother Jiang Chen defeat the two saints of the Western Sect on Mount Sumeru, Xuandu gave up this thought.

He devoted himself to cultivation, just to keep up with his footsteps.

(End of this chapter)