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

Seeing this, Zhunti quickly turned his head.

His face was full of resentment, like a widow who lost her husband.

Sand sculpture, silly.

At the same time, the nausea value is pulled to the fullest.

"Pindao will take your highnesses and the princess out."

Let's mention a saint, cheated and deceived, and put his posture very low.

The top ten Golden Crows are the children of Emperor Jun, so they are naturally the princes of the Yaozu.

Little Jinwu Taixi enjoys the position of princess.

These 11 people have had huge luck since they were born.

Some of these lucks come from the Yaozu.

There is also a part from the Styx.

Although Styx did not deliberately gather luck, this prehistoric luck was like a mangy dog, entangled with Styx, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Dijun is worrying too much, and I'm scaring you this time."

"You are the Taiyi Golden Immortals, what kind of disaster can you cause?"

"There are more than a thousand quasi-sages in the Demon Court, and countless Da Luo Jinxians. There are also Demon Emperors and Demon Emperors."

"In this prehistoric world, everyone, the sea is wide enough for fish to leap, and the sky is high for birds to fly."

Zhunti didn't care about the saint's face at all.

He saw a trace of worry in the eyes of the golden crows, so he persuaded them earnestly.

The most urgent thing is to get these three-legged Jinwu out of Tanggu as soon as possible.

After Zhunti finished speaking, the last trace of doubt in the hearts of the Golden Crows disappeared.

The old man with the white beard said exactly what he said.

As the overlord of the prehistoric world, the Demon Court is unrivaled.

"Pindao has opened the formation, you go out and play."

With a wave of Zhunti's hand, a gap was opened in the formation.

In silence, all the Golden Crows left the guardian formation.

Immediately, they used the technique of turning golden crow into rainbow, and flew leisurely towards the Great Desolate Continent.

Wherever it passes, the infinite sun and real fire sprinkle.

Trees withered, lives were devastated, and rivers evaporated.

Zhunti relied on the means of a saint, and Dijun and Taiyi didn't realize that something was wrong.

After Jinwu left, Zhunti transformed and returned to her original appearance.

Sallow and emaciated, skinny, and looked like he couldn't get enough to eat.

If the sage is like this, there is no one else.

"With Pindao's impetus, this lich's calamity is about to erupt completely."

Zhunti looked excited, looked at the direction where Jinwu was leaving, and muttered to himself.

"Haha, do you want to live for the disciple and grandson of the deity who are so calculated?"

A stern voice, full of murderous intent, resounded in Zhunti's ears.

"who is it?"

Zhunti was shocked, but he didn't expect that someone was still spying on him secretly.

wrong.

The disciple of the deity?

Jin Wu's father is Di Jun and Tai Yi.

Dijun Taiyi's master, isn't that exactly Styx?

not good!

The great god Styx is an existence on an equal footing with Daozu Hongjun.

At least, Zhunti thought so in his heart.

Now, it's over.

Poked a hornet's nest.

Is Pindao about to fall?

Ten thousand alpacas ran past in Zhunti's heart.

escape?

Can you escape?

Even if Zhun mentions sanctification, he thinks he won't be able to withstand Hongjun's move.

Although saints are immortal in all ways, the cost of resurrecting from the way of heaven is extremely high.

Zhunti is still reluctant to part with this body.

Since you can't escape, then hurry up and beg for mercy.

"Greetings to the lord, I must know that I was wrong."

"Please forgive me, I will chase the little Golden Crow back."

"Be merciful."

A snot and a tear.

Zhunti was terrified.