Chapter 699 Saints

The gods and monsters fall in love with the world, and the five elements settled the return of the emperor... This is the poem that An Bochen got from the strong man in the divine clock when he was in the southern wilderness. Why do people in this era also know it?

An Bochen hid in the crowd and looked up at the man in white who was slowly falling from the moon, and his thoughts fluctuated.

At this moment, he secretly realized that he had made a mistake in the future, but he was preconceived and replaced the prophecy of the strong man named Six Ears into his era.

The other party calculates the future of the East China Sea Bell, and it will not be limited to an era.

"There is a furnace in Dongshan, and the golden boy and jade girl are picking together. If I remember correctly, this should be the second poem. I won't hide it like you. Today, I will say it in front of the people in front of the world. The man in white continued to say that his face was exposed in broad sunlight and also appeared in front of An Bochen, the extremely familiar face of An Bochen. The only difference is that the saint in front of him is more enchanting than Da Kuang's old friend.

"Wuhua is the reincarnation of this person. Zhang Bu has two knives and inherits the will of the devil. It's probably so... What's hidden behind all this?

For a while, An Bochen's heart was slightly confused. When he raised his eyes, he happened to meet his boss Ma Jin's comforting eyes. He was full of love and didn't say anything. All this has never come to today, hidden in the unknown secrets behind history. Now only Sima Jin can share it with An Bochen.

"You must be curious and wondering who I am, why I appear, and why your leaders are so afraid of me."

The man in white, who has become a high-profile man, smiled and said to the human monks in heaven and earth that he was the organizer of this Dafa meeting.

On the square, on the ring, on the mountain peak, on the sky clouds... Whether it is a fairy or a demon, whether it is a real person or a fairy, they are silent, quietly watching the man in white, waiting for his next words.

Sure enough, the pseudo-demon or the bloodline of the holy clan is really unusual. They raise their hands and throw their feet, and carry the power of irresistible charm in their words and deeds, which makes it difficult for even ordinary real immortals to resist. No wonder even if it is tens of millions of years apart, the natural bottomless hole at the time of Da Kuang still retains the power far beyond his peers, and makes the three dynasties afraid of it.

consciously looking at Simajin, An Bochen's eyes flashed.

It is also because the bloodline of Simajin's generation has been diluted to little left, otherwise she would have been recognized in public, or she would have been noticed by Xiaoqing when she entered Nether Island that day.

After a deliberate pause for a long time, the man in white looked at the crowd with satisfaction and smiled, "My name is not a big deal, but my identity is a little unusual. Tens of thousands of years ago, in ancient times, there were saints who created heaven and earth. At the end of ancient times, in order to cross all sentient beings, the saint was reincarnated and entered the reincarnation of the five elements. After I became a saint, we are all saints. After the saint, we seek luck for the world, but we are slandered by those who are blinded by your interests!"

While talking, the man in white raised his arm and pointed to the blue and purple light from far to near.

Every time the glory approaches one point, the little green fairy and others look ugly.

After the saint...

An Bochen took a breath of cold air. He looked at Simajin, and Simajin also looked at him with suspicion.

About the history of ancient times, Sima Jin has gained a lot from the house of the third princess of the Yin Dynasty earlier. She often talks to An Bochen in the last paragraph, including the deeds of the saints being cut down at the end of ancient times. Now listening to this holy clan, it seems that there are still hidden feelings in it.

With the words "saint" being exported, the atmosphere present began to loosen, and the discussion came one after another. The last era was the era when saints were respected. For the monks of this era, saints are legendary legends, and their cultivation is still above the top. If the man in front of him is really a descendant of a saint, why does he exude evil spirit and become the enemy of our generation?

"Hmm, full of nonsense!"

Finally, someone couldn't listen, but he got up and punched the man in white with a simple and unpretentious punch.

"Oh."

The man in white didn't look at it. He lowered his head and smiled. His smile already contained all the meanings he wanted to express, including sarcasm, ridicule and pity.

The void shattered into the size of a snowflake and flew apart. A punch that could break half of Dongzhou was even empty.

He hit the man in white, and seemed to be in the mirror. After a wave of traces, the man in white appeared again.

There was an uproar.

"Impossible."

Gui Wuqi stared at his fist in a squantration, and his face turned white.

"He's not here." Wang Ziyue's voice sounded in the distance. He looked at the distant sky and shook his head with a wry smile and said, "How strong the seal was at the beginning, and it was specially aimed at high-level pseudo-demons. Even if the fake demons of real immortals and mysterious fairyland can escape, these supremes can't escape."

"Oh? Do you know me?" The man in white looked at Wang Ziyue, but he didn't delve into it. He laughed and said, "Indeed, I'm still sealing the world. This is just my reflection. But even if I don't do it, they alone are enough for you to submit to everything.

supreme, Wuhua's previous life turned out to be a supreme pseudo-demon.

An Bochen was secretly shocked.

"There is still a little time, that's all. I'll make it clear what happened in those years."

The man in white is the reflection, and no one can stop him.

"In this era, that is, after the reincarnation of the saint, there are four poems, which are said to be described by the mixed monkeys who derived their skills, especially those above the saints in ancient times. I have said the first sentence before. As for the second sentence, there is a furnace in Dongshan, and the golden boy saint picks together.

Speaking of this, the man in white paused slightly, and a touch of coldness flashed between his eyebrows, as if he remembered something unpleasant.

"Oh. Tens of thousands of years ago, our holy clan inherited the will of our ancestors and created all the people on behalf of heaven, but it made many self-righteous people red-willed, find out the universe furnace, and harmed our holy clan. At the beginning, you were righteous and awe-inspiring, and it was unfair for our holy clan to be in charge of the heavenly court alone. Now that tens of thousands of years have passed, you have fought desperately for your own interests. Is this what you say?

The words of the man in white killed his heart. Hearing this, many monks present blushed and lowered their heads in shame.

"It's useless no matter how much you say."

At this time, the demon leader who had not opened his mouth in the demon cloud said, "There is a furnace in Dongshan, and the golden child saint picks it together. You instructed the pseudo-demon to come this time, just to get the universe furnace and break your seal. Unfortunately, if you want to get the universe furnace, you need a golden boy saint.

"I know that after you used tricks to harm my holy clan with the universe furnace, you have cut down the golden boy saint and all her descendants, in order to prevent the universe furnace from being born. However, in the East Shengjie for tens of thousands of years, my sister and I have studied the four poems day and night. Do you know what we found?

When the man in white spoke, he suddenly looked up at the sky. At this moment, a thunderlight as thick as an arm fell from the sky and hit him. However, he is just a reflection, even if not, he can swallow the thunder casually with his cultivation.

"I won't let you say it yet."

The man in white grinned the corners of his mouth and his eyes were sarcastic.

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