Update time: 2012-12-20

Gods and monsters are playing the world, and the Five Elements are settled and the Emperor returns... This is the prophecy that An Bochen got from the mouth of the powerful man in the divine bell when he was in the Southern Wilderness. Why do people in this era know about it?

An Bochen hid in the crowd, looked up at the man in white who was slowly falling from the moon, his thoughts fluctuated.

At this moment, he vaguely realized that he had made a mistake in the future, but he had preconceived the prophecy of the powerful man named Liu'er into his age.

The other party is calculating the future of Donghai Bell, how could it be limited to a mere era?

"There is a furnace in the East Mountain to twist the universe, and the golden boy and jade girl are collected together. If I remember it well, this should be the second prophecy. I will not hide it like you. Today I will say it in front of the world." The man in white continued, his face was exposed in broad daylight and also appeared in front of An Bochen. It was An Bochen's extremely familiar face. The only difference is that the holy clan in front of him seemed more charming than the old friends of Dakuang.

"Wuhua is the reincarnation of this man. Zhang Bushi got two swords and inherited the will of the devil. This is probably what is hidden behind all this?"

For a moment, An Bochen was slightly confused. When he raised his eyes, he happened to meet Sima Jin's comforting gaze, and all kinds of feelings were silent. All of this, from the future to the present, is hidden behind history, and now only Sima Jin can share it with An Bochen.

"You must be very curious and puzzled, who am I, why do I appear, and why your leaders are so afraid of me."

The man in white who has become the most attention smiled slightly and said to the human monks in the sky and underground. His unscrupulous spirit seemed to be the organizer of this great Taoist Dharma Assembly.

In the square, on the ring, on the mountain, on the sky and clouds... Whether it is the immortals, whether it is the real person or the immortal, they are silent, staring at the man in white quietly, waiting for his next words.

Sure enough, the bloodline of the pseudo-demon or the holy clan is really unusual. Every move, he carries an unresistible charm in his words and deeds, and even ordinary true immortals are hard to resist. No wonder even though they are thousands of years apart, the natural bottomless pit of Dakuang still retains power far beyond his peers, and it makes all the three dynasties afraid of it.

Subconsciously looking at Sima Jin, An Bochen's eyes flashed.

It is also because Sima Jin's bloodline was diluted to a very small amount of it, otherwise she would have been seen through in public, or she would have been noticed by Xiaoqing's leader that day when she entered Nether Island.

After deliberately pausing for a long time, the man in white looked at the crowd with satisfaction and smiled: "My name is no big deal, but my identity is a bit unusual. Tens of years ago, in ancient times, there were saints who created the world. In the late ancient times, the saints were reincarnated and reincarnated in order to save sentient beings and entered the cycle of reincarnation. After I was a saint, we were all saints, and we were on behalf of the saints to make fortunes for the world, but were slandered by those who were blinded by the interests of you!"

While speaking, the man in white raised his arm and pointed to the purple light from far away to near.

Every time those lights approached, the faces of Fairy Xiaoqing and others became a little ugly.

After the saint...

An Bochen took a breath of air conditioning. He looked at Sima Jin, and Sima Jin also looked at him, with doubts on his eyebrows.

Sima Jin had already gained a lot from the Third Princess' Mansion of the Yin Dynasty. He often talked to An Bochen, which included the deeds of the saint being killed in the late ancient times. Now, after hearing the saints's words, it seems that there is still a hidden story in it.

As the word "saint" was released, the atmosphere of the presence began to loosen, and discussions began to rise and fall. The previous era was an era when saints were respected. For the monks of this era, saints were legendary legends, and their cultivation was still above the highest. If the person in front of him was really a descendant of the saint, why did he exude demonic energy and why would he become our enemy?

"Hmph, nonsense!"

Finally someone couldn't listen, but Gui Wuqi pulled up and punched the man in white with a simple punch.

"Oh."

The man in white didn't even look at Gui Wuqi. He lowered his head and smiled. His smile contained all the meaning he wanted to express, including ridicule, mockery, and pity.

The void shattered into the size of snowflakes, flew away and scattered. Gui Wuqi, a punch that could smash half of Dongzhou, actually pounced on the air.

He hit the man in white, and it seemed to hit the mirror and the moon. After a wave of waves, the man in white appeared again.

An uproar was everywhere.

"impossible."

Gui Wuqi stared at his fist in a daze, his face turned pale.

"He is not here." Wang Ziyue's voice sounded from afar. He looked into the far sky and shook his head with a wry smile: "The seal was so solid at the beginning, and it was specifically targeted at high-level fake demons. Even if the real immortal and the fake demons in the Xuanxian Realm could escape, they could not escape."

"Oh? Do you know me?" The man in white glanced at Wang Ziyue, but did not delve into it. He laughed and said, "Indeed, I am still sealing the world. This is just my reflection. But even if I don't take action, they alone can make you surrender."

The supreme, unpretentious past life was the supreme fake demon.

An Bochen was secretly surprised.

"There is still some time left, so I will explain what happened back then."

The man in white was able to stop him from thinking about the reflection.

"In this era, that is, in the era after the reincarnation of a saint, there are four prophecies, which are said to be described by the monkey who was in the ancient times, whose deduction skills were particularly above the saints. I have already said the first sentence before, as for the second sentence, there is a furnace in the east mountain to twist the universe, and the golden boy and saint collect it together."

Speaking of this, the man in white paused slightly, and a touch of coldness flashed between his eyebrows, as if he remembered something unpleasant.

"Ha. Tens of thousands of years ago, my holy clan inherited the will of his ancestors and created the will of the heavenly way and made many people who claim to be righteous, but made many people who claim to be righteous and blushed. They found the Qiankun Furnace and colluded with the demon cultivators to harm my holy clan. At that time, you were righteous and said that my holy clan was the only one who was injustice. Now, tens of thousands of years have passed, and you are fighting for your own life and death for your own benefit, and you must not make friends. Is this the Lord of the World you call?"

Every word of the man in white killed his heart. Many monks present blushed and lowered their heads in shame.

"No matter how much you say, it's useless."

At this time, the demon leader who had never spoken in the demon cloud spoke: "There is a furnace in the East Mountain to twist the universe, and the Golden Boy Saint is collected together. This time you instruct the fake demon to come, just to get the Qiankun Furnace and break your seal. Unfortunately, you need the Golden Boy Saint to get the Qiankun Furnace."

"I know that after you used the trick to harm my holy clan with the Qiankun Furnace, you have wiped out all the Golden Boy Saint and her descendants in order not to let the Qiankun Furnace be born. However, in the Dongsheng Realm for tens of thousands of years, my sister and I have studied the four prophecies day and night. Do you know what we have discovered?"

When the man in white spoke, he suddenly looked up at the sky. At this moment, a ray of lightning as thick as his arm fell from the sky and hit him. However, he was just a reflection. Even if it was not, he could swallow the thunder with his cultivation.

"I won't let me say it."

The man in white had a sarcastic look on his lips.

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(Tomorrow we will have a doomsday carnival, and we will be even more up when we come back)

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