Prehistoric: When a good old man awakens to the evil system

"You still have tens of thousands of disciples from Jiejiao." Zhen Yuanzi reminded.

Tongtian still has tens of thousands of disciples from Jiejiao, so we cannot act recklessly.

After all, Hongyun still has Zhen Yuanzi. Tiandao will be afraid of the book in Zhen Yuanzi's hand and will not really kill Hongyun and make Zhen Yuanzi completely crazy.

But Tongtian is different. Once he angers Heavenly Dao and makes Heavenly Dao think of destroying him, Jiejiao's tens of thousands of disciples will become mermaid meat and be slaughtered and humiliated.

Tongtian hesitated. As Zhen Yuanzi said, he still had tens of thousands of disciples and was not qualified to fight against the way of heaven.

"Some of the disciples in my temple are injured." Zhen Yuanzi entrusted these disciples to Tongtian. This was also the reason why he asked Lu Ya to invite Tongtian.

Tongtian solemnly promised: "Don't worry, I will protect them."

Zhen Yuanzi nodded, waved his sleeves and cut through the void, heading to the top of Buzhou Mountain.

The top of Buzhou Mountain is the highest place in the ancient world, and it is also the most convenient place to communicate with the consciousness of heaven.

Zhen Yuanzi struggled in his heart. The book from the earth was his last trump card. No matter what, he could not destroy the prehistoric world.

But if you don't move the book, the way of heaven will not give in at all.

Therefore, Zhen Yuanzi chose Buzhou Mountain.

Buzhou Mountain together with the prehistoric world, when the public broke Buzhou Mountain, it was the red clouds that tied it up, so that Buzhou Mountain's pillars would not completely break.

Now, for the sake of Hongyun, if Heaven is not willing to let Hongyun come back, let Buzhou Shanzhu be completely broken!

However, when he really stood on Buzhou Mountain, Zhen Yuanzi couldn't bear it any more. If Buzhou Mountain fell, all living things in the ancient world would surely face catastrophe again.

Suddenly, everything on Buzhou Mountain stopped, and Zhen Yuanzi was pulled into nothingness by a force.

"Zhen Yuanzi, what are you going to do?" A majestic and angry voice echoed throughout the space.

"Take back the Saint of Heavenly Dao, Hongyun." Zhen Yuanzi was neither humble nor arrogant, staring firmly in one direction.

Tiandao suddenly made an angry voice: "Since you know that he is a saint of Tiandao, you know that he should comply with the destiny of heaven. I will decide whether he stays or goes!"

Zhen Yuanzi was not afraid at all and said loudly: "He is an independent creature and not anyone's pawn. You can only decide for yourself whether he will stay or go!"

Tiandao: "His soul is in my hands, and he relied on me to become a saint in the ancient times. Everything he had was given by me, but he betrayed me!"

Zhen Yuanzi: "You also used his power to supplement yourself, making your prehistoric world more prosperous!"

"Don't say that everything he has is what you have given him. Everything he has is a result of hard work, compassion, and benefiting all living beings!"

The surrounding air flow condensed instantly, and Zhen Yuanzi was also ready for a fight to the death.

Suddenly there was a loud noise, Zhen Yuanzi looked over and saw two figures, one black and one white, rushing in amid the firelight.

The murderous aura in the sky actually forced the way of heaven to retreat, and Zhen Yuanzi felt that the shocking and frightening aura around him had disappeared.

"What are you doing?" Tiandao's voice contained endless anger.

Hongjun and Luo Hou landed in front of Zhen Yuanzi, showing no fear of heaven.

Luo Hou turned around, fixed his gaze in one direction, and waved his sleeves violently.

There seemed to be countless fogs dispersed by Luo Hou in the void, gradually revealing a gloomy execution platform.

There are countless iron chains covered with golden runes on the execution platform, and Hongyun's soul is on the execution platform. The iron chains pass through several major joints of the body, sealing the five senses, hanging high, and shaking gently.

And where those chains passed through, there was still some faint starlight flowing out.