Maternal sign for three years, you say I am Nezha

“Yuan Shi Tianzun can’t be defeated, otherwise, what will be the face of my Heavenly Dao Saint? A Mrs. Yin suppressed my Six Saints, and this matter, this seat does not agree. ”

The Junti Saint spoke, his face gloomy to the extreme.

The next moment, he stood up directly and went straight to the east.

However, the voice of the saint made him freeze directly on the spot.

“If Yuan Shi Tianzun is defeated and Xuanmen’s luck is reduced, this may not be a good thing for me in the West.”

There was a hint of embarrassment in the voice of the receiving saint.

For a while, the body of the Junti Saint froze directly in place.

Immediately afterwards, the other party took two steps backwards and sat cross-legged under the Bodhi tree again.

A solemn look on his face.

As if there was no anger at all just now.

“Senior Brother is right, let’s wait and see for a while!”

The Junti Saint spoke, his voice full of indifference.

For a while, even the six-winged golden cicada was stunned for a while.

Saints, aren’t they all already ancient?

How now…

At this time, the six-winged golden cicada even had a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

He even felt that this saint’s fickle nature was even more excessive than the nine-tailed Scorpio who followed him.

Airplanes……

The golden light of Bodhi shrouded Meru, and for a time, countless creatures on Mount Meru were all extremely religious.

Including the six-winged golden cicada, there was no longer any previous suspicion.

In its place was a wave of respect and awe.

“Hey… The task of revitalizing our West is arduous and long, and the Longhan catastrophe has knocked the West to collapse. ”

“The Dao Demon Dispute has also turned the West into a battlefield. Western ancestral roots were cut off. ”

“Even if you and I tried our best, we only left some golden cicadas, mice, mosquitoes, and scorpions on this Mount Meru.”

“Those who have deep roots are all in the East.”

“Senior brother, you are right, if this Mrs. Yin wins, Xuanmen’s luck will decline, and when the time comes, we will preach to the East, maybe I will be prosperous in the West, right at this moment!”

There was a hint of excitement in the voice of the Junti Saint.

Nothing bothered him more than the revitalization of the West.

He is the second saint of the West, seemingly infinitely beautiful, but in fact it is not like that at all.

At that time, the Zixiao Palace was conferred a holy throne, and the ancestor of Hongyun gave way to the seat, and he was allowed to drive Kunpeng away.

Thus received two holy thrones.

It’s just that even if they get the Hongmeng Purple Qi, they can’t realize it for a long time.

Seeing Sanqing become holy, Xuanmen’s luck soared.

And Nuwa Niangniang became holy with merit and became the fourth saint of the Flood Wilderness.

But the two of them were unable to comprehend the mystery of Hongmeng Purple Qi.

In desperation, the two brothers directly opened up another way and issued a grand wish to revitalize the West.

Turn the Western evil land into a blessed land.

It may also be that the avenue is in pursuit of the balance between the east and the west, or the barrenness of the western land, even the avenue can not stand it.

In short, after the two of them made a great wish, the Dao Dao directly lowered the opportunity, allowing the two brothers and brothers to stand on the ground and become holy.

It’s just that everything comes at a price.

In the western land, the ancestral veins are severed.

The spiritual root almost collapsed.

To rebuild the great West is a dream.

It’s just that the two people who made the big wish, but there is no way, they owe the merit of the Dao, and they must repay it.

Otherwise, the avenue will fall.

Don’t say that they are Heavenly Dao Saints.

Even if they are Hongjun Daozu, it is estimated that they will be chopped to death on the spot.

It was precisely because of this that they refined endless chaos and turned into spiritual energy in the posture of saints.

Scattered over the western land.

Although it had little effect, at least they got things done.

Because of this, the Receiving Saint had almost bound himself to Mount Meru.

Every moment is refining chaos and feeding back the Western spiritual root.

I hope that one day, this ancestral vein of the Western earth can be revitalized.

The Junti saints, on the other hand, walked on the desolate land.

Grab people, treasures, and opportunities.

One sentence: This treasure has a relationship with the poor road, which makes many floods and desolations scold in their hearts.

However, there is no way, people are saints, and they can’t beat others themselves.

It can only be left to the other party’s search.

Now, there’s a chance.

If Yuan Shi Tianzun is defeated, then Xuanmen’s luck will inevitably be reduced, and he will take the opportunity to preach in the West.

Perhaps, it will be possible to redevelop the West. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Of course, the most important thing is that as saints, they must not always do the kind of thing of refining chaos and transforming aura.

They are saints, not tools of chaotic transformation.

“This Yuanshi Daoist, you can’t win!”

The Junti saint’s gaze had a hint of anger in it, and he couldn’t sit still and wanted to go to the east.

If only he could secretly Yin this Yuan Shi Daoist friend.

Maybe the revitalization of the West will become?

Just when the two Western saints were trying to calculate the Yuan Shi Tianzun.

Kurihiro no No, Tai Sutian, in the palace.

Nuwa Niangniang looked at the battle of Chen Tangguan with a solemn expression.

Mrs. Yin’s mythical Da Luo realm, standing in the river of time, fighting with the saints of the Heavenly Dao.

“This flood is really about to change!”

“I don’t know if this seat is right or wrong to participate in the God Sealing Tribulation this time! However, that Di Xin, indeed damn it, mortal body, vainly trying to desecrate this palace, is simply presumptuous! ”

Nuwa Niangniang’s voice had a hint of disdain in it.

In order to deal with this Di Xin, she also arranged the means.

The three demons of Xuanyuan Tomb are the means to disrupt the Great Shang Celestial Empire.

There is also the reincarnation of the spirit bead.

Taking Lingzhuzi as the pioneer official of the felling business, this is Nuwa Niangniang’s attitude, and it is also Nuwa Niangniang’s thoughts.

Di Xin, must die.

“‘Only, what the hell is this spirit bead doing?’ Why was it not born? Also let this Mrs. Yin stand in the realm of mythical Da Luo? ”

Nuwa Niangniang’s gaze had a hint of solemnity.

Others, she can not care, but this Mrs. Yin makes her somewhat uncomfortable.

Even that Houtu in the Netherworld never gave her this feeling.

The first female saint of the flood waste.

Merit saints.

She can be called the most noble woman in the flood wilderness.

The woman who turned into reincarnation in the Netherworld has been competing with herself for hundreds of millions of years, and she has always been crushed by herself.

The Western Queen Mother (Wang Mo’s), Yaochi Golden Mother and other female fairies with noble status were also eclipsed in front of themselves.

But when facing this Mrs. Yin, Nuwa Niangniang’s heart was somewhat uncomfortable.

Especially that person, Emperor Xin, held her to the position of the most holy of the Terrans.

It made Nuwa Niangniang’s heart even more uncomfortable.

The Terran is holy, it should be her.

After all, the Terran was created by her, and now, she has made an acquired Terran the most holy of the Terran race.

Where did this place her Nuwa?

“An acquired Terran race, even if it has an heir, it is in the calculation of my waiting.”

“By you, you are also the Terran Most Holy Being?”

Nuwa Niangniang’s face had a hint of disdain.

“Even if you coincidentally stand in the realm of mythology, you can’t compare to the main palace!”

Nuwa Niangniang snorted coldly.

“If you dare to help that human emperor, you can’t say it, this palace will also let you know what the true wrath of a saint is.”

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