Prehistoric: Reborn as a tortoise, with understanding that defies heaven

Pangu descended, and all living things trembled.

In the face of Pangu's tyrannical aura, the entire prehistoric world actually wanted to return to chaos.

"Is the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Array so strong?"

Gui Xuan was watching the battle below in the void, feeling incredible.

The phantom of Pangu summoned by the twelve ancestor witches actually made him feel a palpitation.

This situation can only mean that the summoned phantom of Pangu has surpassed the level of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian and reached another realm.

"No wonder the six saints want to kill the twelve ancestor witches. This is simply a sword suspended above their heads."

At this time, Hongyun and Nuwa also appeared in the void, looking at Pangu's figure in the void with serious eyes.

Obviously, they also sensed the danger in their hearts.

"Kill!!"

The twelve ancestor witches shouted together, shaking the billions of feet of array flags in their hands.

In the incredible eyes of the prehistoric spirits, the phantom of Pangu, holding the sky-covering giant axe, chopped at the demon clan.

Wherever he passed, space collapsed, the earth, water, wind and fire reappeared, and the endless world was destroyed.

The power of the Zhoutian stars was chopped off, and the prehistoric starry sky was eclipsed.

Donghuang Taiyi's face changed wildly, and the Donghuang Bell on his head emitted endless precious light, trying to stabilize the prehistoric time and space.

But he was not a match for Pangu's phantom at all.

Before the giant axe came to him, he was shocked by the momentum emitted by the axe light, and the flames of the three-legged golden crow's true body were shattered, and streams of hot golden blood scattered on the ground.

Di Jun was even more unbearable. As the primary target of attack, his whole body was already full of cracks and his breath was weak.

The innate spiritual treasure Hetu Luoshu, the precious light was dim, and it was obviously severely damaged.

I don't know when Xihuang appeared on the battlefield, and the yin and yang energies flowed all over his body.

The power of the law condensed into a formation in the void to resist the attack for the monsters of the monster clan.

"Monster clan! Retreat!!"

The voice of Fuxi was shrill and spread throughout the prehistoric land.

At this time, the demons who had been shocked for a long time finally reacted and quickly left the battlefield.

But it was not that easy. A large number of demons turned into ashes, which were crushed by the power of earth, water, wind and fire, and finally dissipated.

In the void.

Looking at the gradually broken prehistoric space, Hongyun felt compassion, "All living beings are suffering..."

After saying this, the Buddha's light shone on his body, and the infinite Buddha's light dissipated the evil spirit in the air.

One by one, the demons and witches were quickly transferred out of the battlefield in his Buddha's light, and the prehistoric creatures in the nearby area were also transferred to the East China Sea area and blessed by the Buddha's light.

Nuwa then took action, Di Jun and Taiyi were pulled out, Fuxi's Taoist robe was torn, and he appeared beside Nuwa unconscious.

Nuwa frowned slightly and finally sighed.

The golden light on his body was diffused, and a stream of good fortune appeared, quickly repairing the collapsed void of the prehistoric world.

The two saints took action, and the broken prehistoric space was quickly repaired, but the attack of Pangu's phantom was less than half at this time.

If the attack is completely carried out, the endless area will be destroyed in an instant, which is more serious than the battle between Taoism and Demonism, when the demon Luohou destroyed the western earth veins.

In the chaos, Hongjun felt a warning.

The Heavenly Dao warned that the prehistoric world was about to be destroyed.

Sitting in Zixiao Palace to comprehend the Taoism, Hongjun suddenly opened his eyes with a gloomy look.

"Too much!"

The power of the Heavenly Dao appeared instantly, and in a flash, Hongjun came to the prehistoric world.

"Stop!"

The furious voice appeared in the prehistoric world, and countless creatures were shocked, looking at the huge face revealed in the prehistoric void.

But what made the prehistoric creatures feel strange was that they didn't know if it was an illusion, but they actually saw a little embarrassment in the huge eyes of Hongjun Daozu.

In fact, Hongjun was really embarrassed at this time.

Not for anything else, because the moment he said "stop", Guixuan had already made a move.

The power of thousands of laws condensed, the twelve laws of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, rain, thunder, lightning, time, and space, condensed in the void.

A Pangu axe exactly the same as the one in Pangu's hand appeared in the void.

It collided with Pangu's phantom.

Boom!

The prehistoric world shook.

The broken space that had not been completely repaired by the two saints collapsed again.

But Gui Xuan's voice teased, "Old boy, did you tell me to stop? Then I won't care."

As soon as these words came out, countless prehistoric creatures almost collapsed to the ground.

"Please have mercy on Gui Xuan Daozu!!"

