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

The human race is in disaster at this time,

Eleven Golden Crow left them a mess.

There are mountains of dead bodies, and ghosts hovering in the air, refusing to go to the sea of ​​blood for a long time.

"Friend Hongjun, what do you think?"

Styx still gnawed on the bear's paw, with an indifferent expression on his face.

Since the human race wants to become the protagonist of the world, they must go through the disaster they deserve.

The birth of the Golden Crow is nothing.

The real catastrophe has yet to come.

"The disciple of fellow Taoist has your demeanor."

"He has a deep foothold and extraordinary aptitude, why don't we hand over Taixi to the poor Taoist?"

"It just so happens that Pindao wants to take another apprentice."

Hongjun Daozu stroked his long beard and smiled slightly.

If the Styx River is completely tied to the warship Honghuang, Hongjun and Tiandao will have no worries.

If it wasn't for Minghe not being greedy for women, Hongjun would have given Yaochi to Minghe as a bed warmer.

Little loli, are you okay?

Hongjun himself is just a spokesperson for the Dao of Heaven, and his strength is average.

With a ruthless person like Styx, one must seek relationships.

"piss off."

"You are not worthy of your rubbish cultivation."

Styx gave Hongjun a critical blow.

Hongjun glanced at Styx resentfully.

Thinking about the good years of fighting together, Styx must have forgotten all about it.

Bah, scumbag!

The strange atmosphere rose again.

Fortunately, there are no rotten girls in Honghuang.

"Disperse!"

Styx gave a soft drink.

Those remnant souls were drawn by him and flew into the nether sea of ​​blood.

Mosquitoes are meat no matter how small they are.

When Hongjun saw Styx's actions, he also cast his magic power.

Infinite aura flew into the ground that was like charred charcoal.

In an instant, Lingcao Lingzhi emerged from the ground.

The plague of the human race was also completely wiped out by Hongjun.

"Go, let's go to the theater."

There is no power comparable to Styx in the prehistoric world.

The greatest pleasure of Styx can only be traveling and manipulating the calamity.

It's like stepping into retirement early.

Buzhou Mountain is hundreds of millions of miles away.

The Golden Crows finally stopped.

"The human race doesn't talk about martial arts, so they beat us up in groups. Fortunately, we escaped quickly."

Sanjinwu fluttered his wings in a heartbeat.

The other Jinwu also looked at the three Jinwu with distressed expressions.

They are Golden Crows, who are born to control the real fire of the sun, and their strength is extraordinary, but they are defeated by the human race.

"Now that we are in the territory of the Wu clan, let's be careful."

"Don't be as careless as before."

"Don't go near the center of Buzhou Mountain. There are ancestor witches there. If you go in, you won't be able to get out."

Da Jinwu said cautiously.

The Witch Clan is the sworn enemy of the Monster Clan.

Once we meet, either you will die, or I will live.

"Brother, why don't we go and slaughter some Wu tribes."

"We have the art of turning golden crow into rainbow, and ordinary big witches can't catch up with us at all."

"We'll go back to the Demon Court after the witch man is destroyed."

Jinwu Taixi rolled his eyes, looking weird.

"Good idea, let's go!"

All the Golden Crows flapped their wings and flew towards a Wu tribe.

Seeing that his younger siblings were so interested, Da Jinwu naturally did not stop him.

It has to be said that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.

These golden crows perfectly interpreted this sentence.

In the sky on the eleventh day, wherever the Golden Crow passed, countless creatures were scorched to death by the true fire of the sun.

All the way to the west, the Golden Crows came to a place.