Home has a door to the flood

Chapter 345
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All the supernatural powers were slightly relieved when they heard the good news.

"But Heavenly Emperor, what if the other party sends many great supernatural beings to lurk over and kill our saint?" Eastern King Mugong Ni Junming asked seriously.

"Hmm..." Emperor Di Hongtian waved his hand to signal him not to worry, and after pondering for a while, he said, "Don't worry, everyone, I still have a great supernatural power who knows the way of cause and effect, and his cultivation is not inferior to mine. Beihai has set up a lot of causal law nets, and if there is any change in the magic cultivator, we will know immediately."

"There is such a great supernatural power in my prehistoric age?" Many monks couldn't believe it, saying that they had never heard of it.

Emperor Di Hongtian glanced at Taoist Tongtian with a look of astonishment in his eyes, and said leisurely: "Otherwise, don't you think it's too smooth to kill the two sub-sage sixth-layer powerhouses? Feeling very lucky.”

The several saints who participated in the ambush of the ancestor of Qianshui and Vima Zhiduo all looked blank, and even Zhunti and Jieying looked puzzled.

"It is precisely because of his help that you can go so smoothly." After speaking, the elder Di Hongtian said with a little narrowness: "It is also because of this that after you killed Qian Shui, he Immediately he was hunted down by Rahu, fled to the east, and finally escaped Rahu's chase."

After all, he said with regret on his face: "It's just a pity that Taoist Cangtian was discovered by Luo Hu who was passing by at that time, so he ended up like this."

All the saints looked at each other, and Long Zu's face was dark.

Taoist Cangtian nestled in the north of the East China Sea, vaguely intending to make friends with the Dragon Clan, but unexpectedly.

"The Emperor of Heaven doesn't have to be sad. Although the Taoist friends of the sky have fallen, the true spirit is still scattered in the sky. After thousands of kalpas, there may be a chance to see you again." Dong Wang Mu just said: "What's more, the Holy Mother of the West King and the others this time Beheading two sub-sages and beheading two great enemies for me, Honghuang's side is not a loss."

The Holy Mother of the King of the West is Yaoqiong, but this name was slowly called out by many monks during this battle, and after many great supernatural beings got used to it naturally, they also called it this way.

Emperor Hongtian glanced at Dongwang Mugong, nodded with deep meaning, and continued: "So after that, I showed up to hold Luo Hu back, and that great supernatural being returned to the North Sea to set up a karma net, so I took Luo Hu with him on purpose. Entering the time-distorted space-time, delayed him for a long time."

Many sacred classical words, and then nodded in understanding.

Immediately afterwards, Emperor Hongtian seemed to have received some good news, and with a satisfied smile on his face, he said to the gods: "There was once a great supernatural person who practiced and practiced in my divine kingdom, and he has a deep relationship with me." , I specially asked him to come and secretly observe the entire battlefield, he has something to say to break up with you."

As soon as Emperor Hongtian finished speaking, a holy figure walked in from outside the Tongming Hall, and suddenly appeared a thousand-foot-tall Dharma appearance.

I saw him, with a handsome face, a well-proportioned figure, a moon-white long coat, and a snow-white cloak hanging behind him. If it weren't for those very vicissitudes of eyes, he might be regarded as the son of some great supernatural being.

Of course, this is only in terms of appearance, because the meaning represented by the direction of a thousand feet high, no one would think it is a simple character.

Another sub-sage sixth heaven powerhouse!
"Poverty Daoist Bai Ze, I have met fellow Taoists."

As soon as Bai Zefu came in, beside Dihongtiandi, a cloud platform automatically appeared in mid-air. Without a doubt, this Bai Ze should be Dihongtiandi's right-hand man.

Bai Ze was not too polite. After meeting the saints, he slowly walked up to the cloud platform, and then turned to face the saints.

"Bai Ze was ordered to monitor the situation of this war. Now that the war is over, it is time to share with you."

Seeing all the saints nodding their heads slightly, waiting for him to speak, Bai Ze went straight to the point: "In this war, more than one monk in Beijing has been lost in total on both sides."

The so-called trillions are trillions, trillions are capitals, and one capital monk is really an astronomical progression, but most of the saints have no expression.

"Among them, the ones who have fallen the most are the monks of the Earth Immortal Realm."

"Among the fallen monks, the ratio of prehistoric monks to demonic cultivators is about 3:2."

Some of the great supernatural beings below were shocked, some were dazed, and some were silent.

Those who were shocked, presumably knew the horror of this data, those who were at a loss obviously never paid attention to this issue, and those who were silent and holy, presumably knew it already.

"Among the monks of the same level, below the Golden Immortal Realm, my Primordial Cultivator has a little lack of fighting spirit, relatively lacking offensive and defensive means, and the cooperation between my companions is far inferior to that of the Demon Cultivator."

"Even the will to fight is missing a lot, and there have been records of retreating in pieces."

Dongwang Mugong's face darkened, and he said very dissatisfied: "The low-end monks in the demon cultivator have always been enslaved by the upper class, and the great supernatural powers at the upper class drove them to fight and told them that after victory, they are no longer The lowest level, when the time comes, I can enslave my Primordial Cultivator, so that they have such a strong will to fight."

When Mu Gong interrupted his speech, Bai Ze was not angry at all. He didn't even look at Dong Wang. Instead, he looked directly at Emperor Hongtian, as if he was asking for his opinion.

This action really made Dong Wang very angry.

This is not giving him face in front of more than [-] great supernatural powers.

Originally, in this battle, the limelight of the Holy Mother of the King of the West could be said to have surpassed him by a large margin. She attacked and killed two strong men at the sixth level of the sub-sage, and with the final sword cut to stop the war, at the same time launched the prehistoric and Moxiu's discussion of Dao is a big hit.

In comparison, his performance, although impressive enough, is far from comparable.

This already annoyed him very much, and Bai Ze's behavior at this moment made him even more annoyed, but he was one of the holy leaders after all, and he didn't show the slightest expression on his face.

The Emperor of Heaven closed his eyes slightly, seemingly sleeping but not sleeping, and said lightly: "I understand, you continue to talk."

Bai Ze nodded slightly, and continued: "Above the Golden Immortal Realm, I, the Primordial Cultivator, has an absolute advantage in terms of individual combat power. There are two reasons. The means and all kinds of supernatural powers have begun to practice, develop in an all-round way, and make up for shortcomings. The second reason is that this world, after all, has the same origin as the prehistoric, above the Golden Immortal realm, and dabbles in the way of time and space. We are in it, after all, we have the advantage. "

"However, in my opinion, over time, this advantage will be slowly worn away."

"The last good news is that in this battle, 330 four quasi-saint monks broke through to the sub-sage realm, which is gratifying."

Following Bai Zhe's words, among the gods, among the gods, there were 330 sub-sages whose Dharma figures were about eight or nine feet away, and a golden halo appeared on their heads, which penetrated to the top of the hall.

At the same time, many great supernatural powers also cast their attention on them.

The people present were all great supernatural beings, and they could tell at a glance that the one sent to the top of the hall without seeing the border was just a means of decoration, and it could be regarded as a celebration for their newcomers.

These more than 300 newcomers, being watched by so many people, have strange smiles on their faces.

They don't know what to do, anyway, it's always right to laugh.

(End of this chapter)