Supreme Violent Young Master

In the primordial era, of the six Saints, only Nuwa was a woman. Unlike the Golden Claw Island and the Hollow Jade Temple, the Nuwa Imperial Palace accepted many disciples, and Nuwa had no teachings on her Demon Clan. Thus, she seemed all the more lonely. Although he had an elder brother, Fuxi, he was now the Saint King of the Fire Cloud Cave and had gone out a lot less in the past.    

Not to mention that the Daofather had arranged for three marriages, and this one referred to Nuwa and Fuxi. Although they were nominally husband and wife, these two were still siblings. The two people who had just been married were merely the clones of Fuxi and Nuwa. Daofather Hong Jun had agreed to this as well. Thus, compared to Fuxi, Nuwa cared more about that little brother of hers, the little Golden Crow who had accompanied her within the Nuwa Imperial Palace for countless years.    

The Tenth Prince of the Golden Crow could be said to have been raised by Nuwa. Seeing him grow up from a naughty child to a graceful youth, this master-disciple relationship was something she would never forget. If not for his words, the Tenth Prince of the Golden Crow would never have reincarnated to the next stage to seek the Dao.    

Naturally, the reincarnation of the Tenth Prince of the Golden Crow was intermixed with a trace of a complicated and powerful relationship. As for the Master of Nuwa, what role did Daofather Hong Jun play exactly? Until now, Nuwa had yet to see it clearly. However, the only thing she cared about right now was the Tenth Prince's safety. She didn't want to think about anything else.    

She had been a saint for countless years. In her heart, only when she was with Little Ten could she disregard the dignity of a saint, ignore such dignity and dignity, and return to her true self. When she was happy, she would laugh, and when she was in pain, she would cry. The Nuwa in front of that child was the real Nuwa.    

Occasionally, he would be mischievous and tiptoe in front of the Tenth Prince's bed, using a brush to draw a pattern on his face. Afterwards, he would silently look at it and smile foolishly. Sometimes he would be silent as he sat on the chair with a pair of eyes that were so captivating that they were hollow. He would never find himself in trouble. He kept looking at himself with a smile.    

In front of the Tenth Prince of the Golden Crow Clan, she could also throw a tantrum, but whenever she was in a bad mood she would pout and shout at him. The Tenth Prince of the Golden Crow would always have a sunny smile and comforted her softly, "Big sister, what's wrong? Tell me!"    

Every time the Tenth Prince of the Golden Crow said something like that, a wave of gentleness would always appear in Nuwa's heart, and then she would smile. Nuwa seemed to have gotten used to the existence of the Tenth Prince of the Golden Crow. This boy, who was perhaps already a man, accompanied her. If she was happy, she would smile, but if she was unhappy, she would coax her to be happy.    

Nuwa couldn't even begin to imagine what she would be like once this little boy who had accompanied her for countless years left. Perhaps at that time, she would truly become a heartless saint and wouldn't have a true me. Because that's the truth. I only showed it to one person, and that person is already leaving.    

It was at this point that Nuwa cried. She cried in pain, in agony, because she now understood that the Saints themselves didn't matter. As a woman, no one doted on her and no one cared about her. So what if he only had boundless dignity and the status of a supreme saint? Without a responsible hand to live and grow old, even if it were ten thousand years of longevity, what meaning would there be? It was just a sorrowful memory.    

The weeping of the Nuwa Imperial Palace, the sighs of Jinao Island, the excitement of the Crescent Moon Cave, the speechlessness of the Flowing Light Palace, the tranquility of the Violet Firmament Palace. Above this Prehistoric Land, countless pairs of eyes stared fixedly at it as countless different voices started to emit their attitudes and feelings towards Chen Yuyang, instantly interweaving into a wave of praises.    

His silver hair was tied up into a bun and coiled around his head. His thin face did not have the slightest crease. He softly sighed and said, "The fire in the Eight Trigrams Furnace is immortal. How similar is the will of a human like mine?"    

This daddy can be said to be the Saint with the highest cultivation base, Hong Jun was already close to Hong Jun's level. This daddy once said that my left hand is a law while my right hand is an existence that contradicts and opposes others. The one who dares to break this law naturally has extraordinary strength and confidence. This is a power that the Yuanshi Heavenly Sovereign, who sat beside me, does not have.    

The Bodhisattva's face seemed incomparably benevolent, but there was a trace of dignity and solemnity in his eyes. He asked, "Senior Brother, is the little Golden Crow about to be harmed?" Pausing for a moment, he thought for a moment before shaking his head and said with a wry smile, "This is good as well. It's also good as well. After all, a situation where both Lich and Lich suffer losses!"    

I laughed silently and said, "The Dao gave birth to one, two gave birth to three, three gave birth to all living things. There must be a reason behind the existence of all things. With the destiny of junior apprentice-sister Nuwa, the Demon Clan naturally wouldn't go extinct. In this world, there is neither longevity nor longevity, so junior should understand this principle! "    

"Then Senior Martial Brother's meaning is ?" Yuanshi Tianzun asked in surprise.    

I silently shook my head and said, "Brother, it's meaningless. Everything depends on the number of days. Destiny has been set, life and death is natural. We are all people who have followed the will of the heavens and have no power to defy the heavens. Even teacher does not have the ability to defy the heavens and change fate. Therefore, everything depends on the number of days. It's still as I said, "Those who answer to the heavens will have to face the hardships of heaven!"    

Empyrean Yuanshi thoughtfully nodded. His eyes narrowed again as if he were in a trance.    

Daofather Hong Jun, a person who was at the peak of the pyramid in his Prehistoric Land, silently sighed. Naturally, not a single thread of the conversation he had heard within the Rise Palace entered his ears, and he only shook his head. The same purple Daoist Robe continued to hover around his body, giving rise to a wild aura.    

