People in Jiejiao, Plague God Lu Yue

Chapter 540: Cutting off one's own sainthood, free and easy heart

If you are in a disaster, you will die if you are not careful!

The Styx refined the sea of ​​blood in order to become immortal like a saint, so how could he get involved in it? He wouldn't even have time to hide, which is why he can still live.

Be able to bend and stretch.
The true qualities of a hero!

Empress Pingxin looked at the back of Patriarch Minghe as he left, and sighed, "Minghe is an outsider after all, and he is not of the same mind as us. There are some things that I have not pointed out."

"The power of the prehistoric world created by Father Pangu is gradually disappearing. Under the erosion of Daozu Hongjun, the prehistoric world is becoming more and more fragile. In the ancient times, there were catastrophes of dragons and phoenixes, catastrophes of witches and demons, quasi-saints were everywhere, and Daluo was worse than a dog. Look at it now?"

"A mere Conferred God Tribulation almost shattered the prehistoric world."

“If the infinite calamity comes, the destruction of the prehistoric world will be a piece of cake. Only one person will be able to transcend, and he must be Hongjun Daozu.” Niangniang Pingxin was worried as a descendant of Pangu.

She really didn't want to see Honghuang go downhill, but she didn't have enough power to overturn the waves. She was suppressed in the tunnel by Hongjun Daozu and couldn't enter and leave Honghuang freely.

Step into cause and effect.

The true spirits of the twelve witch ancestors became somewhat dim, and asked curiously, "Little sister, we must not watch the great wilderness created by Father Pangu fall apart."

"nature."

Empress Pingxin was full of compassion. She looked at the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demon and said, "You two should go to the human world and look for someone. From what I have observed, he may be the only variable."

"Who?"

Dijiang was a little curious. Anyone who could be looked at with admiration by Pingxin must be extraordinary.

"Lü Yue."

he?
Upon hearing this, the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demons showed hesitation. The Emperor of Netherworld took command and left, leaving the Eighteen Levels of Hell empty. Their own queen had just stabbed the Great Heavenly Venerable in the back, so now they had to let them come forward.

"My Lady, if you had known this would happen, why did you backstab the Great Celestial Lord?"

Ping Xin looked gloomy, glanced at the twelve ancestor witches beside him, and explained: "He will understand my selfishness."

"hehe."

The Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demons shook their heads and left helplessly. As for whether they could make Lu Yue change his mind, they were not sure. Even a clay man would have some temper, not to mention being stabbed in the back by Empress Pingxin.

And you take the initiative to come to my door?
Licking a dog?
Heaven!
Tongtian Patriarch's face turned pale. He pulled out the primordial purple energy in his soul, and said with a look of misery, "Daozu Hongjun, why are you so aggressive?"

As the winner of the Conferred God Contest, he sat in Shangqingtian and no longer managed the disciples of Jiejiao, but they still did not let him go, as if his existence made Hongjun Daozu feel uneasy.

"Idiot!"

In Zixiao Palace, Daoist Patriarch Hongjun had a strange look on his face. He looked at Tongtian who had cut off his own sainthood and sneered.

"I don't care whether you are the first saint in the prehistoric world or not. What I care about is whether you have the ability to kill me from the heavens."

"You are wrong if you have this ability!"

One glance for thousands of years.

It's like we have a telepathic connection.

Patriarch Tongtian threw out the Hongmeng purple energy, which directly disappeared into the void and landed in the hands of Daozu Hongjun.

The sound of Tao is vast and boundless.

People are happy and vast!

"I am a poor Taoist who knows everything and pretends to be a saint. Today, I will cut off my own sainthood and return to the Xuanmen with my destiny. I hope the great Dao will take notice of me."

"allow!"

A vast voice of the Great Dao came from the depths of chaos, directly approving Tongtian's request, severing Tongtian's connection with his position in the Heavenly Dao, and announcing it to the world.

The sky showed strange signs.

The sky is crying.

