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

The endless fresh air has become a vortex, and a phantom is solidifying inside.

"What is Sanqing doing?"

Everyone was puzzled, they just felt the destructive breath.

In an instant, the primordial spirit of Sanqing had merged together.

Rumble!

A voice resounded throughout the prehistoric land.

In a blink of an eye!

The figure of a burly giant gradually became clear.

Vast, simple, vast!

Terrifying coercion swept all directions!

"escape!"

The onlookers hurriedly used their magic power to escape.

They felt the breath of death.

Zhenyuanzi, Nuwa, Jieyin... and other great powers felt a huge aura from them.

Once this force erupts, they have no power to fight back.

"Monster Race, retreat!"

Dijun and Taiyi ordered the Yaozu to retreat.

For a moment, only Sanqing and Di Juntai were left in Luofengpo.

As for the Dapeng Golden Winged Eagle, it was still insignificant in the protective formation.

At this time, the transformation form is born, that is really looking for death.

Thousands of miles of space, under this terrifying coercion, burst like mirrors one after another.

Sanqing, their mana has dried up.

A large amount of fresh air leaked out, and it felt like the body was being hollowed out.

"Pangu, this is Pangu's aura... how is it possible?"

Dijun and Taiyi were shocked.

Could it be that Master, asking them to attack with all their strength is to draw out Sanqing's ultimate move?

Didn't Pangu fall, and Sanqing wants to resurrect Pangu?

Di Juntai stared at the giant who was approaching thousands of feet.

He is extremely simple, with feet on chaotic green lotus, holding a Pangu axe, and a jade plate of good fortune on his head.

These three Chaos Supreme Treasures appeared as phantoms.

"Pangu's breath, what is Fellow Daoist Styx doing?"

Hongjun in Zixiao Palace opened his eyes and muttered to himself.

Styx had already sent him a sound transmission, so Hongjun naturally couldn't make a move.

He is currently more afraid of Styx than Pangu.

Pan Gu was dead, so naturally he was not taken seriously by Hong Jun.

Not deep in the mountains.

Pangu Temple!

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were training the Wu Clan, but they noticed the vast Pangu trend.

"Father!"

"The breath of the Father God, is the Father God going to be resurrected?"

"The great prosperity of the Wu Clan, the great desolation, is the territory of the Wu Clan."

The ancestor witches rejoiced, they noticed Pangu's primordial spirit breath.

"Brothers, sisters, let's go!"

Dijiang shouted loudly, and the law of space was activated, and a door of space appeared.

Dijiang's law of space is even more powerful.

Looking at the other ancestral witches, they all practice the way of the law.

The way of the law fits them themselves.

The cultivation base of the ancestral witch turned out to be in the early stage of quasi-sage.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches entered the gate of space and broke through the sky towards Luofengpo.

"Chaos Clock!"

"Tai Chi diagram!"

Di Jun and Tai Yi suddenly found that the Chaos Clock and Tai Chi Diagram in their hands were shaking violently, as if they were about to escape from their control.

These two treasures have already been refined by them.

I didn't expect to be attracted by Pan Gu Yuanshen.

At the time when Dijun and Taiyi couldn't suppress the throbbing of the Chaos Clock and Taiji Diagram.

A mysterious voice resounded over Luofengpo.

"town!"

In an instant, it's not just the Chaos Clock and Taiji Diagram.

The innate spiritual treasures transformed from the other three chaotic treasures all stopped agitating and were completely suppressed.

"Dijun, Taiyi, die!"