Rewriting the Gods

Chapter 69: Cunning and shrewd! Kunpeng falls into the trap!
Kunpeng sneered in his heart, I knew that this treasure is not so easy to get!
Behind the human race stand the two saints Nuwa and Taiqing. The Three Purities are one and the same. To offend Taiqing is to offend the Three Purities.

Of the Six Saints of Heaven, four were offended at once.

Massacre of humans?

Do I think my life is too long?
There was no chaos in the prehistoric world for three generations, and nothing happened in the human territory. Both the wizards and the liches consciously avoided the human territory.

I don’t even have time to hide, and you want me to massacre humans.

"You are joking, Saint. The human race was created by Saint Nuwa. It is the place where Saint Taiqing preached. How can you kill people without permission?"

"Saint, please seek help from someone else. I am not lucky enough to obtain this treasure."

Zhunti's expression remained unchanged. He glanced at Kunpeng and said calmly, "Don't worry, fellow Daoist Kunpeng. I never asked you to slaughter the human race. I also have no intention of slaughtering the human race and causing suffering to the people of the prehistoric continent."

"But when the catastrophe occurs, all living things in the ancient world will be destroyed, and when the two tribes fight, it is inevitable that there will be accidental injuries."

"Among the demon tribes, there are quite a few newly born demon kings who do not know the power of the saints. How can the saints care about these youngsters?"

Kunpeng just sneered and didn't listen to a word Zhunti said.

Zhunti's face remained calm. "Forget it, forget it. Since Daoist Kunpeng has no intention, don't mention the human race anymore. Today, you and I have never talked about the human race."

“Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, in the next decisive battle, you will take the River Map and Luo Shu and escape to the North Sea. These two top-grade innate spiritual treasures will be yours in the future.”

"I am a demon master of the demon clan and a member of the demon clan. How could I harm my demon clan? Saint, please don't put me in an unjust position!" Kunpeng said expressionlessly.

If it is really so easy to take the River Map and Luo Shu, with so many magical weapons in the ancient times, how could I not have one?
This Zhunti has been talking for a long time, but it is all nonsense and useless.

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng is obsessed. Heaven and earth have their destiny. The wizards and liches will rise and fall. The Twelve Capitals of Evil Gods Formation and the Great Zhoutian Star Formation are trying to seize the fortune of heaven and earth and infringe upon the mysteries of the sun and the moon. Heaven and earth cannot tolerate them."

"It is your fate to destroy the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Array. When the time comes, you will understand!"

As Zhunti finished speaking, the sky spun and Kunpeng's consciousness returned to his body.

Looking at the familiar scenes of the Demon Master Palace around him, Kunpeng frowned. What did Zhunti mean? His words were vague and unclear.

Destiny?

snort!
The Golden Immortal of Great Luo has jumped out of the long river of fate, let alone myself, a dignified quasi-saint at the peak, where does my fate come from?

But since Zhunti came here in person, as a great saint, how could he do something without a purpose?
Could it be that there really is such a thing as fate?
For a moment, Kunpeng was a little hesitant.

After all, Zhunti is a saint. He has entered a new level and sees a completely different scene.

Those below a saint are all ants, this is not a joke.

If someone else had said what Zhunti said, even if they were both at the peak of Quasi-Saint status, Kunpeng would not be able to say a word, but that was Zhunti, one of the Six Saints of Heaven.

I have never been a saint, but what if a saint can really see destiny?

The more Kunpeng thought about it, the more hesitant he became. After all, when he was born, he was only at the Golden Immortal realm. Only after he entered the Quasi-Saint realm did he realize the vastness of the wilderness, the grandeur of the heaven and earth, and the mystery of the Great Dao.

I saw many scenes that I couldn't see before, which were things I couldn't see when I was a Golden Immortal. But just because a Golden Immortal couldn't see it didn't mean it didn't exist.

Similarly, what a saint can see is not something that a quasi-saint like him can see. Just because he can't see it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

For a moment, Kunpeng was shaken.

At the same time, in an unknown space above the Demon Court, seeing the change in Kunpeng's expression, Zhunti suddenly smiled.

Become!

Zhunti never thought about doing anything through Kunpeng. She could not do anything on her own. No matter what she did, as soon as she stepped on the scene, she would be affected by cause and effect. This was not what Zhunti wanted.

To massacre the human race, cut off the human race's roots, and destroy the two races of wizards and liches, Zhunti cannot take direct action.

All Zhunti can do is to guide and add fuel to the fire. Only in this way can there be no karma to befall upon oneself.

The massacre of the human race can only be spontaneously carried out by the demon race, so that the cause and effect will be borne by the demon race. Kunpeng took away the River Map and Luoshu and destroyed the Zhoutian Xingdou formation, and only Kunpeng himself voluntarily completed this action.

Zhunti's original purpose was not to make Kunpeng agree, but to plant a seed in Kunpeng's heart based on Kunpeng's suspicious nature, and when the time is right, the seed will sprout.

A golden light flashed in the void, and Zhunti's figure disappeared.

At the same time, around the human border, a human from the Xuanxian realm was sitting cross-legged on the top of a mountain. He was wearing a Taoist robe with a Tai Chi diagram embroidered on the back. Taiqing fairy light was rising around his body, illuminating the void. He was obviously a disciple of the Human Religion.

Following the orders of the tribe elders, he guards the human border to prevent the wizards and liches from crossing the border.

At present, the human race is still in the tribal period, and there is no common leader. The Xianmai human race is also led by the Xianmai Supreme Elder, who is the clan elder.

However, most people of the human race only know that there are twenty-five elders in the human race, and they do not know that there are actually fifty ancestral elders in the human race.

Among the visible veins, only a group of innate humans and the group of people who listened to the teachings in Shouyang Mountain know about the hidden veins.

At this time, in an area thousands of miles ahead of the human border, nearly a thousand liches were fighting. The weakest of the two races was at the Xuanxian realm, and there were even more than ten Golden Immortals among them!

The vast magic power roared, and the terrifying momentum resisted the void.

The human Xuanxian looked at the battle in front of him and felt his throat dry. Any one of the two sides in the battle could easily kill him and directly attack the tribe behind him.

There is no way. The strength of the human race is too weak and cannot be compared with the other two races at all.

In the human race, a Xuanxian is already considered a strong man who can stand alone, but among the two races, that is, at the level of soldiers, every one of the two races of Lich and Wizard who can participate in the war is below the Xuanxian.

Among the two races, being a Xuanxian is the most basic condition for going to the battlefield.

However, the Xuanxian of the human race is not too worried. The human race has the Holy Mother and the Holy Master behind them. The Lich and Warlock races will not offend the human race. After the fight is over, they will naturally leave and will not affect the human race.

During the time of being stationed here, we have seen such battles several times. They have never affected the human race, and they will not even approach the human territory. After the battle, they will leave on their own.

The war between the two races has entered a white-hot stage. There are continuous deaths of cultivators in the Xuanxian realm. Huge corpses fall from the air and hit the ground heavily, with a strong evil spirit rising.

(End of this chapter)