The rise of the prehistoric human race

Chapter 575 Strange Tianyuan Situation!
"Humph!"

Seeing such an abnormal situation, Jiang Shi naturally wouldn't let it go, and with one big hand, he grabbed the dark and fleeing willow, and he was bound to win.

This branch of the magic willow of ancestor Yangmei, as the core that supports Taoist Zhunti to act as if he was alive after death, will definitely bring Jiang Shi a lot of surprises.

But to Jiang Shi's surprise, the black wicker in front of him flew out of Taoist Zhunti's body, but it was like a phantom, not real, jumping back and forth in the void, and he couldn't catch it. To disappear!

"not good!"

It's not long since Jiang Shi stepped into the Hunyuan Realm. Although his force value has reached, all the corresponding methods are a bit inferior to those of those old ancestors. Facing such strange supernatural powers, he was a little caught off guard and difficult to deal with.

If this pitch-black wicker really fled away, not to mention what happened to Zhunti Taoist, the ancestor Yang Mei might know clearly. Ready!

"Fellow Daoist Jiang Shi, don't panic, let's look at the means of the poor."

Wang Quan Dao Zun An Zizai entered the years of Hunyuan to become supreme, which is far better than Jiang Shi, and in the Tianyuan Great World, there is also the blessing of the power of heaven, so the rich means are naturally not comparable to Jiang Shi.

Facing this black wicker that is not a real thing, but more like a law, carrying a ray of information, An Zizi stretches out his hand a little, and a sword light that is brighter and more galaxies shoots out from his sleeve, carrying a boundless starry sky. Completely block this world.

There is no way to go to heaven, and no way to go to earth!
"cut!"

An Zizai waved his finger sideways, and the sword light lingered under the starry sky with boundless sharpness, as if the deepest murderous intent was hidden in the most beautiful aurora.

This is King Quan Dao Sword, the well-deserved No. [-] divine sword in Tianyuan Great World!

boom!
Just like the sound of gold and stone, An Zizai, the sword that must hit, failed in vain in a huge collision of gold and iron.

The inescapable pitch-black wicker seemed to have suddenly turned into a peerless swordsman, swaying countless sword qi, entangled with the royal sword, one black and one white, and very distinct, clashing thousands of times between lightning and flint.

An Zizai's eyes suddenly shrank, revealing a strange color.

how can that be!

A wicker is nothing more than a black hair on one's body, it can fight back and forth with oneself, so how fierce is its original owner? !

But in the next moment, Jiang Shi let out a long roar, and punched the willow branch flying with his sword energy, and said in a deep voice: "You Daoist An, don't be fooled, this is only by burning the whole body of a saint's blood." The coming power is just a flash in the pan, and the owner of this thing is only mediocre."

An Zizai's rare old face blushed, and after careful sensing, he found that Jiang Shi's words were true, and that he, the Taoist priest of kingship, was almost bluffed, which was a bit embarrassing.

But now that the reality has been ascertained, the pitch-black wicker is naturally nothing to worry about. No matter the reality or reality, there is no escape. It will not help even if the boundless chaotic sword energy cuts through the void for thousands of miles, like ripples on the surface of water.

Even though this pitch-black wicker had used some kind of strange supernatural power to drain the essence and blood of Taoist Zhunti, it was still helpless in the face of two powerful fighters of the same realm at the same time, and he was weak in succession.

In the next moment, Jiang Shi was about to grab it into his palm, but with a vicious neigh like a poisonous snake, the pitch-black wicker suddenly ignited without fire, and turned into ashes in an instant, completely disappearing from the world. An Zizai, the two supreme saints were so close that they didn't have time to react.

Is this the end?
Jiang Shi and An Zizai looked at each other with rather ugly expressions on their faces, clearly revealing a sense of loss.

Both of them are outstanding people in the world, they shot together and expended a lot of energy, but they returned without success in the end. This feeling is really not good.

After a long time, An Zizai took back the starry sky, slowly let out a mouthful of foul air, and said in a low voice: "I didn't expect that I would see a fellow-supreme one day. It just fell in front of my eyes. This feeling is really amazing." I can’t explain clearly.”

Just as he was speaking, An Zizai's aura on this supreme being even fluctuated slightly, obviously a Hunyuan Dao Heart was quite turbulent and hard to hold on to.

It's no wonder that An Zizai, the supreme being, couldn't believe what happened in front of his eyes. The main reason was the fall of a saint. To be honest, the impact on An Zizai was too shocking!
Hundreds of billions of years after the creation of the Great Desolate World, and billions of years after the formation of the Dao of Heaven in the Great World of Tianyuan, except for a great god Pan Gu who fell into the great cause of opening the sky due to some unknown reasons, the two great worlds combined, Ming On the surface, a quasi-speaking Taoist died.

The Tianyuan Great World also has the common sense of being immortal, but today this common sense was completely shattered in front of An Zizai!

It turns out that the supreme being is also mortal, and when he dies, he will also have no dignity.

Jiang Shi was also silent for a while, and then he said half jokingly and half persuading: "Even one world may be destroyed, so what is really immortal in this world? Isn't the purpose of our generation of monks pursuing the Dao just to completely Detachment, Fellow Daoist An, you look alike. Besides, you must have died at the hands of others, what we saw before was just a living puppet."

"Huh, fellow Taoist Jiang Shi, you are right, the poor Taoist heart still needs to be cultivated."

