But in their eyes, Ming He is the kind ancestor who sheltered them and allowed them to grow up safely. Their sky collapsed twice today!

"Sea of ​​blood, now!"

Along with Jinkou Yuyan of the Taoist ancestor in the Zi 4.5 Xiao Palace, the sea of ​​blood that disappeared has returned to his original position.

Turning your hand is cloud, covering your hand is rain.

In the eyes of a real big man, the reliance of a small person is really worthless.

A middle-aged Taoist with eagle nose and crane eyes in the Great Desolate Beiminghai, was standing on the sea at this time, looking up at what happened in the sea of ​​​​blood.

This person is none other than the demon master Kunpeng who used to be the think tank of the Heavenly Court of the Demon Race.

After the Lich War, he lived in seclusion in the North Underworld Sea, ignoring world affairs.

According to rumors, Daoist Hongyun finally died in his hands, and the seventh Daoist Hongmeng purple qi bestowed by his ancestor Hongjun finally fell into his hands.

However, Hongyun was killed by him, which Kunpeng admitted.

But the seventh ray of Hongmeng purple energy did not fall into his hands, otherwise he would not have fallen into this situation now.

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"Old friend Ming He, the days when we listened to the sermon together in the Zixiao Palace seemed to be yesterday, but I didn't expect you to be one step ahead of me now." Seeing Ming He's death, Kunpeng couldn't help sighing.

Although he knew that Styx was not a real death, this result was even more terrifying than death.

In fact, the relationship between Kunpeng and Ming He is not good, and it can even be said that they are enemies, perhaps because they see their own shadows in each other.

Ming He and Kunpeng hated each other, but that didn't stop them from sympathizing with each other in the depths of their hearts.

The two of them are the same type of people, both hero-like figures who are unwilling to do so.

"Fellow Daoist, Kunpeng will be here soon!"

Kunpeng smiled bitterly. Ming He was the only one who jumped into this pit. He prided himself on being cautious all his life, didn't he fall down here too?

Speaking of which, he is even worse than Styx. Styx has at least the Asura tribe and the sea of ​​blood combined to make a fortune. Since he lived in seclusion in Beiminghai, he has no money for luck.

The 06 things of sustenance are not even better than the sea of ​​​​blood.

It's been pretty good so far. It would be great if there was Hongmeng Purple Qi, Hongmeng Purple Qi could not only make him fit into the Heavenly Dao, but also become a perfect Heavenly Dao saint.

Moreover, this thing is also the proof of Heavenly Dao, and the approval of Heavenly Dao will also be halved for the loss of sage's luck in the world.

But, Kunpeng didn't have it. After killing Hong Yun, the radiance of Hongmeng purple energy did not fall into his hands.

Kunpeng looked up and saw that Xu Da's golden cloud of luck had been dyed black, leaving behind a palm-sized golden cloud to support it.

His death is coming soon!

Kunpeng's eyes passed through the vast wilderness, through the sky, and saw the Zixiao Palace in the chaos of thirty-three days away.

Daozu Hongjun was lying high on the futon, looking at him indifferently.

Obviously, when his luck becomes negative and he becomes a sinner in the eyes of Tiandao, Daozu will mercilessly shoot and obliterate him.

"Where do you bother Daozu, you and I don't have the name of master and apprentice, but we have the truth of master and apprentice."

"The disciple has something to do, the disciple does it, and you don't need to take the effort of your master."

Taoist Kunpeng said with a chuckle, his expression very relaxed.

Looking at the turbulent and vibrant Beiming Sea beneath his feet, Kunpeng couldn't help but sang: "There is a fish in Beiming, its name is Kun, and it turns into a bird, its name is Peng."

"Bei Minghai, Beiminghai, you gave birth to me, raised me, and accompanied me through most of my life, and now, I'm leaving Honghuang, so I will give you a final gift!"

After Kunpeng finished speaking, he showed his demon clan form, a giant Kun that was tens of thousands of miles long.

The next moment, Kunpeng blew himself up brazenly, and the flesh and blood on his body exploded, turning into a monstrous rain of blood, dyeing the entire Beiminghai red.

Countless fish and shrimps in the Beiming Sea moved by the wind. This is the flesh and blood of saints. Just swallowing one piece will enable them to activate their intelligence and transform into a successful form.

