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Chapter 1110 The ending of the three thousand red dust guests!

I said, "I didn't expect that the first saint was Junior Sister Nuwa, which made me ashamed."

Nuwa said: "The three senior brothers don't have to belittle themselves. The three senior brothers' nature and understanding are above Nuwa. It's a matter of time before they achieve the holy position. Nuwa is just one step earlier."

Then some powerful people came one after another. When Nuwa became a saint, Di Jun led all the demon clans to come.

Seeing that the number of people was almost the same, Nuwa began to preach.

Nuwa's mouth emitted the sound of the great way of heaven, explaining the great way of creation, the saints preached, the realm of Taoism accompanied, the visions accompanied, and the great way of the saints was so mysterious. Even those powerful people like Laozi, who were one step away from achieving the saint's position, would have gained a lot.

Nuwa became a saint, but it was over just telling the story of a hundred years.

Standing in the chaos, Nuwa waved her hand and threw out the red hydrangea.

The red hydrangea hit the chaos. In the void, with the red hydrangea as the center, circles of ripples rippling, crackling sounds of the void tearing, the chaos was violently opened, the clear air rose to the sky, the turbid air fell to the earth, creating a space.

Nuwa stepped into it, activate the map of mountains, rivers and the country, began to settle the space around her, and began to evolve various laws, gradually taking shape in the small world.

Feeling Nuwa's strength, everyone once again felt that there were ants under the saint.

Ten Daluo Golden Immortals may kill the quasi-saint by joining forces; but one hundred quasi-saints will be unable to defeat one saint.

Di Jun and Taiyi looked as if they had a clear face. They looked at each other, as if they had made up some determination.

The world has just been opened up and is very unstable. The turbulent flows are raging from all directions. It can only be fixed by using the map of the country and the country, evolved into the world membrane, and resisted the turbulent flow of space. Only when the world is stable can the map of the country and the country be freed.

The Little Thousand World was established, Nuwa recruited her own temple from the vast world, stood in the center of the Little Thousand World, and turned into a gorgeous palace, named "Hu Imperial Palace".

Nuwa glanced at the monks around and said, "Nuwa just opened up the world and consumed a lot. I hope I can't entertain all fellow Taoists, so I hope I won't blame you."

When the monks knew that Nuwa had issued an order to expel guests, everyone stood up and left, only Di Jun stayed.

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Nuwa became a saint, opened a temple, and told the great way of creation. Everyone had their own insights, among which the River Styx gained the most.

The Styx returned to the sea of ​​blood, looking at the scarlet sea of ​​blood and the foul blood, the Styx sank into it, came to his palace and sat upright in the temple. His temple was very simple, with a blood pool, and a lotus was only furnished in the pool, which was the red lotus of the karma fire.

The red lotus of karma can emit red lotus karma fire, which can burn and cause the karma of monks. The karma fire burns the body, and then the supreme treasure.

Styx sat cross-legged and practiced on the lotus platform. The three flowers on the top were all nine grades. It can be seen that their qualifications were so high, and the three pure ones were nothing more than this. The five qi in the chest converged, and the top of the head was full of blood.

Among the three flowers above the head, among the two lotus, a villain was sitting upright, which was a good corpse and an evil corpse. Only the lotus in the center was still empty, and there was a lack of obsession corpse.

At this time, the River Styx had already killed the incarnation of the two corpses of good and evil, and the spiritual treasure was his companion of the spiritual treasure Yuantu and Abi. The two corpses were sitting upright on the lotus platform on both sides of the three flowers. Yuantu was in the incarnation of evil thoughts, and Abi was in the incarnation of good thoughts. Their names were the same as the two innate swords, also called Yuantu and Abi.

"The wronged soul enters the blood pool, and the karma fire calenders the true body."

Under the urge of the Styx River, countless resentful souls were introduced into the blood pool.

These resentful souls have countless karma. The Styx controls karma fire, calcines the soul, and then uses boundless essence and blood to shape their bodies. During the forging of karma fire, some souls are still intact, but most of them are burned to pieces.

