Prehistoric: Starting from Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains

The Immortal Killing Sword Formation cannot be broken except by the Four Saints. This means that when the Immortal Killing Formation comes out, at least five saints will participate in the battle.

When the Zhuxian Sword came out, the sound of war rang out in all the worlds and billions of time and space. The ancient world was turbulent, and countless big figures and big forces started underground activities.

The biggest reaction was from the human race.

This calamity originally broke out among the human race. The Saint War is taking place on the territory of the human race. No one can guarantee that the Sage War will not affect Chiyu.

In the Fire Cloud Cave Sky, the two Holy Emperors Shennong and Xuanyuan looked worried, and the palace was filled with gloom and mist.

"The Conferring God Tribulation has finally reached this point. The previous fights were just children's play."

The Holy Emperor Shennong sighed.

Although the two saints Taishang and Yuanshi did not disclose the plight of the Tongtian leader to the outside world, the saint's intuition told him that this calamity was not simple.

"In the last calamity, the Twelve Gods and Evil Capital Heaven Formation fought against the Zhoutian Star Formation. Only two saints had the level of combat power, and the roots of heaven and earth were interrupted. The world collapsed. Five saints were fighting in one place. I don't know what it was like. scene."

Emperor Xuanyuan's eyes were filled with deep worry.

His thoughts drifted back to the prehistoric times.

At that time, all races in the prehistoric era were madly targeting the human race, imposing various economic, food, and resource sanctions. He could only watch helplessly, hiding under the protection of his elders, unable to do anything.

Now, as a saint, he felt this way again.

Even if he risked his life, he could not stop the battle between the five saints. In the final analysis, his strength as a human saint is weaker than that of a heavenly saint. Even if he goes to the battlefield, it will only increase the scale of the calamity.

After thinking about it, Shennong Holy Emperor said this. He didn't know whether he was comforting Emperor Xuanyuan or comforting himself.

"The Zhuxian Sword Formation must be broken by the Four Saints. Taoist Taoist Tongtian's attainments far exceed Luo Hu's. Even the Four Saints may not be able to break the Zhuxian Sword Formation. As long as there is a battle in the Zhuxian Sword Formation, it will not cause much damage to the ancient land. of destruction.”

"I don't think so!"

At this time, a huge, ethereal, dusty voice sounded in the hall, and then, a ball of divine light came down and suspended in the void.

In an instant, the main hall turned into a sea of ​​imperial energy. Endless innate runes fell down, and the wind, rain, thunder and lightning of the heaven, earth, mountains, rivers and mountains were interpreted.

The two Holy Emperors were overjoyed when they saw this divine light. They stood up and saluted to the divine light.

"See God the Father!"

As the two holy emperors bowed down, a middle-aged emperor wearing a black robe, a necklace of animal teeth around his neck, and a gossip in his hand appeared.

This person is none other than Holy Emperor Fuxi.

Lonely Yin does not give birth, solitary Sun does not grow. Saint Nuwa created human beings. She had already borrowed the essence and blood of Saint Emperor Fuxi to become a male.

Later, Holy Emperor Fuxi parted ways with Di Jun and Taiyi for the sake of the human race, and created three incarnations of the Chao clan, the Suiren clan, and the Zhenyi clan to educate the human race and ignite the initial spark of civilization in the human race.

Therefore, to the human race, Fuxi is not only the Holy Emperor, but also the Father God.

"No gift!"

Holy Emperor Fuxi came down and sat on the seat in the center of the hall.

"I have been in seclusion for 90,000 years, using the innate eight trigrams to calculate the future. This time, my human race will be in catastrophe."

As soon as Holy Emperor Fuxi opened his mouth, the two Holy Emperors Shennong and Xuanyuan became very nervous.

The human race's transfer of elites to the Fire Cloud Cave does not mean abandoning the human race in the prehistoric times. The human race just wants to get rid of the shackles of the saint's thoughts and let the human race have its own thoughts.

The people in the prehistoric times are also their descendants and their clansmen.

