Hong Huang: Storytelling Heavenly Tomb, Three Virgins Love

Chapter 143 Colorful Stone Crack, Sun Wukong is born!!

“Under the dome of the sky, the sky filled with multicolored stones seems to be gratifying at this moment!”

Su Mo continued, and the immortals and gods were immersed in this picture with his words.

I saw that on the nine snow clouds, in the bend, the originally broken heavenly cave had been filled with multicolored stones, but at this moment, Nuwa Niangniang looked at it coldly in front of the multicolored stone, and her eyes were full of mockery.

She does not have the slightest divine nobility, but is full of arrogance, invincible!

Nuwa sneered at the colorful stone: “You said you want to rebel against the gods? Hehe, you only deserve to be trampled under the feet of the gods!. You are only worthy to hang high above these nine heavens, watching the Terrans suffer from the disaster, you only deserve to sink in these eternal years, this is mortal, you can’t do anything! ”

On the Nine Snow Clouds, Nuwa’s voice was cold and fierce, echoing in this endless bend, like the sound of heavenly calamity.

And the colorful stone was sad in its heart, and its voice came: “You only know the wrath of God? You know mortals can be angry, too! ”

“The wind blows me from the sky, I make clothes to protect me from the cold, the wind and snow from the sky, I make houses to cover me with 2, the floods from the sky rush me, I can dredge rivers to irrigate!”

“Even if there are thousands of calamities, I also believe that people will be able to overcome the heavens!”

Although the colorful stone is just a stubborn stone, without hands and feet, without eyes and throat, it speaks the most angry words in its heart.

The immortals and gods were like in front of them, and their minds were full of the words of this stone.

Its words are like fire in the cold wind, like green leaves in the vast desert, like a lonely boat in the boundless sea…

This is hope, indomitability, and the determination to be fearless and to remain upright!

At this moment, everyone saw this multicolored stone.

But the stone has long lost its radiance, and it has been constantly blown by the wind above the nine heavens, shrouded in complete loneliness, and I don’t know how many years it will last.

When the Nuwa Saint of the Flood Wilderness saw this colorful stone, he couldn’t help but feel sad in his heart…

Does this stone also have such rich emotions and such unyielding fighting intent? After making up the heavens himself, the colorful stone was no longer useful, because this stone was extremely strong, it was the hardest stubborn stone in this time, and it could not be used for other purposes at all.

Stubborn stones cannot be transformed, and decaying wood cannot be carved.

Therefore, the Nuwa sage allowed him to fall into the mortal world, looking for his own chance to create it.

And at this moment, Nuwa Sage understood that the hardness of this stubborn stone was precisely its indomitable and unyielding backbone!

Although it is not a world, although it is not the same multicolored stone, the Nuwa sage has pity in his heart at this moment, just like seeing his child hanging alone in this cold sky, watching the tragedy of all things.

Watching them mournful and crying in the means of the gods, they did not know it at all, but they knelt down to the sky in confusion, shouting the names of those murderers in their mouths, and recognized the thieves as gods!

The Nuwa sage stretched out her hand to comfort the multicolored stone, but she couldn’t touch it, because they were not a world, not a time and space, nor a cause and effect.

Houtu Niangniang’s face was livid at the moment, and her beautiful eyes were already like a sword!

I didn’t expect that Nuwa in this world was so desperate, and such a punishment was countless times more vicious than killing it!

Killing people is not enough, and the heart is the cruelest thing.

Let the colorful stones watch people go through calamities in the mortal world forever, and this will never stop, because the gods absorb the power of mortal faith and live forever, but mortals are like cattle, sheep and livestock in the field, squeezed dry, dead, generation after generation, eternal life and eternal service to the gods.

This is an act of grinding out the Dao Heart for the Colorful Stone!

In the flood world, this is the cruelest act in the whole world, the most unforgivable act, and it is a taboo that the heavenly way will not make.

Houtu sighed.

This is not something she can interfere in, she can’t control it, even if she is an authentic saint, even if she is the founder of the six realms of reincarnation, but this is not a world.

When the powerhouses of the demon race and the dragon clan saw such a scene, they were also embarrassed in their hearts.

The two clans were once the overlords of the three realms of the Flood and Wilderness, dominating the entire era, but in the end, they also sank to their current status under the suppression of the Heavenly Dao.

And they also knew that they themselves had caused too much killing, which damaged the heavens and peace, so they attracted immeasurable robbery, which was their fate.

The original resentment in their hearts suddenly disappeared after seeing the fate of the colorful stones.

Compared with the colorful stones, their experience was really not tragic, and the immortals sighed in their hearts.

What a cruel act this is, I didn’t expect Nuwa to be so cruel to a stone, how sad is this world?

The high gods are happy above the nine heavens, and all the karma is also negative for these mortals in the lower realm to bear, so many calamities, calamities…

What did the gods bring to mortal beings?

Just endless pain, and hypocrisy, lies!

At this point, the screen continues…

Nuwa’s icy eyes fell on the colorful stone, and she said coldly: “Wangu hurry, you will never return!” ”

The words followed, the thunder and lightning followed, and it split on the body of the colorful stone, but the colorful stone has already experienced the most painful thing in the world, and there has long been no fluctuation, and it sneered: “If I return, with a purple-gold crown of phoenix wings on my head, if I die in battle, wearing chain gold armor, if I abandon goodness, I will give up my silk and walk in the clouds, if I hate it, I will lose nine turns of iron rod!” ”

The words of the colorful stones echoed above the heavens, suddenly making the wind and clouds surge, and the ghosts cried and howled.

A blazing sun flame like the fire of the great sun faintly appeared in front of everyone’s eyes, exuding an aura of arrogance over heaven and earth, and one of the figures was changing from small to large, seemingly crossing from eternity!

His whole body was filled with heavenly and earthly fighting intent, like a sharp sword rushing into the sky, like a ghost head knife stained with thousands of blood on the battlefield, like the only righteous qi in heaven and earth.

This battle intent alarmed the entire heavens, as if injecting a clarity into this turbid world, throwing a sporadic fire into the three realms of right and wrong, black and white, wanting to burn all evil and hypocrisy!

The rushing battle intent made all the immortal gods boil in their hearts, and it seemed to be the savior who descended from the hope of countless mortal spirits!

He is dressed in gold armor and shines brightly, and his head is reflected in a golden crown. Holding a golden hoop rod in his hand, his feet and shoes are all commensurate. A pair of strange eyes like stars, both ears over the eyebrows and hard.

Standing up is a lot of change, and the voice is as loud as a bell!

Everyone saw clearly that this was the Monkey King, and this was the hope that all sentient beings were waiting for.

Airplanes…

The picture suddenly shook, and everyone’s eyes were dazzled, it turned out that what was just now was just an illusion.

But just when they were lost, they suddenly realized that the earth-shattering battle intent was not fake, and what was the sound of that inexplicable fluctuation?

They turned their heads to look at where the multicolored stones were.

“Click…”

In the nine snows, the multicolored stones cracked!