The false prosperity of the human race is now like an economic bubble on the prehistoric land, developing everywhere and thriving everywhere, but it cannot truly become the protagonist of the prehistoric world. Everyone understands this principle without destruction or establishment, but for the human race, it is a huge catastrophe, and the blood that the human race must experience from birth to now.

Just as Nuwa expected, the human race is a race that loves peace but does not lose blood. Faced with the massacre of the two lichs, they will rise up and resist, and they will continue to move forward unyieldingly. Only in this way can the prosperity of the human race continue on the vast land and spread throughout the ages.

On the coast of the North Sea, today is another sunny weather. Xiaotian is wearing a black military uniform and is still in the habitat of the human race. As a saint of human race, Xiaotian seems to have become accustomed to staying with these ancient ancestors and kind humans. He seems to be with them every day at sunrise and resting at sunset, and they are very happy.

Over the past thousand years, Xiaotian is still a baby face and does not grow old. The name of the saint master has been widely circulated among the human race. This human race who has not yet opened his wisdom almost treats Xiaotian as a god-like existence. Xiaotian also tried his best to give them some available things, as if it were how to hunt, how to plant, how to identify the weather, etc.

Seeing generations of human races growing and developing, Xiaotian was also very moved. Among these human races, there is also a heavenly army composed of ancient ancestors trained by Xiaotian himself. It should be said that the current human race has no danger to protect itself, and at least it will not repeat the disasters of the first and second eras of the prehistoric times.

This is what Chen Yuyang hopes to see.

However, the human race has grown for countless years and has obviously become the third largest race in the prehistoric world, so there are many people who covet it. Just at the sunrise of Fenglang, the human race is in the farmland where three groups of five parties appeared, and some people even went out to fish with nets.

There are many humans with some cultivation skills among them, so things happened. In the Western sky, someone came singing with a smile on his face, his fat body looked extremely kind, and the eight-armed Vajra's true body kept shaking in the air, sitting down with the golden lotus, the seven treasures of the wonderful tree in his hand, who would be if it weren't Cunti?

He only listened to the distance, and Zhunti walked on the song and said, "The body came out of the pure lotus platform, the wonderful method of the two vehicles was opened. The exquisite relics were extraordinary, and the garlands were peerless. Purple flames were born in the Eight Virtue Pool, and the Seven Treasures and Magical Trees grew golden moss. It was because the East was so handsome that they met the previous relationship and formed a holy fetus."

This verse can explain the purpose of Cundi, which is to rob people. However, Cundi is not familiar with his cultivation at this moment, and has almost reached the peak of the quasi-saint. He is one step away from being a saint supreme powerhouse, so he constantly emits golden light and halo, as well as bodhi fragrance smells, which makes these ancient ancestors stunned.

The ancient ancestors were very kind, and saw golden light and singing coming from far away from the west. Naturally, they thought that the immortals on the prehistoric land had arrived, so they did not dare to neglect them. They immediately summoned all the human races in the village to visit. The leader was an old man with white hair and bearded clothes, wearing thick linen clothes. Although he was wearing a crutch, he was still in good spirits.

The old man is the oldest and most prestigious old man in the nearby villages. Everyone calls him Uncle Fu.

Uncle Fu looked at Zhunti, the eight-armed golden body, which was constantly approaching, and quickly led everyone to kneel down to the ground. The ignorant people seemed to be naively believing in the existence of gods, so they always had a kind of respect and fear for people like Zhunti who came across the sea. Zhunti looked at a man who knelt in front of him, smiled kindly and said, "Children, get up, get up!"

Uncle Fu dared to look at Zhunti, but said respectfully: "I don't know where the immortal comes from and where he is going?"

The wonderful tree of Cunti's seven treasures waved and said, "I came from the Western Paradise. This place where the human race lives, I came only to save the human race."

Uncle Fu did not understand the meaning of Taoist Zhunti, and said in confusion: "Saving the human race? Please give me some advice to the immortals!"

Zhunti smiled again and said, "You and other human races were created by the saint Nuwa, and they have innate great fortune. It just so happened that I have the fate of you. I don't know if you are willing to follow me to the Western Paradise, where there is no sorrow or joy, no desire or demand, and can live forever. It is a pure land. As the saying goes, a flower, a world, a leaf and a Bodhi, are you willing!"

When Cundi spoke like this, he used the supreme magic power. In the eyes of these human races, Bodhixiang trees everywhere sang in the Sanskrits, a kind of indescribable happiness, but those happiness and happiness were only above the void, and what you could see everywhere was nothing but the things in the void, which was not real.

However, it was easy to deceive these mortals with Cundi's magic power. Uncle Fu immediately fell to the ground and led everyone to say, "We are willing to go to the Western Paradise, listen to the Western Sanskrit sounds, and ask the immortals to take us there!"

Zhunti smiled and said, "Since that's the case, then follow me on the road!"

As he said that, Zhunti waved his hand, but at this moment, an angry voice came over and said, "That, thief Dao, you thief Dao, since you dare to use the sound of bewitching to confuse the ancient ancestors, you are so shameless. With me here today, don't even want to take these human races away, look at the robbery!"

This young man in black military uniform, who is not Xiaotian? As a saint of human race, Xiaotian could not allow Zhunti to fool the human race here and take the human race to the unlucky West. So in anger, he took action directly and did not give Zhunti a chance to speak.

Originally, Zhunti underestimated this unknown human race in the prehistoric world. Zhunti's thoughts were very simple, that is, anyone I don't know, would not be considered a person in the prehistoric world, and there was no need to worry about it. So he underestimated the enemy and gently waved the seven treasure tree in his hand, wanting to directly dismiss the person in front of him.

However, when the seven treasures of Miaoshu in his hand collided with the spear in Xiaotian's hand and he took two steps back weakly. Only then did he feel Xiaotian's power. As the peak quasi-saint master, Junti could hardly get what he wanted in front of Xiaotian, and he had lost the first move just now when he underestimated the enemy.

Xiaotian's spear began to fly like snowflakes, shaking up and down, and golden light continued to shoot out into the North Sea, with ripples and explosions everywhere. Zhunti knew that if this continued, he would have no room for fight back.

So he had a sudden inspiration and said, "Slow down?" hf();
Chapter completed!