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Chapter 102 Falling from the Pangu Realm

What Fuxi did now is quite confusing. His mouth was very loud and his movements were fierce, but he had not completely overturned the situation, which means that everything could be saved.

This was strange. Jing Yang's heart moved slightly, and then he guessed Fuxi's thoughts.

"It seems that fellow Taoist Fuxi is unwilling to take such an extreme path."

Jing Yang breathed a sigh of relief, "Is it for the extreme pressure? Try to get enough benefits? Yes, since fellow Taoist Fuxi is stronger, of course he is not willing to follow our rules."

"The so-called extreme pressure is just a pressure at the moment, but if it is really not as good as you want, Fuxi may not be able to do something to destroy the prehistoric world. This is Fuxi's current intimidation against us."

"Although Fuxi will suffer a lot of losses in doing so, it depends on who he compares with. Relatively speaking, Zhulong and I will be much more miserable."

Jingyang felt quite depressed. If he was not as strong as others, he would feel frustrated. If he hadn't been able to beat Fuxi, why would Jingyang work so hard?

Although the situation was clearly set up, Fuxi fell into the trap, but he still had to worry about the consequences of the death.

No, the fish may not die, but the net will inevitably be broken.

"I joined forces with Zhulong to create such a situation. Isn't it ridiculous for fellow Taoist Fuxi to stop talking?"

Jing Yang did not want to retreat easily, but as soon as he finished speaking, an axe light slashed, rolling up thousands of huge waves, and the chaotic aura devoured all directions. The plants, trees, mountains and rocks were all turned into ashes, and all things disappeared, carrying the vast catastrophe energy of the heaven and earth, and carrying the vortex and thousands of ways, as if it was about to lead the prehistoric world to fall into the Dharma-Ending Age.

This made Jing Yang's heart twitch, "What a man, so cruel?" Once the catastrophe entangles and attracts thousands of ways to fall together, the final result is almost irreversible.

If Fuxi, the Pangu Taoist fruit, does not require external search, it will naturally be Pangu threatening the world, and the Taoist will conquer the future. If a thought moves, it can open up the earth, water, fire and wind.

But Fuxi's body has become a world of thousands of ways, and some things are irreversible unless the result is successful, or there is external force to borrow.

When the instinct of the prehistoric world follows Fuxi's will, there is no big difference between the two. Fuxi can destroy the sky and the earth at any time, flatten the mountains and seas, and all the worlds fall into a single place, and the law runs through ancient and modern times, and suppresses the world.

But what if the two broke up? What Fuxi wants to do is to turn the prehistoric world into chaos and reopen the world. Is that what the prehistoric world is happy to see?

Fuxi's great power was peeling off layer by layer, but a Taoist fruit shone with green light. It suddenly floated in the sky and earth, and the vast halo flowed down, turning into a waterfall, locking a powerful force. Oh, it would be difficult to reclaim the power that was borrowed.

Those who owe money are always the old man. When Fuxi refuses to admit his debts, the instinct of the prehistoric instinct is stunned.

There is a huge will, which is like a substance that has been transformed into a fog that has been filled with the long sky, and purple light surging, falling into a long river. From there, there is a terrifying aura that has brought Fuxi a huge pressure.

Loomingly, the two intimidate each other, Fuxi was not surprised by this, and still seemed very calm.

Even if the Emperor Huang wants to split up and not get along with Fuxi, it will take time and it will not be so easy to break the connection.

At least, it is necessary to wait until Fuxi's body falls and Pangu's great power disappears. In the evolution of time, the traces left by Fuxi will be wiped out bit by bit. Under normal circumstances, if Fuxi continues to increase his strength in this process, it will be even more disconnected, and it will be messy.

Just like Zhulong’s dream of interpreting the prehistoric world and experiencing many great reincarnations in the world, then Fuxi rose against the heavens and proved the truth strongly in that long time, and cut off all the shackles that Zhulong put into the prehistoric world. I don’t know how much time it took.

The sky and the earth are surging with black light, and the terrifying aura is like a huge fire that turns into a vast sky. It is an extremely terrifying vision that will completely overturn the entire prehistoric world.

There was also the sound of surging water, which spread slowly. As the crystal water splashes rose and fell, there was an unimaginable great power. It created a huge embankment, which cut off a vast ancient history in the long river of time.

It was an independent river, split by the divine light of Zhulong's great road. The body that turned into Zhulong was the meaning of Zhulong's existence in this world. It used the body as a bridge, crossing the sky and breaking the surging water in this small shallow pond.

The loud "rumbling" sound spread, which was the sound of the void of heaven and earth shattering. Fuxi's will penetrated through the vast world and suppressed the instincts of the prehistoric world.

There is only a Taoist fruit, with green light hanging like a waterfall, and the roar of Taoism, the catastrophe in the sky soaked in the flowing water of time, and painted the entire river as dark as ink at an astonishing speed.

Fuxi's recklessness made Jingyang Zhulong quite angry.

"Am I guessed wrong? It's not about extreme pressure, but about solving us once and for all?"

The great roads intertwined, and the most brilliant and immortal flames were almost burned. The many catastrophic auras were connected by the Dao light and mixed into one, tracing the roots and turning into chaotic air waves, impacting all directions.

Chaos represents disorder and chaos, which means completely overturning the order and rules, making the way unbalanced and the world collapse.

It was like a river of heaven pouring back, and the water was filled with light, turning thousands of miles of fertile soil into water, causing all living beings to die, and all plants and trees to wither. Even the ubiquitous spiritual energy of heaven and earth turned into gorgeous particles and dissipated with the wind.

"Where do you get the confidence?"

Jing Yang said to himself, "Have I misjudged anything?"

Jingyang was a little suspicious of his life. It was a great thing to integrate into the prehistoric world, which could allow Jingyang to break through the current shackles and take further strength.

But if the prehistoric world is destroyed, it will be a waste of time. Jing Yang will pay a lot of money for this.

Before this, Jing Yang was carrying all kinds of evil and evil spirits, and inheriting the cause and effect of countless sentient beings. Although this was a shackle and shackled Jing Yang, it also made Jing Yang successful. In fact, some things are difficult to explain clearly between gains and losses.

The prehistoric world is in shattering, and the catastrophe is surging like a huge wave, surging.

At the end, the world was filled with earth, water, fire and wind, and chaos flowed. There seemed to be nothing else outside of this.

The rolling black light gathered on the Buzhou Mountain. Jingyang looked around in a daze and saw that the world was vast, all beings were silent, and everything was empty, and his heart felt depressed.

"This is in line with your wishes? Fellow Taoist Fuxi, are you satisfied now?"

"It's not in line with your identity as a fellow Taoist Jingyang."

Fuxi chuckled, and a majestic will fell into the prehistoric world. Wherever he stood, a piece of divine land was derived, and there was also a divine light, intertwined and continuous. From there, an innate spiritual light seemed to be above the ten thousand paths, with halos and mists, flowing and rising and falling, a body of Dharma-like Taoism manifested.
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