"How serious is it?"

Emperor Xuanyuan asked.

Holy Emperor Fuxi closed his eyes and said seriously: "It will not be less than the calamity when the Lich measures the calamity."

"What?!"

The two Holy Emperors lost their composure.

The lich measured the calamity, the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, and the weak water of the Nine Heavens fell from the sky, cleansing the earth.

That time, 90 out of every 100 people drowned. The human race has never been so miserable.

Even when the Lich massacred the human race, it escaped siege many times because of the protection of Holy Emperor Fuxi.

"Father God, how should we respond? How about moving all the people in the wild to the Fire Cloud Cave?"

Holy Emperor Shennong asked nervously. This was the only way he could think of.

Holy Emperor Fuxi shook his head: "The prehistoric era is a place where luck gathers. If we lose the prehistoric era, we will lose our luck. By then, even the Fire Cloud Cave may collapse."

"this"

Holy Emperor Shennong was speechless.

In order to become the protagonist of the world, the human race has shed so much blood and sacrificed so many people. It would be a pity to just give up.

Moreover, in the critical period of the formation of the human world, it is inseparable from the luck in the prehistoric times.

Holy Emperor Fuxi said: "The only thing we can do is to summon all the masters in the clan, enter the land of Jiuzhou, and prepare in a tight formation. When the calamity becomes out of control, we will move the affected clansmen around Dongtian Paradise. Hopefully, with the help of Dongtian Paradise With good luck, our human race can survive this catastrophe.”

"Father God is wise!"

The two Holy Emperors nodded slightly and cupped their hands.

Gududu, Gududu!

In the center of the ancient wilderness, north of Buzhou Mountain, there was a vast sea of ​​blood. The sea of ​​blood is a place where the hostility, evil spirits, and bad luck from heaven and earth gather.

The sea of ​​blood is boundless and vast, even compared to the four seas in the southeast, northwest and northwest.

In the Palace of the Netherworld, the master of the Blood Sea, the Ancestor Styx, was smiling and talking to the Ancestor Jidu.

Ancestor Jidu, this old monster, would feel uncomfortable if he didn't do anything for a day. No, after pushing Tongtian Cult Master to the edge of becoming a demon, he came to the sea of ​​blood again and continued to attract people to become a demon.

"The fortune of the Immortal Way has reached its peak. Unless you can replace one of the four Taoist religions, you will never become a saint. Only the Demonic Way can help you."

"But senior, there are no saints in the devil's path. Even if the junior wants to become a saint, no one can resist the saint for the junior."

Ancestor Minghe had experienced the power of Ancestor Jidu a long time ago.

Ancestor Jidu not only has unfathomable magical power, he also cultivates a strange magical power and possesses three Dharma Appearances whose combat power is no less than his own.

Ancestor Styx knew in his heart that he was definitely no match for the opponent.

Ancestor Jidu looked up at Ancestor Minghe and smiled meaningfully: "What if I told you that one day, the saint will leave the prehistoric world?"

Ancestor Styx suddenly paused, looking a little shocked: "Senior, do you really mean what you said?"

Ancestor Jidu was not in a hurry, he said slowly.

"It's only a matter of time before the saints leave the ancient world. If Xuanmen wants to continue to grow, the saints must leave. If they don't leave, Xuanmen's luck will only be concentrated on them. Only if they leave can their disciples become quasi-sages. In the later stage, there is even the hope of quasi-sage perfection.”

When Ancestor Minghe heard this, he suddenly couldn't make up his mind.

If the saint really left the primitive world, he would have nothing to fear.

He asked himself, among the saints, except Gonggong who was trapped in Buzhou Mountain and Kunpeng Ancestor in Beiming, no one could compete with him.

Immortal Zhenyuan looks powerful, but in fact he is just a turtle with a hard shell and a serious lack of attack and killing capabilities.

"We'll wait and see what this calamity is like!"

Ancestor Jidu said calmly, as if he already had a plan in mind. (End of chapter)