The time of prehistoric times is respected

Another ten years later, the first monster in the Beginning Demon Realm couldn't hold on anymore, lost his mind, and died physically.

In less than a hundred years, they were all wiped out, only Wutian was still struggling.

Not all monsters are people with insufficient mood, at least they are innocent, but their mood is extremely firm.

Otherwise, he would not have gone so far in the way of magic. Wutian now clings to the primordial spirit, enters the samadhi, and ten thousand dharmas do not invade.

Even if it takes another hundred years, there will be no fear.

At this time, Wutian sat cross-legged under the watchful eyes of countless demon clans, apparently showing no signs of getting lost.

Of course he didn't know it himself.

"Brother, this demon leader is really good, I'm afraid the big formation can't interfere with him!"

Tai Yi said that he also admired Wutian, the entire demon clan is gone, and it is still as stable as Mount Tai.

"Phantom array!"

Di Jun said in a low voice.

The Hunyuan Heluo formation is a famous formation in the wild, how could it only have such a function,

Immediately, countless visions appeared around Wutian, there was a beautiful girl who was posing, and countless monsters bowed and bowed,

The seven emotions and six desires have been raped all over again, and Wutian stands still.

If he entered such a phantom array as soon as he came up, Wutian might be tricked. He naturally desires power, otherwise he won't be like a demon,

But now that he knows that he is within the formation, he will naturally not be tempted.

Wutian has already become a demon, and using such demonic means to deal with him is a bit of a trick.

Seeing that the formation was ineffective, Di Jun opened a passage to enter it. Since the formation was ineffective, he defeated him with real swords and guns.

All the illusions in front of him disappeared, and Di Jun appeared in front of Wutian.

"Demon Emperor, you have finally appeared!"

There was a cloudy voice from nowhere.

"Boss, how can you fall into the devil's path with such a talented person?"

Di Jun also admired Wutian a little bit, and he was weaker than several demon emperors just because of his cultivation base and state of mind.

"Haha! The way of heaven is not fair, why should I go into the way of demons? Which one of my demon clan is not the bottom of the demon clan? You are the demon emperor, high above you, have you ever experienced the hardships of the low-level demon clan?"

Wutian was not as calm as that, but a little crazy, and asked loudly.

Di Jun was silent for a while, this is indeed something he did not expect, the strong is the most respected, it has always been an eternal truth.

Even if it is time, you can observe all things in the prehistoric world, haven't you paid attention to weak creatures?

When the strong are angry, the aura will kill countless weak ones. Has there ever been mercy?

Wutian is also ordinary, since he became the chief, he has never cared about the fate of the bottom demons.

"Time is also fate!"

Di Jun sighed and didn't say any more.

As for absorbing Wutian into the demon clan, that is impossible,

Having been born in the prehistoric world for such a long time, I know more or less the secrets of the struggle between dao and demons.

Since the Great Desolation is controlled by the Taoist ancestor, it is impossible for the demonic way to exist. If it is in the same direction as the demonic way, it is bound to be against the Taoist ancestor.

That level is not something that Di Jun can provoke.

"Fight!"

Di Jun stretched out his hand and said.

"Why am I afraid!"

Wutian shouted loudly, ready to shoot.

But here, a wave of demonic energy emerged, forming a space channel, and I don't know where it is.

Wutian was pushed into the passage by an irresistible force, and then the passage was closed, and the devilish energy in the wild south also disappeared.

Everything was in the blink of an eye, and before Dijun had time to react, Wutian disappeared, just about to explore,

The voice of Taoist ancestors came from the whole prehistoric world,

"Luo Hu, you still dare to appear in the prehistoric world!"

For a moment, the prehistoric world was shaken, and Hongjun's powerful momentum swept away everything, but there was no sign of Luo Hu.

Hongjun's aura quickly disappeared, and the prehistoric people didn't know what happened.

"Boom!"

There was a roar in the Heavenly Dao, and a group of Heavenly Dao merits descended.

Emperor Jun Taiyi, Fuxi and Nuwa each get [-]%, and the demon clan shares [-]%.

Many monster clans have achieved breakthroughs in merit cultivation, and the luck of the monster clan has risen again, not only making up for the previous losses, but also becoming stronger, faintly forming a dragon of luck.

It's like the feeling of the rise of the three clans.

The remaining three successful virtues are scattered in the southern land.

The light covered by the Hunyuan Heluo formation surpassed any other large formation in the prehistoric era, and based on the prehistoric spiritual veins, it has been in operation for more than 200 years, and the spiritual veins have been consumed hugely.

The merit this time just made up for the consumption, so that the aura in the prehistoric south would not decline.

"You wait to go back!"

When the voice of time came from Dijun's ear, Dijun no longer delved into the matter of Wutian's disappearance,

Since it is a game between Hongjun and Luohu, it is better for oneself and others not to participate.

However, because all the monsters were wiped out, Di Jun took over the southern part of the Great Desolation without any hassle.

In this way, Emperor Jun has occupied the south, north, and most of the east of Honghuang, which is far wider than the Wu tribe.

Without the monster clan staring at him like a tiger, Di Jun also began to think about dealing with the witch clan,