Prehistoric: Blood Lord Styx, starting with 100,000 Pangu blood

Huang Zhongli and Styx are abundant.

I can only let Rahu eat something.

Make up for the pain in my heart.

Saying.

The deity only has yellow plum fruit and hibiscus mulberry.

There are still too few types of fruit.

Ginseng fruit.

flat peach.

Fairy apricot.

I still have to get some in the future.

Styx secretly planned in his heart.

Huang Zhongli.

For countless years, he has vomited.

Versailles literature.

Styx didn't put on a show.

Big drop of truth.

Anyone who eats only one or two kinds of fruit.

No matter how delicious it is, it will be boring.

above the East China Sea.

Three people are very happy.

Some are happy and some are sad.

Tiandao and Hongjun are not feeling well.

Cut constantly.

The reason is still chaotic.

Melancholy, don't just feel it in your heart.

Jade Mountain.

Hongjun sat cross-legged in his small hut.

hut.

Use the top-grade innate spirit grass Xingchen thatch to make the roof.

The best congenital spiritual root five-needle pine is used as beams and pillars.

Refined house.

Abbreviation, thatched cottage.

A jade dish of fortune hangs above the head.

The three thousand laws surround the whole body.

The law of immortality leads directly to the origin of the way of heaven.

Hongjun looked worried.

In the flood.

With a Styx.

Unexpectedly, another void dragon, Chen Beixuan, came.

They broke through to the realm of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

stressed.

The prehistoric waters are too deep.

He couldn't grasp it.

And Luo Hu and him are fateful enemies.

Raise eyebrows, yin and yang, heaven and earth.

They live in a corner in secret.

Spokesperson of the Way of Heaven.

Even if it's on.

Hongjun also knew that he could not control Honghuang at all.

Run mana.

Hongjun communicated with Heaven.

"Heaven, what should I do if I am poor?"

"With these great powers, the spokesperson of the Dao of Heaven, it doesn't matter if the poor Dao doesn't do it."

Hongjun felt bitter.

"Yangmei and others, the poor can still deal with it."

"Minghe, Chen Beixuan, I really can't bear it."

stressed.

Hongjun felt exhausted.

Reluctantly, he has already boarded the thief ship of heaven.

I can only walk into the dark with my head depressed.