Honghuang: I am the Chaos Pearl, and Hongjun is nothing.

Although he didn't understand Hongjun's true thoughts, he was relieved that Hongjun didn't fight.

Because Pangu's true body has a huge flaw, that is, it does not last long, and they must fight quickly, otherwise it will fall apart.

He didn't know how much cultivation Hongjun had, but being able to become a saint of heaven was certainly extraordinary. He wasn't forced to a desperate situation, and he didn't want to sacrifice Pangu's true form.

Since Hongjun doesn’t want to fight, it’s exactly what he wants!

"It's okay not to fight, but Mount Buzhou is the territory of the Wu clan, and outsiders are not allowed to enter. Do you agree?"

Although he wants to stop the war, Dijiang needs to gain enough benefits.

He wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to turn Mount Buzhou into the back garden of the ancestral witch!

Without the permission of his witch clan, no one is allowed to enter, let alone build a dojo there, or even travel to hunt for treasures!

As soon as these words came out, my face instantly darkened.

If this happens, won't they never be able to take a step into Mount Buzhou?

As the backbone of Pangu, Mount Buzhou is as vast as a whole world, full of opportunities.

If we lose this place to travel and look for opportunities, wouldn’t these primitive creatures lose a lot?

Everyone, including Duke Dong, shouted in their hearts, never agree!

But how could Hongjun care about what they thought.

Moreover, the Wu clan will soon fall apart under his plan, Buzhou Mountain will lose all its luck, and his plan will succeed.

"Easy to say, easy to say!"

"That's it, I'll go!"

Although Hongjun agreed, Di Jiang also knew that whether he could hold Buzhou Mountain would depend on his own strength.

If you are strong, no one will dare to touch you. On the contrary, you will be bullied everywhere.

He didn't care that Hongjun left. Even though he was a saint, he was not taken seriously by the ancestral witch.

Looking at Prince Dong, Di Jiang shouted coldly.

"You're not leaving yet? Do you want to stay here forever?"

"And you, why don't you get out?"

Zhu Rong roared, and immediately sent the stunned immortal soldiers flying away in the distance.

Countless casualties!

When Duke Dongwang saw this, his face suddenly became dull.

However, after seeing the majestic Pangu's true form, he suddenly withered.

He snorted coldly, turned around and left.

Laozi, Yuanshi, Zhunti, Jieyin and other quasi-sage greats saw that the situation was over, and they all left in disgrace.

Below, the broken army of Immortal Court saw this and flew away dejectedly.

When they arrived, there were seven million of them, all in uniform order and with the same momentum as before!

When I left, I had more than one million people, all in pieces, in rags, and without any momentum at all!

"It's over, it's over, it's a good show, it's really enjoyable!"

At the same time, the prehistoric starry sky.

Emperor Jun and Taiyi suddenly looked shocked when they saw that the Wu clan had forced all the saints back.

Although Hongjun has never shown the power of a saint, Di Jun has no doubt about his powerful ability.

He even planned to set up a big star formation next week to help the ancestral witches tide over the difficulties.

Unexpectedly, Pangu's true body actually scared Hongjun away.

The war hasn't started yet, but it makes people excited.

The Wu clan wiped out six million enemies this time, which can be said to be a great victory!

Although the demon tribe was a spectator throughout the entire process, they were still proud of it!

"The Witch Clan is indeed the race trained by Master. It's amazing!"

Taiyi, Fuxi and others were also full of praise and emotion.

Kunpeng smiled falsely, but he was thinking in his heart, why did Saint Hongjun retreat without a fight?

It’s not necessarily impossible to beat it, right?

The sage’s calculation is so thought-provoking!

"There are still three thousand years left, and Zixiao Palace will preach. Where should I go?"

Below, at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

"Woo witch witch!"

Seeing Xianting retreating, the men of the Wu clan immediately raised their arms and cheered, and the shouts were loud.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were also very happy to be restored to their original bodies.

"Everyone, please gather at Pangu Temple. The Wu Clan will hold a banquet to entertain you!"

"Haha... They say that the purity of the fairy wine brewed by the Wu clan is very good. I, Tongtian, want to see it today!"

"In that case, then I also want to join in the fun!"

"Then let's all go to the Wu Clan to get together!"

Yuan Feng waved her slender hand and made a decision.

"Thank you, Master, for helping me!"

The gods walked into Pangu Temple happily.

From then on, a vigorous war came to an end with the Wu clan's complete victory.

For a long time, the prehistoric world has been talking about the Witch Clan and Pangu's true form.

