The false prosperity of the human race is now like an economic bubble on the prehistoric land, developing everywhere and thriving everywhere, but it cannot truly become the protagonist of the prehistoric world. Everyone understands this principle, but for the human race, it is a huge thing.

The catastrophe of the human race must experience from birth to now.

Just as Nuwa expected, the human race is a race that loves peace but does not lose blood. Faced with the massacre of the two lichs, they will rise up and resist, and they will continue to move on with unyielding. Only in this way,

Only then will the great prosperity of the human race continue to spread across the prehistoric land and be passed down forever.

On the coast of the North Sea, today is another sunny weather. Xiaotian is wearing a black military uniform and is still staying in the habitat of the human race. As a saint of human race, Xiaotian seems to have become accustomed to these ancient ancestors and kind humans.

Staying together, it seems that I am happy to work with them every day at sunrise and rest at sunset.

Over the past thousand years, Xiaotian is still a baby face and does not grow old. The name of the saint master is widely circulated among the human race. This human race who has not yet made a wise man almost treats Xiaotian as a god-like existence.

The sky also tried its best to give them some available things, such as how to hunt, how to plant, how to identify the weather, etc.

Seeing generations of human races growing and developing, Xiaotian was also very moved. Among these human races, there is also a heavenly army composed of ancient ancestors trained by Xiaotian. It should be said that the current human race is self-constructed and trained.

It is safe to protect you, at least you will not repeat the disasters of the first and second eras of the prehistoric times.

This is what Chen Yuyang hopes to see.

However, the human race has grown and grown for countless years, and has obviously become the third largest race in the prehistoric world, so there are many people who covet it. Just at the sunrise of Fenglang, the human race is three, five, and one party.

Some people even took nets to fish in their own farmland.

There are many humans with some cultivation skills among them, so things happened. In the Western sky, someone came singing, smiling like an Amitabha face, his fat body looked extremely kind, and his eight-armed Vajra's true body kept coming.

Swaying in the air, sitting down the golden lotus, the seven treasures of the wonderful tree in his hand, who is it if it is not Zhunti?

He only listened to the distance, and Zhunti walked on the song and said, "The body came out of the pure platform of lotus flowers, the wonderful method of the two vehicles was opened. The exquisite relics were extraordinary, and the garlands were peerless. Purple flames were born in the Eight Virtue Pool, and the seven treasures and wonderful trees grew golden moss.

It’s just because Dongtu is handsome, he comes to meet his previous relationship and form a holy fetus.”

This verse can already explain the purpose of Cunti, which is to rob people. However, Cunti is not familiar with his cultivation at this moment, and he has almost reached the peak of the quasi-saint. He is one step away from being the supreme saint, so

He kept emitting golden light and haze, as well as bodhi fragrance, which made these ancient ancestors stunned.

The ancient ancestors were very kind, and saw golden light and singing coming from far away from the west. Naturally, they thought that the immortals on the prehistoric land had arrived, so they did not dare to neglect them. They immediately summoned all the human races in the village to visit.

The leader was an old man with white hair and bearded hair, wearing a thick linen cloth. Although he was wearing a crutch, he was still in good spirits.

The old man is the oldest and most prestigious old man in the nearby villages. Everyone calls him Uncle Fu.

Uncle Fu looked at Zhunti, the golden body and eight-armed Zhunti, who were constantly approaching, and quickly led everyone to kneel down on the ground. The ignorant people seemed to be naively believing in the existence of gods, so for Zhunti, who came across the sea.

People always have a kind of reverence and fear. Zhunti looked at a human being kneeling in front of him, smiled kindly, and said, "Children, get up, get up!"

Uncle Fu dared to look at Zhunti, but said respectfully: "I don't know where the immortal came from and where he is going?"

The wonderful tree of Cunti's seven treasures waved and said, "I came from the Western Paradise. This place where the human race lives, I came only to save the human race."

Uncle Fu did not understand the meaning of Taoist Zhunti, and said in confusion: "Saving the human race? Please give me some advice to the immortals!"

Zhunti smiled again and said, "You and other human races were created by the saint Nuwa, and they have innate great luck. It happened that I was destined to you. I don't know if you are willing to follow me to the Western Paradise, where there is no sorrow.

No joy, no desire or demand, can live forever, and is a pure land. As the saying goes, a flower, a world, a leaf, a Bodhi, you are willing to do it!"

Zhunti used his supreme magic power to speak like this. In the eyes of these human races, the Bodhis trees everywhere were singing in waves of Sanskrit, a kind of unspeakable happiness, but those happiness and happiness were only over the void.

On the top, all you can see is the void, not real.

However, it was easy to deceive these mortals with Cundi's magic power. Uncle Fu immediately fell to the ground and led everyone to say, "We are willing to go to the Western Paradise, listen to the Western Sanskrit sounds, and ask the immortals to take us there!

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Zhunti smiled and said, "Since that's the case, then follow me on the road!"

As he said that, Zhunti waved his hand, but at this moment, an angry voice came over and said, "That, thief Dao, you, since you dare to use the sound of bewitching to confuse the ancient ancestors, you are so shameless,

I am here today, so don’t even think about taking these human races away, and see if you rob them!"

This black military uniform, a young man with extraordinary heroism, who is not Xiaotian? As a saint of human race, Xiaotian could not allow Zhunti to fool the human race here and take the human race to the unlucky West. So he was angry

Yu, he did it directly, and did not give Zhunti a chance to speak.

Originally, Zhunti underestimated this unknown human race in the prehistoric world. Zhunti's thoughts were very simple, that is, anyone I don't know about Zhunti would not be considered a title in the prehistoric world. There is no need to

He cared about it. So he underestimated the enemy and gently waved the seven treasures in his hand, wanting to directly dismiss the person in front of him.

However, when the seven treasures of Miaoshu in his hand collided with the spear in Xiaotian's hand and he took two steps weakly, and then he felt Xiaotian's power, both of whom were the peak masters of quasi-saints, Zhunti was in Xiaotian

In front of him, he could hardly get a good job, and he had lost the first move when he underestimated the enemy.

Xiaotian's spear began to fly like snowflakes, shaking up and down, golden lights continued to shoot out into the North Sea, and ripples and explosions appeared everywhere. Zhunti knew that if this continued, he would

There is no room for fighting back at all.
Chapter completed!