The power of time is really against the sky, and all of Kunpeng's attacks will be wiped out with one move. Before Kunpeng could react, he trapped Kunpeng.

"The power of the law." Kunpeng shouted in surprise. He wasn't sure, or he couldn't believe it, but he was sure that it was the power of the law.

"Your power of law has been introduced." How could Kunpeng not be surprised. Although the quasi-saints are qualified to cultivate the law, the number of quasi-saints who can really involve the law in the entire flood wilderness is less than the number of hands. He, as the oldest quasi-saint, has long felt the law, but it has always been difficult to get started.

The power of the law is really strong, and he can't even catch a move.

"Daoyou guessed well." Xiyue said.

"The poor are not wronged, and the Taoist friends are talented. Today, I can see the power of the law, and I have no regrets about the poor road. Can you tell me what this law is? Kunpeng asked.

"Don't you have the answer in your heart?" Xiyue said.

"It's time. I didn't expect that I Kunpeng would be able to see the law of time in my lifetime, no regrets, no regrets. Kunpeng laughed.

"Daoist friends are in the North Underworld, and the candle dragon is the neighbor, haven't you seen the law of time?" It's about the law of time, Xi Yue couldn't help but ask.

"Time, mysterious and unpredictable, known as the first law against the sky, is not so easy to understand. Poor Dao has seen the Dafa of Candle Dragon Daoyou, although it is mysterious, but it has not yet reached the level of the law. Kunpeng said.

"Daoist friends are talented, and they are also atmospheric luck, such anti-heaven laws can be mastered, if it can become holy one day, I am afraid that the ability will overwhelm the rest of the saints."

"Sanctification, why should Taoist friends be sarcastic and poor. If the holy path were so simple, how could there be only a few of them? Xiyue said.

This sentence really poked Kunpeng's sore spot, and the holy position should have been his. It's all because of the red cloud, which caused him to miss out on the holy position.

"Holy position, it's true that you can't get it if you cultivate enough." Kunpeng's voice was filled with loneliness and endless hatred.

"Fellow Daoist, now is not the time to talk about this, what Poor Dao needs is the Hetuluo Book." Xi Yue asked again.

"You and I are fighting, and it is no longer appropriate to involve these innocent creatures, and the poor Dao does not want to kill again."

Kunpeng said: "The poor road has nothing to say, if you want to kill it, you have to cut it, and you will listen to it." ”

Kunpeng is afraid of death, but he is even more afraid of living without face. Maybe he should have died when the Lich War was in the first place, and he had earned all these years.

"Daoist friends are really obsessed." Xi Yue said angrily. Thinking that he is a divine beast of the wilderness, reading that he is the object of the sages writing in the getaway, Xiyue gives opportunities again and again, but this is not the result.

"Then don't blame Poor Dao."

After Xi Yue finished speaking, she slapped Kunpeng with a palm. The huge palm print has a bright silver light, but it does not bring a trace of waves, it looks so gentle and elegant.

The palm print fell on Kunpeng's body, but there was no fragmented body as he imagined. This palm knocked out all the three flowers and five qi of Kunpeng, and also temporarily separated Kunpeng's primordial spirit and physical body a little.

The five colors and five qi are swirling around the three lotus flowers, and the power of water and wind shuttle between them, which is the power of Kunpeng's natural supernatural powers.

The three flowers are all twelve products, and the Dao base is deep, and it is rare to go through the flood and famine.

Xiyue touched her fingertips, and the fairy light flowed, and the first human flower opened.

Shenhua is scorching, fairy light is shining, and there is a kun and a peng in it, forming a yin and yang trend with each other, chasing and cruising. This is the real body of Kunpeng.

Then the second flower opens, and there are three areas on it. The combination of thunder and lightning represents the heavenly thunder ball, the place where the wind is howling, the heavenly wind and the feather fan, and the ice is the Demon Master Palace.

The ceiling bloomed, and there was a trace of the power of the law, which seemed to be condensed but not condensed, and bursts of mysterious power came from inside. It seems that chaos has just opened, and it is like the cold of the northern underworld, and Kunpeng is shaking. This is Kunpeng's journey.

Xi Yue's first reaction after seeing Sanhua was that Kunpeng was really poor, and he only had this little belongings.

In fact, it was really Xiyue who wronged Kunpeng, as a demon master, how could he be so downcast. It's just that when the Lich War started, many of his treasures were destroyed inside. And at the beginning of the war, he was also injured a lot, and some Dingxi have been used up one after another over the years.

Besides, with two top-grade innate spirit treasures, he is really not poor, not poor, not poor.

Xi Yue's second reaction was that there was no Hetu Luoshu. But it shouldn't be, if there is, it will be here. Kunpeng's entire nest is here, there's no reason why it shouldn't.

Xi Yue thought about it and searched for the whereabouts of the Tuluo Book of Qihe. She was taught by Di Jun, and there is a calculus method derived from the Hetuluo book, and naturally there is also a secret method to sense the Hetuluo book.

It's just that Xiyue still can't feel the whereabouts of Hetuluoshu. I didn't even notice a trace of the breath of Hetu Luoshu, could it be that this thing was really not in Kunpeng's hands.

