Prehistoric: The Ancestor Of Kunpeng

158 Stygian memories, half a drop of dirty blood

This crisis of the Witch tribe lasted for a long time, and it did not end.

Of course, when Xiao Nan was doing this, he also paid great attention to measure. He didn’t do it every night, and the slaughter was changed to once a month.

The ancestor witch Dijun was anxious and frustrated. He ordered and tried to find out what happened. Unfortunately, Xiao Nan hid it deeply. Although it was at night, he seemed to have very powerful hidden supernatural powers. Even the ancestor witch could not find his existence.

Later, at night, the Wu clan didn’t even dare to fall asleep, for fear that the next one would suffer.

But no one knows why Xiao Nan did this. Xiao Nan himself doesn’t know. In the daytime, everything is back to the same as before. Xiao Nan is like a okay person, and he doesn’t remember the heinous crimes he committed.

Over time, during the day he became a big boy who was still shy, and at night he transformed into a bloody murderous god.

He seems to have no deep hatred for the Wu Clan, he will destroy everything he sees.

Not only the life of the Wu Clan, but also the Human Clan and the Demon Clan. Those who were hit by him were all unlucky and eventually slaughtered by him mercilessly.

It seems that a bane has been buried in his heart, and he is full of hatred for the whole world.

The whole Wu clan was in panic and anxiety, and Di Jiang even wondered whether this was some conspiracy and trick that Di Jun was using. His heart was full of resentment.

On this day, Dijun summoned the ancestral witches to discuss the matter in the own tribe, and Dijiang decided to lead the crowd to attack the headquarters of the demon clan Heaven Court.

“Dage, it is said that Emperor Jun was not in the Heaven Court during this time. He went to the fringe demon-dispersing forces and lobbyed everywhere.”

The speaker was the Xuanming Ancestral Witch, and he was also the strongest one in the Cultivation Base, the ancestral witch’s comprehensive combat power, which was second only to Dijiang’s existence.

“Can’t wait any longer.” Di Jiang looked thoughtful, and then said: “He went everywhere to subdue the edge to scatter monsters, which just shows that his Dijun is afraid of our Wu clan.”

Xuan Ming nodded slightly, he still agreed with what Dijiang Dage said.

Di Jiang sneered: “Since we can do this, we will do what he wants and fight with him, otherwise we will drag on. If he really lobbies those fringe monsters who have succeeded in lobbying, I’m afraid the situation will change. We are at a disadvantage.”

The Ancestral Witch present had no objection, so Dijiang planned to attack Heaven Court another day when all the tribes were ready.

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This place is far away from the Wu Clan.

The ancestor of Styx was waking up from a sitting down, and when he was just cultivating magical powers, he almost had Qi Deviation.

His forehead, cold sweat kept shed, as if he was in a panic. It was a world of corpse mountains and seas of blood. The air was filled with blood, which made people want to nausea. The ancestor of Styx was originally from Devil Dao, and he shouldn’t be afraid of seeing such scenes. That’s right, but I don’t know why he is so afraid of such a scene today.

“Is this the home of my Ashura line?”

Old Ancestor Styx murmured, he thought of the worst and most unacceptable thing.

Old Ancestor Styx shook his head, trying to put the messy thoughts in his mind behind him. Right now he still has an important task. That is what the ancestor Kunpeng confessed to him, and the ancestor Styx did not dare to slack off. He just wants to finish this matter as soon as possible, so that ancestor Kunpeng can look at him differently.

Just like this, Old Ancestor Styx walked all the way, walked, he didn’t know where he came, this was an unknown world.

It’s in a big mountain. The vegetation is very dense. At first glance, they are all lush and lush, and there are some elk and apes jumping back and forth between the mountains and forests, as if an isolated fairyland.

Halfway up the mountain, there are clear springs. Enriched with the rich Spiritual Qi, this is an excellent place for practice, where practice can have a multiplier effect, and the ancestors of Styx could not help sitting by the creek.

He quietly felt the Spirit Power fluctuations between the heavens and the earth, and then fell into a wonderful epiphany, as if he was integrated with the whole nature.

At this moment, he put away all the distracting thoughts in his mind. Just calm down, and wholeheartedly feel the laws that are moving within Heavenly Dao.

He recalled a past event, a past that has been buried in his heart for a long time, and it is almost forgotten.

Darkness, everything around is dark except for darkness.

Can’t see the slightest starlight, there is no aura fluctuation.

It’s just a lifelessness, apart from heaven and earth, everything has not yet been born Spiritual Qi, everything is so natural.

Back then, after Pangu god-tier opened up the world with his body, he became a prehistoric world, and then transformed into the world with his body, mountains, rivers, sun and moon, everything is in it.

After the world manifests, it is beautiful, with the sun and the moon turning, the rivers, and the magnificent momentum.

It seems that the whole world is explaining what is “truth, goodness and beauty”.

Of course, even if it is a generation of Pangu god-tier, there are evil thoughts in his heart. After his death, the evil thoughts have not completely dissipated. There is still a drop of dirty blood in his body, which is at the end of the endless stygo, and finally turned into A sea of ​​blood.

The ancestor of the Styx River was still in a state of ignorance, his memory was very vague, but he vaguely remembered a rough time when he was born.

He seemed to have been sleeping in a sea of ​​blood for endless years, and finally he was born with his own spiritual wisdom. Once he was transformed into the magical powers of Da Luo Jinxian, such heels and feet are among the best in the entire prehistoric existence.

After Styx was transformed, he saw a drop of blood floating between own palms. This was the manifestation of Pangu god-tier’s evil thoughts, that is, the dirty blood in his body.

Ancestor Styx’s heel is precisely this drop of dirty blood.

But in the void not far away, there was still a cloud of blood mist, and there was still a drop of dirty blood in the blood mist.

But that drop of dirty blood was very small, as if it were just a tiny bit. If the Ancestor Styx’s hand is considered to be a drop of dirty blood, then what is floating in the void can only be considered a half drop of dirty blood.

But in the end the half drop of dirty blood passed away with the wind, and even the ancestor of Styx didn’t know, where did the half drop of dirty blood drift to?

Soon, the ancestor of Styx had recovered his sobriety, and his mood could not be calmed down for a long time.

If it were not for this accidental epiphany, this memory might have been forgotten by him forever.

“That half drop of dirty blood is also the property of my ancestor, and I don’t know where I am now?”