An Zizai smiled slightly, and broke free from the disappointment, but her tone was still a little low, obviously it would take some time to get out of it completely.

It seems that this kind of power who jumped out of the long river of time and believed himself to be immortal, even the supreme saint, would lose his mind when he knew that he might still perish.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang Shi, this kind of trick that even the Supreme Saint can plot against is too frightening. This kind of person hides quietly near the Tianyuan world, and even the poor don't know about it. It's a disaster rather than a blessing."

But An Zizai is not an ordinary person after all, but the King Quan Taoist who overwhelms Tianyuan, he quickly adjusted his mind and said seriously.

To be honest, when Jiang Shi first captured Taoist Zhunti, he did have the idea of ​​killing people to silence him.

It is impossible to release Zhunti Taoist, let the tiger go back to the mountain, and report the news, but it is really possible that Jiang Shi himself died in the end. Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

But Jiang Shi also thought of a compromise, that is to send Zhunti Daoist to Leiyuanyu, let Thor Supreme be imprisoned on his behalf, and in the future, he might be able to replace Leishen Supreme to guard Leiyuanyu, killing two birds with one stone.

But when Jiang Shi discovered the faint dead energy hidden in Taoist Zhunti's body, everything was different.

A saint would be refined into a living puppet without knowing it!
Especially when Taoist Zhunti said that Patriarch Hongjun treated him well, both Jiang Shi and An Zizai showed unbearable expressions in their eyes.

To be honest, this end is really a bit miserable.

Only then did An Zizai understand why there was a hidden foreign supreme hiding in the Western Extreme Region, but no one knew about it, and even the will of heaven did not respond in the slightest.

Because this is not a living Supreme, but a Supreme Puppet that looks like a dead thing!
How can the will of heaven care about the existence of a dead thing?
Jiang Shi touched his chin, and said in a hesitant tone: "Refining a saint into a living puppet is such a big deal, the picture must be not small. Hundreds of clans are fighting for the top. Is it worth investing so much money? Is there anything we don't know about it? thing?"

When An Zizai heard this, he shook his head again and again: "Fellow Daoist Jiang Shi, I understand what you mean. But this battle between a hundred clans is just a fight for living space for the races, and even our supreme beings will not fight too much. The way of heaven is close , Racial luck, it is worth fighting for, but it is not worth fighting for a supreme being, how can there be such a big benefit in it. I can't figure it out, and the poor can't figure it out either."

Jiang Shi opened his mouth, but the thousands of words only turned into nodding, without exiting.

What is worthy of the two powerful ancestors Hongjun and Yangmei to break into the Tianyuan world at the expense of the saint Zhunti Daoist?
Jiang Shi thought about it, but he had some ideas, and the most likely thing was that one thing.

That is the will of heaven in the Tianyuan Great World!
Jiang Shi's crazy and terrifying idea is actually the most likely existence. After all, the ancestor Hongjun has a history of extermination, and only this kind of transcendent treasure is worthy of their two ancestors' plan. .

But Tianyuan Great World is so prosperous, there are so many supreme beings, and the will of heaven is so strong, where did Hongjun and Yang Mei have the courage?
At the beginning, the ancestor Hongjun planned the power of the heavenly way in the prehistoric world, but after hundreds of millions of years of planning, he did not hesitate to provoke three large calamities and secretly eradicate the brand of three thousand innate beings, so that he could grasp the power of the prehistoric heavenly way in his hands, and in the end he almost failed .

How many years have passed, and they dare to plot the Tianyuan Great World?

Not to mention anything else, in the Tianyuan Realm, even the Supreme Thunder God would be able to compete with the two of them.

Jiang Shi couldn't figure out the level at all.

Since he couldn't figure it out, he couldn't say such words.

One must know that Jiang Shi and Tianyuan Great World's Heavenly Will are not the same people, and even Jiang Shi secretly guards against Tianyuan Realm's Heavenly Dao.

If Hongjun and Yang Mei really had plans for Tianyuan Realm as Jiang Shi thought, then Jiang Shi would be more likely to take millet out of the fire and achieve his ultimate goal.

No, at least not right now.

"Fellow Daoist An, this time we are not rebelling in vain, at least we know what our goal is. Why don't you and I respond to all changes without change, and see what happens when hundreds of clans compete?"

Jiang Shi said in a deep voice: "As long as it is within the Tianyuan Realm, there must be no way to hide any conspiracies and tricks with your methods, fellow Daoist An."

An Zizai nodded in approval.

As long as they are in the Tianyuan Realm, these local supreme beings are immortal and blessed by the Dao of Heaven, even if foreign enemies come, they will not be afraid, and they can expel them at will.

If it is someone who can ignore the suppression of Tianyuan Realm's Heavenly Dao and attack. Such characters don't need any conspiracy and tricks, they just need to be tough.

"In that case, fellow daoist Jiang Shi, let's leave and wait and see what happens?"

"Okay, wait and see!"

After saying that, the two supreme saints cleaned the battlefield and completely wiped out the traces of the battlefield before leaving the Western Extreme Region.

In the long dark night of the Western Extreme Region, no one knew that a former supreme saint had quietly fallen here, without even a trace of it being found.

At the same time, in a strange place, where there is no sun, no moon, and no stars, it seems to be in the extreme darkness, an old voice, with shock and hesitation, shouted in a low voice: "Hongjun, old man The original willow branch fell in that world!"

(End of this chapter)