Bai Ze didn't understand.

He could only stare blankly, not wanting to miss a second.

Somehow, Bai Ze knew that he was about to witness a miracle.

A miracle that has never happened since the beginning of the world!

…

Boom...boom...boom...

The bell rang in my ears.

In the sky of Tushita, the giant fish transformed by Kunpeng suddenly raised its head: "The Chaos Bell...has been sacrificed!"

"Who? Who!"

"Who dares to compete with me for the Chaos Clock!"

The demon master who used to be in the demon clan's heaven is now feeling as if his heart is being cut by a knife.

The Chaos Clock is his last hope.

But now, this ray of hope is leaving him.

Just like the futon that was snatched away by Zhunti in the Zixiao Palace in the past.

"Lu Ya?!" Kunpeng whispered.

However, traces of the source of cause and effect indicate that it is not Lu Ya.

But a vague ripple.

Kunpeng felt extremely absurd at this moment.

On the one hand, both intuition and cause and effect told him that the Chaos Clock had recognized its owner, had been sacrificed and refined, and was being used.

The sound of the bell just now is the best proof!

But on the other hand, whether it is from the perspective of causal induction or inference.

Not only did he not know where the Chaos Clock was now.

I don’t even know who got it?

All cause and effect point to chaos, and all calculations are in vain!

The only thing he knew and understood was that the Chaos Clock no longer belonged to him.

Moreover, the bond and cause and effect between him and the Chaos Clock are slowly being severed.

Perhaps in a few days, he will completely lose the Chaos Clock.

Just like that year in Zixiao Palace, the futon and the holy throne were completely lost.

This made Kunpeng panic immediately.

The way of heaven is ruthless and the great road is unjust.

If you cannot attain enlightenment and become a saint, no matter how high your supernatural power or cultivation level is, you will still be nothing more than a stupid dog.

Dog on the altar.

Trash that is thrown away after use!

The dog on the roadside turned into a grass ring of ashes after being set on fire!

Just like those figures who once shocked the world and resounded throughout the three realms.

Those who are stronger, older, and more noble than him.

Demon Emperor Dijun, Demon Emperor Taiyi, Twelve Ancestral Witches, Human Emperor...

Therefore, Kunpeng couldn't care less about everything.

He immediately appeared from Tushita Heaven, turned into a Taoist, and rushed towards the Eight Views Palace in a panic.

For a quasi-sage like Kunpeng who has been born since the first judgment of Hongmeng, if he cannot attain enlightenment as soon as possible, sooner or later he will be considered by Heaven to be a waste, a garbage, and a dirty dog.

In that case, Heaven will send him to the altar without hesitation, allowing him to become a calamity in the great calamity, an opportunity for others, and a stepping stone for new quasi-sages to attain enlightenment.

Therefore, Kunpeng had no choice.

With a plop, he knelt down in front of the Laojun of Bajing Palace.

"The saint has mercy! The saint has mercy!"

"Kunpeng is convinced! Kunpeng is convinced!"

"I am willing to be driven by the saint, I am willing to be driven by the saint!"

"But seek the protection of the saint!"

Under the saint, everything is like a cud dog.

This is true even for quasi-sages who claim to be eternal, even if they are innate beings that live as long as heaven and earth.

Nothing is immortal.

The only immortal, the only real one is the saint.

Therefore, if the mutts want to survive, they can only become dogs for the saints.

Laojun, who was watching inside, slowly opened his eyes.

The sage calculates lightly and knows the cause and effect.

"The Chaos Clock recognizes its owner, but Kunpeng cannot find the Chaos Clock's location... Are you panicking now?"

"Good!" Saint Laojun counted with his fingers, although he did not calculate the specific location of the Chaos Bell.

But he knew that the treasure did already have an owner, and it was somewhere in the world.

"Kunpeng finally surrendered!" Laojun Sage nodded: "It saves Pindao other means!"

Kunpeng has long been Laojun's bag and hook.

You must surrender, you must surrender.

In front of saints, even quasi-sages are just ants.

It is impossible to resist, let alone break away.

So, the old man shook the fly whisk and gently helped Kunpeng up.

"Fellow Taoist, your words are serious!"

"From now on, fellow Taoists will be by the side of poor Taoists and protect them!"

"No!" What other choice does Kunpeng have?

The Chaos Bell recognizes its owner, and the new owner cannot be calculated. With Kunpeng's wisdom and agility, he naturally knows that the new owner of the Chaos Bell is probably either a saint or someone close to a saint.

If he hesitates again, he will be the culprit of our great calamity.

He escaped the Lich Tribulation and the Human Emperor Tribulation.

The matter is only three, and Heaven will never let him escape again.

Therefore, the only option is to hug the only thigh that can be hugged as soon as possible.

This is the fate of the rut dog.

No matter how hard you struggle, no matter how hard you try, if you can't change, you will always be a loser.

But Kunpeng understood that he was too old.

In the eyes of Heaven, they are useless and discarded things.

Heaven will not tolerate it any longer.

If you don't act decisively, you will definitely die.

By then, a catastrophe is imminent, and Kunpeng knows that even if he wants to be a red cloud, he may not be able to achieve it!

…

Boom, boom, boom!

The bells rang in my ears.

Saint Nuwa woke up from her dream.

"Chaos Bell..." The saint sighed, "Mercy! Mercy!"

"But I feel sorry for Lu Ya..."

"This guild member... I'm afraid it's rare for him to die a happy death!"

The Chaos Clock is both an opportunity and a disaster.

This is especially true for land pressure.

After all, the demon emperor prince still cannot escape from the prison of heaven!
To be continued...