Chapter 742: All below the saint are ants, go and talk to me about the way of the saint

Luo Zu exhaled gently, and some of the depression in his heart was relieved.

He suddenly became a million years older, but his cultivation level did not improve at all. This was really frustrating for him, a cultivator who was in his ascendant.

But there is no way, the world is big and the saint is the greatest.

Two big men are fighting each other, and small characters like them can only applaud and cheer. How dare they ask for an explanation?

"Go and tell those Dao Masters who disappeared without a trace.

Saints also have their own difficulties. Can't you ants understand?

Saints are also living hard. "

After understanding the law of the jungle in the ancient world, Luo Zu no longer felt any distress or resentment.

"I wonder what the Lich feels?" Luo Zu looked at his fellow prehistoric people.

No, it’s not just the ancient times, there are also other multiverses in the chaos.

After all, Luo Zu discovered that even his independent soul universe suffered, and a million years of time were intercepted.

Although the speed of time flow in the two universes is different, the intercepted time is exactly the same under the same time length unit.

After observing, Luo Zu sighed that it was just as expected, other multiverses had also suffered from the "evil hand".

Although a million years is nothing to them, after all, their own universe is their own little piece of land, and time can do whatever it wants with it. However, after being hit by the battle between the saints, the Hunyuan Quasi-Sage seemed to have no room for resistance or struggle, which made them recite a classic "line" from the prehistoric times:

Below the saints are all ants!

Only after this battle did the saint's power fully penetrate into people's hearts.

Earlier, when Nuwa suppressed the Lich and his group of Daluo Wuji by herself, everyone was not as powerless as they are now.

Because the current Daluo Wuji realm has also undergone version iterations, and there is even an additional Hunyuan Quasi-Sage realm above it.

I thought that a quasi-saint was also a saint, but now it seems that the difference of one word is like an inconceivable chasm.

But it is not true to say that a quasi-saint is not a saint. After all, a quasi-saint can indeed crush Daluo Wuji. As long as he is not like the ancestor of the witch clan who has practiced the Twelve Gods of Dutian Formation, even if there are more than ten or twenty other Daluo Wuji, they are no match for the Quasi-saint Hunyuan.

Therefore, there is a difference between Hunyuan Quasi-Saint and Daluo Wuji, and there is a difference between Hunyuan Quasi-Saint and Hunyuan Saint.

The difference is not big, just a little bit (there are galaxies between the fingers).

This also means that even if they migrate their entire race to other multiverses, they cannot escape the magical powers of Hunyuan Sage.

Therefore, there is only one way to deal with it, and that is to achieve the realm of Hunyuan Sage.

But how rare is this state? I believe that Dong Huangdijun and his fellow Hunyuan Quasi-Saints are also very clear about this.

However, they should not be in a state of panic all day long. After all, they have experienced similar situations before.

As for the current situation of the prehistoric world, I am afraid there will not be much change.

But the competition between liches will probably become more intense.

Maybe the situation won't get worse, and we can all just lie down and accept the result that everyone below the saint is an ant.

Of course, there may be people who do not believe in fate and are determined to get up and fight again. In this regard, Luo Zu can only wish him health and happiness.

"Now that you are a million years older, I wonder what you think?" Luo Zu turned and asked the Hunyuan Golden Bowl.

Hunyuan Jindou immediately sneered and said, "You and I are about the same age, but I am higher than Daluo and have been traveling in the long river of time for a long time. I have no concept of time. What if it is a million years, tens of millions of years, or even hundreds of millions of years? They are all just passing clouds."

When Luo Zu heard this, he was surprised to find that this Hunyuan Golden Bowl was so grand?

"My fellow Daoist, you know a lot of truths." Luo Zu chuckled.

"It is the master and the young master who know more." The Hunyuan Golden Bowl bowed to the air, as if it was worshipping the Tongtian Sect Master who was preaching in the Biyou Palace on Jin'ao Island.

