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

"And you'll never know what I did."

"This seat robbed the entire prehistoric world with my own power!"

Rumble!

With an exaggerated appearance, Jin Yuan bared his teeth and claws in front of many fellow disciples, trying his best to express something.

This complicated discourse was finished in one go.

Maybe the person in the prehistoric world who was robbed would never think of it.

The supernatural power they thought was actually like this.

In front of them, he was too majestic, but in front of his classmates, he was like a child.

Hou Tu stared at this scene, feeling very warm.

It's really good to have a noisy life and fellow students who like to share!

Houtu, who was unknowingly infected, finally raised a smile.

It's just that her eyes fell on the prehistoric world unknowingly.

"It's been so long since I went back, it's time to go back and have a look.".

Chapter 258

"He robbed a prehistoric world?"

"Golden Ape, are you playing with me!?"

Obviously, many people clearly expressed disbelief about Jin Yuan's exaggerated appearance.

You said you went to another prehistoric world, I might believe it.

But you alone robbed the entire prehistoric world?

This is a bit of a joke.

"Yes, some people like to exaggerate. Could it be that they found a few treasures and talked about the whole world?"

"Yes, yes."

That's how Jin Yuan was ridiculed.

And it was his brothers who made fun of him.

His heart!

It's all like this, why don't you believe it?

I guess a liar?

"I wanted to get along with you as an ordinary person, but it turned out to be alienated."

"Stop pretending, showdown, I really robbed the whole prehistoric world."

"Everyone, let's see!"

In the hands of the golden ape, a wonderful scene was presented.

Those are countless treasures, densely packed spiritual roots...

"Fuck, isn't that the origin of heaven?"

"Don't talk about it, I really want to see the good fortune jade plate, isn't that only old Hongjun has it?"

"Could it be..."

These people were belatedly aware of it, and had a soul-like explosion.

Could it be that what the golden ape said was true?

Just a little golden ape robbed the whole prehistoric world, how stupid are the people in this world! ?

wrong.

It must be the world's problem.

"Okay, since that's the case, then these treasures..."

"Don't even think about it."

"Give you another chance to reorganize the language."

"Give me another ten thousand times, I will still be like this, want my money, unless you step on my body..."

Since Jin Yuan has such a strange hobby, how can he not satisfy him?

In the next words, the explosive bear came out.

Looking at his appearance, it seems that he has added a little emotion.

The explosive bear who has always been careless, and scolded Fang Qiu actually picked up Wen.

"The iron horse is golden, the road to dominance ¨〃."

"The king and his ministers die at the gate of the country, and the swordsman is old in the rivers and lakes."

"The iron clothes and dry bones in the tomb, the towering Buddha in the world."

"You can't escape the twilight of a beauty, and you can't escape the end of a hero."

"The Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows and the Vajra stares glaringly, and the gods order the sword fairy to look around."

"It's a desolate history, who will write the reputation, the glory and the town spirit, Beiliang will never lose."

"Xuanwu is prosperous, Huijian only asks for affection, and the Great Qin has a thousand years, and the fierce sword does not care about ups and downs."

"Who knows that Liangzhou is full of people, and the tombs rise and fall, and the temples are so disgusting."

"Who says that the frontier has no strength of character, and the world's great literature is not enough to write about generosity."

At this moment, Explosive Bear was filled with arrogance.

In his eyes, he could see countless romantic figures.

After the bear exploded, another person stood up.

He, a person from Ziyang Peak, actually talked about monks and Buddhas.

"The world I went to was very different, but what I witnessed was the story of a monk who broke the road to becoming a Buddha freely and easily."

"The monk fell in love with a witch, which caused righteous people to chase and kill him."

"The big shots are here, as long as this monk kills this witch, it's not too late to turn around."

"Do you know what that monk did?"

Speaking of this, the disciple of Ziyang Peak paused, as if there was a little yearning in his eyes.

"how?"

"I saw him put the palms together to make a salute. The poor monk has been reincarnated for ten generations and practiced for a thousand years. Now he is a Yiren. He is willing to practice for another hundred years. The golden body of the folded palms was smashed to pieces and turned into ashes..."

"The monk who could have become a Buddha still gave his life for love."

Everyone knows the virtues taught in the West.

In its own sense, everyone is somewhat conflicted.

But after hearing this story.

They have changed some perceptions.

How many books have you read to dare to say that this is the way of the world?

How many people have you met before you dare to say that men and women are all so virtuous?

How much peace and suffering have you seen with your own eyes before you dare to assert the good and evil of others?

Maybe there is nothing wrong with Buddhism, but those so-called Buddhas have wrong perceptions.

There is no shortage of golden bodhisattvas in the world, and there is no shortage of mud temples and true Buddhas.

Dust floats in the air, but it will eventually be clean, and the lotus will not pollute itself with mud.

The disciples of Ziyang Peak are talking about what they have seen and heard here.

My own experience is an excellent story.

"Whether it is heaven or hell, I will come when I want, and leave when I want. Who can stop me?"

"Never evade in everything you do, and have no fear in your heart. This kind of state of mind is the cultivation of the truly strong."

"In this world, there is a distance, not life and death, but forgetting..."

Before they always listened to other people's stories, now they have become the storytellers.

There are exciting stories, sad stories, and unsatisfactory stories...

And this part of the story makes people yearn for it.

Seeing the rise of Ziyang Peak's disciples, Houtu just acted as a listener.

"If the brothers hear such a story, they will definitely applaud."

Houtu finally couldn't bear it anymore.

She walked towards the prehistoric world step by step.

She was going to visit, to see her brother whom she hadn't seen for a long time, and to see her clansmen.

The laughter and laughter in Xiangxi reappeared one by one.

She wants to bring a great news to everyone.

With a joyful mood, I can't wait to make a step forward.

".‖boom!"

Accompanied by a sound of breaking through the sky, Houtu came to the prehistoric world.

Hou Tu, who was still smiling, suddenly changed his expression.

It's just that the current Honghuang is different from the Honghuang in her impression.

The prehistoric past was a fairyland, full of witty words and the fragrance of flowers.

Today's prehistoric world is full of blood and blood.

As far as the eye can see, it is full of miserable corpses, the ground is in a mess, and the sea is full of blood...

"Drip drip!"

Houtu stretched out a hand, and the cold touch made her feel colder.

Blood!

A piece of blood! ! !

She raised her eyes and stared at the world, and found that it was very familiar, yet strange at the same time.

This is the world she lives in, but what about those familiar people?

All disappeared.

The tribe is dead!

The great witch is dead!

Zu Wu is also dead!

She lost her strength and fell to the ground.

It landed on the Lich Battlefield, prostrated on the ground, with a cold stream all over his face.

Seeing the familiar figures from the past turned into cold corpses, Houtu's eyes gradually turned cold.

The starry sky exploded, the universe was overturned, and she was the only one left!

Although it was successful, but in the end, I can only recall, watching the souls of the people return to the loess, watching the relatives fall in the years...

Looking back suddenly, there is nothing.