After countless years of struggle, my disciple turned the prehistoric world into a top world

Unless they are shameless, anyone who makes a move will lose their dignity.

Hey, if I talk too much, I will cry!

Who let them not support the dream.

"Long time no see, sister, how are you today!"

Tong Tian stared at Nuwa with doting eyes.

As fellow disciples, he and Nuwa got along quite well.

"Thank you, brother, for your help this time..."

"It's really great. The teacher likes playing the piano and flute and planting some flowers and plants on weekdays."

"I'll wait until Ziyang Peak opens, and let the teacher's back garden have another spiritual root..."

Tong Tian seemed to understand something at this time.

It turns out that the reason why Nuwa valued this Zhu Linggen so much is because of the teacher!

wipe.

How could he forget about giving gifts?

It's amazing about this junior sister.

Ever since the teacher told the story about the female emperor in white, she has longed for it.

Invisibly, he took a very domineering path.

But when it came to Master, her little daughter's mentality came up again.

Thinking about it this way, Tongtian couldn't help but miss the days in Ziyang Peak.

Thinking of the teacher's friendly smile, thinking of the teacher's kind eyes.

No, he also wants spiritual roots, and he also wants to be praised by the teacher.

At this moment, Tong Tian, ​​who had no long possessions and devoted himself to the sword, became very interested in those flowers and plants.

"Nuwa bid farewell to Senior Brother, I'm going to devote myself to cultivating the Tao."

Everyone scattered and scattered, only Sanqing was left behind.

Sanqing glanced at each other, feeling a little uncomfortable.

As a brother, there is no future in this life, and some things are really difficult to have both.

..........

Zixiao Palace.

I don't know how long it took, a figure stumbled and ran over.

Come and cry.

"Ancestor Dao, the disciple has been bullied."

"Ancestor Dao, if that fellow Tongtian didn't take me seriously, wouldn't that mean he didn't take you seriously."

"I lost face, didn't you lose face too..."

The Eastern Prince is here.

It was really a complaint to Zixiao Palace.

One sound sued Tongtian for not giving face.

Er Sheng sued Nuwa for stealing his chance.

Three voices to sue all the experts present are useless.

After these few sounds, I will sue all of them.

It's almost as if the sky is blowing.

Inside the Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun was originally cultivating his body and mind, convincing his inner unhappiness.

It had a small effect at first, but was lost by a few filthy sounds.

Hongjun has the heart to kill at this moment.

Remember what he said after he finished his sermon?

Why is this person so disobedient?

Glancing at the guy outside the hall, Hongjun called him a fool.

Is there such a stupid person?

You're stupid enough to put this hat on me?

Give him so much power, don't make things right, and do this and that every day.

play?

Literally be damned.

If it wasn't for the lack of people in the predestined sage position, how could he think of the East Prince?

I originally wanted to gather the luck of the prehistoric world and create a few saints, but it seems a bit difficult now.

Duke Dong has a good background and good luck, but his personality is useless.

As a sage of heaven, he can naturally spy on the secrets of heaven.

He also knew the reason for this time.

"hiss!"

"The law of the sword is almost perfect!"

As a saint, he also lost his composure at the moment.

He has always followed this way of heaven.

Under the law of heaven, the general trend cannot be changed, but the small trend can be changed.

For the existence of this variable, try to eliminate it as much as possible.

Who would have thought that this variable turned out to be Tongtian, Nuwa.

Both of them have great luck.

As one of the Pangu Sanqing, who lives in Pangu's merits and virtues, he must be able to become a saint.

One has a great source of blessing and good luck, and it will be of great use.

But with just these two people, there are so many variables that can be called massive.

Tiandao's current fortune has changed astonishingly in an instant.

The words before the sermon were fine.

Now, hundreds of thousands or even millions of variables have sprouted.

"This this...."

"Could it be that this variable has become fine?"

"Since Pangu opened the world, Pindao has never seen so many variables."

Heaven controls all beings.

The cycle of life and death is actually within a specific trajectory.

But now this track is gradually disappearing.

There is only an unpredictable future.

Because there are too many variables, the original number of days is covered.

What the future will hold, no one knows.

Think about the six sages of the heavenly way.

Think of War of the Lich in it.

It all seems to be messed up now.

Somewhere, filled with an indescribable.

Hongjun's face turned black, and he was a little panicked.

I really didn't expect it to be possible.

Imagine who he is?

Daoist Hongjun!

Back then, the catastrophe of ferocious beasts and the catastrophe of Dragon and Han, although there were changes, but not all of them were survived by him.

But now?

He can't even imagine the future.

It's like something that was in your grasp suddenly jumped out of your hands.

It made him feel a little uneasy in his heart.

"No."

"It can't go on like this."

"Pindao must eliminate the variables and get everything back on track."

Daozu Hongjun became ruthless.

Now the fate of the prehistoric world is actually scattered.

Everyone actually has a destiny, and the handover and combination of fortune will prompt unexpected changes.

Make a saint.

Except those destined saints.

If the rest of the holy seat is vacant, it will definitely affect his plan.

Although Duke Dong is unbearable, since he was given power, how could he not make good use of it?

"Conquer the prehistoric, gather many forces, gather luck, and the poor will help you become a saint."

After muttering, Hongjun looked at Duke Dong outside the arena with a strong gleam in his eyes.

There are some things he can't say clearly.

But the general trend of heaven is there.

Everything that is predestined in the dark will eventually help someone...a worthless person.

The Eastern Prince has been prostrate outside Zixiao Palace.

It's just that even though he broke his throat, he still didn't see anyone, and he didn't get a reply for a long time.

This made Dong Wanggong a little desperate.

He seems to have fallen out of favor.

Daozu doesn't love him anymore.

As soon as he thought of this, he was a little heartbroken, couldn't help himself, and was in so much pain...

It's almost at the bottom of my life.

But at this moment, there seemed to be a glimmer of light in his mind suddenly.

Since Pindao was rewarded by the Taoist ancestor and became the head of male immortals, commanding all the immortals in the world, why can't he develop his power?

With the name of Daozu, there are bound to be forces to vote one after another.

By the time.....

I am honored by the gathering of immortals, and I am called a bear by Taoism from ancient to modern times.

"it is good!"