Chapter 3703 My Grandson, Come to Visit! (Superior)

Lin Hai knew that Sun Wukong would come, so he wasn't too worried.

He didn't believe that there was someone in heaven who dared not give Brother Hou face.

Simply, Lin Hai lay on the ground, crossed his legs, and hummed a tune.

"Flowers bloom and fall, flowers bloom and fall,

The long years, the long river.

A myth is just like a wave;

A myth is just a teardrop;

There is you in gatherings and separations, and I am present in gatherings and separations.

You and I are in a hurry, both passers-by. "

Unknowingly, Lin Hai used the singing method of Yuegong Xianyin.

The song was elegant and melodious, echoing over Lord Doumu Yuan's palace.

Doumu Yuanjun suddenly opened his eyes, glanced at Lin Hai in surprise, and said suddenly.

"What song did you sing?"

"It actually has a magical, ethereal and intoxicating feeling."

"It reminds me of the ancient times."

Lin Hai shook Erlang's legs, glanced sideways at Dou Mu Yuanjun, and said lazily.

"It sounds nice. This song is called The Legend of God."

"I made it because I felt the battle to become a god."

"That battle was earth-shattering and shocked the past and the present."

"How many immortals and demons have fallen, how many heroes have died in battle."

“In the end, only the elegance of God and the legend of God remain.”

Lin Hai looked deeply, sighed, and shamelessly said that this later song was his own creation.

When Lord Doumu Yuan heard this, he lost his mind for a while and murmured with all his thoughts.

"The Battle of the Gods is a calamity, but it is not tragic enough."

"Compared with Kaitian Measuring Tribulation, it is not worth mentioning at all."

When Lin Hai heard this, his eyes flashed and he asked tentatively.

"Is it more tragic to open the sky to measure the calamity?"

Doumu Yuanjun's expression suddenly changed, showing a trace of sternness and hatred.

"It's more than tragic!"

"Pangu opened the sky, and the three thousand gods and demons all died and turned into three thousand avenues."

"Only three of them got away with it."

Although Lin Hai had heard the story of the creation of the world a long time ago, but now that he heard it from Yuanjun Doumu, his heart beat wildly.

It was as if he saw a cruel scene of a sharp ax killing all three thousand gods and demons in the chaos.

"Dare I ask, who are these three people?" Lin Hai took a deep breath and asked.

"Dao Ancestor Hongjun, Demon Ancestor Luohu, Great Immortal Yang Mei!" Lord Doumu Yuan said coldly.

"Then, where are these three people now?" Lin Hai continued to ask.

Uh-huh!

As soon as he finished speaking, Lord Doumu Yuan's eyes, as sharp as a knife, fell on Lin Hai's face.

Then, he gritted his teeth and said.

"Dao Ancestor Hongjun was recognized by Heaven and became the first of the Seven Saints!"

"Why should he, why should he!!!"

boom!

A surge of overwhelming hatred suddenly bloomed from Doumu Yuanjun's body.

In the main hall, it was like a tsunami suddenly occurred, strong winds blew, the air shattered, and the ground shook.

Lin Hai's pupils shrank and his expression changed in horror.

What a terrible smell, such strong hatred!

Of course, what shocked Lin Hai the most was that Dou Mu Yuanjun was so bold and dared to disrespect Hongjun.

Isn't this because you are looking for death because you want to live longer?

"Do you think Hongjun is not worthy of being a saint?" Lin Hai took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice.

"Of course he doesn't deserve it!" Doumu Yuanjun shouted, with a hint of sharpness in his voice.

"In terms of cultivation, he is not as good as Demon Ancestor Rahu."

"In terms of virtue, he is not as good as Yangmei Immortal."

"But why is he the one who is sanctified?"

"Why!"

When Lin Hai saw this, he curled up his lips and said with a sneer on his face.

"It's in vain that you have a high level of cultivation, but you are so stupid that you can't even understand such a simple truth." "Why? Hahaha!"