Everyone stopped talking about crusading against the Wu clan, and they no longer dared to set foot in Buzhou Mountain. Buzhou Mountain has become a forbidden land for all races in the wild.

Time passed quickly, and thousands of years passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, somewhere in Buzhou Mountain, in a deep cave, a figure slowly opened his eyes!

A flash of light illuminated the figure.

It was the ancestral dragon that was blasted into Buzhou Mountain.

"Hey, I, Yuan Shi, and that idiot Prince Dong, you didn't expect that in the end, my ancestor dragon got the benefit."

Zulong said to himself, without losing the proud look on his face.

It turned out that Zu Long understood from the very beginning that they would not get any relief from this battle.

Moreover, he never really wanted to take refuge in Immortal Court from the beginning, and he never even thought about taking refuge in Immortal Court.

He didn't even take a fancy to the treasure unearthed in Buzhou Mountain.

His target was a treasure discovered by dragon creatures in Buzhou Mountain.

That is a treasure related to whether his ancestor dragon can attain enlightenment!

In front of the enlightenment, even the innate treasure must stand aside!

Once his ancestor dragon attains enlightenment and becomes a saint of heaven, any treasure will be his and no one can take it away.

Therefore, Zulong took the opportunity to come up with a golden cicada escape plan, and used the power of the half-step Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal to send himself into Buzhou Mountain.

As for being injured, that didn't exist at all. He was an Ancestral Dragon, the pinnacle of quasi-sage, so how could he be injured.

In this way, he can get his chance.

Zu Long thought proudly, then raised his eyebrows and looked at his target.

It was a small, green tree that was only three feet in size.

The aura of pure sharpness and innate treasure was released from the small tree.

In fact, the entire cave is filled with the aura of hobs!

There are three fruits growing on the small tree.

Presenting three colors: cyan, blue and yellow.

Its shape is like a bean!

Strands of pure sword light spread out from it, stirring up the void around it.

Seeing this, Zulong looked ecstatic.

"It's actually the level of innate treasure, it's simply unbelievable!"

It has been more than thirty kalpas since the founding of the ancient world. It is truly astonishing that an innate treasure has evolved.

At this time, this innate treasure has finally evolved. If Zulong does not seize the time, he will fall short.

Zulong looked at the fruits on the small tree and suddenly said.

"The Heavenly Sword Appears!"

"The earth knife appears!"

"The sword appears!

I saw that the treasure that had been here for who knows how long suddenly started to tremble.

Then, three beans-like fruits exploded one after another.

Three sword-shaped spiritual treasures of different colors, one foot three inches in size and as thin as cicada wings, appeared in Zulong's hand.

As soon as the Lingbao was acquired, Zulong obtained the message within it.

"Tsk tsk, the wait was really not in vain, there are actually three innate treasures with forty-eight innate spiritual taboos!"

"In this way, I will definitely be able to use it to chop out the three corpses and merge them into one, becoming a saint of heaven!"

Zu Long couldn't help but think excitedly!

Without any hesitation, he directly put it away solemnly.

When I looked up again, I found that the small tree had withered and quickly disappeared.

Seeing this, Zulong cupped his hands and turned to leave.

However, when he got outside, he suddenly counted on his fingers and found that there were still a thousand years left for the lecture in Zixiao Palace, and it was about to begin. Then he suddenly disappeared from where he was, but headed straight for the sky.

Little did he know that if he climbed thousands of miles upward, he would see a majestic figure sitting cross-legged on the top of Mount Buzhou.

That was his biggest opportunity, but it was a pity that Zulong missed it.

Xianting's crusade against the Wu clan was ultimately defeated, but Li Song didn't know about it.

Because at this moment, he is sparing no effort to refine Buzhou Mountain!

As time flies, Li Song's refining of Buzhou Mountain has reached the most critical moment.

At this moment, Li Song's aura was majestic and magnificent, and the Tao rhyme was flowing around him, weaving a mysterious web of Tao around him, making Li Song at this moment almost submerged by the ocean of Tao.

Vaguely.

A majestic, towering, majestic mountain slowly emerged behind him.

Although it is just a shadow now, it still makes people feel extremely oppressive.

At this moment, the aura on Li Song's body was also terrifying.

If there is a living being here, you will be deeply shocked by just one look at him. If your Taoist heart is unstable, your body will explode and die.

At the same time, the pressure on Li Song has also reached a terrifying level. It seems that as long as he feels it, he will

If pressed directly, the body may even explode.