Prehistoric: Opening Awakening Hongmeng Painting Saint System

What is Heaven afraid of?
Chu Xiao was vaguely aware of a fact.

If it is said that the way of heaven did not exist from the beginning, then could the way of heaven be some prehistoric creature.

In his time, Tiandao became the strongest in the world, thus becoming the master of the wild?
This conjecture was so absurd and shocking that even Chu Xiao himself was not sure whether it was true or not.

But one thing is certain.

The way of heaven does not allow any living beings in the wild to break away from control and forcibly prove the way!
"As the spokesperson of the way of heaven, Hongjun acts on behalf of the heavens, thus establishing the position of the six sages appointed by heaven. Is that so?"

Chu Xiao thought to himself.

However, at the same time that Chu Xiao didn't realize it, there was an extremely weak will looming above the sky, as if it was watching every move of Buzhou Mountain.

However, after Houtu became the master of the six reincarnations, the blood of the witch clan in his body has not been stripped.

This also means that today's Houtu still belongs to the cultivation of the witch clan.

Houtu knew that he was indebted to his elder brothers. After successfully advancing to the late quasi-sage stage, Houtu brought eleven ancestor witches back to the Holy Land of the Wu Clan.

Di Jiang was quite satisfied with the changes in Hou Tu.

After all, from now on, the Wu Clan can be regarded as having their own quasi-sage powerhouse.

Sure enough, after Hou Tu returned to the Wu Clan, countless races in the world watched the wind and moved, and a large number of powerful people came to visit.

After all, Houtu is also the only quasi-sage and power they can come into contact with.

It is as strong as the flow of the sky-reaching Styx River, and they have been in seclusion for a long time. They have no way to find it, and Nuwa is like an illusory existence.

And looking at the entire prehistoric world, the ones who are most afraid of Houtu's achievement of quasi-sage are the monsters.

Especially when the news of Houtu's becoming a quasi-sage spread to the Demon Palace, Di Juntai had an expression of extreme disbelief on his face.

Originally, in their plan, it was a sure thing to attack the Wu clan first.

Although the witch clan has twelve powerful ancestral witches, the monster clan recruits countless creatures in the world, and the number of Da Luo Jinxian is not ordinary.

Inside the main hall of the Demon Palace.

The Demon Emperor Jun and the Eastern Emperor Taiyi sat side by side, and all the powerful monster clans below stood respectfully on both sides.

There was a gloomy look on Di Jun's face.

"Brother, what should I do now?"

Tai Yi hesitated, and asked softly.

"Then Hou Tu can become a quasi-sage, and you and my brother can also become a quasi-sage."

After a while, a response came from Di Jun's mouth.

Now that the Lich situation is taking a turn for the worse, Di Jun wants to turn the situation around, and only when he reaches quasi-sage in his own cultivation can he regain the dominance of the demon clan.

"I and the Eastern Emperor will have to retreat for ten thousand years. Within ten thousand years, all the monsters will return to their own clan. When I break through, it will be the time for the monster clan to wash the sky with blood!"

Di Jun's voice reached the ears of every demon clan in the hall.

Immediately, Dijun and Taiyi disappeared on the spot!

The shrinking speed of the Yaozu is faster than all the prehistoric creatures imagined.

Since the news of Emperor Jun Taiyi's retreat came out, most of the monster races have returned to the Nine Heavens and Stars.

Those who are still in the prehistoric land are either those with extremely advanced cultivation bases, or the lowest cultivation of the monster clan.

Without the shackles of the monster clan, the witch clan developed rapidly and flourished.

At this time, there was another news that a strong man had broken through the quasi-sage.

This person is none other than Kunpeng from the Sea of ​​Darkness in the North!

Kunpeng's breakthrough to the quasi-sage did not cause too much shock in the world.

After all, this was originally expected by the world. You must know that when Kunpeng came to the earth, he attacked the fairy court with a nearly invincible posture and beheaded the Eastern Prince.

At the last moment, he confronted Daozu Hongjun.

Putting such a record on the bright side, it is already the best in the wild.

Therefore, in the eyes of the world, even if Kunpeng breaks through the holy realm by chance, it is not impossible.

However, what all sentient beings don't know is that Kunpeng's situation is not as smooth as imagined.

At this moment, in the extreme north.

In the central area of ​​the Beiming Sea, the sea water is like boiling hot water, constantly tumbling and emitting heat.

Deep in the bottom of the sea, there is a magnificent palace.

This is where Kunpeng's cave is located.

In the center of the hall, a figure sat cross-legged, exuding a quasi-sacred aura.

Naturally, this person was Kunpeng.

Kunpeng's brows were tightly closed, a look of pain and struggle appeared on his face, the veins on his face were bulging, and his blood was surging.

At the same time, in a corner of the hall, an illusory figure was watching Kunpeng's every move.

The next moment, there was a strange laughter in the hall.

"Except for the innate powers of Honghuang, you are enough to be regarded as the strongest in Honghuang, but it is a pity that you will become the wedding dress of this seat in the end, which is really embarrassing."

Then that illusory figure stepped out from the shadow, and its body continued to solidify in the sea water.

In the end, it transformed into the appearance of a middle-aged scribe.

If Kunpeng opened his eyes at this time, he would be able to recognize the identity of this middle-aged scribe at a glance. It was the Devouring Demon God who prevented them from intercepting Zhunti.

Rumble!
There was a muffled roar of thunder in the hall.

The expression on Kunpeng's face became more and more struggling.

Seeing this, the middle-aged scribe immediately burst out laughing.

"Don't waste your efforts. The shackles on your body were placed by Daozu himself. Could it be that you really thought that you didn't have to pay any price for beheading Duke Dong?"

The words of the devouring demon god are full of jokes.

Hearing this, Kunpeng's eyes rolled, as if he was about to open his eyes at any moment.

The Devouring Demon God slowly stepped forward and appeared beside Kunpeng.

A huge devouring power gathered in the palm, and then the palm directly shot towards Kunpeng Tianling.

"As long as you devour your body and soul, and integrate the Dao of Devouring in your body, my cultivation will be restored to about [-]% by then."

"Although he is still not Hongjun's opponent, but since he has fully recovered, there is finally hope!"

The Devouring Demon God became more and more excited as he talked, but the moment his palm was about to fall on top of Kunpeng's head.

A bloody aura quietly condensed out from the hall.

Immediately, with lightning speed, a terrifying sword intent appeared in front of the Devouring Demon God!
Devouring Demon God didn't have time to react, his complexion changed drastically, and he was directly forced back by that terrifying sword intent.

"This seat has been waiting for you for a long time."

A cold voice came from outside the hall.

Devouring Demon God showed a look of surprise and uncertainty for a moment.

When he saw clearly the figure slowly walking in from outside the hall, endless murderous intent suddenly arose in his eyes!
"It's you!"

The Devouring Demon God suddenly spoke out with a gloomy face.