Prehistoric: Eliminate impurities and let the ancestral witches return to their ancestral Pangu

Moreover, the chess player behind it...

Where exactly is it sacred?

Why do you want to make wind and rain in the prehistoric world, disrupting the general trend of the prehistoric world everywhere? !

For a moment, question marks appeared in Hongjun's head.

With his meticulous mind and the extremely deep city, how could he fail to see how long the ancestors and empresses have only practiced Taoism for a long time?

How could it be possible that he would have the skill to play against him?

Therefore, Hongjun concluded that...

Behind the ancestral witch queen soil, there is definitely a real chess master behind the scenes!

After some deliberation, Hongjun already had a key object of suspicion in his mind.

That is the space demon god who proved the Hunyuan sage in the early years, and then hid in the chaotic void, and could not be born out of hidden cultivation——Patriarch Yangmei!

"I... just want to protect the Wu Clan. If Daozu insists on favoring the Heavenly Court of the Monster Clan, then... even if Hou Tu dies, he will still advance and retreat with the Wu Clan!"

Not long after, I heard an indifferent female voice suddenly swaying from the top of Buzhou Mountain.

Regarding Hongjun's questioning, Houtu was not as crazy as Hongjun, and said frankly.

Hearing this, Hongjun frowned even deeper.

Are we talking about the same thing?

What the hell is this? It's completely stupid!

"Brother, didn't we embarrass ourselves just now?"

"The true body of Pangu, which was condensed and manifested by the queen of the ancestral witches, is in a sense... the father god of Pangu, right?"

"In this way, the fact that we called the God of the Empress Earth before... shouldn't it be considered a disgrace to the prestige of Sanqing?"

But the concise and clear conversation between Hongjun and Houtu was overheard by those who cared.

Especially Sanqing!

When they learned that the true body of Pangu was actually the condensed manifestation of the Empress Dowager of the Ancestral Witch, their complexions suddenly collapsed!

The foreheads of the three brothers were instantly covered with black lines, and their expressions were extremely gloomy!

It's a pity that they still called Houtu Daddy before, but now that I think about it...

What a shame!

Including a group of ancestral witches, and the army of hundreds of millions of witch clans, after learning the general situation, they were a little confused at the first time.

Just now, they were kneeling and worshiping...

Now, who can I ask for reasoning?

"Hmph, today I want to see who is the person behind you!"

All of a sudden, there was a voice of scolding full of anger, like the thunder of Chaos God.

It makes everyone who hears it deafening, and their minds are shaken and swaying!

Hongjun strikes again!

This time, all the extreme killing of the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian Sixth Heaven! ! !

Chapter 72 Hongjun's fear, from now on, the witch clan will rule the prehistoric world?

boom!boom!

In an instant, the terrifying and mighty saints slaughtered, like the nine-day galaxy pouring down, overwhelming the majestic mountain!

At this time, the hearts of all ancestor witches, and even hundreds of millions of witch clans, were suspended.

After all, they all understand the truth that if you don't become a saint for a day, you will end up as an ant.

Although I don't know what heaven-defying good fortune Houtu got from the inheritor of the Father God.

However, in the face of Saint Hongjun's ultimate killing power, they couldn't help worrying about Houtu.

Faced with such a terrifying coercion, Houtu's fragrant shoulders suddenly sank, obviously feeling a heavy pressure drop.

Sweaty!

Even that phantom of Pan Gu has dimmed a bit at this moment!

"So what if he is a saint? Cut!!"

Although they were under great pressure, the Wu Clan upheld Pangu's supreme will and had always disrespected the heavens and the earth, and disrespected the saints. They only heard a yell, and bit their vermilion lips lightly with their back teeth, which was trying their best to mobilize Pangu. phantom.

Swing an ax as hard as you can!

"Bang" loud noise!

The two terrifying auras suddenly struck and scattered in all directions, causing ripples in the void. The mighty and frightening momentum caused the entire Buzhou Mountain to vibrate.

Rao is the later earth sanctified in the flesh...

The primordial spirit of the quasi-sage Dzogchen level is unmatched...

Moreover, relying on the power of a trace of Pangu's blood...

But it is still irreparable, the natural moat between him and the saint!

"After all, it's still a bit worse..."

Houtu's knees sank, and his delicate body trembled unceasingly. He watched his condensed and manifested Pangu phantom, which was crushed by the mighty sage's killing powers, and finally disappeared. He couldn't help shaking his head and sighing softly.

His clear and beautiful eyes also dimmed a little at this moment, and he said in despair: "I... am going to die...?"

Just at this moment, the supreme Hunyuan-level formation behind Houtu seemed to have sensed the coercion of the raging saints around him, and the automatic protection mechanism was triggered instantly, blooming endless divine brilliance in vain, resounding through the rings crisp and clear The sound of sword chant. :bimilou

Thousands of cutting edges quietly gathered, and wisps of Dao sword intent soared into the sky, and they were about to condense and manifest a killing sword.

Seeing this scene, the sharp-eyed Hongjun felt it immediately, and immediately became vigilant, as if he was facing a big enemy!

His expression became extremely solemn in an instant!

His eyes were full of fear!

He is so familiar with this scene of the Dao sword intent bursting out and roaring to the sky!

Ever since, Hongjun didn't even think about it, and with a wave of his big hand, he quickly dispersed the endless slaughter of saints pouring down from Buzhou Mountain.

Don't dare to leave a little bit, for fear of touching some kind of death taboo!

Simply be careful!

Fortunately, Hongjun moved quickly, but he saw that the supreme Hunyuan-level formation standing on the top of Buzhou Mountain, after sensing that the danger was relieved, he withdrew all kinds of terrifying sword intent momentum, and everything returned to calm.

