Rebirth of Fantasy God

Finding it difficult to fight three alone, Wang Yan took the attack and forced his consciousness back to his body from the void. In the short few seconds of contact, Wang Yan's consciousness suffered a big loss under the joint siege of Zulong, Yuanfeng and Shi Qilin.

Wang Yan's temporary retreat directly caused Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shi Qilin to misunderstand. They thought that the human race was really in decline. Even the Human Emperor, who was once extremely talented and suppressed them in both cultivation and magic weapons, had been caught up by them in strength.

Of course, Wang Yan would not suffer such a big loss, and he also wanted to buy some preparation time for the human race, so he immediately decided to keep the three spiritual clones of Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shiqilin. After the spiritual clones were killed, even with the help of natural treasures, Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shiqilin would need at least three to four years to recover from their injuries.

Wang Yan rushed out of the Hall of Supreme Harmony and came to the sky above the imperial palace. A huge image of Wang Yan appeared above the prehistoric land. It was Wang Yan's magical power to control the heavens and the earth.

Although Wang Yan was extremely powerful at the moment, and his combat power had skyrocketed several times with the blessing of the Law of Heaven and Earth, his attack at this moment was still unable to reach the consciousness of the Ancestral Dragon, the Original Phoenix, and the First Qilin. However, Wang Yan had already anticipated this and thought of a way to deal with it. His cultivation could not yet break through the barrier of reality and illusion, but if Pangu's Dharma image took action, he could directly ignore all gaps and attack enemies in any dimension. This was the weight of these two words "Pangu".

Following Wang Yan's summons, the Nine Cauldrons scattered across the nine territories of the human race left the hall where they were worshipped by the local ancient dynasty, traveled through space, and appeared around Wang Yan.

Under Wang Yan's control, the Nine Cauldrons began to arrange in a very mysterious order. At the same time, the Chaos Green Lotus, the God-killing Spear and the Seven Treasures Tree flew out of Wang Yan's consciousness. The Nine Cauldrons plus two innate spiritual treasures and the Chaos Green Lotus formed the basis of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Array, encircling the consciousness of the Ancestral Dragon, the Original Phoenix and the First Qilin in the middle.

The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Array set up this time was still mainly based on the Nine Cauldrons, with the Chaos Green Lotus as the balancer, and the God-killing Spear and the Seven Treasures Tree to fill the gaps left by the Nine Cauldrons. Each magic weapon exuded a mysterious aura, which under the transformation of the Chaos Green Lotus began to transform into the auras represented by the Twelve Ancestral Witches. The twelve evil spirits echoed with each other, and the rising Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Array was extremely perfect, directly isolating the space in the array from the prehistoric world.

The pressure of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Array enveloped the entire prehistoric world, and the light shot straight into the sky.

Wang Yan stood in the center of the formation and shouted loudly: "Zu Long, Yuan Feng, Shi Qilin! Today I will kill one of your spiritual clones, so that you will know that my human race's imperial city is not something you can come to whenever you want. If you come, you must be prepared to stay here forever!"

Wang Yan's voice, under the blessing of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, spread like thunder to every corner of the prehistoric world. Even the original bodies of Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shiqilin, even though they were in their own clan lands and protected by multiple formations, felt the power of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation that was in operation. In addition, the sudden loss of contact with the divine consciousness that was sent out to investigate the cause and effect of being spied on made them have a bad premonition.

Zulong, Yuanfeng and Shi Qilin had the same thought in their minds almost at the same time. After that man came back, everything seemed different. How could the suppressed feeling from a hundred thousand years ago seem to be surfacing?

Regardless of how the Ancestral Dragon, Yuan Phoenix, and Shi Qilin who were staying in their clan's territory would react to him cutting off a wisp of their spiritual consciousness, Wang Yan directly activated the Chaos Green Lotus. At the same time, the Nine Cauldrons, the God-killing Spear, and the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree also began to replace the Twelve Ancestral Witches and release evil spirits. With the activation of these evil spirits, the aura in the Twelve Capitals of Heavenly Gods and Demons Array became even more terrifying.

The Chaos Green Lotus is indeed a Chaos-level magic weapon. Legend has it that it gave birth to Pangu. Under the transformation of the Chaos Green Lotus, the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Array seems to be controlled by the Twelve Ancestral Witches themselves.

