Chapter 78 Towards Chaos

The shore of the South China Sea.

At this moment, a Taoist priest was sitting on the shore, leaning against an ice coffin. In the ice coffin, there was a vague figure.

"Daoyou Hongjun has become a saint." Yin Yang smiled, "Daoyou Qiankun, did you hear that?"

Yin Yang looked towards the South China Sea.

The world has changed, and the times have changed. Now the South China Sea is calm, and the tide is not as good as before.

The work of the dragon clan is indeed good.

It has been calm for so many years in the prehistoric world.

"I just don't know how Daoyou Yangmei is doing now." Yin Yang smiled, turned his head and stroked the ice coffin:

"Let's go, let's go south, this time to see what the extreme south of the prehistoric world is like."

As he said that, Yin Yang carried the ice coffin on his back again, stepped on the sea one step at a time, and walked towards the south as if walking on flat ground.

Under the immortal volcano.

A phantom phoenix opened his eyes.

‘Hongjun, become a saint.’

The phoenix shadow opened his eyes for only a moment, and then closed them again.

Endless earth fire hit the shadow, as if all the earth fire in the world was gathered by her.

The same situation happened in Qilin Cliff and Qianlongyuan.

The patriarchs of the three tribes are working hard for the stability of the prehistoric world.

They also have to work hard to guard this world.

The prehistoric world is indeed very stable now.

There are no more tsunamis in the four seas, and it has always been calm.

There are no more volcanic eruptions in the prehistoric world, and the disaster of earth fire has been completely resolved.

The foundation of the prehistoric land is solid, and ordinary Taiyi Jinxian can't even break the floor.

If you say which of the three tribes is the worst?

It must be the first Qilin.

Suppressing the prehistoric land veins is not something that the first Qilin can bear.

Therefore, Shi Qilin can only suppress the earth veins in the northeast now. Even so, he can't bear it, and his residual soul is about to disperse.

Moreover, this is still the credit of Hongjun sharing the merits with the world. Otherwise, Shi Qilin alone can't suppress it, and he is not a real saint.

Even if he is a real saint, some loan saints can't do it.

In Qianlongyuan.

"Zhulong Ancestor! What should we dragons do?"

A voice resounded throughout Qianlongyuan.

Zhulong opened his eyes, and the bottom of the abyss was as bright as day:

"What about the dragons?"

"There are many tribes in the prehistoric world... Many tribes have sent troops to our dragons..."

Hatred is still spreading.

The dragons have ruled all living beings for countless years, and they are extremely licentious and domineering.

Now, the dragons have fallen, and all the tribes are standing side by side, and they have been backlashed.

"War, whoever invades, kill him."

Zhulong's voice is like a big bell, very deep.

The killing intent was no longer concealed.

"Ancestor Zhulong, we also want to fight..." Ao Yuan's voice was a little low, and the sorrow in it could no longer be suppressed:

"But, Ancestor, if we fight again, the karma of our dragon clan is too deep and we can no longer afford it."

"For so many years, we have been working diligently to ensure the prosperity of the prehistoric world, but the karma on us is still lingering, and I am afraid we will not be able to fight again."

Zhulong was silent.

If we fight again, the dragon clan will be in danger of extinction.

It's not that the foundation of the Ten Thousand Clans can compare with the dragon clan.

It's that the dragon clan really doesn't dare to fight. If they create killing karma again, how can they bear the backlash of karma?

How to fight?

If they kill back, their own people will be entangled in karma, which will make things worse, and even Daluo will not be able to escape death.

After a long silence, Zhulong saw the avenue of time flowing in his eyes, and suddenly he spit out a mouthful of dragon blood, as if he was slapped in the face.

Can't watch, can't watch.

Hongjun has become a saint...

"Forget it, Hongjun has become a saint, and the world will have rules in the future."

This is the result that Zhulong saw more than ten yuan ago.

But it is no longer worth seeing now.

"Retreat." Zhulong's voice seemed to be aged in an instant:

"Retreat to the bottom of the sea and set up a large formation."

Zhulong said, and then spit out a 100,000-foot-sized "golden pill".

"This is my dragon ball. If you use this formation, it cannot be broken except by the ancestor. Even if thousands of Daluo are besieged, it cannot be broken."

After Zhulong realized the Tao, his Tao realm... can be called the first person under Hongjun now!

Such as Qingluan and Mo Qilin, they are all lower than him.

And Zhulong's opportunity to realize the Tao was also due to fate.

He just wanted to know the future and fulfill the entrustment of Zulong, how to lead the dragon clan to find a way out.

So, he realized it.

"Yes! I obey the old ancestor's order!"

Ao Yuan retreated, Zhulong slowly closed his eyes, and Qianlongyuan fell into darkness again.

'The dragon clan... the thousands of great dragon elders who achieved perfection after the war... are now suppressing the sea eye. At best, they will fall in realm, and at worst, they will die...'

'We, the dragon clan, can only wait...'

——

The influence of Hongjun's sainthood has become a "hot word" in the mouths of all living beings today.

The first saint in the world, the pinnacle of Tao.

Countless creatures want to enter the chaos to find the Zixiao Palace and listen to the saint's Tao.

But... only a few have the strength to go.

Want to enter the chaos without entering Daluo?

OK, you can have a protective innate spiritual treasure.

But who dares to go to the chaos without entering Daluo?

Want to die?

If you don't enter Daluo, you have to be prepared to be killed and robbed by others with an innate spiritual treasure.

You may not be allowed to fight in front of the saint.

But what else can you do if you are not in front of the saint? Weakness + innate spiritual treasure, the buff is already full.

Buzhou Mountain.

Baichuan and others have made full preparations.

Just when they were about to set off...

"Daoyou Bai Ze! Daoyou Bai Ze!"

A gentle female voice came from behind the crowd.

Everyone looked back upon hearing the sound, and saw Hou Tu rushing towards them.

"Daoyou, are you going with us?" Bai Ze took two steps back and asked.

"Yeah." Hou Tu nodded and said with a smile:

"My brother and sister are not going, and I am the only one who is interested in the Dao of Saint Hongjun."

Bai Chuan could understand seeing this.

This situation is normal.

The Wu Clan has no Yuanshen, so it is useless to go there, Ding and Ding do not understand, and Xie and Xie do not know.

Another thing, the Wu Clan? What respect can he have for Master Hongjun...

The first saint in the world?

Hongjun is a hook eight with a raised middle finger.

The only ones who can arouse the interest of the twelve ancestors of the witches are Chi Chi Chi and the resurrection of Pangu God.

"Then fellow Taoist, please go with us." Bai Chuan said with a smile:

"It's just right for you to keep me company."

Bai Ze: "????"

"How did it become keeping me company?" Bai Ze looked at Bai Chuan with a puzzled look:

"We are all company if we go together."

~

Bai Chuan played an unknown tune and didn't look at Bai Ze.

Fu Xi smiled and said nothing.

It seems like there is something new and interesting~

Bai Chuan's words attracted everyone's attention, but Hou Tu didn't seem to react, just blinked and looked at Bai Ze.

Kong Xuan and Jin Peng said, I shouldn't be here, I should be at the bottom of the mountain.

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