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

In different places, bells rang one after another.

All of a sudden, bells rang across the prehistoric land, one after another, as if they were playing sad dirges.

At this moment, countless people stood on the periphery of Beiju Luzhou. They faced the high sky in front of them, their bodies were bent at ninety degrees, and they looked extremely respectful.

"The world is mourning, the saint is hurting."

"Ghosts and gods are weeping, the sun and the moon..."

A group of people sang in unison, the sound shook the world, and they bowed their heads to the sky.

"Quite mentioning fellow daoists, so we can leave without seeing them off.".

Chapter 197

"Quite mentioning fellow daoist, so I won't see you off."

A neat voice rang out just like that.

Almost didn't let Jieyin burp directly.

I thought that a group of genuine people came, but I didn't expect that these people were all devils.

Everyone is dead, are you still unwilling to let him go?

I want to revive a person, why is it so difficult?

Also sent a clock.

That's too much.

They are all of the same age, so why rush each other.

"Damn, it's really hateful!"

"Brother, if you saw this scene, what would you think?"

Everyone is full of misunderstandings about Western religion, and their understanding of them is too superficial.

They are good people, and they are also very good people, shouldering the responsibility of saving sentient beings.

"Do you think we are a little cruel?"

"What is cruel, did you lose your money?"

"Losing!"

"Is Zhunti an actor?"

"Yes!"

"Then what should you say?"

"Damn it, dare to steal my Daoist's money, let him... go! Die!"

".19..."

A simple conversation, full of sinister heart.

Boycott actors, boycott bald donkeys.

Resolutely self-centered.

As the way of heaven, I am also bored.

How big is it to hate, to have such a big resistance.

But the way of heaven is supreme, fair and just.

Now that Zhunti has become a saint, and the primordial spirit entrusts the way of heaven.

Then he is immortal.

The sky began to change, extremely strange.

It seems that the way of heaven has been shaken.

As soon as this scene came out, Jieyin was overjoyed.

finally coming?

At this moment, nothing seems to matter, as long as Zhun Ti can be resurrected.

On the other side, countless people stared wide-eyed.

No!

No!

They have given up any hope for Zhuangti.

Let him die if he can die.

We give you the right to give him death.

Ever since, there are two extremes.

One side is the person who wants Zhunti to die.

One side is someone who doesn't want Zhunti to die.

The voices are overwhelming and different.

"Boom!"

A bloody thunderbolt appeared, like a catastrophe.

I saw that there seemed to be a supreme will in the sky.

Heaven.

Regarding the death of the saint, the way of heaven naturally has a decision.

In the illusion, there seemed to be a vague figure gathering together.

It was born from the combination of broken primordial spirits.

The saint's head that fell into the world, and the saint's body that exploded in the void seemed to be reorganized at this time.

Live my sage soul, restore my sage body.

All the signs, all show.

The bald donkey is coming back to life.

But all of this is irrelevant.

All sentient beings are desperate, and they can't help but curse.

"What, that bald man is still alive."

"Forget it, forget it, he is still a saint after all. A saint is immortal, so that monk can't die."

"It seems that this time the money was wasted."

Those who were still watching, inevitably left disappointed one by one.

scattered.

scattered.

Next, what else is there to see.

A bald man swaggering again?

Come on.

Out of sight out of mind.

Jade Mountain.

Daozu Hongjun stared at this scene and nodded.

Although Zhunti died, he died well.

Let the world see for themselves what it looks like after becoming a saint.

"Today's sage way, there is a practitioner."

"You can practice the various abilities of the saint. In this way, people in the world will understand the saint better."

For Hongjun, reputation is not important.

Those two bald men had no reputation at all.

Although this time, they failed, but they can be regarded as shining.

The great fortune among misfortunes.

Feeling that his thoughts had become like this, Hongjun's heart trembled.

How can Pindao be so self-comforting?

Is this really good?

In Hongjun's eyes, a complete primordial spirit gradually reappeared.

Saints are allowed to mention.

Can be reborn among thousands of calls.

When the complete Yuanshen reappeared again, Zhunti seemed to be conscious.

He was unusually crazy, and seemed to have strong unwillingness.

But look at your own body, and then look at your soul.

Thinking about it, I still didn't make a fuss.

Finally, the sage's primordial spirit and body merged into one.

Although Zhun mentioned resurrection this time.

But the body and soul have been reorganized, and the degree of fit may not be as good as before, and it can be regarded as a loss.

This kind of loss is a Tao injury, and even a saint like him will have to cultivate for thousands of years.

"Junior Brother, you are finally resurrected."

"Brother."

The two monks who met again couldn't help but hugged each other and wept.

Not many people were recruited, and the reputation was bad.

This time, I really lost my wife and lost my army!

If they had known how, they would not have advanced the saints.

Let both Di Jun and Tai Yi suffer.

They can also be regarded as indirectly helping the two crows in the sky to block the robbery.

"Brother, why are there always so many hardships ahead!"

"Hey, brother also wants to know."

At this moment, the two saints silently shed tears of regret.

If anything were used to describe their mood at the moment, they would be a hundred thousand shits.

They tried all the pains in the world one by one, and they tasted the warmth and coldness of the world.

It should be the end of all hardships now, right?

..........

Demon Clan Heavenly Court.

Many people came back early because the follow-up was too boring.

Who wants to see two monks hug each other and cry?