The Universal Plugins For Online Game Chapter 980: The time has not come

"As a teacher, I want to build a world of bliss, so that all living beings in heaven and earth can rely on it. From now on, enjoy bliss, stay away from the world, do not stick to cause and effect, and be at ease!" The true meaning, in charge of the reincarnation of fate, in her hand, the purple bamboo stick, shaking gently, draws a beautiful arc.

Pictures appear in the air, and where the purple bamboo sticks cross, all kinds of brilliance shines, and each picture is different.

In a picture, it is an ancient and gloomy prison, and a creature is trapped in it, burning their souls with real fire, all kinds of mourning sounds, as if they can penetrate space , into their ears.

In a picture, several powerful creatures teamed up to set up a great formation, covering the heaven and earth, twisting the mystery of the sun and the moon, trapping a white-haired old man, the body of this old man was directly Through the hole, fresh blood flowed out of his heart, and it had a green brilliance. This is a creature that was transformed from Ganoderma lucidum, and every creature that transformed into a spirit can be easily swallowed if it can be swallowed. Increasing one's own cultivation base contains powerful power.

The old man's steps gradually staggered, his face was as pale as paper, and he could fall at any time. Behind him, four strong men shot without any scruples, and the powerful magic circle was directly urged. Blocked the old man's way to escape.

"Run the Five Elements Great Array, quickly kill him, take him to the Hui clan, and dedicate it to the young master. The young master will definitely be very happy, and he will be rewarded with great rewards. Several of our brothers can be considered to have made their mark. Opportunity!" A man with a scar on his face said loudly, and the idea of ​​​​killing filled the world.

The divine power of the four powerhouses runs through the sky, and there is even a quasi-sage dispatched to set up the realm with rules, trapping and killing all powerful enemies. If they are not holy, they will end up as ants, unable to compete with the power of the rules.

The shackles of the realm obliterate all the rules of heaven and earth around it. The old man's figure could no longer move forward, and his eyes showed a look of fear. After a pause, the figure was directly pierced by a few divine soldiers behind him, and there was no trace of it. 's vitality.

A huge Ganoderma lucidum floated in the air, blooming with multi-colored brilliance. The strong man who stood high in the air and turned his divine power directly reached out and grabbed the Ganoderma lucidum in his hand. The figure flashed and disappeared. In the air, the remaining four strong men looked at each other and turned back at the same time.

In a picture, the two forces are fighting to the death, blood is flowing, fighting for a mountain peak, fighting for a spiritual vein, no one chooses to retreat, even if their bodies are shattered, they are all dead in the battle , this kind of battle happens all the time in every corner of the prehistoric world.

The wind was calm and the clouds were calm, Lan Linger's eyes blinked, looking at the scenes, thoughtfully.

Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and use all things as dogs; saints are not benevolent, and use heaven and earth as a chessboard.

Every creature has its own destiny. If you want to break free from your own destiny, you must continue to fight and go against the road.

The real eagle is the one who fights the wind and the waves. The real tiger is the one who runs through the mountains and rivers and gathers in the mountains and forests. The will of heaven is like a knife. Only by dancing on the blade can you create your own brilliant future.

With the sword in hand, it is a great wish to open up a pure land and protect all living beings. The whole body of Zizhu is shining with divine brilliance, which cannot be desecrated.

Nine-colored divine rings appeared in the back of her head. Each halo was mysterious and solemn, and the purple air was steaming. This was a precursor to the birth of a saint.

"With my wish, there will be no conquest in the heaven and earth, all living beings will be happy, and they will have something to live on. They will open up a real pure land and shelter the suffering beings. Those who believe in me will have eternal life, and those who don't believe in me will also have eternal life!" The aura of the Great Dao was revealed, and the twenty-four-grade purple lotus pedestal beneath his feet was brilliant, as if connecting twenty-four small worlds, with immeasurable magical powers.

A chaotic bead appeared in front of her. As soon as it appeared, it frantically devoured the vitality of heaven and earth, nourishing itself with the vitality of heaven and earth, and endless vitality as nourishment. The mysterious chaotic beads, crazy Rotating, each rotation seems to draw a source from heaven and earth, and all kinds of heaven and earth rules are incorporated into it.

Zizhu looked at the beads in front of her indifferently, a shallow smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, the purple bamboo stick in her hand was gently thrown into the chaotic beads, as if torn Like chaos, it stirred up boundless stormy waves, the differentiation of yin and yang, the separation of turbidity and the turbidity, and the four images and gossips emerged in an instant, as if it was about to evolve into a real world.

"After all, the time has not yet come, the will of God is like this, we must obey it naturally!" Zizhu's eyes flashed a complicated look, and the regretful face flashed away, and when he reached out and grabbed it, the chaotic beads fell into her again. His hands returned to their plain appearance, and no trace of them could be seen again.