Resisting the fear in their hearts, the prehistoric creatures looked up to the sky and shouted.

As the creatures shouted, huge forces of luck appeared on Yang Gui.

Yang Gui's whole body was surging with momentum, and the power of luck flowed in the Pangu axe he condensed, and his power increased greatly.

Click!

A crisp sound appeared.

The phantom of Pangu summoned by the Twelve Ancestral Witches began to collapse under Gui Xuan's attack.

It eventually dissipated into nothingness.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches appeared in it, their auras declining and their faces pale.

Looking at Gui Xuan in front of him, Di Jiang said, "Thank you Daozu Gui Xuan for holding back!"

Gui Xuan pointed his finger and fixed the surrounding earth, water, wind and fire. The broken space was reorganized and calmed down again.

Then he looked at the twelve witch ancestors and said slowly, "Don't act rashly with unfamiliar forces, otherwise the consequences will be immeasurable."

As his words appeared, a huge karma fell on the witch and lich races.

This battle severely damaged the prehistoric land and countless lives perished.

The cause and effect here can only be borne by the witch and lich races.

After saying that, ignoring Hongjun's embarrassed look in the void, Gui Xuan disappeared in the witch and lich battlefield.

"Farewell Daozu Gui Xuan!!"

Gui Xuan disappeared, and the prehistoric creatures bowed to him.

The thought of surviving a catastrophe appeared in their hearts.

In the void, Hongjun felt more and more wrong in his heart.

These prehistoric creatures don't worship me!

"The six saints of this Xuanmen have not all come out. Once they all come out, all the living beings in the prehistoric world will be in it. This seat is not in a hurry!"

After a while of self-discipline, Hongjun looked at the broken battlefield of witches and liches angrily.

A cold voice appeared in the prehistoric land.

"The fight between the demons and witches destroyed the prehistoric land. No more fighting within 10,000 yuan. All comb the prehistoric starry sky and repair the prehistoric earth veins!"

"Demons control the sky, and witches control the earth!"

"If a war is launched here again, the punishment from the heaven will fall, and you will bear it alone!"

Boom!

The momentum of the heaven permeated the witches and liches.

This is the punishment of the heaven on the witches and liches.

"Follow the order of Hongjun Daozu!"

Under the heaven, the witches and liches can only bow their heads.

Satisfied with this scene, Hongjun left with satisfaction.

The twelve witch ancestors looked at the hundreds of millions of witches, more than half of whom were killed or injured in this battle, and they were angry.

Zhu Rong's face was cold, and flames rose in his eyes, "We will never forget this hatred!!"

The death of so many tribesmen was unacceptable to the Wu Clan, which had difficulty in nurturing.

Except for Hou Tu, all the twelve ancestors of the Wu Clan looked at the heaven in the void with hatred.

Hou Tu felt helpless. Although she was very sad about the death of her tribesmen, she felt a sense of urgency when she thought of the future of the Wu Clan.

"The Wu Clan must save itself!"

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The war between the witches and the demons shocked the prehistoric world.

Countless prehistoric creatures had not completely recovered until long after the war.

They were still immersed in the previous tragic war.

The result of this war was also obvious.

The prehistoric creatures began to have an urgent crisis for their own safety.

Pangu came to the world and almost destroyed the world, causing chaos to reappear in the prehistoric world.

Countless creatures were affected.

If it weren't for Gui Xuan Daozu's preaching and preaching in the prehistoric world countless years ago, the overall combat power level of the prehistoric world would have been improved.

I don't know how many creatures died in this battle.

So a new atmosphere began to spread in the prehistoric land.

Seeking the way!

Asking for the law!

The craze of apprenticeship began to appear in the prehistoric land.

Some prehistoric saints who originally wanted to take the opportunity to explore the human race and study why this race could make Nuwa a saint were annoyed by the endless prehistoric creatures.

In order to avoid the entanglement of cause and effect, they had to practice in seclusion in an attempt to avoid cause and effect.

On this day.

A voice appeared above the prehistoric blood sea, resounding throughout the prehistoric land.

This is the most filthy place in the prehistoric land.

All negative auras such as evil spirits, resentment, and hostility gather here.

It is a disgusting place that all prehistoric creatures do not want to appear.

But it is the place transformed by Pangu's dirty blood, the area where the ancestor of the Styx is located.

The two innate spiritual treasures of Yuan Tu and Abi were suspended beside the old ancestor of the Styx, and he was flying above the sea of ​​blood on the twelfth-grade red lotus of karma fire.

The formation under his feet covered the secrets of heaven, confusing other prehistoric saints.

I don't know what this person is going to do.

