Chapter 113 Kunpeng, it’s time to repay karma

Chapter 113 Kunpeng, it’s time to repay karma

In the Wa Palace, Nuwa's eyes were full of brilliance.

After thinking for a while, she finally came to the underworld.

At this time, Houtu had just returned from Fangzhang Fairy Island, and she appeared in front of Nuwa with a feeling in her heart.

Looking at Nuwa, Houtu already knew the purpose of her trip.

Houtu led Nuwa into the underworld.

Walking along the way, Nuwa looked at the witch clan who had transformed into the underworld clan, and her thoughts were rolling in her heart.

This war between witches and liches seemed to be a loss for both witches and liches, but in fact, it can be said that the demon clan was defeated and the witch clan completely escaped.

"This calculation, that Guixuan Daozu is really terrifying."

Fortunately, her relationship with several saints in the underworld and Guixuan Daozu was not bad, otherwise she would have been pulled down from the sainthood long ago.

At this time, Houtu's mind was also full of thoughts.

After experiencing the second prehistoric world, she had already made plans in her mind.

"It's just that I can't treat Nuwa like the second prehistoric world."

Different worlds, different purposes.

The relationship between the two of them is also different.

Hou Tu smiled, "I already know what my sister is here for."

"When the time comes, just give me Fuxi's soul, and I will make the arrangements."

Hmm?

Hou Tu actually knew her purpose!

Nu Wa was shocked.

"You..."

Is this the strength of a genuine saint?

Nu Wa wanted to ask, but she saw Hou Tu looking at her with a smile, and finally said slowly, "I owe you a cause and effect this time."

No matter how the other party knew her purpose, as long as it did not affect her brother's reincarnation and subsequent calculations, it didn't matter if she owed you a cause and effect.

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Kunlun Mountain.

At this time, the immortal sound was faint and the Tao rhyme was flowing on Kunlun Mountain.

In front of the Sanqing Hall, Sanqing sat on the Qingyun, spitting out lotus flowers, golden flowers floating, and preaching to a group of disciples.

When the sermon was over, Yuanshi Tianzun looked at the disciples who were immersed in their preaching and frowned.

Then he looked at Tongtian Sect Master and said, "Third brother, except for the four direct disciples, why are all the other disciples of yours so shallow?"

Tongtian Sect Master said, "The fundamental reason for our founding is to use the luck of these disciples to break through the shackles; but we can't do things too extreme. We established Jiejiao to seize a ray of life for all things."

"Isn't it our life?"

"Although these disciples have shallow luck, they will sooner or later rise to the top under the protection of saints like us."

"When the time comes, the shackles will be broken in an instant under the return of the favor."

He has the Dongwanggong Wanxian formation diagram, and has already comprehended the essence of the Wanxian formation from it.

Once the Wanxian comes to pay homage, under the Wanxian formation, the four swords of Zhuxian will suppress everything, and the situation is in my hands!

Yuanshi Tianzun frowned after hearing this.

He has always valued the footsteps and talent.

In addition to his own luck, he pays the most attention to these two points when accepting disciples.

He also believed that only those who possessed these three points could become his disciples and help him break free from the shackles.

This concept was completely opposite to Tongtian, so he asked today.

"But have you ever thought that if this goes on for a long time, some people with shallow minds will mix in and disrupt your luck, how will you deal with it?"

Yuanshi Tianzun's voice was leisurely.

In his eyes, among the outer disciples of Jiejiao, some demons with karma were mixed in and were accepted as disciples by Tongtian.

These people who were hatched from wet eggs and covered with fur and armor had weak luck; they all wanted to mix into the Taoist tradition of the saints and use the luck of the saints for protection.

As one grew and the other fell, the luck of Jiejiao seemed magnificent, but it was a dream.

It would collapse sooner or later.

Tongtian didn't care.

At their level, once they made a decision in their hearts, they would not change it easily.

At this time, the Taiqing Saint slowly said, "To show mercy to all things is also a kind of practice."

"The Taoist Guixuan preached in the prehistoric world, and hundreds of millions of weak creatures practiced his way and followed his method; there was no effect in the short term, but it was not a method in the long run."

"Tongtian is imitating the Taoist Guixuan and following the way of all things."

As he spoke, the light in the eyes of the Taiqing Saint turned, and the yin and yang energies wandered in his eyes.

After a while, he said again, "In the next calamity, the human race will prosper, and the human race will have three emperors to rule the world, and the five emperors will be determined."

"I have discussed with Sister Nuwa that one person from each of the Human Religion, the Chan Religion, and the Jie Religion will teach the three emperors of the human race to suppress the fate of the human race."

"Here, you can preach and consolidate the Taoism of the human race, and you can also let your disciples use this merit to enter the path of quasi-saints and enhance their foundation."

When Yuanshi Tianzun saw the Taiqing Saint say this, he stopped talking.

In order to break the shackles of their own luck, the shackles on their bodies, each of them practiced their own methods.

The Saint of Taiqing follows the path of inaction. It seems that he does nothing, but in fact he is calculating everywhere.

Only Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu follow the path of luck, using luck to break luck.

It's just that the methods they follow are different from each other.

The rise of the human race is appointed by the teacher. As the three saints of Xuanmen, they should participate and pave the way for the rise of the human race.

They can also take this opportunity to enhance their luck.

Thinking of this, Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu were quite tempted.

However, Yuanshi Tianzun changed the subject, "The demon race's heaven is already ruined, and the heaven cannot be without a master for a day. Should we take this opportunity to gain some of the heaven's luck?"

