Honghuang: I am a saint of the Dragon Clan

It seems that the prehistoric era has entered the period of the three tribes in ancient times, and returned to the time when the dragon, phoenix and kylin tribes fought each other.

Hasn't Hongjun appeared yet?

Seeing the two clans suffering more and more heavy losses, Xu Feng murmured in his heart.

It's just that this idea has not been settled yet, a terrible breath enveloped all the people in the battlefield, and even the few people who escaped into the Void War did not escape.

Colorful auspicious clouds descended from the sky, and Hongjun, who had just joined the Tao, appeared in the prehistoric.

Daozu has come?

Everyone was shocked, but they didn't expect that the Lich War would anger Hongjun, causing Hongjun to come to the prehistoric world.

"The Lich War, countless prehistoric creatures were involved in the battle and died tragically, this battle is over.

The two clans of lich and monsters can no longer dispute in the Yuanhui. From then on, the monster clan governs the sky and the witch clan governs the land. "

The people of the two clans of liches were all pressured by Hongjun's saint, and they fell to the ground.

In the battlefield, only Zu Wu, who was shrouded in the law of the Dao, was able to move, and the rest were lying on the ground.

The Yaozu side is even more unbearable.

Only the two demon emperors Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi could still resist, and everyone else got down.

"Meet Daozu (teacher), Daozu (teacher Wan'an)."

Everyone saluted to Hongjun, and the people from the Yaozu quickly dropped their weapons and saluted to Hongjun.

Even Dijun and Taiyi didn't dare to do it again, they just backed away honestly,

When Hongjun came, the two clans of liches were not allowed to have any further disputes in a Yuanhui. Dijun and Taiyi had no choice but to bow their heads no matter how upset they were.

What about the agreement?

Did you agree to ignore the prehistoric things?

Why did the Lich fight together, and your old man ran out.

"Bah!! Dao ancestor of shit!!! How dare Er Hongjun meddle in my witch clan's affairs?"

When Hongjun came, Taiyi didn't dare to make another move, took back the Chaos Clock and left, which made Zhu Rong very upset.

He started yelling at Hongjun, and the other ancestral witches glared at Hongjun one by one.

The people of my Wu Clan only respect the Father God Pangu, and do not practice your Hongjun Dao, so why do you control us?

What the hell! ! !

The people of the witch clan are all lunatics! ! !

Secretly disdain Hongjun's existence.

The fucking Hongjun came and told you not to start a war, and you even yelled at him.

This is a saint! ! !

After being scolded by Zhu Rong, Hongjun's mood remained unchanged, like a pool of stagnant water.

He just raised his finger and pointed at the Twelve Ancestral Witches,

"If you don't respect a saint, you should be punished!"

"Pfft~~~"

The twelve ancestor witches flew out almost at the same time, spurting a lot of blood, which shocked countless people.

They have seen how fierce these twelve ancestor witches are.

Unexpectedly, in the face of Hongjun, they didn't even need to touch them, and all of them were seriously injured and flew out with a little emptiness.

Their proud bodies and the terrifying power of the Dao law are like a piece of toilet paper in front of Hongjun, which can be broken with a poke.

"From then on, the witch clan governs the land, and the demon clan governs the sky. There should be no more disputes."

Leaving these words behind, Hongjun disappeared into the prehistoric world and returned to Zixiao Palace.

This is the first time Hongjun has made a move in the prehistoric world after he became a saint.

One shot made people see the horror of the saint.

I also understood the true meaning of the phrase that a person who does not become a saint will eventually become an ant.

It doesn't matter whether you are the overlord or the protagonist of the world, when facing a saint, all of them are scum, all are ants! !

The saint is so terrifying! ! !

Not afraid of the sky, not afraid of the earth, the Twelve Patriarchal Witches who didn't even look down on Hongjun finally saw the horror of the saint.

"People of the monster clan, withdraw!!!"

Chapter 41

Looking at the countless corpses and the blood-stained ground, Di Jun was very unwilling, but he could only order to retreat.

Afterwards, during this Yuanhui, he would never dare to start a war with the Wu Clan again.

The dead are dead, and the living should continue to live.

Following Dijun's order, the Yaozu people began to retreat.

The more important people can still take the corpse back, those little monsters and so on, there is no one to collect the corpse.

Just like that, the corpse was thrown into the flood.

"Fellow daoists, junior sisters, farewell."

Sanqing immediately chose to leave.

Seeing Hongjun's strength, they just want to go back to Kunlun Mountain, continue to practice hard, and become holy as soon as possible.

If you don't become a saint, you will end up as ants.

These eight words have been echoing in their minds for a long time.

"Farewell!!!"

The master had left, and the audience chose to leave one after another.

