Nuwa made a stand that something was wrong. Taishang and Yuanshi were both old birds in the prehistoric world. Nuwa had already achieved Hunyuan, but was willing to stand behind Chen Mo. This was the act of letting go of all her status. Even if they were masters of the same level or even higher powerhouses, they would not let go of their figure like this.￥f,.

Just when Taishang and Yuanshi were surprised, three people flew into the human race. One of these three people was the general manager of the garment industry, the other was the general manager of the real estate of the three clans, and the last one was the president of the catering industry, Suiren.

Chen Mo asked these three people to lead the prehistoric race to manage clothing, real estate and food. Nowadays, these companies under the three-horse alliance are thriving. Although most of the powerful men in the prehistoric world can refine armor, the style of clothes seems extremely simple. The Ziyi Clothing Company is a design and construction of various armor-type clothing armor for the prehistoric men and women, which can be regarded as a major financial source of the alliance;

There are also various house designs of Youchao family, including countless formations arranged in it. People living in the city like residences that are not visited, so the real estate industry is also very popular.

Finally, Suiren's catering industry has completely improved the taste of practitioners. Practitioners who have always eaten when they are cooked and even rarely eat, under the guidance of the Alliance catering industry, are now very fond of various fine wines and delicacies.

This time, the three of them rushed over because they sensed that the human race would be perfected. When they arrived in front of Chen Mo, they half-kneeled and said:

"Ziyi, Youchao, and Suiren have met the Holy King and the Holy Queen. May the Holy Queen Mother and the Holy Queen Mother and I wish you good health and good luck to the Queen Mother and the Queen Mother."

"Get up, this time the lich human race is all settled. The twelve venerables are ready to unify the prehistoric world. There will be no turmoil for at least 100 billion years. You can develop well." Chen Mo said with a smile.

The Supreme Lord and Yuanshi glanced at Nuwa. When they heard the names of these three human races, they looked a little despised. They thought that Nuwa had any special relationship with Chen Mo, but they never thought that the Saint King and the Saint Queen were not couples, they were just human race names.

Because of Chen Mo's guidance, the cause and effect that Nuwa bears is this, and she cannot explain all this, so the three tribes in later generations set up holy images for them, and they all regarded them as husband and wife. But in fact, even when Chen Mo arrived at Hongmeng, he had no special relationship with Nuwa.

Chen Mo directly announced that the three tribes alliance would unify the prehistoric world. Taishang and Yuanshi, who originally planned to collect luck, were shocked. If the three tribes unified the prehistoric world, where would they find luck? Tai's skin twitched to Chen Mo and bowed and said:

"Fellow Daoist Holy King, Taishang and Yuanshi both felt that the opportunity was here, but they found that the opportunity had been lost. I hope the fellow Daoist will give me some advice."

Chen Mo has already cut off the retreat of the Tiandao Zi Ling for the three tribes. Now the power of the three tribes is getting bigger and bigger, and there is no one who can compete with the prehistoric world. Even if Hongjun and the saints under his sect take action, Chen Mo will not worry that they can't deal with it. What's more, the Styx and Tongtian are standing on his side now. Nuwa, because the three tribes must protect them, whoever deals with the three tribes is to be an enemy of her, which is far beyond the expectation of Tiandao Zi Ling.

Originally, Zi Ling wanted to obtain most of the luck in the prehistoric world with Hongjun's teachings, but until now she got the luck not one-tenth of the luck in the prehistoric world. This was because the Styx Tongtian Nuwa and others accepted part of the Hongjun's inheritance. If it weren't for that, Zi Ling wouldn't have to think about getting luck in the present.

However, the fortune of the prehistoric world is very great, even one-tenth of which is far stronger than a small world, and its help to Zi Ling is extremely considerable.

Taishang and Yuanshi should have achieved a breakthrough in the establishment of religions in the human race. Now the human race has been perfected. The preachers are mainly focused on heaven, earth and all things, and will never use one person, one way and one mind to determine the future. Only Chen Mo, a person who secretly arranged everything, can get most of the luck.

If the Supreme One wants to become a saint, he has to ask Chen Mo, but Yuanshi has always regarded himself as a top figure in the prehistoric world. Chen Mo, a powerful but unknown person, has no meaning to him. He stepped forward to block the Supreme One and smiled:

"Why should brother ask for help? Let's go to Chaos and ask for a teacher again. He will definitely have a way to become a saint. Let's go and talk about it again and again."

The opportunity for the Supreme Master was blocked would disappear. Chen Mo had wanted the Supreme Master to protect the three clans before, so that no one could threaten the descendants of the three clans. Since Yuanshi thought there was another method, Chen Mo smiled and said to Nuwa:

"Whoever is sanctified in the West."

The Supreme Master and Yuanshi both understood who Chen Mo was talking about, that was the Guizhi who became a demon after being thrown into the West by Chen Mo. The two looked up at the West and saw black clouds soaring into the sky above the extreme west. A pitch-blessing pestle stood up high in the sky, but the sound of Guizhi was thundering throughout the world and shouting:

"Heaven and earth are divided into two parts, things have yin and yang, and people have good and evil. Now I become a demon and use the demon sect to stabilize the Western world. Now I use the God of Pestle to suppress the demon sect. Anyone who enters the demon, whether the Lich human race or the strange beast, can enter my demon sect. The Tao will eliminate the demon and rise, and will not hesitate to live in life."

Chen Mo's fingers surrounded him, and his eyes looked at the top of Buzhou Mountain with a circle. Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation rushed towards the Western world with a bang, and Chen Mo opened his mouth and shouted angrily:

"The devil is one foot taller than the road is one foot taller than the guide. The Demon Cult will live forever in the demon world. When it comes out of the world, it will be destroyed and will never be rampant."

Chen Mo attracted a blow to heaven and earth, and the land of tens of billions of miles west were directly bombarded and torn apart by this huge force. As a huge crack appeared for a billion miles, the torn land and a black sea water were all wrapped up into the crack.

At this moment, a black air in the world rushed into the body of Guizhi. His aura broke through the saint, and the blessing pestle in his hand turned into an endless huge force and hit Buzhou Mountain.

"Recruiting death."

Twelve huge roars as thunderous as roars came from the top of Buzhou Mountain, and then twelve billion-foot giants surrounded Buzhou Mountain, and a chaotic light hit the blessing pestle.

"Crack, click."

Twelve witch ancestors who had been in Hunyuan for 20 million years joined forces to attack, and even Hongjun did not dare to provoke them. The light of chaos instantly turned the blessing pestle that suppressed the foundation of the demon clan into ashes, and the contact that blocked the place where the demon clan was sucked into ashes was directly turned into ashes.

He was brave enough to try to break up Buzhou Shan and take revenge on Chen Mo. However, he knew that his body, which had been practicing for billions of years, had turned into ashes under this blow.

A black air rushed in before the crack, and the sound of the guide screamed from the crack:

“I’ll be back.”

"Are you back? It just so that all the tribes of the prehistoric world know that there is another demon race that is a threat, otherwise they will live a stable life and be careful to find trouble if they have nothing to do." Chen Mo narrowed his eyes and looked at the cracks and swallowed tens of billions of miles and whispered. (To be continued.) Mobile users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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