"Master, what does it mean that the time has not come?" Lan Linger's mind was silent, she woke up suddenly, and asked with some doubts.

At that moment, she even felt that as long as she took a step, her master could achieve the status of a saint on the spot and look down on all beings in the world from now on.

"The war has not ended, the human race has not yet been born. At this time, the position of a saint has been achieved, and there is boundless cause and effect. The human race has emerged, and the saint has appeared. Turning around, he explained in a soft voice that forcibly sanctifying before the time has come, will only bring endless karma to himself. Even if Zizhu is fearless, he must be careful of such karma and fall into his own disciples.

"When the human race was born, did the three talents of heaven, earth and human become consummated?" Lan Linger looked up at the sky and asked suspiciously.

"The ancients are strong, the overlord of the lich, after all, they hinder the operation of the world, the growth of life, and the evolution of the world. Unless they can have the power to reverse the world, destruction is almost their inevitable ending!" Zizhu said, the human race's Born, unstoppable, even with the strength of the dragon family, they dare not really dominate the world. If they want to follow the example of Zulong and achieve their own way, it is almost a dead end.

Looking into the distance, the tragic war has already overturned the entire Eastern Wasteland. The three-hundred-year war has continued. Whether it is the powerful ancient clan or the two lich clans, countless people have perished. 's tribe.

The killing formations seem to contain the power of destruction, tearing all obstacles to shreds, the tall mountains are pierced, the ancient rivers are evaporated, the stars are falling from the sky, leaving beautiful arcs, dyeing The **** armor has already dried up, and they are all fighting for their lives.

At every moment, there is hatred of the strong. It is a semi-sage in the realm of kings. On the battlefield, it is impossible to control everything. The ancient formations are enough to tear the king who dominates one side to pieces.

"Honghuang is crying!" Zizhu turned and left, behind her, Lan Linger was also a little dull, this tragic battle, three hundred years have passed like this.

Three hundred years passed in a flash, and the battles continued one after another. The flames of war pervaded the entire Eastern Wilderness. Every strong man was in precarious danger, paying dignified attention to this unprecedented battle.

Three hundred years is like a mirror. The lifespan of a mortal is only a hundred years. Even in the prehistoric world, the heaven and earth are full of spiritual energy. If ordinary creatures do not embark on the road of cultivation, after a thousand years, they will turn into a handful of loess and return to heaven and earth.

Cultivators, cultivating the Great Way of Heaven and Earth, taking their lives with the heavens, swallowing up the vitality of heaven and earth, and finally breaking the shackles of fate and creating their own mythology, this is a monk.

A monk in the realm of Earth Immortals has a very short lifespan. Only by improving his own cultivation step by step can he be able to enjoy the bliss of heaven and earth forever, and his lifespan is endless.

The realm of Daluo Jinxian has reached the limit of ordinary creatures. Only by comprehending the rules of heaven and earth, resisting the calamity of the quasi-sage, condensing the body of the quasi-sage, and opening up the realm, can we truly live with the heaven and the earth. The powerhouse of this realm will have a certain status in the prehistoric world.

In the past three hundred years, one after another, Da Luo Jinxian has fallen one after another. In the starry sky, **** stars have fallen, dyeing the earth red, and even the ocean beyond the earth is dyed a hint of red.

The stars are shaking, and every morning star is turning crazily. Even the sun in the sky is sometimes shaken. Above the Great Desolate Continent, you can faintly see that there are ten wheels in the starry sky. The image of the great sun stood up in the sky at the same time, sealed the sky and locked the earth, and mobilized the universe of Zhou Tian.

The blazing sun made the land of the prehistoric world gradually crack, and cracks appeared that were extremely rare throughout the ages.

On the continent of the Eastern Wilderness, the villages of the witch tribe were destroyed by the war. The flames of the war pervaded the land. The land was filled with smoke, the mountains and rivers were smashed, and the vitality of the heaven and the earth was exhausted.

The eastern wasteland with endless mountains and rivers, at this moment, there are only traces left of the war, and even stumps and broken arms, which can be seen everywhere. Whether it is the Wu clan or the five royal families in the Western Continent, they are all sacrificed. At a painful price, he killed 10,000 enemies and lost 8,000.

The shadow-like shadow clan assassinated a strong man of the witch clan. The sharp blades in their hands were stained with bright red blood, and they could no longer hide their deeds. The long hair fluttered, and a violent shout came from the air. The ancient Thunder Lord looked solemn, and with a shout, he mobilized the nine-day thunder to fall, and started a tragic battle with the five ancestors at the same time. Jiadu has been left with a few blood holes. The power of the ancestor witch can only be truly known by the real face.

