Prehistoric: At the beginning of the sword cut the statue of Nuwa

Chapter 59 All Saints Gather, Are You Finished?

Just after that, the prehistoric peoples understood one thing, the contemporary emperor of the human race would never allow the ten thousand races to share even a sliver of luck from the human race.

Unless, the same benefits can be exchanged.

The wedding ceremony was very simple. After Di Xin took Empress Jiang to pay homage to the Human Race Xianxian Temple, Nuwa and Yunxiao, who had put on red dresses earlier, followed them to pay homage to the Human Race Xianxian Temple, and were escorted into the harem by guards.

All the rituals of worshiping the heaven and the earth were abolished by Di Xin.

He is the emperor of man, heaven and earth, and he is not worthy of his worship.

After Empress Jiang returned to the harem with Nuwa and Yunxiao, Dixin stepped into the sky with his hands behind his back, his eyes gleaming with golden light, and the terrifying majesty of the imperial way pervaded the entire prehistoric world.

The highlight of this wedding has only officially begun at this moment.

"Tongtian, it's up to you to fulfill your promise."

Di Xin's mighty voice exploded throughout the prehistoric world, and the mighty gazes of the prehistoric peoples gathered at this moment to sing Chaoge.

What kind of promise has been reached between Tongtian and Renhuang? This is the only doubt in their hearts.

Yunxiao married the Emperor, Jiejiao and the human race, shouldn't they be allies?

"Tongtian, congratulations on the emperor's wedding."

In an instant, Tong Tian's figure stepped out from Jin'ao Island and arrived in front of the Temple of the Human Race's Sages. With no expression on his face, he bowed slightly towards the Temple of the Human Race's Sages.

"boom!"

In an instant, above the sky, there was a loud thunder that shook the entire prehistoric world.

Boundless dark clouds filled the entire sky. This was the wrath of the will of the prehistoric world, making the entire prehistoric place gloomy, and the sound of thunder rolling was breathtaking.

What is the status of Tongtian, the pioneer of the prehistoric world, transformed by Pangu's primordial spirit, has [-]% of the merits of opening the sky, and is protected by the will of the world, even Luo Hu Hongjun and other chaotic gods and demons dare not touch him in the slightest.

Hongjun also dared to accept Sanqing as his disciple after he had proved the Tao and had mastered the jade plate of good fortune.

The ancestor of the prehistoric race was full of shock.

What kind of agreement was reached between Jiejiao and the human race?

But now at least one thing has become clear, that is, in this agreed wedding, Jujiao is the weaker party.

Among the Sanqing, Tongtian is the most proud, with a rebellious personality, with a Qingping sword, he has killed countless gods and demons, and how many ethnic groups have been wiped out.

What did Human Sovereign do to make Tongtian bow his head to him.

Countless powerful hearts are full of shock and inconceivable.

"Master!" Not far away, Qiong Xiao and Bi Xiao, who were wearing maid costumes, had rosy eyes, and couldn't bear to look at Tong Tian who was bowing his waist.

How arrogant and arrogant the former Tongtian was.

"Master." In the palace, Yun Xiao muttered to himself, as if he wanted to kneel down.

In her opinion, Tongtian lowered his arrogant head because of her persecution to stop the teaching.

"Yunxiao, don't forget your identity."

Nuwa standing next to Yunxiao frowned, and said in a low voice: "Your current status is the concubine of the emperor of the human race. You don't kneel to the sky or the ground."

"If you want your three sisters to stay in Chaoge safely and let the luck of the race bless you, you'd better put your identity right."

Yun Xiao trembled all over, glanced hastily at Di Xin who was standing above the sky, and quickly stood up straight.

That's right, she is now the imperial concubine of the human race, and even the deputy leader of Jiejiao. In terms of status, she is not inferior to Tongtian.

If she knelt down, it would be equivalent to bowing her head to the human race.

With Emperor Xin's proud character, he will definitely not tolerate it.

She could see that in Di Xin's heart, he was extremely proud of his identity as a human race. Pride, this pride had been deeply integrated into his bones, deep in his soul, and he would never allow anyone to desecrate him.

"Thank you Saint Nuwa for your advice." Yun Xiao thanked softly, full of fear in her heart, she was sure that although Di Xin was watching Tong Tian at this time, he must also be paying attention to her actions.

"Call me sister."

Nuwa's face was indifferent, and she looked at Di Xin without turning her eyes, her eyes were extremely complicated: "We are all his concubines now, although we are all for our own interests, but the concubine of the human race will never It cannot be erased."

"Also, am I still a saint?"

The corner of Nuwa's mouth curled up, and there was some self-mockery in her eyes.

"Crack!"

At this moment, cracks appeared on the tall and solid walls of the Temple of the Sages of the Human Race. It seemed that they could not bear the oppression of the will of heaven and earth brought about by Tongtian's worship, and they were about to burst and collapse.

Tong Tian stood up straight, with a smile in his eyes, looked up at Di Xin with a majestic expression, and said with a smile: "Human Emperor, do you want me to continue worshiping?"

"Hahaha, my Sanqing is the orthodox sect of Pangu, the world is not worthy of my worship, let alone the dead sages of the mere human race."

At this time, a majestic laugh echoed in the prehistoric world, but faintly, a hint of gloom could be heard in the voice.

The next moment, Yuanyuan and Lao Tzu appeared side by side in the sky, the saint traveled, purple air filled three thousand miles, and the supreme holy power filled the sky.

Yuanyuan gave Tongtian a cold look, as if he wanted to take out the Pangu banner and kill him on the spot.

He has always been proud of his authentic Pangu identity.

In his opinion, although Tongtian's worship opened a crack in the temple of the sages of the human race, it also desecrated the orthodox dignity of Pangu.

Lao Tzu looked indifferent, and sighed softly, and looked at Di Xin: "Human Emperor, let's stop now."

"The completion of the Temple of the Sages of the Human Race has already condensed the belief and luck of the infinite human race."

"Once it collapses, the faith of the human race will inevitably be shattered, and luck will be lost."

Hong Huang's power was extremely shocking, and the bad premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

The two saints, Yuanyuan and Laozi, also arrived.

Could it be that their previous speculation was true.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, the magnificent Buddha's voice spread between the heaven and the earth, and the golden lotus bloomed all over the sky.

Zhunti and Jieyin walked up to the sky above Chaoge, clasped their hands together and said to Di Xin, "Western religion, congratulations on the emperor's wedding."

After the congratulations, a gloomy look flashed in Zhunti's eyes, and he sneered: "Human Emperor, although Tongtian is not holy, he is a former saint after all, with great merits and virtues in him, how can he be worshiped by the sages of the human race."

He has never forgotten the matter of being plotted by Di Xin. If Hongjun and Sanqing did not allow Western religions to enter the East, he would have settled with the human race long ago.

This time, I came here at the invitation of Renhuang Nuwa and Sanqing.

But they all understand that the gathering at this time is only because of the same goal, and it is just a disagreement between the face and the heart, and Zhunti is extremely happy to cause some trouble for the emperor.

It would be a pleasure to force the Emperor to bow his head on the day of the Emperor's wedding.

Di Xin glanced at the saints indifferently. His tall body was straight and straight, like an ancient mountain, and he was on the same level as them. He said coldly, "Is it all over?"

　As usual, ask for a recommendation ticket. The author is stuck. Let the deity clear up his thoughts and plot. Before tomorrow afternoon, it will be delivered at three o'clock.

　　


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