Global Creation: Only I Create the Prehistoric World

Chapter 170 One Sword Slashes Buddha, Shennong Yan Emperor!!

In the middle of the Great Lei Yin Temple.

Several Buddhas glared at each other.

The rest of the True Self Buddha did not speak. But.

But there was also a little anger in his eyes.

Among them there are the divine who are truly refuges in Buddhism.

And some of the sacred, they just want to hold the thigh of the Buddha. After all.

They also didn’t know what the real relationship between the Three Great Lords of Yangmei and Junti Zhiyin was, they only knew.

The Buddha Gate is among the top forces in the entire flood. There are only five great Luo Daoguo. And these are sacred.

Although I am not in the same heart as the Buddha. But Regulus this sword.

It was tantamount to pressing their faces directly to the ground. Daoguo strong people must not take easy shots.

But the true self has not received this whole restriction.

It’s just that for tens of thousands of years, the true self and the strong have been cultivating desperately, trying to break through the Dao Fruit.

And now.

The Buddha’s true self is strong, but he stood up in anger.

“Descend the dragon, you should go for a trip~”

A voice of compassion sounded from the depths of infinite years.

A true self slowly stood up. He said respectfully with his hands folded.

“Follow the Buddha’s will.”

“Suppress the Yellow Emperor’s ministry and accept half of his human race as my Buddhist disciples, so as to make an example.”

“Yes!”

Subsequently. The Dragon Lord stepped out step by step.

And then the figure has penetrated countless spaces. Slowly move in the direction of the Yellow Emperor’s Department.

Everywhere they passed, the sound of Brahma was vast, and countless beings were converted. At the same time and in the deepest part of the years.

Junti, then sit cross-legged and constantly improve everything in the Buddhist path.

Enhance their own foundation, and with the power of Da Luo, constantly make the three gods such as Yang Mei unable to awaken in the slumber.

“Luck Golden Dragon, Yan Huang…”

“Behind this, there is the shadow of the Dragon Clan…”

Junti folded his hands and whispered softly.

Lead eyes to the future of Hang Seng.

“The Dragon Clan is not a Demon Clan, although Zu Long is a Demon Master, but with his arrogant nature, how can he be subordinate to the people, he is now half a step of the Dao Fruit, I am afraid that the opportunity to promote the Dao Fruit is in the human race.”

“The Terrans are not simple, and the Zulong may not be able to take advantage.”

Junti said.

“It doesn’t matter, all the great Luos of the heavens are falling, all are tempting, and all are waiting for the revival of the gods and demons.”

“Let the descending dragon see the current heels of the Terrans.”

There was a bit of certainty in the tone of the introduction.

It was as if this dragon could finally do everything with one shot. Flood to the southwest.

The Dragon Lord carries a mighty power. Make no secret of your strength.

Countless sacredness secretly noticed that this scene was being discussed.

“The strength of the Yellow Emperor was truly terrifying, and he actually nailed the Lord of the Little Lei Yin Temple directly to the Buddha Hall.”

“Sigh, this is the next beam knotted.”

“The descending dragon is actually out of the Buddha’s Gate!”

“This guy is one of the most ancient sacred, raising his eyebrows and three gods at the same time to transform him.”

“His strength can already be called the top existence among the true self besides the ancestral witch.”

“The Terrans are in danger.”

The descending dragon walked barefoot in the heavens.

He wanted to go to the Yellow Emperor’s Ministry to suppress the Terrans. And right now.

He stopped suddenly.

With his hands folded, he looked at a weak tribe in front of him. The whole body is slightly light.

“Thank you Mama, the milk wine on your sheep’s head is really good.”

“Next time, I’ll bring you wine from my hometown, my father’s favorite Terran burning knife!”

A thick middle-aged man greeted the creatures of the sheep’s head. Then.

Step by step towards the dragon descending.

The mighty breath of the descending dragon seemed to be cut off by him, allowing the tribe that should have taken refuge in Buddhism in his breath.

I couldn’t feel his breath at all.

The middle-aged human race was like an ordinary creature without any cultivation and carrying a tattered long sword behind him.

He walked step by step. The first step out of that tribe. The smile on his face narrowed.

In the second step, his expression became incomparably indifferent.

In the third step, a sharp force that seemed to penetrate everything in heaven and earth appeared on his body

The fourth step, the tattered long sword behind him, with a bit of indescribable sharpness, and the fifth step…

This step of his crossed the space, directly standing opposite the descending dragon.

“Terrans?”

The descending dragon looked at the middle-aged man.

The voice is indifferent.

It’s like facing an insignificant ant.

“Terrans, Huang Jiu…”

Huang Jiu’s voice was no longer as thick as before, but with a little coldness.

The whole person was like a sharp sword. To run through everything.

“Are you going to stop me?”

“No.”

Huang Jiu shook his head slightly. The long sword behind him fell in his hand.

He looked at the sword forged for the first time in his life, the sword that his father, who had been a blacksmith all his life, had poured out his family’s wealth.

There is a little tenderness under the eyes. He stroked his sword.

“I have a sword.”

“To ask the Buddha!!”

Next second. Extreme brilliance erupts. Airplanes!!

That pure sword intent carries the edge of annihilating everything………… Cut the years.

Break space-time. Then. A sword falls. And everything withers.

Huang Jiu’s sword went straight to the descending dragon. Moment.

This sword pierced directly through the body of the descending dragon. The golden body of the Buddha began to crack gradually. The golden body was crumbling and dimming.

However.

The descending dragon faces such a scene.

But it is still as indifferent as before. And Huang Jiu’s sword fell. But he did not collect the sword.

“It’s kind of interesting, but not enough.”

The golden body of the descending dragon Arhat was constantly shattering.

The golden light of the Buddha Gate gradually dissipated. Then.

Call!!!

An endless stream of black qi poured out of the golden body. It’s like a drop of ink falling directly into clear water.

Defile everything.

A figure with dark eyes and no mouth and nose gradually emerged. At the same time.

That dirty breath became stronger.

It was even far beyond the Buddha’s golden body posture of the previous dragon descending. The descending dragon was before being transformed by the three great lords of the Yang Mei.

It is one of the most ancient innate sacred.

Born in Pangu’s obsession. It is one of the highest sacredness.

If it weren’t for the plan of raising eyebrows at that time, it would have been suppressed by the Three Dao Fruits. He will not fall into Buddhism now.

“Your sword is good, but it’s too far away!”

The dragon whispered and waved it casually.

The terrifying power directly flew Huang Jiu out.

And Huang Jiu was forced to stand up to that force, wanting to strike the sword again.

Each time it was blown away, his sword intent was increasing in a crazy posture.

And his breath was faintly fainting a little.

Originally, Huang Jiu was a sharp sword, but now his sharpness seemed to be wrapped in a scabbard.

There used to be a little obscure way. It also began to be continuously improved.

His realm has gone from half-step to his true self to his true self. Become the only kendo master in countless worlds.

The descending dragon felt a little threatened.

He wasn’t shooting as casually as before. Instead, he wanted to directly suppress Huang Jiu with one blow.

However, just when his whole body rhymed in one place. Syllable!!

A whip breaks everything.

At some point, an old man in animal skin was leaning on the top of the mountain. In his hand was a whip that exuded a mysterious atmosphere.

See the old man.

“Shennong Whip!”

The tone of the descending dragon tone, for the first time, fluctuated