Tongtian Jiaozhu said in a calm voice, "Maybe that person has already made some arrangements for this matter."

"If we want to gain benefits from it, we need to plan carefully."

"It's just the two boys." Taiqing Saint said expressionlessly, "Perhaps the one who planned this has already made a move, and is just waiting for us to speak."

Yuanshi Tianzun's heart trembled, and after Taiqing Saint said this, he also reacted, "We three saints gathered in Kunlun, the luck is too great."

"With more and more disciples, the luck of the two sects has increased again, and this time it will definitely attract attention."

"If you forcibly occupy the luck of the heaven again, it will definitely make that person jealous."

That person is suppressing their luck.

If the luck rises, it will definitely attract attention and backlash.

At that time, the gain will not outweigh the loss, and the power of thunder will fall from the sky, and it will not be easy for them as saints.

Tongtian said, "Then let him do what he wants. It's nothing more than playing a play with him."

"But this play can't be played in vain."

Tongtian looked at his own disciples below, and his mind was thinking, "Why not disperse now, so that they will be less afraid."

The Great Purity Saint and Yuanshi Tianzun thought for a long time, and finally nodded, "Okay!"

At this time, the disciples below woke up one after another, looking at the three saints on the Qingyun, and they were excited.

The saints preached, blessing all spirits, and they benefited a lot.

The three saints nodded, explained, and disappeared in the Sanqing Hall.

When they appeared again, they were in front of the Zixiao Palace.

Looking at the closed door of the Zixiao Palace, the three Qings looked at each other and walked in.

Not long after, Nuwa also appeared.

A thousand years later.

The four saints of Xuanmen appeared in the heaven with two boys from the Zixiao Palace. Under the gloomy eyes of the two boys, they set up the six emperors of the heaven.

Two of the six emperors were occupied by Taiyi Zhenren and Nanji Xianweng respectively.

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At this time, in the human race.

The Taoist Taixuan, the clone of Gui Xuan, felt something.

He looked at the direction of the Heavenly Court and smiled.

"Sure enough, everything is happening according to the script."

Without his intervention, the great trend of the prehistoric world began to follow the original track.

This track is just flowing on the surface.

If you dig deeper, the great trend of the prehistoric world has long been pried by small forces.

Just like what is happening now.

Tai Xuan has been wandering among the human race for hundreds of thousands of years, preaching to the entire human race.

The human race has made a qualitative leap in all aspects again during his preaching.

The name of Taoist Taixuan is widely spread among the human race, and with the inclination of luck, it has appeared on this clone.

This time he is not going to rob the merits of the Three Emperors' Master like in the second prehistoric world. These merits are useless to him in this world.

He wants to build a strong human race. Not to mention that everyone is like a dragon, at least he cannot be weaker than any race in the prehistoric world.

If he can succeed, the human race in this world will be a great weapon for him to conquer other prehistoric worlds!

"As long as the human race is not destroyed, the destiny will last forever."

"The witch clan will transform into the underworld clan, and follow Hou Tu to take charge of the underworld; now only the demon clan has not been taken into my hands, but it will be soon."

Thinking of it, a long banner covered with Taoist patterns appeared in his hand.

It was the demon-summoning banner he had given to the demon emperor Di Jun before, but it was a little different when he looked closely.

"One banner is divided into two, and the child and the mother are linked."

After he refined this demon-summoning banner, he used his great magic power to split it into two, the child and the mother.

The side given to Di Jun was just a child banner, and the mother banner had also reached the level of the best innate spiritual treasure.

But it has the ability to control the child banner.

Taoist Taixuan gently shook the demon-summoning banner, and streams of light flowed on the long banner.

North Sea, the land of the North Sea.

Kunpeng, who had been hiding in the North Sea since the war between witches and demons, was now comprehending the law of speed in the blood of the chaotic demon god under the island.

Suddenly, Kunpeng's face changed and his body disappeared on the spot.

When he appeared again, he had already arrived at the land of the human race, in front of a Taoist priest.

"Who are you!"

Kunpeng's face changed greatly.

Especially when he looked at the demon-summoning banner in the other party's hand, it was even more incredible.

Isn't the demon-summoning banner in his hand? How could the other party have it!

With a thought, an identical demon-summoning banner appeared in his palm.

Before Kunpeng could make any move, the demon-summoning banner in his hand turned into a stream of light and merged into the demon-summoning banner in Taixuan's hand.

"How is it possible..."

Kunpeng's face was horrified.

But it was a gift made by Daozu Guixuan and given to the demon emperor Dijun.

As soon as this thought appeared, Kunpeng's heart moved, and he quickly saluted, "Kunpeng greets Daozu Guixuan!"

At this time, he didn't understand that the person in front of him was the incarnation of Daozu Guixuan.

After thinking it through, Kunpeng felt even more uneasy.

Why did Daozu Guixuan like to use his incarnation to appear in the prehistoric world!

Kunpeng roared in his heart.

Previously, Kong Yuan, the clone of Daozu Guixuan, had been wandering in the North Sea for countless years, and he had offended him a lot.

Moreover, he owed Daozu Guixuan karma because of this incident.

He thought Daozu Guixuan had long forgotten these things, but now it seems that the karma from before has to be repaid today.

Sure enough, a smiling voice appeared in his ears.

Daoist Taixuan smiled and said, "Kunpeng, the karma between you and me."

"You should pay it back!"