Xiyue didn't believe it, and added the law of time to the tantric law, but the result was still no.

After thinking about it for a while, Xiyue withdrew the spell. Kunpeng instantly regained his senses, and his face turned pale. Xi Yue's move was a great humiliation, and it made him more uncomfortable than killing him.

"Hetu Luoshu really isn't on you?" Xiyue asked.

In fact, what Kunpeng said is true, and the Hetuluo book is really not in his hands. At the beginning, he saw that the lich was gone, and the demon clan suffered heavy casualties, so he withdrew the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he withdrew from the battle with his front foot, Di Jun died in the next second. His first thought was to put away the Hetuluo book, but before he could do it, the Hetuluo book disappeared.

At that time, many people thought that he had taken the Hetuluo book and bit him. That's where half of his injuries come from.

And Xi Yue didn't believe it just because she had lived in the human race for a long time, and she was used to seeing deceit, and she was used to seeing people's hearts. She ignored that this was the flood famine, and for the great gods of the flood famine, a word is not only reputation, but also their face and life.

"Hmph, Daoist friends humiliated Poor Dao so much, Poor Dao wrote it down. If you don't die today, you will be rewarded tomorrow. Kunpeng said through gritted teeth. He has never been so humiliated in hundreds of millions of years. Now that his Taoism has been seen thoroughly, what face does he still have to walk in the wilderness.

Xiyue was not afraid of Kunpeng's cruel words, when the strength was enough, all calculations were in vain.

"It's a poor faux pas." Xiyue said.

"Hmph, can you expose a word of rudeness from Daoyou, who is the poor Dao?" Kunpeng said angrily.

"This is also a grievance, if the Taoist friends were willing to explain the ins and outs well, there would not be such a misunderstanding." Xi Yue said, this is not to blame her.

"Heh, Daoyou still means poor Dao." Kunpeng laughed angrily.

"It's good that Daoyou knows. Poor Dao has been bothering for a long time, it's time to leave, and Poor Dao still needs to go to Hetuluo Book. After Xi Yue finished speaking, she disappeared, leaving Kunpeng with a stunned face.

"Xiyue, the poor road and you are incompatible." After a long time, a roar erupted from the depths of the Northern Underworld, accompanied by a monstrous wave, and even the billions of years of ice were reduced to debris.

After Xiyue left Beiming, she hurried back to the Wa Palace.

Nuwa was still sitting on the cloud bed.

"Sister." Xiyue screamed.

"My sister has made this trip." Nuwa said.

"My sister is polite. Hetu Luoshu is not in Kunpeng's hands, how should we go to Bajing Palace next? Xi Yue said directly.

Nuwa pondered for a while and said, "I expected this result for a long time. ”

"Sister?" Xi Yue glanced at Nuwa in surprise, and immediately knew why she was going to make this trip?

"Although I didn't participate in the events of that year, the Hetuluo Book is the first deduction treasure of the flood famine, and the saints may not covet it. Even if Kunpeng gets it, I'm afraid it won't be able to keep it. And for tens of thousands of years, the North has been calm. When Nuwa said that she coveted, she glanced in a certain direction.

Xi Yue thought about it, and it was true that with Kunpeng's situation, it was difficult to protect Hetuluoshu.

"That sister, where is this river Tuluo book?" Xiyue asked.

"It's impossible in the West. Neither will the one in the East China Sea. Kunlun is possible, the biggest is the Shoutongshan one. However, according to the current situation, it may be the one above who made the shot. Nuwa said. The name of the saint cannot be lightly mentioned, even when Nuwa talks about secrets, she is also evasive.

"What do you mean, sister?" Xiyue looked at Nuwa.

Nuwa nodded, "I asked my sister to go this time before, and I also wanted to confirm this guess." ”

"At the beginning, several of them were in the Wa Palace, if they made a secret move, even if they hid it from me, it would be impossible not to leave any trace to Kunpeng."

"My sister has a point." Xiyue was in a trance. Is history really history, whether it exists or not, history will continue according to the previous development.

What exactly is the so-called historical legend, and what is the endless time and space between the earth and here? Why is there a near-real historical legend of the flood there? Could it really be such a coincidence that Xihe came to the future, and when she came back, she went back to the past? What kind of existence is the earth?

Xiyue wanted to ask Nuwa, but she didn't dare, she had too many scruples, her own, and the peace of the blue planet.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Nuwa looked at Xiyue, who was a little distracted, and asked.

"Sister, did you say that everything has a fixed number?" Xi Yue asked thoughtlessly, she didn't know why she was asking this.

"The Heavenly Dao has its own arrangements, and as saints, there is only a limit to what we can change. Although it is a small trend, it also comes at a huge cost. "Just like her, she can't do it if she wants the demon clan to be defeated less miserably.

Xi Yue came back to her senses, "Sister, do we still need to get involved in this matter, or... ”

Nuwa said: "I'm also a little worried, it's about my brother, and I don't know what to do?" ”

Nuwa doesn't allow Fuxi to have a little accident here, but when it comes to heaven, she is also a little powerless.

"It's better to go to the Eight Views Palace as I said before, or go to the Zixiao Palace to ask. The great prosperity of the human race is the general trend of heaven, and my sister should ask questions. ”