Prehistoric: Opening Awakening Hongmeng Painting Saint System

After about half an hour, Chu Xiao finally accepted the current facts.

These guys who have followed him for tens of thousands of years and clamored to worship him as teachers are not ordinary cats or dogs.

They are all strong at the level of the Taiyi Golden Immortal in the prehistoric age, and among them Tongtian Hongyun Fuxi and others are the cultivation of the Daluo Golden Immortal.

Suddenly, Chu Xiao thought of the Taoist who was knocked down by him in Buzhou Mountain, and instantly understood the other party's true identity.

"The quasi-said Taoist, it's him!"

"It's no wonder that this person once coveted the pen and ink in my hand, but it is in line with his nature of stealth."

Then Chu Xiao thought of Zhunti Daoren's senior brother to guide the Taoist.

Jieyin Taoist is an unborn super strong man in the prehistoric, possessing great opportunities and great wisdom, and is as famous as that Taiqing Laozi.

He was a little worried that if he hit the Zhunti Taoist, the other party would come to seek revenge.

But Chu Xiao thought about it again, and soon felt relieved.

He can seriously injure the Taoist Zhunti with two punches, so what if he leads the Taoist to seek revenge?
What's more, these disciples under his sect are not easy to mess with.

"Dare to ask Master, there are three thousand ways, how should disciples choose?"

Just when Chu Xiao was deep in thought, a voice that reached heaven came from his ear again, bringing his thoughts back to reality.

"Cough cough!"

Chu Xiao coughed dryly twice, and glanced across the crowd inadvertently.

Although he lost his composure just now, fortunately, his precious disciples didn't notice anything wrong.

"The so-called Dao Dharma is three thousand, but in fact Dao produces all things."

"A flower, a leaf, and a Bodhi can all achieve the Supreme Dao. Since you protect yourself with a Dao sword, the Dao of the sword may make a difference."

After Chu Xiao calmed down, he communicated and responded.

"kendo."

Tong Tian lowered his head and looked at the Qingping sword in his hand, his eyes gradually revealed firmness.

"Master, do you have the method of enlightenment?"

Tong Tian immediately asked again.

However, as soon as these words came out, Chu Xiao was somewhat stumped.

He doesn't know the method of enlightenment, it's just a random nonsense.

Chu Xiao pretended to think carefully, and then slowly said: "Anyone who understands the way of swordsmanship needs to have a firm mind. As a teacher, there is a method that can help you understand the way of swordsmanship."

"With the momentum of constantly swinging the sword, cultivate the awe-inspiring sword energy of the world, and when one's own sword intent reaches the extreme, there may be a chance to break the shackles of the Dao."

As soon as these words came out, countless kendo practitioners in the field gasped.

Tongtian's eyes were even more enlightened, and he cupped his fists and bowed to Chu Xiao, and immediately appeared at the corner of the mountain, and began to draw his sword and swing his sword.

The group of kendo practitioners who were struggling with how to cultivate the sword energy of heaven and earth did not hesitate to join the ranks of drawing swords and swinging swords after seeing Tongtian's actions.

Looking from a distance, there are no less than tens of thousands of people gathered together.

"Master, although this disciple attained the Tao through Hongyun, he doesn't know where his own path will go, so I ask Master for guidance."

"Master, please show me the way of blood!"

"Master, please show me the way of the Wu Clan!"

The other disciples saw that Tongtian was being instructed by Chu Xiao, and they also asked questions one after another.

Chu Xiao was quite depressed, but he had to point out one by one.

However, what even Chu Xiao himself didn't expect was that the Taoism he taught everyone actually coincided with the number one way to prove the Tao in the prehistoric world.

Proving the Tao with strength is the real way to reach the sky, and when everyone becomes holy in the future, it will be completely different.

Amidst Chu Xiao's tireless preaching, the battle between Taoism and demons in the outside world has finally reached its climax.

Nine days above the sky.

Dark clouds shrouded the entire sky, and countless gales raged across the prehistoric land.

Above a resplendent and resplendent palace, there are many figures in Taoist robes suspended.

And around these Taoists, there are overwhelming demon creatures!
"Jie Jie Jie!"

"Little Hongjun, you have calculated this seat for a long time, but have you ever calculated that there will be such a result today?"

A huge blood-colored figure transformed between the sky and the earth, and a burst of invisible and terrifying laughter came out of his mouth. This person is the Demon Ancestor Luohu.

Not long after Luo Hu's words fell, an old figure in a gray Taoist robe appeared above the palace, exuding a powerful aura from his gestures.

Countless Taoists saw the appearance of the gray-robed Taoist, and they worshiped on one knee in midair.

"Welcome to Dao Patriarch!"

There is no doubt that this gray-robed Taoist is Daozu Hongjun.

Behind Hongjun, five Taoist priests in white robes appeared at the same time, all exuding a very good aura from their bodies.

"Welcome to the five Daoist priests!"

A group of Taoist priests immediately paid homage to the five white-robed Taoist priests.

Ten thousand years ago, they were originally the famous Immemorial Nine Great Dao Venerables, but in the war with the Demon Ancestor Luohu, four of them had already fallen.

The four Taoist priests of Qiankun, Wuxing, Yinyang, and Bengtian all died in the Zhuxian sword array set up by Luohu.

"What bullshit Daozu Daozun is just a group of guys trying to catch fame!"

"Today, I, Luohu, will turn all of you into members of my demon clan!"

Luo Hu's voice came from the sky again.

In an instant, all the demonic creatures descended and fought with those Taoists.

After tens of thousands of years of war, the final situation presented was that the Daoist sect was defeated. While countless creatures in the world were trembling, they also felt hopeless.

But at this time, there was no trace of fear on Hongjun's face.

On the contrary, in the depths of his pupils, there was a burst of light slowly flowing.

Hongjun looked at Luo Hu with a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

"Hongjun, this battle is the final decisive battle between us and Luo Hu. If you don't have the power to calculate the sky, join us to fight against this beast immediately!"

Daoist Qinglong said suddenly, with an extremely firm expression.

The next moment, the five Daoist priests erupted with powerful cultivation bases one after another, and charged directly towards Luo Hu above the sky.

They are ranked among the Nine Great Dao Venerables of the ancient times, and they have their own pride. When they are caught in the battle of life and death, they can only fight with all their strength.

Hongjun didn't make a move at the first time. When the five Taoist priests and Luo Hu were fighting together, Hongjun looked at the five people with the same eyes as when he looked at Luo Hu.

Not long after, a jade butterfly appeared in Hongjun's palm.

Yu Die seemed unattractive, but the moment Hongjun's own cultivation was injected into Yu Die, there was a burst of Dao Sanskrit sound in the surrounding space.

Within a range of hundreds of millions of miles, the prehistoric land cracked open, and endless dark winds emerged from the cracks.

And among them, Buzhou Mountain is actually covered!

At this moment, if someone was born next to Hongjun, one would be able to notice that Hongjun's eyes were no longer focused on the battle on the battlefield, but instead looked at the mountain peak of Buzhou, and whispered to himself.

"The power of the ten breaths back then clearly came from the Hongmeng Avenue. Today, the poor Taoist wants to see where it is sacred!"