Chapter 628

"My Buddhism suffered heavy losses!"

Then the sage looked at the cracked Xiniu Hezhou and the fading Buddha light in Kyushu. His face was full of bitterness.

Why is he the Buddha who suffers every time?

Is this the balance of heaven? Got endless merit, but lost others.

Haotian glared at the sage and said, "hum, you deserve the loss of Buddhism, but it's a pity that you've lost my gods in heaven."

Not only lost the gods, but also Zhao Wuji.

All his hopes have been dashed.

"No, there's another one!" Haotian's cheeks twitched. Although Zhang Bairen's reincarnation has been favored by the emperor, he may not know that it was his separation.

Maybe he just thought it was a hidden hidden dragon?

Haotian glanced at the imperial concubine without any trace, and then looked at Xiang Hongjun: "Daozu, I have lost a lot of immortal gods, and the Jiuchong sky has collapsed..."

The eyes of people looking at Haotian are full of strangeness, including endless ridicule and sympathetic eyes.

"How is it possible to have a big fat man in one bite? Now, let's plant it?"

Dijiang's whispering voice echoed in the void, causing Haotian to glare immediately.

"Dijiang, I've endured you for a long time!"

"No, you can hear me in such a low voice?" Dijiang seemed to be intentional, and his expression was very helpless.

"Bang!"

Xuanming slapped Dijiang on the shoulder: "boss, can you stop talking nonsense!"

"Oh!"

Hongjun glanced at the saints and said, "the catastrophe has reached the middle stage. The current result may not be the final result."

He said, finally looking at Haotian, he said, "the loss of Tianting also belongs to one of the robbers. We'll talk about it after the quantity robbery."

Haotian's mouth moved and didn't speak any more. Since Daozu said so, he will give him an explanation after the robbery.

Now he can only focus on Kyushu's separation, and can't tolerate any mistakes, otherwise he Haotian will lose all the games.

"Daozu, our demon clan's 100000 mountains collapsed and millions of creatures were robbed..."

Kunpeng and one or two of the Eastern Emperor were pitiful. Although they were despised by zuwu as soon as they came out, they still stubbornly said what they didn't say. Who knows whether Daozu would selectively forget it?

"What you have done, I know everything. When the disaster is over, everything will be settled."

The two people were awestruck and immediately dared not speak. This was the Taoist ancestor warning them.

At this time, the leader of Tongtian cult said, "Taoist ancestor, all the metal life has died. Can Zhao Gongming become a saint?"

This is what he cares about. All other things are ignored by the leader of heaven.

"But!"

Hongjun's voice came out in the sky, which immediately made the saints feel awe in their hearts. The second saint is about to appear.

Although he is a saint of heaven, now Zun has solved the problem that the saint of heaven cannot become a chaotic saint.

I'm afraid it will become the fourth sect to have more than one saint in the famine.

The first three are Buddhism, Buddhism, Tianting, and demon clan.

"Thank you, teacher."

Hongjun nodded and said, "repair the famine and let you wait for the things beyond resentment."

He looked at the separated Jiuchong sky, the crumbling xiniuhe Island, and the sunken nanzhanbu island on the edge, and sighed slightly.

Every great disaster, there are endless creatures buried with them.

This is what makes them feel helpless, but changing humanity can change the way of heaven. If they want to be fundamentally strong, there must be a human emperor.

"You wait!"

Hongjun returned to Zixiao and the saints performed their respective duties.

"Huh?"

Hongjun, who had just returned to Zixiao, stopped in an instant.

He looked at the figure standing proudly under the Zixiao road clock, like a great enemy.

"You are the one around Ying Zheng!"

He felt an absolute threat on this man, especially with the huge frost axe behind him. The feeling of depression made his strength open a lot.

Ling Lan's cold voice came: "Hmm!"

"I don't know who you are?"

Hongjun asked tentatively. He was cautious about the existence he didn't understand.

Ling Lan's eyelashes are slender and trembling slightly. Her big eyes like a river of stars bloom a slight blue light, and her lips move slightly.

"You haven't seen me!"

"I just want to tell you that I have no interest in the flood and famine!"

Hongjun walked through the hall and made a gesture of invitation. A stone table and two stone benches appeared on the ground.

"Are you trying to win politics for that?"

Ling Lan's eyelids drooped. She didn't move. She still stood, as if ungrateful and didn't speak.

"That's the default!"

Hongjun smiled and was not embarrassed. There were demons he had never seen.

As long as there is no attempt to flood and famine.

"Is there anything special about Ying Zheng?" Hongjun asked after drinking tea.

Ling LAN didn't speak, turned and walked out of the door of Zixiao.

For a long time, it was still the cold voice: "you just need to know that I have no threat to the famine."

Hongjun's eyebrows trembled slightly and said, "so good!"

Shua!

A figure separated from him is the way of heaven.

He looked at the gate of Zixiao palace and sat opposite Hongjun.

"Do you really think he is no threat to the famine?"

"Is there?" Hong Jun stared at the cold eyes of heaven, as if looking in a mirror.

"I hope not."

The heavenly path disappeared again, and the white fog formed by the aroma of tea echoed in Zixiao palace.

"Ha?"

Hongjun suddenly smiled and looked through the chaos to the vast world.

"With Ye Fan's friends, who dares to be wild in chaos, unless he wants to become the demon God of the next heaven demon world."

Boom!

Zixiao gate slammed shut and gradually disappeared into the darkness.

Jin'ao in the East China Sea and Bi you in the holy palace.

"Master, do I become a saint like this?" Zhao Gongming held a red purple Qi in his hands, and his heartbeat echoed in the biyou palace.

Tongtian cult leader and Duobao all looked at Zhao Gongming with a smile.

"Don't you want to be another 5000 year quasi saint?"

Tongtian said, the light and shadow in his hand changed, and a seal slowly formed.

Seeing this, Zhao Gongming immediately shook his head and said, "no, no, I think it's very good, very good."

"Hahaha..." the crowd burst into laughter.

"In that case, immediately refine the Hongmeng purple Qi and become the second sage I intercepted!"

The leader of Tongtian cult is now in high spirits and his eyes are bright.

"Yes."

Zhao Gongming immediately sat in the biyou palace and began to refine the Hongmeng purple Qi.

The leader of Tongtian cult looked at Taoist Duobao and the virgin turtle spirit and said, "don't patronize and smile. Every time the cast Temple opens, you have to go and strive to occupy the place of the next saint."

"Yes, master!"

Outside the biyou palace, on the dark blue sea, there are all kinds of strange animals flying by from time to time. The sea breeze strikes and is directly blocked by the big array, which turns into a clear wind and disappears into jin'ao island.