If an individual is a mentality of favoritism and protecting his shortcomings, even the ancestor of the prehistoric world, Hongjun cannot avoid the common exception. However, individuals can protect his shortcomings, but only Hongjun is just not. Because Hongjun is the spokesperson of the way of heaven, the word "the way of heaven is the righteous. The way of heaven is justice. As the saying goes, the way of heaven is the most righteous, and the way of heaven is the simplest. If Hongjun protects his shortcomings, where is the way of heaven? How can the way of heaven be fair?

In fact, this is not a coincidence. The way of heaven is ruthless and naturally the most prestigious, but once you have feelings, you are just a mortal. In the second era of the prehistoric world, Hongjun is no longer the ruthless spokesperson of the way of heaven. He even has an inexplicable resistance to the cycle of reincarnation and numerology.

How can a person with affection be truly fair?

Looking quietly as Hongjun raised his butcher knife high, but then gently put it down, Chen Yuyang's mouth showed an unknown smile. It was irony, contempt, and a different feeling. He didn't know how the next Heavenly Dao would deal with this unobedient spokesperson.

However, he was not worried about Hongjun. Today's Hongjun is no longer the same as before. With three epochs of cultivation, he is no longer a person who can be completely controlled by the Heavenly Dao. Hongjun, who chose Heavenly Dao, also created the most powerful opponent in the prehistoric world, an opponent who will never obey his orders.

The way of heaven is helpless to Chen Yuyang, and isn’t it helpless to Hongjun? As the saying goes, Hongjun is the way of heaven, but not all the way of heaven. The way of heaven is just an illusory illusion to Hongjun. The hand in the dark is now about to withdraw from the stage of prehistoric times.

Although he is unwilling to accept it, he is powerless.

A faint smile floated over his handsome face, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth were like the waves of the sea of ​​blood, with contempt everywhere. He looked at the sea of ​​blood that began to rise in the quietness. Chen Yuyang knew that the sea of ​​blood was the River Styx, and the sea of ​​blood was the mood of the River Styx.

At this moment, the River Styx was so angry that it was burning with anger. He didn't hate Hongjun, but he didn't understand why the teacher was so protective of these two Xuanmen traitors. However, the teacher was not angry, and he could only try his best to suppress the anger in his heart, but his heart was still like this rolling sea of ​​blood, puzzled, sad, and chill. A group of emotions kept impacting his mind, and there was still anger in vaguely. Just like the sea of ​​blood that devoured everything.

The Styx didn't understand why all this was? The Taoist Ancestor Saint was distant and naturally understood that Zhunti and Jie Yin were two unfamiliar white-eyed wolves. Looking at his respected teacher, looking at the tired face of Dao Zu Hongjun's wrinkles at the moment. At a glance, millions of years were like the first time he heard the sermon in Zixiao Palace. But there were too many incomprehensible and too many doubts.

The ancestor of the Styx didn't understand and was even more unwilling to accept it. Because he didn't understand why the master favored these two traitors so much, not only gave them the opportunity to become saints, but also had to protect them so much now. And he, the orthodox and the most loyal disciple of the Xuanmen, got nothing, but he didn't get anything. How can this make him not angry and how can he be content with it?

I don’t know how long I was silent, but the waves above the sea of ​​blood began to become more and more fierce, one wave higher and one wave higher, and everyone’s eyes stared at the Styx, whose faces turned pale and the corners of his mouth were bitter. Even Master Chen Yuyang and his disciple began to silently stare at this great master who had appeared in the prehistoric world countless years ago.

"Emotions are always disturbed by ruthlessness, and this is a must-have in the world~~~" Chen Yuyang looked at the vast sea of ​​blood and sighed faintly. But this sentence seemed to be for himself, for Hongjun, and even for Houtu not far away. His voice was not loud, but it inspired countless loves.

"Why? Teacher, why is this?" Styx finally raised his head bravely, his eyes shining with cold light, and he looked at the beloved teacher with questioning eyes. The only truth in the world, Taoist ancestor Hongjun. But at this moment, Hongjun seemed a little tired, waved his hand gently, and said, "Cai'er, Chi'er, don't you understand?"

After a pause, Hongjun sighed again: "Crazy, when did you understand, it is not far from the period of enlightenment!" Then Hongjun showed a satisfied smile on his face and said: "But since you can ask today, it means that you can finally face the devil in your heart! Awesome, awesome!"

Listening to Hongjun's mysterious answer, Styx still couldn't understand and said persistently: "Why?"

Hearing this, Chen Yuyang finally couldn't stand it anymore. He shook his head bitterly and said to himself: "The Styx, the saint is ruthless, seemingly ruthless, but he is affectionate. You must understand that the great love in the world is not a city and a land, not a sea of ​​blood, not the Asura clan. But the entire prehistoric world."

"Kung Fu is always outside of poetry. Your current state is only a thread between you and a saint. When you figure this out, you will be able to attain enlightenment!"

How can people like Chen Yuyang and Hongjun speak their words clearly? The truths they say are always not as profound as those they have understood, so the road to the Styx is still very long. It seems like a matter of a second, but to truly understand it, it takes years to understand it thoroughly. How can anyone understand the realm of a saint?

The saint's fruit of Taoism is not something that can be thorough every day unless it is given by heaven. However, once it is thorough, it is already beyond a certain category. Just like Chen Yuyang back then, although Zhunti and the Three Pure Lands are all saints, they are all saints without exception. Even Hongjun is the same.

The only people who can fully understand the true meaning of this are Chen Yuyang and Yang Mei on the entire prehistoric land.

The sea of ​​blood still had stars of blood. But it was no longer as turbulent as that, and the mood of Styx finally calmed down, or to be more precise, Chen Yuyang and Hongjun jointly suppressed their minds. But at this moment, a white light came to Hongjun, knelt on the sea of ​​blood, and said respectfully: "I dare to ask the teacher, where will the six realms of reincarnation go?"

The wrinkles between Hongjun's eyebrows slowly stretched and condensed again. Hongjun naturally understood the deep meaning of Houtu's question. It was nothing more than a lifetime of peace. Hongjun nodded, and his words were simple and powerful: "The Six Paths are the cornerstones of the Three Realms and cannot be changed!"

A simple sentence has eliminated the thoughts of Cundi and Gui Yin, but before Hou Tu can secretly be happy. A golden light rose in the direction of the six realms of reincarnation, and a powerful Buddha's name kept floating, spreading to the sea of ​​blood: "Namo Amitabha!" hf();
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