For some reason, Chen Yuyang felt more and more that the world of the prehistoric world was similar to the human world that had never been back for a long time. It seemed that the shadows of the human world could be seen everywhere. In the prehistoric world, it seemed that there were shadows of the human world, and the truth seemed to be the same.

Sometimes I can't help feeling a little funny. Facing Zhunti, he suddenly remembered this most nonsensical line from Stephen Chow. Yes, the big fist. Whether it is the world of humanity or the prehistoric world, the truth is never the biggest thing in the world. The most powerful one in this world is still the fist.

No matter the development of the world or the progress of society, this seems to never be changed.

The human world advocates the superstructure that determines the economic foundation. Although it sounds good, it is still a problem of fists and the prehistoric land. Only people standing at the top of the food chain can be between the world of sarcastic worlds without being bullied. As for others, no one will sympathize with them. Because they are weak.

Looking at Zhunti in front of him coldly, Chen Yuyan rubbed her palms and looked at Zhunti, who was in a turbulent mind. Chen Yuyang still smiled coldly, as if the dark eyes could burst out with a cold sword light, directly shooting at Zhunti's heart, leaving him without even a room for resistance.

Zhunti, the uncle with high cultivation, was already afraid of this master, but now it seems that he was not afraid of it enough. Because he had never seen Chen Yuyang's rampage at all. If he faced the angry Chen Yuyang at this moment, Zhunti would be better, but at this moment, Chen Yuyang's whole body exuded a suffocating coldness. The feeling seemed to be piercing into his bones, which calmed Zhunti and made him not even qualified to move.

Now Cunti has truly understood that in front of this uncle, everything seems to be clouds. As long as he wants to do, he dares to do anything. In this world, the only person who can do whatever he wants and acts in a wild way is probably the only one in front of him. Even the teacher Hongjun Daozu cannot be like him.

Being able to suppress the saint with a single look and make himself unable to move, this cultivation and momentum is hard to find in the entire prehistoric world. Zhunti subconsciously shivered and his whole body trembled involuntarily. He didn't know what would happen next and what would happen.

It is perfect for planning a plan that has been planned for countless years. If it dies suddenly, Zhunti will naturally not want to see or even be resentful. But what can he do when facing this man? If he doesn't accept his fate, he has to wait for death. Who knows whether the myth of immortality of a saint in the eyes of this uncle is a joke~~

However, when Zhunti still had a glimmer of hope in his heart and looked at Chen Yuyang with an extremely sad expression, hoping that this uncle could make a fuss, the last straw on the camel's body had been pressed down. This would be the last straw that crushed Zhunti and made him unable to breathe. Seeing these people suddenly coming, the six paths, more accurately, these brothers, Zhunti had already died in his heart.

In Sanqing, I looked calm, but there was a hint of dislike in the wrinkled texture of the corners of my eyes. It was a hint of genuine dislike. Yuanshi was much older than before, but he still looked a little unkind when he looked at Zhunti. The most terrifying thing was Tongtian. Tongtian's killing aura was shining light from the four Zhuxian swords behind him. He stared at Zhunti coldly, and it was just a glance, but Zhunti felt the coldness of the sword.

Although the three purities each had their own moods, no one expressed it. Even Tongtian only glanced at him with a shocking glance, and then came to his closed disciple Kong Xuan, looking at the heroic disciple with satisfaction, with indescribable pride. Although he knew that his teaching would definitely not be able to produce a freak like Kong Xuan, he was still in a good mood.

Today, Kong Xuan has vaguely achieved the Taoist fruit that surpasses the saints. He is not as old as a child. However, Tongtian still subconsciously stroked Kong Xuan's head and did not speak. He just smiled faintly, his smile full of pride and pride as a master.

When Kong Xuan arrived, he saw that Tongtian was still etiquette and respectfully bowed: "Kong Xuan has seen the second master, and the second master has a long life!"

Kong Xuan is undoubtedly Tongtian’s most proud disciple, so Tongtian’s attitude towards him is even different from all his disciples, and he is indescribable to favor him. This can be seen from the Qingping Sword that Tongtian gave him to him back then. Perhaps in the near future, Kong Xuan will be the head of Jinao Island.

He patted Kong Xuan's shoulder gently, and Tongtian smiled and said, "Get up!"

Since the Three Pure Ones came out of Qingyang Island, the rest of the saints naturally came out too. Nuwa was the first to be attacked, narrowing her starry eyes and looking at Zhunti, but without saying anything. Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun were even more worried at this moment, the monk named Di Ksitigarbha. Their eyes were betting on the golden light of the coming heavenly merit, and they were worried indescribable.

However, Chen Yuyang seemed to have not cared about these people, and still stared at Zhunti coldly, still saying the question: "Zunti, have you seen the fist as big as a casserole?"

Zhunti didn't know why this uncle always repeated this sentence, as if it was a hint. A psychological pressure, the sweat on his head continued to drip with fear. It almost soaked the entire robe, and even the purple gold crown on his head began to slowly slide down, and a bag of bags was exposed to the air.

Standing with his hands behind his back, Chen Yuyang glanced at Dizang, who was comprehending the truth from afar, and then ignored it: "Cunti, as your uncle, I will give you a lesson today, which may be the only lesson I need to give you. If you listen well, it is very simple. Just four words!"

After a pause, Chen Yuyang said word by word: "The strong prey on the weak!!"

"The prehistoric world is an era where the strong prey on the weak. You think about the six paths and the luck of the entire prehistoric world. This is true. But there is one thing you have to understand, in life, how big your fists are, you can eat as much food. Don't be too greedy, don't have such teeth and appetite, be careful that you will be exhausted if you eat too much."

"Just based on your current cultivation level, even if you give it to the entire prehistoric world, you will be blasted by this power. Don't believe in the myth of immortality of the saint, it's just a myth!"

Chen Yuyang said coldly, not only to Zhunti, but also to all the saints present. It’s just that everyone’s understanding is different. To Zhunti, this is a kind of deterrence, a kind of intimidation, but to the rest, this is an explanation of another realm. It is extremely precious.

Just as Chen Yuyang and Zhunti were talking, a huge golden light like a thousand-year-old tree fell instantly and fell on Ksitigarbha's head. It seemed that this Buddhist Bodhisattva finally found his own way.hf();
Chapter completed!