"Know the colorful stone, then?"

The Buddha of Light raised his head, his eyes were faint, and finally he calmed down. He sighed in his heart. At this time, he had already fully understood that all the things he and the deity had done were known to the Taoist ancestor: "Why not stop it? Why not summon it?"

He doesn't understand.

Only suppress thoughts.

"Thank you, Master!"

I gave a big gift.

The Buddha of Light took out the colorful stone and handed it over to me.

"Friendly means!"

I nodded and took it.

He recognized the status of the Buddha of Light.

Several saints were helpless and returned to the land of Buzhou Mountain.

Lao Tzu refined the five-colored stone, turned into a stream of green liquid, merged into the cave, but fell off from it and fell on a mountain in the prehistoric world. The rest just fits.

Several saints didn't care.

But the Buddha of Light flashed with strange colors.

Then, under the surprised gaze of several saints, he took out four huge pillars and penetrated into the four dimensions of the world, supporting the universe and stabilizing the world.

"Friendly means!"

This time, my voice was particularly solemn.

The same sentence also shows his unprecedented importance to the Buddha of Light.

The world is stable, the water is diversion, and the prehistoric world is considered calm.

Click!

A sound of the thunder of the great way sounded in the sky, and a piece of merit would fall. I got the fourth floor alone, and the Buddha of Light also obtained the third floor, the Primitive Heavenly Lord, Tongtian Master, Jie Yin and Cunti were divided into one floor, but Cunti was the least.

The last two layers are sprinkled into the prehistoric world, but they are rewarded to the strong men who protect the creatures, and they are sprinkled into the earth to restore some of the vitality of the prehistoric world.

"The great catastrophe has finally passed!"

I sighed.

"Yes, it's finally over, the disaster has disappeared, and the cause and effect are obvious! Things that were not seen through before can be easily calculated. Hey, when the ten little golden crows were traveling to the prehistoric world, I wonder if there is any secret here?"

Yuanshi Tianzun glanced at Zhunti with a sarcasm.

"And the aura of Hongmeng!"

The guidance changed the topic.

"not good!"

But the Buddha of Light jumped hard.

At this time, the catastrophe energy dissipates, and the power of the great catastrophe that blinds the secrets of heaven completely retreats.

The sky is clear and the earth is clear, and the next peace period has entered.

Some powerful people have calculated and calculated the past.

"Zunti, the Ten Golden Crows were indeed released by you!"

Yuanshi Tianzun turned his head and snorted coldly.

"Follow the way of heaven and gain merit!"

Zhunti responded with a smile.

"Hey! Hongyun's death was actually killed by the human saint master?"

The Tongtian Sect Master showed an incredible look.

"He will definitely get the Hongmeng aura!"

Yuanshi Tianzun's eyebrows hopped hard.

"He actually swallowed the two sons of Feng Zu? This is how his innate Yin-Yang Taoist body came from! The human saint master, a good method!"

Zhunti was surprised, "There is still the tenth golden crow, but he died at his hands!"

"He overturned the Ancestral Witch Palace and destroyed the roots of the Witch Clan!"

Shigui took a breath.

"Zhulong died at his hands, and it was also the remnant spirit he killed Di Jun! He was not dead. Those two were his incarnations? He hid it from the eyes of our saints!"

At this moment, I was shocked.

He knew that Chu Yang was not dead, but he could not even hide his incarnation from him.

"The human saint master is really a figure. I admire it, admire it!" The leader of Tongtian exclaimed repeatedly, "It was decisive to destroy the remnant soul of the Red Cloud and obtain the Hongmeng Qi. He was decisive enough; he killed the tenth golden crow, cut off the blood inheritance of the three-legged golden crow clan, and blamed the witch clan, which was cruel enough; he took the ancestor witch palace, cut off the root of the witch clan, but blamed the Heavenly Court, which was poisonous enough; he swallowed the two words Feng Zu, transformed into the innate Yin-Yang Taoist body, which was enough; he besieged the Heavenly Court and killed the five quasi-saints alone, and even Fuxi's final death was his work, and then pretended to die and escape, so that we and other saints did not discover it, which was powerful; finally killed Zhulong and Di Jun, got the witch sword, Demon Slaying Sword, River Tu Luoshu, Fusang Tree, Ancestral Dragon Ball, Sun Essence Wheel, Moon Essence Wheel, and some were the Heavenly God Evil Flags and Star Banners, and even under our noses, he gave the Chaos Bell to fellow Taoist Bright!"

"The Lich War is the leader, and he has led the two major tribes into a decisive battle place! Then he plans to seize many treasures. If it weren't for the great disaster, there would be no secrets, even we would have been completely concealed!"

"I have never admired anyone, but Chu Yang, the saint of human race, is the first one!"

"Awesome, awesome!"

The leader of Tongtian's eyes shone with a divine light and gave a huge evaluation, "If he was born in the same era as us, this world, hey...!"

Thinking of this, he shivered.

"Human Holy Master, kill my brother, I want you to die!"

At the extreme of the East China Sea, a loud shout came from the sound of the shout.

This is the voice of the ancestor dragon, the current Qinglong!

"Chu Yang, kill my beloved son, and I will destroy you!"

This sound came from the foot of the Immortal Volcano in the South. It was obviously Fengzu, the current Suzaku Holy Beast.

"Human Holy Master, Chu Yang, kill my brother, how can I tolerate you?"

From Nuwa who came out of Zixiao Palace, she calculated that Fuxi's death was so sad that she looked up to the sky.

I wanted to let the human race go, but at this moment, she was going crazy.

However, there was a thought in my mind: If I protect the human race, how could my brother die? How could he lose his luck in the human race?

Unfortunately, none of this can be reversed.

Even as a saint, it’s not possible!

"Chu Yang, kill my friend, you, you, die for me!"

Zhen Yuanzi, who is protecting the human race, is completely messy.

"The Aura of Hongmeng!"

The Styx walked out of the sea of ​​blood.

"The holy master of the murderer will be able to obtain the aura of Hongmeng. If he does not become a saint, he will eventually become an ant. This is our only chance!"

The powerful people who were hiding came out of the seclusion place one by one.

"Chu Yang, I want you to live forever and live before me!"

In the underworld, Houtu's sad voice came from the underworld.

The ancestor witch died, and she was completely disappointed and even wanted to die. In the end, she sat decadently in Pingxin Palace, losing her anger, like a stone.

But it was discovered that the Pangu's spleen in the Ancestral Witch Palace was stolen by Chu Yang, which cut off the roots of the witch clan, and various provocations between the lichs made her extremely hated.

The dead heart turned into the flame of revenge.

"Where is he?"

Zhunti suddenly said.

But as soon as he thought about it, he noticed it and looked down in shock.

The sky is vast, but there is a long mountain that spreads to the end of the sky, which is the part of the broken Buzhou Mountain.

At this moment, Chu Yang was there.

He waved his hand and took away most of Buzhou Mountain.

"Meet the saints!"

When Chu Yang saw their eyes looking over, he showed an ugly smile.

All the saints were silent.

"Welcome all the saints to come to preach the human race!"

Chu Yang waved his hand, soared into the air, and headed towards the distance.

Several saints did not stop them.
To be continued...