Prehistoric: Opening Awakening Hongmeng Painting Saint System

Soon, Chu Xiao's consciousness came to a vast world.

For the first time, he saw a huge golden dragon in the sky that was infinitely close to billions of feet in size.

Around the golden dragon, there are hundreds of Da Luo powerhouses unleashing countless fierce attacks, fighting with the golden dragon.

Chu Xiao's eyes scanned the surrounding world, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Those guys from Xianting?"

When Chu Xiao saw the billions of troops in Immortal Court who were intimidated by the golden dragon and dared not move, a look of enlightenment suddenly appeared between his brows.

He vaguely remembered that thousands of years ago, Hongjun made Prince Dong the head of all immortals.

Then the Eastern Prince ordered the conquest of the Dragon Clan, hoping to use this to establish his prestige.

Chu Xiao never expected that this battle would last until today.

When he looked at the golden dragon again, Chu Xiao vaguely guessed the other party's identity.

After the first robbery of the Dragon Han Dynasty, the ancestor dragon fell, if there is anyone among the dragon clan who can be called the supreme existence of the dragon clan.

There is only Zhulong alone!
Naturally, the quasi-holy aura he felt on the top of Buzhou Mountain emanated from Zhulong's body.

"This old dragon is actually using the method of proving the way with strength."

"It would be difficult for him to comprehend this path of enlightenment in the prehistoric times."

Chu Xiao couldn't help feeling admiration in his consciousness.

But the current situation of Zhulong is not very good.

Although the gap between Zhunsheng and Daluo Jinxian was huge, Zhulong was seriously injured.

Especially the hundreds of Da Luo Jinxian gathered here, all of them are the top among the prehistoric ones.

Chu Xiao saw that Zhulong's purpose seemed to be to entangle these people and not let them leave.

Then he subconsciously looked towards Donghai, as if something in the dark was attracting him.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, it's startling when you see it.

He saw the tens of thousands of feet of Kunpeng fighting two boys.

Those two boys were not other people, but the two of Haotian Yaochi under Hongjun's seat!
Although the two of them only had the mid-term cultivation of Da Luo Jinxian, the real combat power that broke out from their joint efforts was indistinguishable from Kunpeng's.

On the top of Buzhou Mountain, Chu Xiao flicked the pen and ink in his hand, showing the way of cause and effect.

Inextricable lines of cause and effect suddenly appeared in the space around Chu Xiao.

Then Chu Xiao knew all the past of the protracted war between the Immortal Court and the Dragon Clan for thousands of years.

At the same time, he also realized that it turned out that the Eastern Prince clamored to use the Buzhou Mountain as the foundation of the fairy garden, which made Kunpeng not hesitate to cross the endless distance from the sea of ​​​​Beiming to kill the Eastern Prince himself.

But the identity of the Eastern Prince's head of all immortals was hand-picked by Daozu Hongjun, and the purpose was to let the Eastern Prince gather great luck.

If he was beheaded by Kunpeng like this, I'm afraid Hongjun's face will no longer be able to gain a foothold in Honghuang.

After all, although the massacre outside Zixiao Palace had not been completely spread in the prehistoric world, among the top powerhouses, Hongjun had already lost all face.

Chu Xiao's consciousness was still focused on Zhulong.

Not long after, a sense of pity for talents was born in Chu Xiao's heart.

Able to walk out of the road of proving the Tao with strength purely by one's own strength, and one's own cultivation has reached the quasi-sage level.

It would be a pity if he just died at the hands of a group of big Luo Jinxians.

Following the explosion of a roar that was far more powerful than before, hundreds of bright and extreme rays of light descended on the body of Zhulong in an instant!

These big Luo Jinxians have long been red-eyed.

To be able to cultivate to their level, each of them has a certain degree of pride in their hearts, how can they allow an old dragon to stop them all.

Therefore, after hundreds of years of savings, everyone has unleashed their peak blows!
"Roar!"

Immediately afterwards, a mournful dragon chant sounded.

A large mouthful of blood spewed out of the golden dragon's mouth, and its breath fell rapidly.

A group of Daluo wanted to take advantage of the situation to chase and kill Zhulong.

Chu Xiao's body immediately waved his pen and ink, and the inextricable power of cause and effect quietly appeared around Zhulong.

Zhulong, who originally had the intention of dying in his heart, suddenly showed a look of doubt in his eyes after seeing the infinite aura around him.

"roll!"

An angry reprimand sounded from nowhere.

The causal offensive broke out instantly, and a huge storm far surpassing Da Luo Jinxian swept the entire world!
In the smoke and dust, Chu Xiao condensed an illusory spirit body, which appeared in front of Zhulong.

"I still lack a mount beside me, are you willing to surrender to me?"

There was a faint smile on Chu Xiao's face, but it seemed to contain a sense of majesty.

Zhulong's pupils widened, looking at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, his eyes were extremely shocked.

"You have shown quasi-sage cultivation, even if you can escape today with your own strength, don't you think the guy above won't continue to attack you?"

As Chu Xiao spoke, he pointed to the sky, implying that he was talking about Hongjun.

After a few breaths, the body of the billion-foot-high golden dragon dissipated.

Appearing in front of Chu Xiao again was a vicissitudes old man.

"Dare to ask the senior's surname?"

Zhu Long was quite cautious, and did not fully believe what Chu Xiao said.

"You can call this seat, Chaos Immortal Venerable."

Chu Xiao responded directly without any hesitation.

At the beginning, he just used this name to scare off his one hundred thousand disciples, but later he found that this title is quite good.

Hearing this, Zhulong's expression was shocked again.

"This person calls himself Chaos Immortal Venerable, so he must be a powerful cultivator who has survived the chaotic years. Being his mount is not a disgrace to my name."

Zhulong thought to himself, in fact, he had already made a choice.

The reason why he never hid before and reappeared in the prehistoric world was because he couldn't let go of the dragon clan's emotions and couldn't watch the dragon clan die.

To this day, Zhulong already has the will to die in his heart.

"There are still millions of people left in our clan, so I implore seniors to protect our clan's heritage."

Zhulong cupped his fists and bowed to Chu Xiao.

Chu Xiao smiled lightly. He knew that this was Zhulong's condition, or it could be said that it was his last test.

A paintbrush was condensed in the hand of Chu Xiao's illusory spirit body.

A breath of vicissitudes and vastness instantly appeared over the Dragon Clan.

The power of painting Dao is fully displayed, a green lotus emerges in the center of heaven and earth, and hundreds of millions of miles of light spread out around the green lotus, like a magic circle.

"This technique, Fengshanhai!"

The sky-shattering magic circle fell, and the many strong men and billions of troops belonging to the fairy court retreated towards the surroundings again.

In one breath, under the watchful eyes of countless strong men, the entire Dragon Clan territory disappeared on the spot!
And no matter how everyone probed, the ancient three tribes that still had a lot of tribesmen disappeared out of thin air as if they had evaporated.

All the big Luos in Xianting were in shock.