The return of Hongmeng Purple Qi actually means a weakening of the rules for the Heavenly Dao. The number of saints who rule the Heavenly Dao decreases, and the corresponding strength of the Heavenly Dao weakens.

The strength of Hongjun Daozu will also be weakened.

It can be said that if you hurt the enemy, you will lose eight hundred of your own. The reason why Hongjun Daozu was happy was because the luck of Xuanmen had increased. In the current prehistoric world, he was still the first Dao. With the return of luck, he still had enough confidence to control the Heavenly Dao.

The moss at the entrance of Zixiao Palace disappeared.

In a good mood.

A drop of holy blood fell from the sky, and a crack appeared in the Eye of Heaven. In the blink of an eye, it recovered again. Master Tongtian took the initiative to cut off the holy throne, and Lu Yue was moved.

Emotion.

Among all the saints in the ancient times, only Master Tongtian is the most free and easy, and he cares the most about the protection of his disciples.

In his opinion, cutting off the Hongmeng purple energy is actually a good thing for Tongtian Sect Master. The connection between him and the Heavenly Dao is getting smaller and smaller, and the possibility of being controlled by Hongjun Daozu is getting smaller and smaller.

Approaching nothing.

Hongmeng Purple Qi is the shortcut to becoming a saint!

Since it is a shortcut, there must be a price. All good things actually have a price already marked behind them, but it’s just that they haven’t been paid for the time being. If there is evil, the prehistoric world will inevitably be destroyed one day.

The first to bear the brunt must be the saints.

It is not surprising that Hongjun Daozu would do something extraordinary in order to preserve his own strength.

The face of Tongtian Sect Leader was pale and he was spitting blood. His cultivation level had fallen from the ninth level of Saint to the first level of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, which was not as high as that of Lu Yue himself.

lost heavily!

If it weren't for the prosperous luck of Jiejiao, it might have fallen to the realm of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian. The way of luck is extremely ethereal, and the cultivation of the saints in the ancient times relies on the luck of heaven.

This is a ridiculous thing.

More like heresy.

This is also the reason why in the ancient times, the saints were immortal, but outside the ancient times, the saints' cultivation level was discounted compared to that of the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

If the prehistoric world had not been created by the great god Pangu who slew three thousand chaotic demons, it would have been controlled by the demon ancestor Luohou long ago. In the chaos, there are countless old monsters who are spying on the prehistoric world in the dark.

"Master?"

"Don't worry, my disciple. I have the good fortune of creation left by Pangu, so you can be safe and worry-free." Master Tongtian said in a voice transmission.

Lu Yue nodded.

As the incarnation of Pangu's original spirit, Tongtian Jiaozhu has a respected status in the prehistoric world. If it weren't for Hongjun Daozu, they would still be the top masters in the prehistoric world and would never have suffered any disaster.

It is almost impossible for Hongjun Daozu to control the way of heaven and kill Tongtian Jiaozhu.

Heaven won’t allow it.

Pangu didn't allow it.

Tongtian Sect Master smiled crazily, cutting off the cause and effect of the Heavenly Dao, but his heart became more free and easy. As a saint of the Heavenly Dao, the Sect Master of Jiejiao, he needed to calculate too much.

This leads to the gradual loss of one's original intention.

Just like Taishang, Yuanshi Tianzun, he is calculating all the time, calculating for his disciples, calculating for the qi of heaven and earth, all the time, never stopping.

How sad.

saint?

Isn't it just being detached from the world and not being pleased by external things?

The blood-soaked Tongtian Sect Master stood up and glanced at Shangqingtian, saying sadly: "This place is like a cage. We are trapped inside and cannot get out. We cannot leave the prehistoric world even if we want to."

"I am free now and I am not afraid of anyone."

"When will all these calculations end?"

Master Tongtian recited poems with every step, riding on the thunder ox, and came to Jin'ao Island step by step from Taiqing Heaven.

"My two elder brothers, without the position of Heavenly Dao, my Jie Religion will withdraw from the stage of prehistoric history. It will be up to you from now on." Patriarch Tongtian smiled carefreely.

(End of this chapter)