Chapter 90: Tunnel established, three saints in one day
North Sea.
The ancestor witch Hou Tu brought the other eleven ancestor witches and appeared in the Fangzhang Immortal Path.
Hou Tu said respectfully, "Daozu, we are ready!"
Gui Xuan looked at the twelve ancestor witches.
"Since you have decided, I will not say any more nonsense."
"The establishment of the tunnel is of great importance."
"During this great catastrophe of the human race, the reincarnation path is ready to move. It is about to be born. If it is delayed, the prehistoric world will be unstable."
"The witch clan combed the prehistoric earth veins and purified the prehistoric thousands of yuanhui. The merits are immeasurable; this merit can be used as a guide to keep you safe."
The twelve ancestor witches bowed respectfully to Gui Xuan, "Thank you, Daozu Gui Xuan."
Gui Xuan looked at Zhen Yuanzi on the side, "Zhen Yuanzi, let's start!"
Zhen Yuanzi's face was serious, and there was a faint golden light shining on his body.
Then he was sent to the bottom of Buzhou Mountain by Gui Xuan.
Zhen Yuanzi held the earth book in his hand and looked at the prehistoric void with a majestic look.
Then a vast, sacred voice resounded throughout the prehistoric land.
"God is above, I am Zhen Yuanzi, helping the Wu clan to sort out the prehistoric world for billions of years. I feel that the prehistoric world is incomplete, so today I set up a tunnel to complete the prehistoric world and educate the prehistoric beings."
"Use the best innate spiritual treasure earth book to suppress the destiny, and return to Xuan Daozu! I hope God will witness it!"
Boom!
The prehistoric world shook.
In an instant, golden lotuses emerged from the ground, and the sky was full of flowers.
A thick golden light of merit appeared in the sky and landed on Zhen Yuanzi's body.
The purple air shone on the prehistoric world for billions of miles, and a primordial purple air appeared from the void and merged into Zhen Yuanzi's body.
The next second.
The panic-stricken holy power suppressed the prehistoric world, and countless creatures were suppressed and couldn't raise their heads.
The new saint has arrived!
So fast!
Billions of creatures were shocked and incredible.
But the sainthood that fell on him didn't seem fake.
"Congratulations to Saint Zhen Yuanzi for becoming a saint!"
Billions of creatures bowed and worshiped. Before they could get up, Hou Tu appeared on the Netherworld Blood Sea.
Hou Tu's voice was compassionate.
"Heaven is above, I am Hou Tu, a descendant of Pangu, transformed by Pangu's blood. I feel that the world is incomplete, and after the death of billions of sentient beings, they have no place to live and resentment is everywhere. Today I create the reincarnation path and establish the six reincarnation paths!"
"Use the top-grade innate spiritual treasure, the Book of the Underworld, to suppress the fate of the reincarnation path, return it to the control of the earth, and respect it to the ancestor of the Xuan Dao. I hope the Heaven will judge it!"
Another golden light of merit fell and landed on Hou Tu, and a primordial spirit power was catalyzed by the merit of the Heaven.
Hou Tu was overjoyed.
Then, he was horrified to find that his body was dissipating.
In the North Sea, Gui Xuan saw this, and the power of the law flowed in his eyes.
In the Chaos Pearl, a huge body appeared on Fangzhang Fairy Island. Looking closely, it looked exactly like Hou Tu.
Gui Xuan injected countless laws into this body, and took out the twelve Dinghai Pearls from the chaotic world.
They were sent to the North Sea of the Netherworld together.
This body was made by Gui Xuan using the innate Xiran plus the Sanguang Divine Water, and the thirteen ancestor witches that were not yet born in the Wu clan!
That's right!
It was the thirteenth ancestor witch secretly cultivated by the twelve ancestor witches.
For countless years, it has not been born.
After Hou Tu told Gui Xuan about this, Gui Xuan took a look and understood the reason.
Twelve is the number of great perfection.
If you want the thirteenth ancestor witch to be born, one of the ancestor witches must die.
Otherwise, under the heavenly way, the thirteenth ancestor witch is not allowed to come to the world!
After Gui Xuan's deduction, although these thirteen ancestor witches have not been born, they can just become Hou Tu's new body after creating the reincarnation path and transforming into reincarnation.
The essence and blood of the twelve ancestor witches have been nurtured for hundreds of millions of years, and the origin of the ancestor witches has already been born.
In addition to the innate Xiran, the Sanguang Divine Water, and the law of creation!
It's just right to condense a body of the ancestor witch for Hou Tu's use!
Along with the body, a primordial purple air appeared.
Hou Tu's heart was blessed, and she controlled her own soul to leave the main body and fall into the new body.
The primordial purple air also fell.