On this day, tens of thousands of creatures in Beiminghai turned into human beings, and millions of creatures opened their minds. The most important thing is that they do not need to bear the slightest cause and effect, and they do not need to pay the slightest price for it.

Pies will actually fall from the sky, and there will be free gifts from fate.

This is exactly, when a whale falls, all things are born!

Kunpeng Daoist died, but there was a brilliance flowing in the same place, and the brilliance presented the appearance of a scroll of books, which was the best innate spiritual treasure Luoshu.

Luo Shu turned into a white light, as if looking for a direction, and went straight to the Wo Palace, thirty-three days away.

When we were halfway, we just reached the outside of Jiuxiaoyun, and suddenly there was a five-color brilliance across the horizon.

Accompanied by a coquettish shout from the horizon, a red hydrangea smashed straight down from the sky, shattering the five-colored brilliance, and smashing out the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree hidden by the side.

"Daoist friend, this is a gift that Kunpeng Daoist gave me before he left. Why, if you still can't **** it, it's too much!"

"Alas, fellow Daoist Nuwa, the poor monk didn't mean that, just slipped his hand a little bit, pardon your sins."

Seeing that there is no chance, Zhunti does not bother, just gives up, and if he continues, he will offend people to death.

However, he didn't lose anything anyway, just lost some face, he was used to it.

The poverty of the West has a long history, and his character has always been that, if there are jujubes but no jujubes, he will fight first and then talk about it.

In case, if Nu Wa didn't find it, then he didn't earn a top-quality congenital spiritual treasure in vain.

In the snail palace, Nu Wa stroked Luo Shu in a daze, and sighed: "Alas, there is one less person from the demon clan."

In all fairness, Nuwa actually didn't like Kunpeng, and even hated him a little bit, but when she saw his departure, she felt only melancholy.

Thirty-three days away, Yuxu Palace Bell.

Yuanshi Tianzun looked at the fate of Ming He and Kunpeng, and couldn't help but caress his beard and sneer, "Those with hair and armor, those who hide filth and filth, also want to stand in the same chess game as me."

Of the six saints of the Tao of Heaven, which one is the easy generation?

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The goddess Nuwa has the great merit of creating human beings, and the human race is the protagonist of heaven and earth, so naturally the holy position is stable.

As for the two Western saints, they have deep roots, but they have become enlightened with great aspirations.

Even the six saints of the Heavenly Dao who were sanctified with Hongmeng Purple Qi still have no surplus, so they have to set up a sect to compete for the luck of the heavens and the earth.

As for Kunpeng and Ming He, what great merits did they have for Honghuang, and why did they think they could have the luck to sit firmly in the holy position.

This is also the reason why Yuanshi Tianzun sneered. He laughed at these two people for being too naive.

On the other side, Chen Qi put away his magical powers. Although he only had a vague overview, with his Jinxian cultivation, he was able to capture most of the information.

"How's it going, Brother Chen?" Wen Hua asked, his cultivation base was low, and the task of investigation was handed over to Chen Qi.

"That's right, it should be Ming He, and the two newly promoted saints, Kunpeng, have fallen."

"Minghe? Kunpeng?" Wen Hua looked blank, "Brother Chen, what are you talking about, are there two people in Honghuang?"

"It's Ming..." Just as Chen Qi was about to exit, he immediately felt that something was wrong. A mysterious and invisible fluctuation was erasing the existence in his memory.

"Styx, Kunpeng." The two words became unfamiliar, like an eraser, slowly wiping.

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This kind of power to erase memory directly from the depths of his mind made Chen Qi feel a little chilled, knowing that he was a Jinxian cultivation base, and he had initially mastered the existence of his own destiny, and it was all like this.

Then, those people whose cultivation is not as good as him are even more irresistible.

Fortunately, Chen Qi has a systematic existence, and has this eternal reference, successfully anchoring his memory and enduring this wave of cleaning.

Chen Qi understands that this supreme power does not come from someone, but from the spontaneous process of heaven.

Tiandao cut off the cause and effect of the ancestors of Ming He and Taoist Kunpeng in the flood, erased all the information they left in the flood, and erased their existence!

These two people, except that they are still preserved in the memories of some people, Lieutenant General Honghuang has no trace of them, as if they have never been here, how sad!

"Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor!" The Asura people who were crying in the sea of ​​blood were also calmed down by this mysterious force.