Ancestor Wu, the ancestor of the Wu tribe, known as the Wu, standing on the top of the sky and standing on the ground, standing shoulder to shoulder in the middle, provoking the backbone of the Wu tribe, inheriting the blood of Pangu, showing the pride of Pangu, unrestrained and unrestrained, In battle, without fear of life and death.

The powerful Ancestral Witch seems to be using a tireless fighting machine. Even the Thunder Ancestor has mobilized the Sea of ​​Thunder to evolve the power of thunder in the heavens. Zu Wu's sharpness.

The five ancestral witches set up the innate five elements array. It seems simple, but it is in line with the origin of the heaven and the earth. , infinite power, into their bodies.

Ancestor Thunder has a calm expression, even if he is at a disadvantage, he does not change his demeanor. Every step he takes, he steps on the thunder, and every time he waves the staff of thunder, he turns into a thunder dragon, suppressing it. Eternal, killing Jiutian, staring coldly, even an unparalleled king will fall.

At this moment, the thunder ancestor showed, looking at the arrogance of the world, turning divine power, the sound of thunder is endless, surrounding the heavens, he is the king who dominates thunder, who is in charge of destruction, rewarding and punishing on behalf of the sky, like the messenger of heaven and earth, all living beings nightmare. With a flick of his finger, an innate source of thunder descended, piercing the space, isolating the eternal sky, and roaming the nine heavens.

The lightning flashes, and the five great ancestors are unparalleled in the world. Even if they are hit by the innate spiritual treasure, they only leave a trace. The ancestors are fully developed and traverse the wild world. Who can stop them?

The five great ancestral witches shouted at the same time, and spit out a mass of essence. The essence of the ancestral witch can create a great congenital sorcerer. The shining Great Mill, between turns, shatters the laws of heaven and earth, the sun and moon are covered by the sky, and the scene is terrifying.

Ancestor Thunder's eyes burst open, as if there were two nine-clawed thunder dragons dancing, his long hair covering his face, his armor shining brightly, stained with the blood of the ancestor witch, he took his life to the sky, he stood on the cloud with his feet, The sea of ​​thunder, dancing with both hands, formed countless seals, evoking the power of thunder.

"Shout!"

"Shout!"

"Shout!"

The nine Thunder Flood Dragons took shape in an instant, shining with the cold light of destruction. Between the Thunder ancestor's fingers, a mass of blood essence submerged into the Thunder Flood Dragon's body, absorbing the blood of the Thunder ancestor, and the nine flood dragons seemed to have truly recovered.

According to the rumors, the Thunder Clan once suppressed nine extremely powerful Jiaolongs, and even for this reason, they fought a battle with the Jiaolong King, which was earth-shattering.

Nine jet-black dragons, nurtured in the sea of ​​thunder for hundreds of millions of years, contain a wealth of thunder power, and even a piece of scale armor, the size of the mouth of a bowl, shines with the brilliance of thunder. Silent, passed down from generation to generation, every Flood Dragon is extremely tyrannical, even if the Thunder Ancestor personally shot, don't even think about destroying it with a single blow.

The nine dragons move in unison, their sound is majestic, full of majesty and domineering, and they meet the origin of the five elements. Power is endless.

A dragon claw is pressed down from the sky, the power of the **** is powerful, and the dragon energy is surging. The power of this claw can grab a star and collide with the five-element grinding disc in the air, and a five-element divine light flashes on the grinding disc. , so that this blow with the power to destroy the sky and destroy the earth is assigned to nothingness.

"Ow!"

A hissing sound came from the Jiaolong's mouth. The Jiaolong didn't seem to think that this ant could resist its own strength, and the nine Jiaolongs pressed against the five-element grinding disc together.

The power of the nine Flood Dragons, if the real Flood Dragon is revived, the Lord of Thunder, will have to retreat three times.

Even if it has fallen for an unknown number of years, the remaining wisp of the power of the Flood Dragon will deter the powerhouses of the heavens.

Jiaolong, Jiaolong, although it is a Jiaolong, it is also a kind of dragon family, that is, the dragon family, which is one of the most powerful creatures in the world.

Sighs came from the air, and the dragons danced their long claws together, urging the power of thunder together, and instantly crushed the grinding disc of the five elements.

The tyranny of the Flood Dragon was imprinted in their minds, even engraved on their souls, and could never be erased.

Dragon is the most powerful existence in the world. Ancestral dragon is one of the few in the world. The powerhouse in the realm of heaven and earth has condensed his own way and tempered his own way of heaven. It opened up a world that belongs to its own, and let the majesty of the dragon race spread throughout the prehistoric world, and no one dared to disrespect.

I have never seen a strong person of the dragon race. At this moment, I was also shocked by the nine dragons. At the same time, an idea emerged in their hearts:

The dragon is still like this, but what about the dragon? What about Tianlong? What about Zulong?