"Hoo~ It's dangerous!"

Seeing this, Hongjun let go of the heart that had been hanging all this time, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was relieved!

After a while, he regained a trace of composure on his face, and let out a breath of foul air.

Looking at the Houtu below, he immediately said indifferently: "My seat thinks that your cultivation is not easy, so I will let you go for now."

After finishing speaking, he turned to look at Sun Star's witch and demon forces again, with a solemn expression, and said indifferently: "Let's stop here, don't make any more rash killings, people will be ruined, from now on... the witch clan will rule the wild land, Do you have any objections to the fact that the Yaozu is in charge of the sky and starry sky domain?"

This voice contained the majesty of the supreme sage, and it was as loud as an ancient bell, but the thoughts of every living being in the field seemed not to be on the solution proposed by Hongjun.

Instead, they were collectively confused by Hongjun's sudden change of attitude.

A second ago, the murderous intent was overwhelming, the saint's majesty was prehistoric, and he wanted to kill Daozu Hongjun, who wanted to take everything away.

How come the next second, it seems like a different person?

Nothing ever happened! ?

In other words, are saints so fickle?

Just when all creatures were at a loss...

Only Houtu on Buzhou Mountain was stunned for a moment, and after the catastrophe, she subconsciously looked back at the Hunyuan Formation behind her, as if she understood something.

It goes without saying that the senior must have rescued her!

If not, looking at the great prehistoric heavens, the universe and the world, who can make Daozu Hongjun so afraid?

Houtu dared to bet that it was definitely the majesty and arrogance of the seniors that deterred Hongjun back!

At this point in his thoughts, Houtu came back to his senses and bowed to the Hunyuan formation.

Immediately, he turned his eyes to the starry sky outside the domain, and said bluntly: "I don't agree!"

"God doesn't agree! Isn't this ancestral witch and empress too courageous? How dare you disobey the meaning of the saint Hongjun!?"

"Extremely! Doesn't she know that the majesty of the saint cannot be profaned!"

"I'm used to it, the Wu Clan has always been so stubborn, they have always disrespected the heavens and the earth, and disrespected saints!"

"However, I'm just curious...why didn't Hongjun just kill Zuwu Houtu directly? For a moment...I seemed to detect a trace of fear from the face of the saint Hongjun! Daozu Hongjun seemed to be afraid What……"

"Nonsense, the sage Hongjun is supreme, and he is recognized as the most powerful person in the prehistoric world. What existence in this world can make him afraid? On the contrary... the ancestors and queens dared to disobey the meaning of Dao Zu Hongjun, this time She's in trouble!"

When Houtu protested, countless people eating melons were already boiling, and there were endless discussions.

As we all know, the sage's words follow the law, and every word is like a maxim of the great way, which cannot be disobeyed.

However, Houtu, who had just walked through the gate of hell, actually committed another crime?

Do you really think that Daozu Hongjun has a good temper and can bear with the Wu Clan?

Now, the witch clan is going to be in bad luck!

No, I saw all the ancestral witches looked dignified after they came back to their senses, one or two were ready for a desperate fight.

In the next moment, Hongjun once again broke the bottom line of the prehistoric sentient beings' cognition.

He suppressed a hint of sullenness, locked his cold eyes on the beautiful figure on Buzhou Mountain, and asked coldly, "What do you want?"

As soon as these words came out, the countless people who were paying attention here began to whisper again:

"Fellow daoists, I believe you have heard it? Daozu Hongjun is really angry this time!"

"I heard it! The poor Taoist saw Daozu gnashing his teeth!!"

"Witch Clan, this is a big trouble!"

Amidst the discussions, Houtu's voice suddenly resounded——

"The defeat of the Yaozu Heavenly Court has been decided in this battle, so...the Yaozu Heavenly Court is not qualified to control the sky and starry sky at all. The winner will be the king and the loser will be the bandit. From now on...the Wuzu will rule this prehistoric world!"

Hou Tu spoke amazingly again, it shouldn't be too shocking!

Hearing this, the entire Heavenly Court of the Monster Race, as well as Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were secretly delighted, and secretly scolded Houtu for being crazy!

Dare to negotiate conditions with Daozu Hongjun?

And he made such an unreasonable request! ?

Hehe, if Daozu Hongjun is willing to agree, then there will be ghosts!

No, I saw the sullen look on Hongjun's face, which was indeed a bit more intense.

only…

When he glanced at the Hunyuan level large formation and the mysterious dojo in which all the secrets were concealed, a subtle look of dread flashed quietly in his eyes.

After thinking for a moment, he secretly gritted his teeth with hatred, and said coldly: "It makes sense, then everything will be based on the words of the ancestors and queens. From now on, the witch clan will rule the prehistoric world, and the monster clan's heavenly court will ban the sun star for 500 million years!"

As soon as these words came out, they were even more shocking than Houtu's words, and almost shocked the jaws of all living beings!

Never thought…

Daozu Hongjun actually compromised? ! !

Chapter 73 Nuwa Climbs to the Peak of Buzhou Mountain, Why Did the Houtu Girl Kneel Again?

The world here was suddenly quiet.

Silent!

When the voice of Dao Patriarch Hongjun contained the supreme will of a saint, it was mighty and mighty, and it resounded through the prehistoric heavens.

Almost all the prehistoric supernatural powers and countless monks all stared wide-eyed and opened their mouths so wide... they could almost squeeze a fist the size of a casserole!

Not to mention the reactions of other people, even the ancestor witches couldn't believe it.