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

Decades ago, the Master Tongtian and the Demon Lord Hongyun sent Yuanshi Tianzun to the list of gods. All the disciples of the teaching will never forget this hatred.

Now is the time for revenge. If the heads of Sanxiao and the Madonna of Wudang are given as gifts, then the leader of Tongtian will definitely feel worse than eating shit.

Yes, the battle at Jinjiling has been going on for several years.

Hongjun Daozu once issued a decree to the saints, within three years, the saints cannot participate in the struggle between Yin Shang and Da Zhou.

All of a sudden, two years passed in an instant.

The prehistoric era does not count the years, even if the fight is only a moment, but the coming and going takes a lot of time.

Now there is only less than a year left before the cut-off banquet.

During the cut-off banquet, the disciples of the Four Religions will definitely stop and go to the banquet.

"you dare?"

"Yun Xiao, Bi Xiao, Qiong Xiao, it seems that we are doomed today."

"But as long as we wait another year, Master will definitely save us."

The news that the saint will not be able to make a move within three years, because of Ksitigarbha, the Wudang Virgin and others have already known.

As long as the four of them can survive until the leader of the Tongtian sect takes action, there will be no danger to their lives.

Hearing this, Yun Xiao, Qiong Xiao, Bi Xiao and the others didn't have any relaxed expressions on their faces.

They are all at the end of their strength now, how can they last so long.

On Yin Shang's side, Yang Jian was seriously injured, and the only remaining combat power was Xiao Tiangou.

On the side of Chanjiao, there are still ten peak Daluo Jinxians.

"Antarctic fairy, don't even think about it."

"My Devil's Cult and the Jiejiao are allies. As long as I, Yang Jian, have breath, then you can't kill the Madonna of Wudang and the others."

At this moment, Yang Jian appeared holding a three-pointed two-edged knife.

His face was a little pale, but Da Luo Jinxian's aura was not weak at all, and Xiao Tiangou also appeared in front of Yang Jian.

"Sorry, Yang Jian is late."

"Just now I was attacked by the grandson of the Antarctic Immortal, and was seriously injured. Fortunately, I used the secret code of the Devil's Cult in time to barely recover from my injuries."

"It's just a pity for the Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit."

With that said, Yang Jian bowed his hands to the Madonna of Wudang and the others.

"It's good that fellow daoists can show up."

The Holy Mother of Wudang felt the pressure drop suddenly, and she had seen the scene where Yang Jian was hit by the whip, so she didn't feel suspicious.

She was very excited about Yang Jian's appearance.

"Great!"

Yang Jian showed a kind smile, but the corners of his mouth tilted upward without leaving any trace.

That's right, the serious injury is real, and the trap is also real.

Yang Jian was hit hard by the Antarctic Immortal Whip with a divine whip, so as to temporarily leave the battlefield, so that the Antarctic Immortal could attack the Wudang Virgin and others.

Not surprisingly, the Holy Mother of Guiling died under the calculation.

Yang Jian, on the other hand, activated the Demon Cult's secret code, completely recovering from his injuries.

Just now, Yang Jian had received the news from Shen Gongbao that King Zhou had broken through the early stage of Zhunsheng and was about to arrive at Jinjiling.

"King Zhou is coming soon, we just need to hold on for a while."

Yang Jian's spiritual thoughts appeared in the minds of the Madonna of Wudang, Yun Xiao, Qiong Xiao, and Bi Xiao, and they felt as if they had been injected with chicken blood in an instant.

The Jiejiao and the Devil's Cult, but those who know the true combat power of King Zhou, are invincible existences under quasi-sages.

"He has broken through the quasi-sage, and none of the others can escape."

At the critical moment, Yang Jian added another sentence.

As soon as this remark came out, the Holy Mother of Wudang felt no pressure at all.

In today's battle, the quasi-sage can completely reverse the situation.

"What are you plotting, why don't you come and die?"

"Late will change, kill them quickly."

Boy Baihe had a bad premonition in his heart, so he hurriedly said to everyone.

At the same time, Baihe Boy cast his body, turned into a crane with a million feet, and killed towards Yunxiao.

The Antarctic Immortal, Puxian Daoist... Seeing this, they also rushed to attack. In an instant, endless battles broke out in Jinji Ridge.

"This crane, leave it for the widow to cook dinner."

Suddenly, a figure of a million feet appeared, his palm stretched out, and his magic power was boundless, rushing out like an eternal river.

He was extremely domineering, and he shot directly without dragging his feet.

"We, pay homage to the king!"

Everyone on Yin Shang's side recognized that figure, which was King Zhou, the master of Yin Shang.

The sound shook the sky, and the morale of Yin Shang soldiers was high, and they worked harder to kill the Da Zhou soldiers in front of them.

Raising the knife and falling with the hand, raising the knife and falling with the hand, so happy.

The spirit shocked the world, the world trembled because of King Zhou, and the strength of Zhunsheng's early stage broke out without reservation.

Guang Chengzi and Medicine Master Buddha's hearts trembled, and they suddenly felt something was wrong.

King Zhou, when did he break through and become a quasi-sage?

"No!"

The white crane boy flapped his wings, trying to escape.

But the palm of King Zhou had already come behind him.