Global Creation: Only I Create the Prehistoric World

Chapter 140 The Buddha’s Gate Destroys the Dao, and Hongjun Will Die!!

Heaven and earth are devastated, and the Lich Wars are fought.

The heavens were silent.

But it is clear that there are some subliminal rules set in it. Therefore, the Lich and Demon Clans did not fight in the Flood Continent.

Instead, they fought in the Lich Battlefield opened up by the two clans together. However, the Lich Battlefield is only part of this great war. The battle between the Great Lich and the Demon Gods is certainly important.

But the real difference between the two races is the key to victory. Not on them.

It depends on the confrontation between the big Luo. For the Great Raksha.

Whether it is the Great Witch or the Star God, or the Ten Temples of Yama. All are insignificant presences.

Just the slightest movement of the mind can completely erase it from the long river of time. No longer exists in the past and future.

And there are three reasons why they don’t.

First, there is a great Luo on both sides, you erase it in the years, I reshape it in the years, and the confrontation between the two is meaningless.

Second, for the Great Luo people to transcend everything, ordinary divine and they are not above the same dimension at all, and it hurts to shoot at them.

The third and most important first point.

What happened on the Lich Battlefield was more like a proof.

It proves that between these two races, which side is more perfect.

Which side is more qualified to bear everything and become the master of the flood wasteland, whether it is Emperor Jun or Fu Xi and other great Luo.

Only when the only voice is strong enough to control everything can this world be detached and thus become the Great Luo Honghuang.

Therefore, both Lich Clans are spying on each other’s luck and want to be the only and victorious side on the Lich battlefield.

Nature is the race that is most qualified to carry everything. As for the significance of the Great Luo…

Countless big Luo who did not take sides looked at the Lich Demon Battlefield meaningfully. The chess game has been opened, and there are no regrets.

The Lich Demon Clan, these two behemoths compete for immeasurable luck. And all the heavens and the gods can fall.

Or choose the Wu Clan, or enter the Heavenly Court.

So far, none of the Great Luo Zhen Self Powerful Beings have appeared among the two races.

They were all watching, all deducing. No one dares to make a decision easily.

Because once you are bound to any of these powerful races. It is equivalent to being completely bound to the luck of that family.

If it is a victory, it is naturally a great joy for everyone, and everyone is lucky enough to work together to detach.

But if it fails.

They don’t believe that the other party will let them go easily.

The saints were watching to see who was stronger among the two tribes of Lich Demons. As for those pawns on the Lich Battlefield.

They are indeed fighting for life and death to prove the strength of their race. But.

Once their own Da Luo is defeated, even if they win, it will be meaningless. In Da Luo’s eyes, they were the insignificant sand of the years. Western Elysium.

With the arrival of Hongjun last time, the entire Western Yuan Qi was seriously injured. And the three divine figures such as raising eyebrows are also damaged by the Dao rhyme.

Recuperate.

“Emperor Jun, the Lich Demon War is imminent, why did you come to look for this throne?”

Raise your eyebrows and open your eyes slightly.

Behind them, the folded plum and choking sound are full of Buddha’s light, and the immeasurable beings sing their Buddha trumpets.

Across countless time and space, Yu looked at Emperor Jun, who was sitting on the Great Luo Heaven.

“Last time, Hongjun wanted to obliterate the sect of Er and others.

The Buddhas believe in the great sun with supreme faith, and if they do not lead to my coming, if I am not here, the Buddha’s gate will perish, and you do not recognize this. ”

Di Jun’s voice was not hurried, and there was not the slightest ripple in his golden eyes. Raised eyebrows changed slightly.

Hongjun descended, and Da Luo Infinity, showing a terrifying strength beyond the Dao Fruit Realm.

Condensing the universe, and the vastness and infinity, reflected all beings in the universe he had created.

That terrifying rhyme.

Until now, when Yang Mei recalled it, there were some palpitations.