"Hey, strange, why am I crying."

"Yeah, why am I lying on the ground."

Their memories have been modified. In their minds, there is no cause and effect with the ancestors of Ming He, and their identities have become races naturally bred from the sea of ​​blood.

Only a few Da Luo Jinxian from the Asura tribe looked at each other with solemn eyes.

On the bank of the Changjiang River, Styx and Kunpeng stood next to each other, staring at the water of the Changhe River in a daze.

From here, you can see the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of too many prehistoric creatures in the river. They have ordinary or wonderful lives, but these have nothing to do with them now.

"Daoist Minghe, you are also a fallen person from the end of the world." Taoist Kunpeng sighed.

"Hehe, Kunpeng, you also fell into this field, I feel a lot better." Ming He sneered.

"Fellow Daoist still likes to take advantage of his words at this time, so why bother?" Kunpeng said with a smile.

"Patriarch, I just can't see you, Kunpeng. You look like this in Zixiao Palace. You have a dark face every day, and you don't know what bad water is holding in your stomach~〃." Ming He snorted coldly and said.

"Brother Minghe, you just can't stand the fact that Pindao grabs the red cloud in front of you. The opportunity is ahead, and if you are slow, there is no need to be so careful."

"Humph." Styx was pierced through his mind, like attracting each other, but more of a confrontation.

"The past is all in vain. Brother Ming He, let's see it as soon as possible!" Kunpeng made a joke, "Brother Ming He, there will be a future."

Kunpeng's body collapsed into inch by inch bubbles and slowly dissipated into the air.

Seeing Kunpeng leaving, Ancestor Ming He's stern face also relaxed, and he bowed slightly towards the place where Kunpeng disappeared, which was regarded as a salute.

"Fellow Daoist, it's going to be smooth sailing."

"Hey, Kunpeng, Kunpeng, today, I suddenly regret that I never found you, and I had a drink with you."

The ancestor of Ming He finally glanced at the endless river, and sighed in the sky: "The flood, the flood, I can't bear it!"

The next moment, the figure slowly dissipated and turned into dust.

From then on, Ming He and Kunpeng will wander in the boundless chaos, enduring the boundless loneliness.

Maybe one day they hit the big luck, and they can find a universe similar to the prehistoric chaos from the chaos, allowing them to inhabit.

Perhaps in the long period of time, they have become more and more diligent in Taoism, and slowly grow into another Pangu in the chaos, reenact the story of opening the sky, and open up their second hometown.

But it is more likely that they could not resist the gnawing of loneliness, and cut off their own consciousness on their own.

This is also one of the origins of the Chaos Gods and Demons.

Heavenly Court, in Lingxiao Palace.

At this moment, the Lingxiao Palace was empty, and only Haotian in a dragon robe sat on the throne.

Since becoming a saint, the authority of Haotian God has become more and more important, and the right to speak in this heavenly court has become more and more powerful.

Those arrogant disciples of the Three Realms were slightly restrained, at least they didn't dare to confront him on the bright side.

But these are not without cost, Haotian can clearly feel that the black air in the void is quietly eroding and entangling.

But he couldn't make an inch, and was blocked by the Haotian Divine Mirror and the Golden Seal of the Heavenly Emperor, which suppressed his luck.

Haotian understands that it is the karma of heaven and earth, and the sword of qi of heaven and earth.

Styx Kunpeng, Yin Jian is not far from the matter between the two, and Haotian does not dare to be careless at all.

"Just relying on the luck obtained from the Heavenly Emperor's fruit status, it is still too reluctant to support a saint's living needs." Haotian couldn't help sighing.

The Emperor of Heaven seems to be the Lord of the Three Realms, with great merit and long-term luck, but in fact it is.

However, the ability to support a sage is not enough.

"You have to open up a new way. No wonder the six saints of heaven have all moved to Tianwaitian."

The Six Saints took refuge in Tianwaitian. Of course, there was a prohibition from Taoist ancestors, but it was more because of the unique location of Tianwaitian.

Thirty-three days away, this is the outermost periphery of the prehistoric era. The amount of luck the saints spend living in the world and being in the middle of the prehistoric era can be said to be incomparable.

The cost of the two is very different.

Moreover, the sage can also refine the manic chaotic vitality, replenishing the prehistoric, which is not a small income.

Adding and subtracting this, the difference is not a small amount.