Ask the ancestors to make decisions for the Eagle Clan

Chapter 760
What insights!

This is why Pangu Cannian took Mo Lin to repeat the chaotic scene.

Regarding Pan Gu's question, after thinking about it, Mo Lin replied respectfully: "Master, there is no strength that cannot be broken, the real secret of the law of strength lies in faith.

It lies in one obsession!
Three thousand roads, the law of strength, ranked first.

It's because whether it's Hongjun's way of good fortune, the destructive power of Taoist Destroyer, the life law of Taoist Lingmu, etc., these laws are not as pure as the law of strength!

In other words, I am power!
In front of me, nothing is invincible!
The world can be opened with strength!

Space can be broken by force!

Destruction is unstoppable!

In the face of absolute power, any creation, any space, any time is illusory.

If the strength of the broken starry sky is not broken, then continue to stack.

If the strength of tearing the galaxy is not broken, then continue to stack.

If the strength to crack the sky is not broken, then continue to stack.

Superimposed to open the world with force!

Superimposed to Weilizheng Avenue!

Superimposed until there is nothing that cannot be broken by force! "

This was Mo Lin's perception when he saw Pangu fighting against the Demon God.

Every time Pangu makes a shot, is there any fancy?

No!

Only strength, strong power!

The power is multiplied after each superposition!
Pangu smiled in relief.

Reach out.

gentle.

Touch your head!

Pan Gu's remnant real body, hearing Mo Lin's answer, stretched out his hand, gently touched his head.

spoil!

At this moment, this ancient god who proved the Dao with his strength and opened the world alone, the ancestor of the Wu clan is tender.

Mo Lin's eye sockets turned red instantly!

"Master. Disciple, what should disciples do to revive Master."

Merlin's instinctive reaction.

Pangu shook his head.

Stretching out his hand to touch Mo Lin's head again, he responded softly: "There is nothing in the world that cannot be broken by powerful forces, except the fallen Dao Fruit!"

"Master."

Merlin felt like crying.

Pangu shook his head with a smile and said: "I prove the Dao, open up the world, and cast the flood, even if it falls, it is enough!"

Pan Gu reached out to touch Mo Lin's head again, and said with a smile: "Besides, when I fall, there is such a successor as you, even though I fall, I have no regrets!"

Looking at Mo Lin's sad and red eyes, Pan Gu said with a smile: "Before my remnants disappear, let's do one last thing for my apprentice!"

"do not want!"

Merlin is in a hurry!

Mo Lin wanted to cry anxiously and said, "I don't want it!"

"You are the inheritor of my Dao and Fruit, and my Dao lineage will never disappear. I will watch you lead the Wu Clan to rule the prehistoric world. The world is led by witches. Disciple, I believe you can do it!"

After Pan Gu's words fell, he opened his mouth softly: "The origin of strength!"

"No!"

Merlin let out a tearing roar.

But Pangu's remnants have dissipated
The last thing Pan Gu did for Mo Lin was a colorless and invisible spot of light in front of Mo Lin, like a point of light piercing the sky with his fingertips.

This is the source of power!
It is the law of strength that has been cultivated to the extreme, and just a fingertip can break the sky.

It is Pangu's power to determine the superposition of ninety-nine and 81 layers, condensing the final strength:

Break the sky with one finger!
Powerless not to urge!

Mo Lin understood.

"Master, let's go!"

Merlin,

kneel!
Close your eyes, condense the chaotic scene from Pangu, and close your eyes to feel it in Molin. In a panic, 4000 years have passed.

Pangu Temple.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were still sitting around, waiting for Mo Lin.

Among them, Xuan Ming couldn't help but glance at Hou Tu.

Indifferent!

For these ancestor witches, 4000 years is just the blink of an eye.

But four years ago it was extraordinary!

What Houtu missed was the holy seat!
But what Xuanming saw at this time was Houtu's indifference.

The other ancestral witches also looked at Houtu from time to time.

At this moment, how could Houtu not feel the eyes of his elder brother and sister looking at him.

I'm worrying about the descendants!
Because among the ancestral witches, Houtu, who came out and snatched the holy position, once he missed it, he would never be destined for life!

But Houtu is waiting.

If Mo Lin doesn't come out, she won't move in this life!

at the same time.

Zixiao Palace.

It has been 4000 years since Hongjun preached this time.

The sermon is also coming to an end.

This time, Di Jun and others did not come to the sermon.

Among the powerful monsters, there are only Fuxi and Nuwa.

Sanqing is still the first three futons.

Nuwa sat on a futon.

Zhunti sat down on a futon.

Of the six futons, one was always empty.

Because it was Mo Lin's futon, the futon that Mo Lin gave to Houtu.

For them, 4000 years is also the blink of an eye.

But in 4000 years, no one dared to sit on this empty futon.

Jieyin didn't listen to a single word of Hongjun's sermon this time.

His mind was on the futon all the time.

From the moment I came to Zixiao Palace, from when Hongjun began to preach, from when the futon was always empty, the leading eyes have always been on the futon.

He wants to sit down!

But dare not!
Because the lesson Mo Lin taught him last time was too profound!

But the receptionist really wanted to sit down.

4000 years have passed, and Molin and Houtu have not come yet.

Jieyin was wondering if Mo Lin had fallen.

It's another matter to think about it, but to sit down.

Those who want to sit down are more than just being greeted.

Patriarch Styx also arrived.

His eyes were also on the vacated futon.

It was not Mo Lin that Patriarch Ming He was afraid of.

It was Hongjun who said in his first sermon that the position of the seat will not change!

What Ancestor Styx was afraid of was Hongjun's majesty as a saint!
Just like that, Patriarch Styx and Jieyin stared at the futon in the sky with fiery eyes.

Years go by.

Another thousand years in the blink of an eye.

5000 years are fleeting!
Hongjun's sermon is over this time.

After the sermon was over, Hongjun glanced at the empty futon seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Two brilliance.

Styx takes his seat.

at the same time.

"Buzz!"

There was a buzzing sound from the Pangu Palace, and Mo Lin finally appeared!

The Twelve Patriarchal Witch stood up and looked at Mo Lin immediately.

Hou Tu looked at Mo Lin and exclaimed in disbelief: "You, quasi-sage?"

In the same way, Gou Mang got up, Di Jiang got up, Zhu Rong got up, Gong Gong got up. The twelve ancestral witches all got up
Zhu Jiuyin was the first to kneel down and said in a respectful voice, "Welcome the ancestor Wu!"

(End of this chapter)