The blood pool of essence and blood are decreasing, and countless souls are constantly absorbing essence and blood, condensing into a blood-colored egg, and the sound of heartbeats is coming out, rumbling like a symphony of thunder.

Without Nuwa's law of creation, Styx has walked out of his own path, and has created a new race based on the law of blood and the law of killing.

Boom boom boom boom!

The next moment, these blood-colored silkworm cocoons broke, and creatures appeared, all of them were wearing bone armor, with bone spurs on their bodies, and a mighty aura. They were born for fighting, fighting against the sky and the earth!

"Now, I use the essence, blood and resentful souls of the Blood Sea to create a clan, and I will be the Asura clan, and I will learn from it together."

The Styx opens its mouth.

Immediately, the thunder sounded, and all the ghosts cried, the heaven and earth were shocked, and countless merits fell. At this time, the cycle of reincarnation between heaven and earth was incomplete, sentient beings fell, and the souls had no place to go. At this time, the Shura clan established, recreating those souls and creating creatures, and making immeasurable merits.

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Since Di Jun came out of the Imperial Palace, his face was filled with joy.

As soon as he entered the south gate of the heavenly court, Taiyi asked: "Brother, seeing you are so happy, is it that Nuwa promised us to destroy the witch clan?"

Di Jun said lightly: "Let's go in and talk."

Entering the palace, Di Jun used the River Tu Luoshu to cover up the secrets of heaven and said, "Taiyi, I handed over the demon-summoning banner to Nuwa in exchange for a promise. If my heaven is in danger of destruction, take good care of my children!"

"Brother, are you too pessimistic? My demon clan occupies the stars of Zhoutian, has the power in hand, and commands all the demons in the prehistoric world to avoid it. Moreover, the demon clan has a rich foundation and many reserved demon clans. How could it be destroyed? Brother is too concerned!"

Di Jun said seriously: "I hope to be too worried. But the future is unpredictable! What a prosperous era in the three tribes back then, the sky, the ocean, and the earth, were all controlled by the three tribes. Haven't they also been destroyed? They can be seen in the prehistoric world at this time."

Taiyi pondered and silently recalled that they had passed through that era, experienced that disaster, and experienced the prosperity and decline of the three tribes. After hearing Di Jun’s warning, he felt a little worried. He said to Di Jun: “Brother is indeed thoughtful. With Nuwa here, he can indeed ensure that the inheritance of the demon clan is immortal.”

Taiyi said again: "The only one who can destroy my demon clan is the Witch clan. The Witch clan is not destroyed, and we can't sleep or eat."

Di Jun nodded in agreement, "Call the demon master, Fuxi Great Sage, all demon saints and gods to discuss plans for how to deal with the witch clan!"

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Standing in the Palace of Wa, Nuwa descended from a high place, looking down at the prehistoric world, as if looking at a large chessboard.

The moment of being a quasi-saint, living in the prehistoric world, like chess pieces on a chessboard; but when becoming a saint, jumping out of the chessboard, looking down at the world from a high point.

No matter how bad a chess player is, his status is higher than that of a chess piece.

"More than half of the three thousand Red Dust Guests were killed by the Lich clan, and a small number of them defected to the Three Qings, and Zhunti was supported. The Lich clans were all infected with terrifying karma... Next, the Lich clans would attack the human clan, and that was the time when their luck was completely exhausted!"

Nuwa said leisurely.

The human race is the protagonist of the prehistoric world. This protagonist's position is not achieved by self-improvement and struggle.

In fact, the three tribes, the witch clan, the demon clan, etc. are all self-improvement, but they still do not become the protagonists.

The human race became the protagonist, which was appointed by Pangu, and no one could violate it. Even Hongjun could plot against the human race and seek the luck of the human race, but could not harm the human race on a large scale. Otherwise, it would attract Pangu to be disgusted and eventually encounter bad luck!
Chapter completed!
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