The Development of Global Civilization: the Beginning is a Flood

　　If you get the Primordial Primordial, you are a saint.

　　The saint is Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

　　Or also known as the saint of heaven, the saint of Hunyuan.

　　The so-called saint is to rule the universe.

　　Enduring forever.

　　Stick with cause and effect without being stained.

　　Always be with God.

　　Live with the Tao.

　　A saint knows everything and is omnipotent.

　　Clear everything in the world.

　　Looking at the past, present and future.

　　Play time and space, birth and death, and reincarnation in the palm of your hand.

　　With a thought, the way of heaven changes.

　　It is the eternal existence under heaven!

　　There's even a sentence.

　　In the future, all living beings in the Great Desolation will know.

　　Under the saints, they are all ants!

　　Therefore, once the floods entered the "Saint Era".

　　That's different.

　　Even the whole "rules of the game" have changed.

　　Behind every incident, there is actually a shadow of a saint.

　　"Boom".

　　Lin Fei felt that the entire flood was shaking.

　　"what happened?"

　　Now the flood is very stable.

　　Only saints can shake the flood.

　　This is also the reason why, Hongjun stipulates, that the saints cannot come out of the world except for innumerable kalpas.

　　Once the saints fight.

　　That could shatter the entire flood.

　　But now, if it wasn't for the saint to take action, how could the flood be shaken?

　　"Ok?"

　　Lin Fei swept his thoughts away.

　　Immediately understood what was going on.

　　"Gonggong killed Buzhou Mountain in anger, but Buzhou Mountain was also knocked down. A big hole appeared in the sky, and the flood began to ravage the earth..."

　　Lin Fei saw Gonggong and Zhu Rong fighting, and finally broke Buzhou Mountain and died.

　　The twelve ancestor witches are thus incomplete.

　　It will never be possible to form a complete formation of the Twelve Capitals.

　　Even the summoned Pangu real body is not complete, nor is it the strongest.

　　"The contradiction between Gonggong and Zhurong, no matter how deep the accumulation is, how can it be possible to fight for life and death? Behind this, I am afraid that the sage's calculation is indispensable..."

　　Lin Fei sneered.

　　In fact, there is no need to get to the bottom of these things in Honghuang.

　　Just need to calculate.

　　Any major event must be calculated by a saint.

　　Otherwise, Gonggong and Zhurong would have woken up long ago.

　　And also led the Wu clan to become the overlord of the Great Desolation.

　　Why is there no accident early and late, but when the six saints of Heavenly Dao appeared, then an accident happened?

　　Nuwa was so keen on mending the sky.

　　Is it really unbearable for the living beings to suffer?

　　Maybe there is a reason for this.

　　But I'm afraid the implication is intriguing.

　　After all, Saint Nuwa is now a Saint of the Monster Race.

　　And the demon clan and the witch clan are the enemies of life and death.

　　Once the Twelve Ancestral Witches merged, they summoned the real body of Pangu.

　　It was a terrifying existence that even saints were unwilling to touch.

　　Therefore, the twelve ancestor witches are destined to be incomplete.

　　"Go and see."

　　Lin Fei's figure flashed.

　　We have already traveled to Buzhou Mountain.

　　At this moment, the sky above Buzhou Mountain.

　　A huge hole appeared.

　　That is the hole that appeared when Buzhou Mountain collapsed.

　　Buzhou Mountain, also known as Tianzhu.

　　Without Buzhou Mountain, the prehistoric world would be unstable.

　　Such a big hole.

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　　Flowing straight down from the inside, endless floods.

　　Floods galore.

　　The entire prehistoric land will become a piece of Wang Yang.

　　Continue on, and the flood will be completely destroyed.

　　Lin Fei rushed to Buzhou Mountain, but in the void, there were countless powers faintly.

　　Finally, six figures appeared.

　　saint!

　　Here are the six saints!

　　Such a big movement naturally alarmed the saint.

　　Saint Nuwa glanced at Buzhou Mountain and then at the hole in the sky.

　　Then he said coldly: "This hole cannot be allowed to continue to exist, otherwise, the prehistoric will be destroyed by the flood. In the future, the prehistoric world will re-close and return to chaos."

　　Once in chaos.

　　All living beings die except the saints.

　　Even Da Luo Jinxian.

　　can survive in chaos.

　　But it is actually very difficult to survive.

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　　Not to mention practice.

　　Moreover, Daozu would never allow such a thing to exist.

　　"Saint Nuwa, what are you going to do?"

　　Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun in the Sanqing slowly opened his mouth.

　　"Of course it is to mend the sky. I have the Qiankun Cauldron, which can be refined with multicolored stones. Who has multicolored stones?"

　　"this......"

　　"Let's find it."

　　When the other five saints looked at Saint Nuwa's gaze, they already understood in their hearts.

　　Each and every one of them did their best.

　　After all, behind Gonggong's death, the six heavenly saints calculated together.

　　No one wants the Twelve Ancestral Witch to be complete all the time.

　　That is a threat to saints.

　　"It is also necessary to cut off the mysterious turtle to replace Buzhou Mountain and support the world."

　　Saint Nuwa said again.

　　"Small thing, my sword can bring Xuan Turtle's body."

　　Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun waved his hand.

　　Suddenly, a dazzling sword light pierced the void in an instant, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

　　This sword glow, even though it only flickered slightly.