Chapter 54: The Third Ancestor Becomes a Saint, and Makes a Move Without Regret

Time passed slowly.

Thousands of years passed, and as the gourd matured.

The Three Pure Ones and others each picked the gourd they valued, and then left Buzhou Mountain.

Only Fuxi and Nuwa were left.

Nuwa looked at the golden gourd in her hand, as well as the black gourd and gourd vine that had not yet taken shape.

Just when Nuwa wanted to pick the gourd vine.

A figure appeared here from far to near.

Nuwa and Fuxi looked at the person who came and were stunned, and then there was a trace of doubt in their eyes.

This was just a divine thought, or a trace of spiritual imprint.

Yuan Meng looked at Nuwa: "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, can you let the last gourd be nurtured before picking the gourd vine."

Hearing Yuan Meng's words, Nuwa looked at Yuan Meng with a trace of curiosity in her eyes: "Since fellow Daoist said so, Nuwa will take care of it for ten thousand years."

"Thank you very much, I just need a gourd for drinking." Yuan Meng said with a smile.

The Xiantian Dao Jade Gourd that was refined before was not very good. It still needs such a spiritual treasure, and the last black gourd.

It should not have been born, but Yuan Meng changed everything.

The black gourd is called the Heaven-Swallowing Gourd, which contains the Devouring Dao, and is in perfect harmony with Yuan Meng before he became a Dao. It's a pity that it was born too late, but it is still a good gourd for holding wine.

"My name is Yuan Meng. If you are free, you can come to the Chaos Island in the East China Sea." Yuan Meng said with a smile, and his figure gradually disappeared in front of Nuwa and Fuxi.

Looking at the dissipated Yuan Meng.

Nuwa looked at Fuxi and asked: "Brother, do you know him?"

Fuxi shook his head.

He even said that he had never heard of Yuan Meng's name.

"East China Sea, Chaos Island?" Nuwa had a hint of strangeness in her eyes.

In the chaos.

Yuan Meng had a smile on his lips.

It is also a good thing to establish a good relationship with Nuwa, and the most important thing is that among the six saints, Nuwa has always been the one being calculated.

She has always been in a state of isolation and helplessness.

Whether it is the Three Pure Ones or the two saints in the West, they are all calculating Nuwa.

…

In the chaos.

The colorful divine light shines in the chaos,

Countless gorgeous colors appear on Yuan Huang's body, interweaving and spreading.

The purple breath emerges in the chaos.

"Li!!!"

Yuan Huang made a cry, and the endless chaos was broken and reorganized, and the supreme imperial power spread on Yuan Huang's body.

Yuan Meng opened his eyes.

Looking at the purple air surging in the chaos, golden lotus emerged, and countless auspicious clouds descended.

Yuan Huang became a saint! !

To ​​be precise, he achieved the status of Hunyuan.

The next moment, two voices sounded at the same time.

"Ang!!!" A dragon roar.

"Roar!!!!" A Qilin roar.

Zulong, the first Qilin became a saint!!! !

Countless purple air rolled in the chaos.

In the Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun opened his eyes with a sense of responsibility.

Then he closed his eyes. For Hongjun, the ancestor dragon, the original phoenix, and the first unicorn becoming saints were nothing.

The most important thing was that he was still in the prehistoric world.

Even Hunyuan couldn't turn the world upside down.

In the prehistoric world, above the way of heaven, no matter who violated the trend of the way of heaven, the final result would only be destruction.

Hunyuan was not immortal.

Hongjun knew this, and Yuanmeng knew this too.

Yuanmeng had never thought of changing the prehistoric trend, whether it was the great catastrophe of the beasts, the great catastrophe of the dragons and phoenixes, or the upcoming war between witches and liches.

Yuanmeng didn't care about these.

The struggle between ethnic groups, the law of the jungle, this is an eternal law.

Yuanmeng would not change it.

But in the later Conferred Gods and Journey to the West, one by one Yuanmeng would intervene.

In addition to internal fighting, there was still internal fighting.

It is meaningless in Yuan Meng's view.

In the previous few catastrophes, no matter what, those who can survive are the elite among the elite. In Yuan Meng's view, this is a kind of tempering.

To prepare for the battle of the Ten Thousand Worlds later.

But what is the Conferred God Catastrophe later?

The internal fight of the saints.

The Journey to the West is a game like a child's house. In Yuan Meng's view, it is meaningless and it also wipes out the potential of the prehistoric creatures.

Rather than dying in the internal fight, it is better to die on the front line of the battle of the Ten Thousand Worlds.

Since these saints are bored, let's go to the Ten Thousand Worlds.

Time passed slowly.

Endless rays of light bloomed, Yuan Huang wore a red imperial robe, with a smile on his face, and stepped out endless red lotus flowers.

Intertwined with infinite avenues.

Yuan Meng looked at Yuan Huang with a smile on his face.

"You go back first and stabilize your realm. I'll go and see my old friend." Yuan Meng looked at Yuan Huang in the depths of chaos and thought of him.

"Okay." Yuan Huang uttered a word with a smile on his delicate face.

Yuan Meng smiled, then took a step and appeared in the depths of chaos.

The infinite time and space around Yang Mei was turbulent.

In addition, Hongjun also appeared here.

"Two Taoist friends, I don't know when we can meet again after this separation." Yang Mei smiled and thought of Hongjun and Yuan Meng.

"I will go to the heavens and the worlds." Yuan Meng said slowly.

Yang Mei looked at Yuan Meng, then smiled casually.

Hongjun also looked at Yuan Meng.

"Two Taoist friends, see you again if we are destined." Yang Mei said with a smile, then stepped on the road and set off towards the heavens and the worlds.

The endless chaotic energy surged in the chaos.

"What do you want to do?" Hongjun asked Yuanmeng.

"What? I want Honghuang to stand at the top of the heavens and the worlds." Yuanmeng said with a smile on his face.

"Honghuang is too big and too small. It's really ridiculous that six saints are fighting in this small Honghuang." Yuanmeng murmured.

As if talking to himself, and as if telling Hongjun his thoughts.

Hongjun's eyes were full of brilliance.

"Your anomaly is also a variable." Hongjun said lightly.

"Whether it's a variable or anomaly, it's a foregone conclusion. The Heavenly Dao didn't say anything, but you, the Heavenly Dao's agent, are still concerned." Yuanmeng smiled and shook his head, then waved his hand.

The endless ancient formations in the chaos were transformed into a chessboard by Yuanmeng.

Yuanmeng looked at Hongjun.

"Let's play the next game?" Yuanmeng said with a smile.

Hongjun's eyes flickered: "I will play a game with you."

"Very good, very good, I thought you were an old ancient firefly who didn't know how to adapt." Yuan Meng said with a smile.

"It's good for Honghuang, why don't I do it?" Hongjun said with a faint smile on his face.

"Indeed, Honghuang becomes stronger, which means that the Heavenly Dao becomes stronger, and you, the agent of the Heavenly Dao, also benefit from it. It seems that I have suffered a loss." Yuan Meng said with a smile.

"You are joking, how can you say you have suffered a loss? Isn't it what you have always wanted to make Honghuang stronger?" Hongjun said with a smile on his face.

"Yes, it is indeed what I think." Yuan Meng said with a smile, grabbing an ancient star, refining it into a black chess piece, and falling on the chessboard transformed by chaos.

"No regrets after making a move!!" Yuan Meng said slowly and looked at Hongjun.

Hongjun also grabbed an ancient star, refined it into a white chess piece, and said with a smile on his face: "No regrets after making a move!!"

Yuan Meng smiled, and Hongjun also smiled.

As for what they were laughing at, only the two of them knew.