When he completed this series of actions, the main body had already collapsed and disappeared.
Instead, there was a dark and cold space world.
The underworld!
In the new body, Hou Tu suddenly opened her eyes.
The twelve Dinghai beads were held in her hands, and the vast voice continued to appear.
"There should be eighteen levels of hell in the cycle of reincarnation!"
Click!
Three Dinghai beads flew into the underworld and turned into the eighteen levels of hell.
"There should be six reincarnations!"
Another six Dinghai beads flew out, turned into six dark whirlpools, and flew into the underworld.
"There should be the Ghost Gate, the Naihe Bridge, the Yellow Spring River, etc.!"
All the remaining Dinghai beads flew in and turned into various things in the underworld world.
In just a moment, an empty underworld appeared in the prehistoric land.
This is not over yet.
Hou Tu looked at Buzhou Mountain and absorbed a large number of witches with great magic power.
"There should be ghost soldiers and generals to maintain the operation of the underworld!"
After doing all this.
Purple air rose from the prehistoric land, spanning the entire prehistoric world.
From the saints to ordinary creatures in the prehistoric world, their eyes were filled with tears, "Merciful and compassionate Hou Tu Niangniang!"
"Merciful Hou Tu Niangniang!"
With the shouts of the crowd, Hou Tu became a saint!
The witches also had a saint!
"God is above. I am the ancestor of the Styx River. I traveled around the prehistoric continent and felt that the Heavenly Dao was incomplete. Today, I established the Way of Killing and was in charge of the killing of the prehistoric world. I suppressed the fate with the top-grade innate spiritual treasure, the twelfth-grade karma fire red lotus! Honored to the ancestor of the Xuan Dao!"
"I hope the Heavenly Dao will judge it!"
In the incredible eyes of the prehistoric saints.
A primordial purple air fell from the sky and landed on the ancestor of the Styx River.
The ancestor of the Styx River became a saint on the spot!
"How is it possible!"
"What virtue and ability does he have to become a saint!"
"The Heavenly Dao is unfair!!"
"······"
The prehistoric great power looked crazy and felt unreal.
Zhen Yuanzi became a saint on the spot, and Hou Tu created the six reincarnations to become a saint. They could accept this.
But how could he, the ancestor of the Styx River, become a saint without a good reputation!
What qualifications does he have!
Jealous!
Jealous!
Jealous! !
Countless prehistoric great powers had red eyes.
Seeing the purple air all over the world, he had to accept the fact.
In fact, the time for the Styx Patriarch to become a saint had not yet come.
It was Gui Xuan who used his privilege to summon the last of the three primordial purple airs.
Integrate it into the Styx Patriarch.
Before that, he had preached to the Styx Patriarch for hundreds of millions of years, and the Styx had already mastered the law of the great way of gold and smelted himself.
Integrate it into his killing.
In turn, he moved the primordial purple air and became a saint on the spot.
It was considered that Gui Xuan opened a back door for him.
Three saints in one day.
The great world is coming again!
Countless creatures shouted respectfully, "Congratulations to the Styx Saint for becoming a saint!"
Even if they could no longer accept the Styx becoming a saint, there was no other way.
At this time, several saints who were discussing the results of the great catastrophe of the human race in the Zixiao Palace suddenly felt that there was something wrong with the prehistoric world.
When they looked over, their faces changed.
"Zhen Yuanzi, Hou Tu, and Minghe have become saints!"
Looking at the strange vision of the purple air covering billions of miles in the prehistoric world in disbelief, several saints were shocked.
Then they secretly looked at their teacher.
But they found that his face was normal and there was nothing unusual.
Perhaps because he felt the gazes of the saints such as Sanqing, Hongjun said indifferently, "The saints have come to the world to complete the heaven and earth and celebrate together."
In the strange gazes of the saints such as Sanqing, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti, Hongjun appeared in the prehistoric world and said indifferently, "Congratulations to the two Taoist friends for becoming saints!"
Daoist friends? !
Sanqing and Nuwa were shocked.
What is this secret that made Hongjun Daozu a saint?
They can understand Hou Tu's reincarnation.
It is understandable that Hongjun Daozu called him a Taoist friend for benefiting the prehistoric beings.
But the secret...
The sentient beings are puzzled.
Zhen Yuanzi and Hou Tu looked calm, "You are so polite, fellow Taoist!"
After becoming saints of the underground world, they already understood some things in their hearts.
They should call each other friends with Hongjun.
Hongjun nodded and looked at the disciples behind him, "Just do what I said just now."
After that, he disappeared in the prehistoric world and returned to the Zixiao Palace.
Only a few saints were left looking at each other.
Finally, they had no choice but to step forward and say, "Congratulations to the two uncles on becoming saints."
