"If you still don't understand, just keep smelling my farts!"

In the courtyard where the Wuzhuangguan ginseng fruit tree takes root.

After the ginseng fruit tree spirit said this, he jumped on his feet and his whole body turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.

A group of blushing Wuzhuangguan disciples were left behind...

Qingfeng Mingyue, who was severely criticized, gritted her teeth and left the courtyard in silence.

As for the fate mentioned by Ginseng Fruit Tree Spirit.

They don't understand.

Something.

If you could understand, you would have understood it long ago.

After all, the time has not come yet, just like fate...

soon.

The Wuzhuang Temple, which was originally lively for less than half a moment, also suddenly became quiet.

The disciples under the fruit tree once again endured the humiliation, overcame the psychological discomfort, continued to smell the body fragrance of the ginseng fruit tree, crossed their legs and closed their eyes to practice...

.....

"well..."

Inner courtyard.

Zhen Yuanzi, who had been watching quietly, couldn't help but sigh.

No one knows.

What he lamented was the lack of understanding among these disciples.

I still lament the vulgarity of the ginseng fruit tree spirit.

Or sigh to yourself...

.....

Almost at the same time.

After watching the sky curtain.

Forces all over the prehistoric times are performing the same scene as Wuzhuang Temple.

The reason is very simple.

The canopy contains a lot of information.

Maybe all sentient beings in the wild can't understand it.

But there are powerful forces, large and small, that can establish a clan in the primitive world and survive for a long time.

There must be an ancestor or a powerful person behind them.

Ordinary monks and creatures cannot understand the message behind the farce of chaos.

But Ancestor... can understand these powerful people who are holding the heavens high!

The first layer that ordinary creatures see is:

The saint showed up and started fighting regardless of order for the first time.

The second level that a monk with some cultivation and understanding can see is:

Saint Laozi fell, Nuwa lost to Tongtian, and only Saint Yuanshi tied with Tongtian.

The third layer seen by those old monsters who have survived for countless years:

Everything started because of the human race.

His strength and strategy are truly astounding.

Not only did he plot to kill me, but he also suppressed Nuwa to death.

Facing the constraints of the three saints, he was able to draw a tie with the Yuanshi Saint.

More powerful ones saw the fourth level:

Why didn't the two most popular saints in the West show up? Taking advantage of the situation?

Everything is so scary to think about...

so.

It has nothing to do with ordinary beings and monks being unable to see through the true meaning of the farce of chaos.

It’s enough for the ancestors, powerful people, and people with great supernatural powers behind the ancient and large forces to understand.

All the real leaders at the top of all sentient beings know this.

This is a farce.

A lot of things will change.

For example, the backers behind the demon clan were suppressed.

And what about the human race?

The backer behind him can defeat three saints with one!

We all know this from this comparison.

No matter how weak the human race is now, with Tongtian's support, it will definitely become a great race in the future.

No matter how powerful the monster clan is now, without Nuwa as its backer, the tree will fall and the hozen will be scattered, and the wall will fall and everyone will push it away.

after all.

The demon race is not a race connected by blood.

Instead, it's like a mixed alliance.

The alliance is stable because it has a backbone.

As for the backbone of the demon clan, I don’t know where to hide to recuperate at this time...

so.

The mighty powers of all races and heavens, this time are really watching people play the game.

Even though they know that it will take some time for the human race to rise, they are already ready to invest.

Also at this moment.

Human race.

This extremely weak race was once ridiculed, looked down upon, and even regarded as a blood-eating race by all races.

For the first time, he appeared on the stage of the great powers of the ancient world and was taken seriously by the great powers of the heavens.

even so.

No great power can think of it.

Human race.

These two words.

How many races in the future will it make all races look up to...

.....

chaos.

Xiao Yi has no idea at all.

At this time, he was already famous.

All the tribes in the ancient world, whether male or female, old or young, women or children, all knew about him.

There are even some good people among all races who have begun secretly planning the ranking list.

Make Xiao Yi the number one among the younger generation.

Xiao Yi at this time.

Standing behind Tongtian, looking at Yuanshi Tianzun in front of him with a wary face.

The chaotic and collapsed space has now been repaired by the two saints Tongtian and Yuanshi.

Innate wind, space debris... and other chaotic forces of chaos are raging everywhere again.

The eyes of heaven quietly left.

Only four of their figures were left in the whole chaos.

The reason why Xiao Yi was on guard.

It was because Yuanshi Tianzun did not choose to leave after repairing the chaos, but instead slowly came to the three of them.
To be continued...