If it were not for the quasi-initiation of the introduction, relying on their three Dao fruits, the immeasurable beings would be induced to sing the Great Sun.

And with Buddhist faith and luck, a great sun is drawn.

Attracting the arrival of Emperor Jun, I am afraid that the current Buddha’s Gate has long been in the middle of the years, and it has disappeared.

Cause and effect, cause and effect. Where there is a cause, it is a result.

For Da Luo, the effect of cause and effect is heavier. If cause and effect do not disappear, the future state of mind is difficult.

Emperor Jun saved the Buddha because of it, no matter what kind of mentality Emperor Jun had, but this was the case.

“The Buddha’s Gate, with compassion in mind, the Lich and the Demon Clans kill too heavily, and the Buddha’s Gate is pure and does not stain the fruits of karma.”

Choking Ming saw the embarrassment of raising his eyebrows, and with his mind in his mind, he opened his mouth to take over the words to the root of the Buddha’s Gate and politely refused the solicitation that Emperor Jun had not yet spoken.

The Buddhas are weak and new.

In the face of such a behemoth as the Lich Demon Clan, the slightest carelessness will be crushed to pieces.

Although they are already the fruits of the Great Luo Dao, the Buddha’s Gate is the foundation of their enlightenment, and there can be absolutely no loss.

“Don’t pretend, choke, Buddha, compassion?”

“What kind of Buddha is the Buddha?”

“Aren’t you three great Luos cultivating?”

Emperor Jun directly tore through the fig leaf of Yang Mei and others…

Then, the Emperor’s Qi suddenly appeared, and his brow was lightly raised as if countless thunderbolts had emerged

“It’s all Da Luo, there’s no need to be so wordy, I’ll just say three words to you.”

“First, the Lich War, the Demon Clan’s combat strength is geometric, Er and others know in their hearts that the Twelve Ancestral Witches have been unable to reproduce the true body of Pangu, and the Great Sun has never fallen!”

“Second, Buddhism is compassionate, but living in a remote place in the West is never a solution, if you are willing to help me, in the midst of the flood, a palm of land, belongs to you, I will not ask.”

“Third, Hongjun can walk through the Buddha’s Gate Road, and he can be lonely!”

The words came out.

The Three Great Luo Divine Figures suddenly fell silent.

Although choking on the sound of wisdom, in the face of Emperor Jun’s supreme existence, all language was so pale and weak.

At this moment, the Buddha’s light deepened, and his hands were folded.

It is like an immeasurable Buddha of all worlds, shining on the past, transforming the immeasurable, and having endless compassion.

“Is this true?”

Raise your eyebrows and whisper, and your voice is a little compassionate. Di Jun playfully looked at Yang Mei.

The corners of his mouth drew a smile.

“Of course.”

There is no sorrow or joy in the eyes of the raised eyebrows. Airplanes!

In the endless river of years, a being emitting endless light slowly stood up.

The whole flood slowly unfolded before his eyes. It’s like a picture.

“Good!!”

Next second.

The figure suddenly raised his hand. A slap falls.

Thundered!!

Flood the East above the endless earth. Infinite power erupts.

A shadow covering the heavens emerged.

Then a large hand like a sky fell violently.

Space shattered at this moment, and countless beings who had no time to hide were annihilated under this palm.

Endless Buddha’s light slowly rises here. The meaning of compassion is endless.

It seems to be singing for those who have died.

“Buddha’s Gate is like this, Dangxing.”

The Heavenly Emperor said indifferently, and his voice slowly dissipated in the Western Elysium.

Inside the Purple Palace.

Hongjun watched everything that happened in the flood. Infinite calculations emerge under the eyes.

“Emperor Jun chose Buddhism.”

“It is interesting to choose a Buddha and lack the Dao, it seems that our Heavenly Emperor is not willing to let go of me, who has held part of the authority of the Heavenly Dao.”