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

Styx Hunyuan Taiji Luo Jinxian peak.

The way of heaven is Hunyuan Taiji Luo Jinxian early stage.

Hongjun is the peak of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

How to fight this.

It's not about sending people's heads.

"Fellow Daoist Minghe, what if Pangu is resurrected?"

"How to deal with it?"

Hongjun didn't know what to do about this matter.

Even if Pan Gu is resurrected, his strength will not be able to catch up with the way of heaven.

After all, it is the primordial spirit of Sanqing, and also has the power of twelve ancestor witches.

Pan Gu has just been resurrected, so his ability is not that great.

Together with Tiandao and Hongjun, they will definitely be able to suppress it.

But how to deal with it is difficult for them.

After all, this prehistoric world was created by Pan Gu.

If Hongjun made a rash move, his reputation in Honghuang would be ruined.

Even luck will decline and strength will decline.

The spokesperson of the way of heaven, his strength is linked to the prehistoric.

Even though Hongjun will never be in harmony with the Dao with his body again, he still acts as the Dao of Heaven and controls the prehistoric world.

"Kill!"

"If you can't beat it, the deity will withdraw and find a new chaotic world."

Styx's words caused Hongjun and Tiandao to complain endlessly.

Like an angry little daughter-in-law.

I can't beat it again and again, it's so annoying!

"Forget it, I won't tease you anymore!"

"The chaotic ink unicorn, An Lan, the deity has already communicated with him."

"When necessary, he can shoot."

The chaotic ink unicorn, Hongjun had seen in the beastly calamity.

He is no less than Chen Beixuan, the existence of Immortal Bingfeng.

"Thank you fellow Daoist Styx!"

"As expected of No. 1 in the wilderness, it is thoughtful and admired by the poor."

Hongjun hurriedly poured a cup of tea for Styx.

The great god Styx can only come here respectfully.

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches have arrived, and it's time for a good show."

Styx looked excited, ready to watch the play.

.........

Luofengpo.

Pangu Yuanshen stood quietly on the ground.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches broke through the space and appeared in front of Sanqing.

"Meet the Father!"

The Twelve Patriarchal Witches didn't look closely, but just knelt down and saluted Pan Gu Primordial God respectfully.

After a while, Yuan Shi opened his mouth to remind them.

"This is the Pangu Primordial Spirit formed by the fusion of my Sanqing Primordial Spirit, not the real Pangu."

"Totally stupid."

With a look of disgust, Yuanshi looked down on the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Only then did Di Jiang and the others come to their senses.

The Pan Gu primordial spirit in front of him didn't have the slightest intelligence.

"Old man, what happened?"

The Twelve Patriarchal Witches were puzzled.

Father God's breath appeared, but it was like a dead body.

After a while, the Twelve Ancestral Witches finally understood.

Laozi told all about Pan Gu Yuanshen and their bloody battle with Emperor Jun Taiyi.

Although Sanqing and Zuwu both claim to be authentic Pan Gu.

But now that Sanqing's primordial spirit cannot be recovered, it has become a big problem.

I hope Zu Wu can think of a way.

"Why don't you try summoning Pangu's body."

Tong Tian blurted out, shocking everyone.

Is he going to resurrect Pangu?

The flesh body plus the primordial spirit, will Pangu really be resurrected?

Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi didn't believe it, but Twelve Ancestral Witch's eyes lit up.

"You don't want to come for real, do you?"