"withdraw!!!"

The Twelve Patriarchal Witches were angry and angry, but there was nothing they could do. If Hongjun was a bit more empty, they would all be seriously injured. How could they be beaten?

Moreover, the loss of the Yaozu is great, and the loss of the Wuzu is not small.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches need to settle down their tribe first.

Compared with the decisive retreat of the Yaozu, the Wuzu is in a lot of trouble.

In addition to sorting out the corpses of the clansmen, they also brought a large number of corpses of the monster clan back to the tribe as food, and handed over the affairs of the tribe to the great witch, and the twelve ancestor witches went straight back to the Pangu Temple.

They need to absorb evil spirits in the Pangu Temple and recover from their injuries.

Xu Feng did not return to the Dragon Palace, but went to the dojo of Fuxi and Nuwa.

In the gazebo of the dojo, Fuxi was holding a wine glass, but he had no intention of drinking at all.

Even if this wine is spirit wine, brewed with all kinds of treasures from heaven and earth, Fuxi has no desire to drink it.

Fuxi couldn't drink it, and so could Nuwa. On the contrary, Xu Feng was more open-minded. He should eat and drink, and he would not be left behind.

Can you still eat?

Watching Xu Feng take a sip of the spirit wine and the spirit fruit, Nuwa and Fuxi were immediately speechless, they were so heartbroken.

"Daozu never made a move, and he didn't want to be so terrible once he made a move."

Fuxi sighed.

Xu Feng smiled lightly and said:

"Scary? It's okay. For the saint, this is just an easy task. You will find out later how terrible the saint is."

Hongjun appeared in the prehistoric world, what did he do?

The coercion is just spreading, what else?

Twelve Ancestral Witches were taught a little lesson.

It will be scary when the saints fight with each other after all the saints come out.

Despite the strength of these saints, there is no way to compare with Hongjun.

"........"

Fuxi's expression slowly froze.

Now there is only one saint, and Hongjun doesn't take much care of it. When other saints appear, then this prehistoric place will definitely be very lively.

Maybe if you hit me today, I'll hit you tomorrow, and you'll be beaten to pieces.

However, Fuxi never imagined that, let alone rags, when the Conferred God Quantity Calamity comes, even the prehistoric world will be smashed, okay?

Compared with Fuxi, Nuwa is much calmer. After all, her future sage will prove to be a saint sooner or later.

"I don't know how much Youna Primordial Purple Qi has fused?"

Sanqing, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti all obtained a ray of majestic purple energy, which is the key to proving the Tao and becoming holy.

And the primordial purple energy will merge with people, only in this way can you be qualified to prove the Tao.

The difference is that some people fuse quickly, while others fuse slowly.

As for Hong Yun, who was regarded as a tool man, the majestic purple energy in his body was almost motionless.

Want to blend?There is no hope at all.

"It's okay, how about friend Daoist?"

Xu Feng looked at Nuwa with a smile. Nuwa showed a smile, shook her head, and did not answer.

The two centered on the fusion of primordial purple energy, and began to discuss the Tao, which made Fu Xi stunned.

After all, he didn't have a majestic purple spirit, so he was completely confused about what Xu Feng and his sister said.

In the end, they could only choose to retreat, go to retreat, and give up their position to them.

heaven.

Taiyi kept smashing things, and smashing things if he saw something unpleasant, all the big monsters were silent and followed him when he was happy.

The unbearable Di Jun said angrily:

"enough!!!"

"Do you want to smash this Lingxiao Palace?"

Facing Di Jun's reprimand Tai Yi still restrained a bit, with an angry face, he said unhappily:

"Brother, I am not reconciled!!!"

"What if you are not reconciled?"

Di Jun glanced at him, you are not reconciled, I am not?

Di Jun sat on the dragon chair, panting heavily.

No one expected that the witch clan would be so difficult, and the twelve ancestor witches would be so powerful.

This time the Yaozu fell into a big hole, and the casualties were much worse than those of the Wuzu.

Whenever he thinks of the power of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Di Jun gets a headache.

He, Di Jun, thinks that he is quite strong. In the entire Heavenly Court, except for Tai Yi who owns the Chaos Clock, he is the strongest.

But after the battle with Xuan Ming, Di Jun's self-confidence was hit badly.

One of the twelve ancestor witches held him back.

If it weren't for the huge number of big monsters in the monster clan, God knows what would happen if the remaining ancestor witches ran into the monster clan army.

"The Dao ancestor has an order that the two clans of liches are not allowed to fight in the same Yuanhui. Don't you want to disrespect the saint?"

A little empty, the twelve ancestor witches were all injured, and the injuries were still serious.

Thinking of this scene, Di Jun felt a chill in his scalp.