The world of prehistoric times is indeed as Chen Yuyang said, and it is not a very harmonious place. The battle between the six paths of the underworld is just the beginning of another battle in the prehistoric times. The battle between the saints in the prehistoric times is just luck, no right or wrong, and no good or bad.

This is a big and big chess game, and everyone seems to be consciously or unconsciously becoming the chess piece in it, and no one can break out. Just like a saint, even if it has its own definition, it still has to walk according to the wheel of history. And Chen Yuyang became a witness to this chess game.

In this long and long time and space, he can see the ending of everyone but cannot change it. This may be a kind of sadness! Therefore, he was used to jumping out of this chess game and looking at everyone in this world with such an extremely cold expression. There was no ripple in his heart in everything.

Disharmony, in fact, this world is like the human world, how many harmonious places can there be?

However, whether in the human world or in the prehistoric world, there is only one law that is eternal and unchanging, that is, the strong prey on the weak. Because, no matter how the living environment is, this is ultimately theorem in nature. It will not change because of anyone. Everyone should have understood Cundi, Guizhi, Styx, Houtu.

Above the sea of ​​blood, the River Styx kept roaring, and the Blood God Son was like a vast ghost, surrounding Zhunti. However, he could only fly and float outside Zhunti's golden body weakly. The Seven Treasures Tree in Zhunti's hand burst into dazzling golden light like thousands of eyes, forming a powerful obstacle, blocking the Blood God Son and Abi Original Picture of the River Styx on the sea of ​​blood.

"Amitabha, fellow Taoist stycoon, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless and the shore is turned back. I don't realize it at this moment, so when will I wait!"

Zhunti's voice was floating, and the singing of Buddha sound was intoxicating with the fragrance of Bodhi. Even the four Asura Demon Kings above the sea of ​​blood felt their bodies shaking. Maru had a long spear in his hand, and looked at Zhunti, who was shining with resentful eyes, and shouted loudly: "Zunti, don't bully people too much, I will fight with you!"

After all, the gap in realm cannot be erased by courage and fearlessness. The spear of the Demon King Marun came straight to Zhunti. Zhunti's kind face suddenly had a disdainful smile, and shook his head and sighed with compassion: "Ants are ants, how can they shake the sky!"

Waving his sleeves lightly, unspeakable and unintentional, a blood light suddenly scattered from the entire sea of ​​blood, and blood mist flew. The demon king of the generation, Pa Xun, and the first great supernatural power of the Asura clan, disappeared into the blood mist, without taking away a trace of dust. All that was left was a shrill howl and the unwillingness of the Asura clan.

From a distance, a faint light of tears flashed in the old eyes of Styx. In this prehistoric world, even those with great supernatural powers would have feelings, even Hongjun would have the same. Otherwise, Hongjun would not have been sitting down in the past that year, and Styx would not have been exceptional.

"Bashi~~~" The roar of Styx was extremely desolate, and it felt like it was penetrated by the world. A pair of hatred eyes stared at Zhunti in the void. Zhunti was still smiling, as if the life that had just passed away was not much different from an ant in his eyes.

"Fellow Taoist Styx, you should follow me to the Western Paradise! Why is this trouble?" Zhunti spoke again to persuade Styx, but he didn't know that he had angered a very terrifying person. Although Styx was not a saint, it was also an existence equivalent to a saint on this sea of ​​blood.

Cruffed, and the teeth of Styx clenched, and he roared: "Zunti, you should die. You are a traitor from the Xuanmen, I don't want to join you in the same world. You betrayed the Taoist ancestor back then, and Master Qingyang saved your life. Now you dare to hit me with the idea of ​​Blood Sea and Six Paths. Master Qingyang will not let you go!"

When Styx mentioned Chen Yuyang at this moment, he naturally had his intentions, but Cunti seemed to believe his judgment and the power of him and Guiyin too much. He did not take Styx's words in his heart, and laughed: "Fellow Taoist Styx, don't suppress me in the name of Uncle Master. The foundations of these six realms and three realms are originally destined to be with my Buddhism. I just follow the destiny of heaven! Uncle Master will not punish me!"

As he said that, Zhunti's faint eyes swept across the battlefield above the sea of ​​blood. The Asura clan retreated step by step, while the children of his own Buddhism were rushing toward the dawn of victory with the momentum of sweeping thousands of troops. Zhunti nodded with satisfaction, and the seven treasures in his hand rose again, and the entire sea of ​​blood surged again.

The Nine Nether Blood Sea is the most dirty place in the world. But strangely, the Nine Nether Blood Sea is adjacent to the six paths of reincarnation in the west and three thousand weak waters in the east. The weak water is not something that should be found in the human world. There are three thousand weak waters, and birds are not floating. It can be said that it is the current of water that coexists with the blood sea in this prehistoric world.

However, the Sea of ​​Blood is the illusion of blood in the belly of the great god Pangu, and it is the most dirty on the prehistoric land. But the weak water is just the opposite. It is the purest water flow on the prehistoric land. The pure white and crystal clear look like a transparent pearl. The Shui has its own soul, calm and silent, staying at the shore of the blood sea.

At this moment, a figure stood with his hands on his back, his eyes faintly with a smile. The breeze blew, lifting up the man's clothes, making a sound. The white long gown, as before, was still clean as snow, and the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to have a bit of contempt.

"Since you've come out, let's see you!" The young man's voice was soft like the sound of nature, causing a trace of waves and ripples in the weak water.

I don’t know when two figures had appeared behind the young man. They were wearing Taoist robes and shook their heads at the same time. One was in a purple Taoist robe with a fairy-like Taoist robe. The other was in a light yellow Taoist robe, with long eyebrows hanging on his chest, and a faint smile on his face, which was so profound that it made people unable to see the black and white. Who are these two people Hongjun and Yangmei?

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!! Haha, haha~~" the young man spoke lightly, with a slight anger and mockery in his voice.

Hongjun shook his head again and said, "Buddhist truth, the mysterious Taoist bones, look at him from the left and right!"

Yang Mei also smiled helplessly, her narrowed eyes looked into the direction of the sea of ​​blood from afar. The slight blood color was obviously engraved in his eyes. He could only say helplessly: "Old friend Hongjun, your disciple Zhunti is the most false. It turns out that this is what is called putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the spot."

A hint of blue and white color suddenly rose on Hongjun's face.

The young man was covered in a squirm, and the corner of his clothes was blown by the wind, sneered coldly: "Three thousand weak waters are a place for murder! What a pity, it's a pity~"hf();
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