As the aura of the formation became more and more powerful, the evil spirits between heaven and earth were also gathered. The evil spirits that arose from the first catastrophe in the prehistoric world became the best nourishment for the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation. In just a moment, the evil spirits within the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation were condensed to the extreme.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change. When the evil energy in the formation condensed to the extreme, the violently rotating evil energy in the formation suddenly stagnated and disappeared without a trace in an instant. Then a huge figure with an unclear face appeared in the formation. The incredible thing was that the figure did not appear abruptly at all, as if it had always been there.

Wang Yan looked at the figure and knew that the Twelve Heavenly Demons Array he had set up with the twelve magic weapons was not in its strongest state. What appeared this time was just a body with Pangu's power. The Twelve Heavenly Demons Array he had set up this time was still far from the conditions that Pangu had said he could summon him a second time.

Even so, Pangu's phantom in its current state is more than enough to deal with a few quasi-saints' spiritual clones.

At first, when the spiritual clones of Zulong, Yuanfeng and Shiqilin realized that they had lost contact with their original bodies, they did not panic but remained confident. After all, there was no one strong enough in the prehistoric world who could defeat the three of them combined.

The three spiritual clones just calmly watched Wang Yan perform his methods. They firmly believed that no matter what methods the Human Emperor used, they were nothing more than clown-like and ridiculous actions. Even if there were methods that could hurt them, they could not be used in a short time.

As for the method that takes a lot of time to use, they, as the spiritual clones of the original body, are very clear about the original body's character. The original body will not generously give the Human Emperor this preparation time. I believe that when their respective original bodies found that they had lost contact with them, they had already rushed over to confirm the situation at the fastest speed.

In the ancient world, Zulong, Yuanfeng and Shiqilin have joined forces. Who can be their opponent?

The moment Pangu's shadow appeared, the spiritual clones of Zulong, Yuanfeng and Shi Qilin were completely panicked. They didn't know whose spiritual consciousness this blurry figure belonged to, but deep in their hearts, the chill that kept emitting from them at that moment could not be suppressed no matter what. This meant that there was only one possibility, that the origin of this figure was more noble than their three innate clans, and his strength was even more powerful.

Wang Yan wanted to give Zulong, Yuanfeng and Shi Qilin an effective deterrent. What could be more shocking than killing their spiritual clones with great force? So after Pangu's phantom appeared, Wang Yan directly controlled the formation, allowing Pangu's phantom to turn his hand into an axe and swing it three times at a certain position in the void.

When Pangu's phantom took action, there was no accident. The spiritual clones of Zulong, Yuanfeng and Shi Qilin were directly killed on the section of causal line that they had been attached to. That section of causal line was also directly cut off by Pangu's phantom.

Ancestral Dragon, Yuan Phoenix and Shi Qilin, who were rushing towards the human imperial city, all stopped after Pangu's attack. The next moment, three terrifying auras came from the void, filled with anger and shock.

"Damn it! How dare someone hurt my clones!"

"Who on earth is it? So bold!"

Yuan Feng and Shi Qilin roared in unison, while Zulong remained silent, looking silently in the direction of the human imperial city, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Although Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shiqilin were angry, they still cautiously stopped their steps towards the human imperial city.

At this time, Wang Yan stood in the human race's imperial city and felt the powerful aura coming from afar. His huge Dharma image shouted at high speed: "Zulong, Yuanfeng, Shiqilin, since you are here, why don't you come and see us."

As Wang Yan's voice fell, Zulong, Yuanfeng and Shi Qilin, who had originally stopped moving, no longer hesitated, and once again activated their escape techniques, rushing towards Wang Yan. The first great catastrophe of the prehistoric world was about to break out. As the patriarchs of their respective races, their every move affected the fortune of the entire race. If they retreated this time, then in the future, when the people of their own race saw the human race, they would inherently be inferior in momentum.

Setting out again, Zulong, Yuanfeng and Shi Qilin no longer rushed recklessly like before and went to the meeting alone, but instead tacitly called their race's innate magic weapons that suppressed their luck to their sides, made sufficient preparations for themselves, and headed towards the human imperial city with a mighty force.

For a moment, in the prehistoric world, four huge pressures spread over the heads of all prehistoric creatures.