"I wonder if I can go and listen to the leader's sermon?" Luo Zu asked again.

While speaking, he did not forget to urge Mo Dao to practice the Zhu Xian Sword Formation more, so that he could ask Master Tong Tian for more advice on this supreme magic.

"It is really not easy for this little Taoist friend to be taught the Zhuxian Sword Formation. He may be very lucky." Hunyuan Jindou said leisurely.

But this was just a small episode. The Demon Sword hasn't even become a Golden Immortal yet, so it's hard for him to catch his eye. He was just curious about the young man who had caused such a huge "disaster" in Luo Zu's words.

But now it can be confirmed that the cause of this matter is still Luo Zu.

Or maybe some great being wants to use Luo Zu to cause such a catastrophe that will affect the entire Chaos Wuji.

So, the magic sword was used by Luo Zu to fight with magic, and Luo Zu was also secretly used.

Although He sees things clearly, He must not speak these things out loud, otherwise He will suffer the consequences. The saints are not very broad-minded.

Thinking of this, he immediately brought the words his master asked him to bring: "The master has a decree. If you want to go to Jin'ao Island to listen to the teachings, you can come at any time."

This opened a convenient door for Luo Zu.

Luo Zu was also aware of the saints' prophetic abilities, so he was not surprised.

If saints can intercept time at will, doesn't that mean that the Taoist prohibitions on the future cannot stop them?

All past inferences will be overturned by this, which will make it difficult for many practitioners who specialize in studying saints.

"Thank you, Master." Luo Zu said gratefully.

"Let's go to Jin'ao Island without further ado." Luo Zu urged.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Hunyuan Jindou said this, but his actions were not slow. He didn't want to stay in Kunlun Mountain for long. After all, Kunlun Mountain was now the territory of the Chan Sect, and he, a spiritual treasure of the Jie Sect, was not used to staying here.

Luo Zu didn't see through his thoughts. After all, it seemed that the two sects, the orthodox sect and the unorthodox sect, were splitting up involuntarily. Patriarch Tongtian and Yuanshi Tianzun were still fellow disciples. How could they really split up just by saying so?

As the saying goes, family members are connected by bones. The three brothers have been practicing together for many years. They didn’t have any differences in their ideas before, so why do they have different ideas now?

I'm afraid they didn't do it on purpose. As for why they did it on purpose, Luo Zu didn't know. He just like other practitioners, guessing what the saint was thinking in his heart.

Therefore, the emperor's golden shoulder pole will never go out of style, even in this mythical land of prehistoric times.

Hunyuan Jindou turned around and brought Luo Zu to Jin'ao Island, which was full of talented people.

Although Jin'ao Island is covered by the Taoist magic of the saints and ordinary practitioners cannot enter the island at will, the Hunyuan Golden Bowl is not an ordinary spiritual treasure. It is a top-grade innate spiritual treasure personally refined by the saint when he attained enlightenment. If he says that he is the saint's child, no one can find fault with it.

With him leading the way, Luo Zu naturally came to this saint's temple with the magic sword easily.

"Follow me, fellow Taoist. It's time to go see the master." Hunyuan Jindou urged.

Not daring to let the saint wait any longer, Luo Zu immediately caught up with the Hunyuan Golden Bowl. As for the magic knife, he had already put it into the small cave he had opened up with him.

This Jin'ao Island is the place of practice for saints. The natural scenery there is magnificent and majestic, with mountains, water and immortal air. Colorful immortal light illuminates the world, immortal cranes fly over immortal pines, immortal cypress and green pine flowers bloom, and colorful flowers color the eyes. Inside there is a golden palace standing on a high mountain, and on the door there is a green palace with golden characters. Outside there are mountains gathering like dragons, and in the mountains there are immortals sitting on cushions. If you want to say that the saints teach without distinction, just look at the various forms of the immortals in the mountains.