Why did I lower my generation?
Zhen Yuanzi smiled, "Fellow Taoists, you don't need to be polite. The cause and effect between me and fellow Taoist Hongjun has nothing to do with you."
This sentence obviously made Sanqing, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti feel relieved.
If they really call them uncles in the future, it will be a lot of fun.
They can't afford to lose face.
At that moment, they were a little curious about the underground tunnel.
But they also knew that it was not the time to delve into it. After a simple chat, they left.
In the North Sea.
After watching the saints leave, Gui Xuan retracted his gaze.
"It seems that Hongjun really hid the secrets of the earth and the human way."
The primordial saints' souls are entrusted to the primordial heaven. Logically speaking, they should not be unaware of the three ways of heaven, earth and man.
From their performance just now, it is obvious that they were concealed.
When the underground tunnel was built and three saints were born in one day.
In the primordial void, above the nine heavens.
Di Jun and Tai Yi, who were knocked away by Gui Xuan and fell into a coma, woke up again.
Di Jun looked at Tai Yi, who was cracked all over and seriously injured, with a cold face.
"The human race deserves death!"
A small human race actually made their demon race lose so much face in the primordial wilderness.
Such hatred is simply unbearable.
Taiyi said weakly, "Brother, we went too far in this battle."
"The two saints relied on the human race to become saints, and the human race's luck almost collapsed, causing the saints to fall from the saintly position. We have displeased the two saints this time. What should we do in the future?"
While speaking, his tone was slightly worried.
It seems that they are two saints, but in fact they have offended almost all the saints.
The Three Pure Ones are one.
The two saints in the West were suppressed again.
This time, their demon race has offended all the saints.
Di Jun's heart sank, and finally said in a cold voice, "As long as we can unify the prehistoric world and become saints, relying on the luck of the demon race, we are not afraid of these saints!"
Taiyi suddenly said, "What about Guixuan Daozu..."
Di Jun's face froze and he opened his mouth.
After a long time, he slowly stood up and said, "Let the demon race recuperate and concentrate on refining the Tuwu Sword!"
"There is more than one Daozu in this prehistoric world."
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Prehistoric world counts no years.
After countless years since the five saints appeared in one day, the prehistoric land once again saw the prosperity of three saints in one day.
The saint was born, and the whole world celebrated.
One after another, the creation appeared between heaven and earth, repairing the wounds of the previous war.
The six reincarnations were established, and there was less resentment and hostility between heaven and earth.
What surprised the prehistoric gods was that the old ancestor of the Styx actually included his Asura clan into the Asura Path of the six reincarnations.
Became one of the six reincarnations.
The merits from heaven made the prehistoric gods envious.
But what made the prehistoric gods feel nervous was.
They were horrified to find that there was only one saint left in the world!
Originally, there were nine saints appointed by heaven.
Hongjun Daozu, Buddhist Hongyun Zufo, Taiqing Saint of the Human Sect, Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun of the Chan Sect, Shangqing Tongtian Sect Master of the Jie Sect, Nuwa Saint of the Human Race, Jieyin Saint of the Western Sect, and Zhunti Saint.
Eight saints were occupied at once.
There is also Guixuan Daozu who opened the way for all living beings, using his own infinite merits to exchange for three holy positions, achieving the number of twelve great perfections.
Now the three saints have come to the world, Zhenyuan Saint, Hou Tu Niangniang, and Minghe Saint!
A total of eleven saints.
All of a sudden, the saint position becomes one again!
After some prehistoric great powers understood this matter, their hearts were shocked.
They all rushed to Wuzhuang Temple and Donghai Buddhism.
As for Hou Tu Niangniang and Minghe Patriarch, the two of them are in the underworld, which is not yet perfect and does not welcome other forces to enter.
There are only some disciples of Buddhism, and the witch clan that was transformed into ghost soldiers and ghosts by Hou Tu before.
In front of Wuzhuang Temple, Qingfeng and Mingyue looked at the densely packed countless prehistoric saints at the foot of the mountain with bitter faces, at a loss.
Since their master became a saint, these prehistoric saints seem to have gone crazy, all squatting at the foot of the mountain and not leaving.
But the two of them are weak and can't be driven away at all.
They dare not drive them away.
If he is beaten to death, it will be a shame!
Under the gaze of others, Zhen Yuanzi appeared in the void with holy light all over his body.
After seeing Zhen Yuanzi, a prehistoric saint hurriedly asked.
"Saint, I wonder if the last holy position belongs to the underground?"
At this time.
In the prehistoric world, a rumor appeared, which instantly detonated the prehistoric world.
"Gui Xuan Daozu has not yet become a saint!"
"This last holy position is reserved for Gui Xuan Daozu!"