"God is above, I am the old ancestor of the prehistoric Styx. I feel that the world is incomplete, so today I created the Asura clan to make up for the prehistoric world. I hope God will judge it!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the great powers of the prehistoric world who were paying attention here changed slightly.

This Styx is also coveting the last holy position!

The demon emperor Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi, who had just woken up from a coma, almost spit out a mouthful of old blood and fell into a coma again.

Boom!

A thick beam of golden light of merit fell from the sky and landed on the Styx.

The old ancestor of the Styx, with an excited face, quickly absorbed the merit energy, and his momentum soared.

Directly promoted from the early stage of quasi-saint to the middle stage of quasi-saint.

One step away from entering the realm of the late stage of quasi-saint.

Under the excited eyes of the Styx, it stopped!

The Styx Patriarch was puzzled.

Depressed!

Crazy!

"Heaven is unfair!!!"

Puff! !

Boom! !

With a roar, thunder descended from the sky.

The Styx Patriarch vomited black blood and fell into the sea of ​​blood.

A six-winged black mosquito suddenly appeared, absorbed the black blood vomited by the Styx at an incredible speed, and disappeared again.

The scene of the Styx Patriarch creating the Asura Clan was seen by all the great powers in the prehistoric world.

Their expressions also changed from worry to ridicule.

"This guy is really ridiculous. He actually wanted to imitate the Saint Nuwa. It's really a fantasy."

"If becoming a saint is really that easy, then we would have created a clan long ago."

"Ridiculous... Ridiculous..."

In an instant, the Styx Patriarch became a jumping clown in the mouths of the great powers in the prehistoric world.

The Styx Patriarch, who was originally unknown, appeared in the mouths of the great powers in the prehistoric world and then spread throughout the prehistoric world.

When all the great powers in the prehistoric world laughed at the Styx Patriarch, Gui Xuan flew out of the North Sea.

He flew towards the endless sea of ​​blood.

Looking at the motionless Styx Patriarch floating above the sea of ​​blood and the filthy aura around him, Gui Xuan frowned.

With a finger, an extremely vigorous life force appeared and sank into the body of the Styx Patriarch.

In a moment, the Styx Patriarch slowly opened his eyes,

and looked at the prehistoric sky with confused and dull eyes.

"Daozu! Why is this!!!"

An unwilling roar came from the mouth of the Styx Patriarch.

The Styx Patriarch was dissatisfied.

Without the Hongmeng Purple Qi, can't they, the countless sentient beings, really achieve enlightenment?

As one of the three thousand saints in the Zixiao Palace, the Styx Patriarch became more and more unwilling.

He looked at Gui Xuan in the void, and his whole body was shocked.

He flew and knelt beside Gui Xuan, crying out in sorrow, "Please give me the law, Daozu Gui Xuan!!"

In the prehistoric land, who doesn't know that Daozu Gui Xuan has ordered two prehistoric saints to achieve enlightenment and become saints in succession?

Even Hongjun Daozu couldn't defeat him, and his strength was terrifying.

His method of proving the Dao was on par with the three methods of proving the Dao mentioned by Hongjun Daozu.

Now Hongjun Daozu holds nine saintly positions, and eight of them have been decided.

There is still one saintly position that all the great powers in the prehistoric world speculate, either to the demon clan Emperor Jun or the witch clan Emperor Jiang.

The reason why he still insisted was because he still had illusions in his heart.

He thought that this last saint would fall on him.

Now Minghe has tried and determined that there is no way forward, and his Dao heart almost collapsed.

Seeing the elusive Daozu Guixuan, the old man Minghe knelt at Guixuan's feet, asking for the method of proving the Dao.

Guixuan looked at the old man Minghe at his feet, and he was also very impressed.

In later generations, the old man Minghe had mixed opinions.

He imitated Nuwa to prove the Dao, which made people think he was a clown who imitated others.

In the filthy place of the deep sea of ​​blood, the fierce aura on his body drove away all living beings, and he had no friends.

But he was a true seeker of the Tao.

Gui Xuan sighed.

"It is difficult to achieve the Tao, not all living beings can reach the end."

"The great trend of the prehistoric world is illusory, and the sacred beings of the prehistoric world each have their own responsibilities. You just haven't found your own way yet."

The old ancestor of the Styx looked up at Gui Xuan, "Dao Zu, the road is under your feet. If you are afraid of the road ahead and hesitate to move forward, what is the point of this cultivation!"

"We are the innate sacred beings of the prehistoric world, and we know it by nature; but we are not as free and easy as the creatures at the bottom of the prehistoric world. What is the use of this prehistoric responsibility?!"

"Please have mercy on me, Dao Zu, Minghe asks Dao Zu Gui Xuan to grant me the law!!"