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

"It's over."

"It's really over."

"Is this how Pindao's millions of years of savings are gone?"

You Taoist was in great pain and felt that he had received an infinite blow.

I really didn't expect that they would encounter such a situation.

A game that must be won is actually so yellow.

"This must be an actor!"

"Saint? That's it?"

"If saints have this strength, then I might as well cultivate Hunyuan instead."

Many people expressed their dissatisfaction, and the whole prehistoric world howled.

Often this kind of thing is unexpected.

But I didn't expect to be bumped into by so many people at the same time.

It always feels like they're being played.

Had they known how, they would have won against Styx.

After all, the odds vary greatly.

"Damn, I was planning to crush Styx, but I was fooled by these people."

"I regret it!"

not far away.

Golden Ape grinned from ear to ear.

This time, he can be said to have made a lot of money!

Senior Brother Ming He really did not disappoint.

Very powerful.

But when he was collecting money, he met a man.

It seems that he is naive, like a member of the Wu clan.

"I won, I really won."

"I just said that my vision can never be wrong."

Jin Yuan saw that he was the older brother of Senior Sister Houtu, so he didn't dare to neglect him.

It's just that he pressed the Styx, it seems a bit too much!

Knew it!

Stupid people have stupid blessings, this time he understood.

Witch side.

Zhu Rong held countless treasures and smiled happily.

The joy of gambling is really beyond your imagination.

"Brother, look, there are so many treasures."

"This time, I suppressed almost everything that our witch tribe's treasury could contain."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was speechless again.

Di Jiang: "..."

Qiang Liang: "..."

Zhu Jiuyin: "..."

What else can they say?

Let you go and play casually, you have suppressed all the treasure house of the Wu clan.

Fortunately, he won now, if he didn't win?

I really don't know, should they be happy or unhappy?

...........

Beiju Luzhou sky.

Jieyin abandoned the war and came to the place where Zhunti fell.

The demon master felt that the task had been completed, so he didn't stay any longer.

The rest is Styx and Jieyin.

"Nie Zhan, you killed my junior brother, and the poor monk wants your life!"

It is not the power of a saint to kill a saint.

Now that the Dao of Achievement has become the Styx, how can Jieying be an opponent?

He fought and couldn't win, and his heart was full of grief and indignation.

How can this be good?

Reluctantly crying to the sky, I can't help myself.

But on second thought, Zhunti seemed to have thought of something.

He had forgotten the characteristics of their saints.

Immortal, immortal, supreme.

Since it is said that immortality is immortal, is it false?

In other words, Zhunti still has the possibility of resurrection.

At this point, revenge is not important anymore.

The most important thing now is to resurrect his junior brother!

"I implore the Heavenly Dao to take action and live my junior brother's primordial spirit!"

At this time, Zhunti resolutely bowed to the sky.

They are all saints, beings who conform to the way of heaven.

Each one represents the way of heaven.

Now that a saint is dead, presumably the Dao of Heaven will be able to sit back and watch.

When Zhun Ti's words came out, countless people burst into flames.

What are you doing here?

Everyone is dead, you still want to bring him back to life!

"No way, can people really come back from the dead?"

"It's fine for others, but that's a saint! If you can prove Hunyuan, you are a saint. You can rule the universe, go through thousands of kalpas without grinding, and stay with the cause and effect without being stained. You are always with the sky and coexist with the Tao. Have you all forgotten?"

"There's a good show to watch."

Now after knowing the characteristics of the saint, there is a group of people who eat melons.

They are waiting.

Looking forward to God's reaction.

See if the so-called saint will really be resurrected.

Westerners.

At this moment, he was also a little confused.

Zhunti Buddha's mother was beheaded just now, but in the next second, the receiving Buddha wanted to live my teaching saint.

It's really simple.

But as a member of the Western religion, how can we not help?

"I implore Tiandao to take action and live my teacher's primordial spirit."

"........"

There were bursts of voices between the heaven and the earth, which seemed to be the voice of the Buddha.

Ksitigarbha is vast and far away, saving all sentient beings to prove Bodhi.

If a bodhisattva has the appearance of self, person, sentient beings, and longevity, he is not a bodhisattva.

Maitreya is not the case. All the views of me, people, sentient beings, and longevity are ordinary people. If you have this view, you should feel the pain. If you know the birth of suffering, you should seek the cessation of suffering...  

Pharmacist Liuli's words were first heard, and when he entered the exile, he was silent when he entered, and the two aspects of movement and stillness did not arise clearly.

Zhunti Buddha's mother reduces evil karma to all living beings, and any believer can be ranked among the top ten meritorious gates.

There seems to be an endless stream of extravagant Buddhist sounds.

It seems to have exhausted everything taught in the West.

If the quasi-mention is lost, the Western religion will inevitably fail.

Everyone is also waiting for an answer.

Hundreds of millions of people in the prehistoric age wanted to be holy and detached, so naturally they had their reasons.

If the saint is not good, how can people pursue him?

At this moment, some people are not calm.

They were cast by actors and lost their fortunes. Now that rogue wants to be resurrected?

give you face?

Do your spring and autumn dream.

The rain of blood from the sky fell very slowly, very slowly.

It seems that at this moment, the world has stopped.

The strange beasts in the world raised their heads to the sky and screamed, and the plants wept for their fallen leaves.

But for a moment, the world was blood red.

In the colorful clouds above the sky, there was a faint voice of mourning.

That voice seemed to be crying from heaven and earth, or someone was chanting.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

A bell ringing echoed for a long time between heaven and earth, and everyone felt their hearts tremble.

This is someone giving the proposal to the end.

"Blood and tears rain, the sage returns, the bell rings, and reincarnation..."

What a guts!

How dare you die for a saint.

But how to say.

Zhunti did such things and robbed them of their money.

Is this clock really not given away?

"Come on, ring the bell and bid farewell to the saint."

"Extremely great!"

"My Taoism and immortality do not fall to others."

Countless people responded.

The sound of the bell is deafening, and the sound can be heard through the sky.