Only after a long time did he calm down and mutter to himself, "What is heaven-defying? [What does it mean to be Shuntian? My disciple has already understood the Dao, but it is still just a small path for him.] "The days are irreversible. Those who obey the Mandate of Heaven will mourn, those who resist the Mandate of Heaven will die." After saying that, he shook his head once again, "We are all lamentable people, lamentable people pull!"    

On Golden Ascension Island, a burst of immortal wind and heavenly music was playing. Within the Roaming Jade Temple, the great red robed Master of the Skypiercing Heavens Sect was the most carefree and amorous of the Three Purities. His black hair was spread out on his daoist robe, and his cold face was sharp. His eyebrows were sharp, and his nose was as if there was a phoenix hanging in the sky. His starry eyes were like sword beams.    

On the huge table in front of him, the four swords were split into two. This was the number one killing formation of the ancient era, the Divine Punisher Blade. Immortal Slaying, Immortal Slaying, Immortal-Immolation, Immortal-Slaughtering, continued to emit strange light. Tongtian's eyes were frivolous. The wine in the cup exuded a faint fragrance. His handsome face made him seem like an immortal that had transcended the mortal world.    

Continuously drinking the wine in his cup, Tongtian let out a cold snort and said, "What heaven defying thing? Shuntian was just bullsh * t! "Bullsh * t. It's better to just use the wine in my glass to our advantage!"    

The world of the Great Wastelands was enormous, so vast that it was indescribable. Here, there were ancient natives, Demon Clan, remaining Witch Clan, and all sorts of bizarre creatures. However, no matter what, those people were always the saints who took the heaven and earth as the game.    

Endless years, leisurely, fleeting, in this boring life, the saints took the heaven and earth as a chess game, all life as a pawn, the game is tepid. This was also the only joy between saints. As the saying went, one cannot stand the cold when high, and when one ascends high into the distance, they would be lonely and lonely.    

The heaven and earth are heartless, take all things as ruminants, the saints are heartless, and the people are ruminant dogs.    

Such a sentence was something that existed in ancient times. The only difference was that saints were ruthless, but they also had emotions. It was just that no one was able to see the amorous side of them. The tenth reincarnation of the Tenth Prince of the Golden Crow seemed to be because of a joke from Nuwa, but these Heavenly Dao Saints understood that this was not a joke, but rather the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao.    

If not for this, Nuwa would never have made such a joke. They could only say that everything was fate. There was no way to change it, nor could there be any way to change it. Therefore, everyone became silent as they watched the Tenth Prince of the Golden Crow, of the Mortal World, grow stronger and stronger.    

Chen Yuyang, who was trapped within the eighteen Heavenly God's Annihilation Formation, was unclear. At this moment, it was unknown just how many Saints and Heavenly Daos were looking at him, watching his struggles and fear from the sidelines. There wasn't the slightest expression on their faces, as if they were just looking at a slightly larger ant within the Mortal World.    

Inside the three star Crescent Moon Cave, the two disciples were sitting cross-legged in the cave. The water curtain in the cave was still there, and a burst of refreshing sounds could be heard. Lotus flowers bloomed everywhere as if an immortal had won a scenery, causing people to feel relaxed and happy. The Seven Treasures Tree in his hand continued to sway in the wind, as if it was a natural Dao technique.    

"On the Great Way of the Hong Jun, three thousand. Whoever wills the suffering of all shall enjoy the utmost happiness in the west! "    

After the gatha, there was a hint of a playful smile on his plump face. The Bodhi flower bloomed in his chubby palm, and the Bodhi flower fell. He looked like he wanted to say something, yet he smiled bitterly and shook his head at the Bodhi Flower in his palm. His eyes seemed to be saying, "I can't say this, I can't say this."    

A withered guide at the side also opened his eyes. A golden light flickered in his eyes as he chuckled and said, "Congratulations junior brother. Your cultivation has once again improved by quite a bit. Congratulations!"    

He smiled and said, "Same to you! Same to you!"    

As they spoke, the two became silent again. They could only hear the sound of flowing water in the immortal estate. As if he was listening to the profound magic of the upper echelons, after an unknown period of time, he continued, "Junior Brother, the cultivation of the Demon Emperor of the lower realms is already heaven-defying. The arts of heaven, the five elements are yin and yang, one third is yang, nine out of ten is anode, two to four is yin, and six out of ten is cathode.    

His teacher had once said that there were nine Saint Masters in the Heavenly Dao, meaning extremely. There were six Saint Masters in Hong Jun, also known as extreme. But now, his teacher had already become a Great Circle of the Heavenly Dao, and there didn't seem to be any more Saints. The three Saint Kings had also returned to their positions. Kong Xuan's cultivation base was only at the peak of the quasi-Saint realm, which was why it was extremely difficult for him to prove his dao. "The path is harder."    

Quasi nodded his head and said, "Senior, you speak of the Ji Realm. In this prehistoric era, the Divine Mother was the first, the Yuan Dynasty was the first, and we are disciples of the Ji Clan. We have been reincarnated with the Heavenly Dao for three lifetimes." "There is one more Saint. Although the Tenth Son is at the great perfection stage, the Sky Spill Great Dao is 49. The Heavenly Dao is still not complete, let alone a Saint!"    

"Righteous!" The number of saints like us cannot be increased any further. Once the Human Emperor becomes a sage, then the great wasteland will be in danger! " As the guide was speaking, his eyes turned cold as he shouted, "Nuwa, you dare to look down on the Dao of the Heavens? Witch Si Chen, even if you are extremely detestable!"