Prehistoric: I am the Ten Cold River God, and I am buried in Tang San at the beginning

When Qingxu Daodezhen saw this scene, his heart felt like a hot iron. His whole body was weak and he could only swallow his saliva. If that force hit him directly, it would undoubtedly be fatal.

He muttered silently in his heart: "It's okay..."

Jianglong's eyes were as bright as fire and he asked Qingxu: "Why did you plot against us? We have never crossed paths, let alone enmity.

Come quickly. "

True Monarch Qingxu Daode was sweating profusely. He didn't know whether it was caused by the rain or nervousness. At this moment, he was tightly wrapped in fear and began to regret following Master Huanglong's plan. Faced with Jiang Long and Tang San Burial, the gap was huge and irreversible. .

Tang San Zang and Huang Long Zhenren fought fiercely on another battlefield, and they clearly had the upper hand. Huang Long Zhen Zhen's spells seemed immature and weak in front of Tang San Zhen, and there was no threat at all.

Tang Sanbian easily subdued his opponent. With just one blow, Master Huanglong fell into the dust. He clutched his chest and even begging for mercy became a luxury.

Tang San was carrying a heavy bronze coffin, approaching step by step, and stood in front of Master Huanglong. The coffin stood behind him, he tapped the coffin lid lightly, and a trace of evil light overflowed from the crack, shining directly on Master Huanglong's face.

"Stop! Stop."

Master Huanglong was horrified. He knew that once he was locked by the evil light, it would be the end of his life. No matter how small the coffin was, it would be ruthlessly torn apart and turned into a ball of flesh.

Fear caused him to lose his former majesty, leaving only the desire to survive.

"stop."

he hissed, unwilling to accept such a fate.

During the duel at Green Jade Peak, Immortal Huanglong almost raised the white flag. His voice trembled like tears as he asked, "Why on earth did you ambush us?"

The sense of urgency in these words was exactly the same as the tone of Dragon Subduing Immortal Lord!

Why is this so? How can it be explained in an instant? The current situation, no matter whether we take action or not, there is no turning back.

He never expected that his opponent was so powerful that he had no chance of winning.

Seeing the opponent's fist approaching his throat, Immortal Qingxu waved his hands anxiously: "Misunderstanding, it's all because you blocked their way..." A voice came from behind, and the two turned their heads, only to see Tang San carrying the unconscious Huanglong Immortal. Coming slowly, the man's face was covered with scars and extremely miserable. He fell to the ground with a dull sound.

"Your senior brother has confessed that your target is King Zhou of Shang Dynasty. You are afraid that we will destroy your plan to become a god. Is that so?"

Tang San was buried in a loud voice, and these words made Lord Jianglong Immortal stunned for a moment.

Become a god? What is this concept? Is it some kind of mysterious ritual? "Damn it..." Immortal Lord Qingxu was furious. The other party's tone was so casual that they easily leaked their secrets.

Nowadays, the secret has been exposed. The matter of becoming a god was originally kept secret and no one knew about it except within the three religions.

Now that these two opponents know about it, the consequences are unpredictable. It's like stealing a chicken but losing a handful of rice.

"Becoming a god?...It's quite interesting."

Immortal Lord Jianglong's eyes flashed with curiosity, and he turned to Immortal Lord Qingxu with a gloomy expression, "Tell me in detail what is going on with this conferred god."

In a corner of the maple forest, Immortal Master Huang Long and Immortal Lord Qingxu were leaning on the tree trunk side by side. The two of them were in a miserable state, beyond recognition.

Immortal Master Huanglong was lucky enough to be fine after being knocked unconscious, but Immortal Lord Qingxu suffered a harsh interrogation, and at this moment he even felt like his internal organs were about to be vomited out.

"Hey... Thousands of years of cultivation have been ruined in one moment. As one of the twelve golden immortals of Chanjiao, I have ended up in this situation, all because of these two monks."

Immortal Lord Qingxu sighed repeatedly.

Fortunately, the crisis was temporarily resolved, and the two left immediately after confessing, and their whereabouts are unknown.

He had no desire to explore this, and was just glad that he could still survive.

Immortal Chief Huang Long frowned and said: "Brother, what should we do next? The matter of becoming a god has become a fact. If they go to explain the teachings and the two of us tell the truth, I am afraid there will be a big disaster."

They are not willing to take on such a responsibility. Their original intention is to help their master remove obstacles and prevent Jie Jiao from causing trouble on the road to becoming a god, so that Chan Jiao can successfully win.

However, the current situation seems to be gradually out of their control. Once Long Xiang and Tang Xuanchen are involved, it may turn into an unpredictable fierce battle... and may even affect Lingxiao Palace, bringing unexpected consequences.

"No, this matter needs to be reported to Master as soon as possible. We cannot delay it any longer..."

"Report? Who will go? Junior brother, it's your turn to take action."

Long Xiang looked confused and secretly cursed Huang Yuanzhen for not knowing what was wrong.

"Hey."

Master Huang Yuan looked confused, and silently prayed a few words for Master Huang Long from the bottom of his heart.

"Are you having a short-circuit in your head? It was you who took the initiative to shoulder the pressure, but now you are shirking the responsibility? Besides, wasn't it also your suggestion to stop Long Xiang and Tang Xuanchen?"

Master Huang Long's cheeks were slightly hot, and he was filled with regret.

How could I have thought of such a bad idea! Now he was in a dilemma. How could he have the courage to report to his master? What a threat to Lingxiao Palace if Master knows about their actions. Removing the Twelve Immortals is a trivial matter, but being kicked out of the gate is not impossible!

This move cannot be taken lightly!

"That……"

"Why don't we stop here for a while and discuss countermeasures together."

The two sighed helplessly, leaned against the tree trunk, and fell into sleep.

We will discuss other problems after waking up...

On the way back to the central city, Long Xiang was thinking a lot, recalling the information he just heard from the two people from Lingxiao Palace.

"The Battle of the Gods? This means that there will be a turmoil among the three religions."

Long Xiang stroked his chin and whispered to himself.

"Amitabha, this is undoubtedly a catastrophe for mortals. They took advantage of the Shang and Zhou Dynasties to seek victory and ignored the lives of others. It is really despicable."

However, the source of this conferring of gods lies in heaven, and the intentions of the Haotian Jade Emperor are not yet clear.

Once the Order of the Gods is implemented, the entire prehistoric era will be plunged into a bloody storm.

"We must go back and inform King Zhou of Shang not to believe the lies of the Lingxiao Palace disciples, and we must stop the development of the situation as soon as possible."

Long Xiang has made up his mind.

Once the fire is allowed to spread, the consequences will be disastrous.

The present world has fallen into chaos, and no one can predict what the future will be like if it suffers from this calamity again.

And the mission they shoulder is to save all sentient beings in times of crisis. Isn't this the best time?

"Okay, let's set off immediately..."

They quickened their pace and devoted themselves wholeheartedly. At this moment, they no longer cared about the spiritual perception of the two Western Saints, and just wanted to return to Central City as soon as possible.

Not long after, they arrived at the city gate. Seeing that it was Long Xiang and Tang Xuanchen, the guards quickly opened the city gate respectfully to welcome their return.

The two hurriedly entered the hall, anxiously preparing to have a detailed discussion with King Zhou of Shang in order to eliminate all potential crises at the initial stage.

Making sure you don't let the interceptors get too close is the top priority.

However, as soon as the two stepped into the main hall and were about to speak, they stopped in shock.

In front of him, a young white-haired Confucian stood next to King Zhou of Shang. He saluted respectfully and opened his mouth slightly, as if whispering something.