Chapter 204 All Saints Start to Pass the Buck
This stunned Nuwa, and she quickly bowed and asked:
"Teacher, what are you doing?"
"Nuwa, now the power of the witch and demon calamity has reappeared, although it is not as strong as the real witch and demon calamity, it should not be underestimated.
"Teacher, what do you mean?"
Hongjun smiled slightly, pointed with one hand, and Nuwa understood instantly.
"Thank you for your guidance, teacher."
Nuwa knew that her witch and demon calamity power had a place to go.
Looking at the prehistoric land, she felt that Fuxi's endless clones had entered the human race, and her plan was half successful.
On the other side, the departing Taiqing Saint stopped Yuanshi Tianzun and said:
"Yuanshi, do you understand what the teacher said just now?"
"Hmm? I hope you can solve my doubts."
I only heard the Taiqing Saint say:
"We, the saints, have the power of the witch and demon calamity, and have been locked in the list of calamities by the human ancestor in advance. If possible, you should find a scapegoat, Yuanshi Junior Brother. "
Hearing this, Yuanshi Tianzun was a little confused. Seeing Taiqing Saint looking at the prehistoric land, Yuanshi Saint gradually understood.
"Haha, thank you for your advice, Yuanshi understands."
As for the two saints in the West? Anyway, it's like that, so just throw it away.
After returning to the Wa Palace, Nuwa also began to make plans, using Fuxi's clone to carry her own witch and demon calamity power, and then transfer it to the human race. After doing all this, Nuwa breathed a sigh of relief, and the stone in her heart finally fell.
It's just a pity that Nuwa had been sold out by Taiqing a long time ago, and at this moment she is still helping Taiqing count money.
After returning to his own Taoist temple, Yuanshi Tianzun also began to think about countermeasures. As one of the Three Pure Ones, Yuanshi Tianzun's brain is not stupid.
"Brother has let the Heavenly Court take the blame, Tongtian has been suppressed, and now it is my Yuanshi Tianzun's witch and demon calamity power that has not yet been replaced. It's really not right. "
After counting with his fingers, Yuanshi Tianzun had a vague discovery. Although the secrets were blocked, Yuanshi Tianzun remembered the Conferred God Tribulation that Ye Yang had mentioned. Thinking of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of the human race, Yuanshi Tianzun laughed.
"Haha, Tongtian, don't blame me, Yuanshi. You are the only one without karma among the Three Pure Ones. This is not right."
In this case, then he should transfer his own power of the Tribulation to Jiejiao. After all, isn't Jiejiao known as the Tribulation of Ten Thousand Immortals?
"But the Conferred God Tribulation still needs to be conveyed by someone. "
Yuanshi Tianzun knew that if he personally took action to transfer Jiejiao, Tongtian Jiaozhu was not a fool, so he would not succeed. Even if he was suppressed, his holy position would still be there.
In this case, he could only imitate Nuwa.
In an instant, Yuanshi Tianzun's voice came from Yuxu Palace:
"Today, there should be twelve golden immortals under this holy name, Guangchengzi, Chijingzi, Cihang, Huanglong, and Yuding"
The voice floated out slowly. These names were all disciples received by Yuanshi Tianzun in the early years, and their qualifications were also good.
As the voice fell, twelve streams of light from Yuxu Palace floated quickly.
"Greetings to Tianzun."
Yuanshi Tianzun hummed, and then said:
"There should be twelve golden immortals under this holy seat, and you can be among them, and you should be the true disciples of this holy seat."
Hearing this, the twelve golden immortals immediately knelt down excitedly.
"Thank you, Tianzun. ”
I just felt an irresistible force pulling them up.
"Okay, you are the twelve golden immortals of the orthodox teaching, you must not lose face for the orthodox teaching. This is the golden cloud of merit of the orthodox teaching, you take it to merge and absorb it."
I only saw twelve groups of golden clouds of merit falling and merging into the twelve golden immortals. In an instant, the twelve golden immortals felt a sense of emptiness.
"Okay, go down and experience it slowly."
With a single hand, the twelve golden immortals left directly.
"Haha, Jiejiao, Jiejiao, this saint's disciple is here to transfer the witch and demon calamity to you, I think it will definitely succeed. "
Although I don't know what the Conferred God Tribulation is, I can vaguely guess that the Conferred God Tribulation must be related to me. After all, Hongjun has said before that the Conferred God Tribulation is my chance.
It's a pity that Tongtian was suppressed in Zixiao Palace and his external senses were shut off by Hongjun. Even if he was angry in his heart, he appeared calm on the outside.
"Fortunately, I have made two preparations before, otherwise I, Tongtian, would really have no way to retreat. Renzu said it well. It doesn't matter if I don't have the Heavenly Dao Saint Position, but alas, I can't do anything except thinking about it. ”
Thinking in his heart, Master Tongtian regretted that if he had known this earlier, he should have listened to the words of the ancestor of human beings. Now he has ended up with a stone sculpture.
But it doesn’t matter. The layout has been set. It depends on how the ancestor of human beings will operate.
The fighting in the prehistoric continent is still going on. Ye Yang reproduced the witch and demon calamity. Although it is not as good as the real witch and demon calamity, it also makes the prehistoric creatures feel trembling.
It also makes the saints of the heavens dare not participate in the war. This is the power of the witch and demon calamity.
Chi You and other former witch tribes reproduced the glory of the prehistoric witch tribe and fought hard with the demon tribe, but it was a pity that the number was too small.
Although the demon tribe lost the ten great demon commanders and the demon master Kunpeng, as well as Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, the demon tribe is countless, and there are also many demon kings.
Although the witch tribe has a rich bloodline, most of them have entered the reincarnation after all, and only a few remain in the prehistoric world.
"Kill——. "
The battle was still going on, Chi You led his eighty-one brothers to fight hard, but the human race was a little depressed.
Time passed slowly for several decades, and the human race lost at least three levels, but Ye Yang did not stop. However, this also made Ye Yang feel that his human race's luck was beginning to rise.
Strictly speaking, the luck of the human race that Nuwa took away is returning little by little. What was taken away was riddled with holes, but what is being taken back now is the essence.
"Haha, Nuwa, I think your Fuxi clone has grown up, and has an important position among the tribes of the human race."
Ye Yang's mind swept over lightly, and in an instant, he found Fuxi's 10,000 clones. Nuwa thought that after integrating into the luck of the human race, she joined forces with the saints to block the secrets of heaven, so that she could not be discovered.
But it was a big mistake from the beginning. The luck of the human race that Nuwa gave to Fuxi contained the power of the witch and demon catastrophe. Although Fuxi succeeded in taking over the body, the seal of the ancestor of the human race suppressed it and was invulnerable to all evil. Ye Yang knew it at the first time.
Besides, even if the secrets of heaven were blocked, what would happen? It's none of my business, I'm not the way of heaven.
Under the cover of Ye Yang's terrifying will, all the endless Fuxi clones were in sight, but Ye Yang did not deal with it. He took back the last trace of Nuwa's human luck on this Fuxi clone.
But
What came into view was the endless pain of the endless human children. The battle with the demons caused heavy losses to the human race. Although it accelerated the rise of the human race, the price was too high.
Sometimes there were accidental injuries, especially those witches in the Chiyou tribe. After killing red eyes, they killed people and demons without distinguishing them.
The human race was also full of resentment.
In a flash, he came to the edge of the battlefield, which was full of a large number of human corpses. Although some were not dead yet, they were also thrown here to die.
"Woo--."
Suddenly, Ye Yang heard a humble cry. Looking for the sound, a child was kneeling in front of a corpse and crying.
"Woo-woo"