The rise of the prehistoric human race

Chapter 602 The Siege from the Great Desolation!
"Old friend, long time no see!"

This cry seemed to penetrate the world and the void, and the four saints who fought in the chaos could naturally hear it clearly.

Old friends, of course it won't be the old friends of these three foreign masters, this can be imagined with toes.

It goes without saying whose old friend it is.

You Lan, the master of death, glared fiercely at his comrade-in-arms, the master of terror, with his eyes of death, and then wanted to slap himself.

What's really wrong? In this weird big world, a fourth master has really jumped out!

The master of terror is really a pig, Gan!
Could it be that when did his domain of the law of death occupy the authority of the supreme law of "crow's mouth" without his knowledge?

Before the Lord of Death could deeply reflect on himself, and whether he should say less in the future, a sword cry sounded from above the wilderness, and a sword light that seemed to be arrogant in the world suddenly flew from Biyou Palace on Golden Turtle Island in the East China Sea. Get up, just go back and forth in the void and chaos like this, excited.

"Hey!"

In the void and chaos, at the edge of the world, a Taoist in Tsing Yi stretched out his hand and gently took the Qingping sword, brushed the sword slowly, feeling the grievance of this old friend who had accompanied him for countless years, and said with a smile: "Don't cry, cry, I will teach Zhibao, why is it in this posture."

As soon as the words fell, the Taoist in Tsing Yi held the Qingping sword and smiled heartily at Jiang Shi: "Daoist Jiang Shi, long time no see! The poor Taoist did not break the promise after all, and you can't escape that fine wine!"

"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Tongtian, long time no see! Don't worry, there's enough wine, we won't go home until we're drunk!"

Jiang Shi was also very excited, seeing his friend goodbye, he wished he could drink three thousand cups on the spot, so as to quench the joy in his heart.

"Don't worry, fellow Taoist Jiang Shi, where did this rat come from, dare to offend me!"

Sensing the tragedy of the prehistoric state and the tragedy of cutting off teaching, the Master Tongtian had murderous looks in his eyes, so he naturally knew who was the culprit.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang Shi, wait for the two of us to kill all the enemies, and then have another drink! You can't be bullied by the prehistoric world, and you can't be bullied by cutting off the teaching. These people deserve to die!"

There are not many people who can make Master Tongtian show murderous intentions, and it can even be said to be very few.But these three saints who appeared out of nowhere in front of him really aroused his murderous intentions.The Qingping sword in his hand sensed the intention of the master, and the same murderous intent burst out, and with a soft cry, a chaotic sword qi slashed towards the three masters.

Only in the hands of the Master Tongtian can the Qingping Sword be as majestic as the Four Swords of Jade Immortals!

"Hmph, arrogant!"

The master of death shook the bone spear, shattered the sword energy, and shouted coldly: "You are only two people, we are three people, don't you understand which side has the upper hand? Come and die, isn't this side There is still a master hidden in the world!"

As soon as the words fell, the Lord of Death was about to fight again, killing him with blood flowing into rivers, but in that prehistoric world, there was another indifferent voice, but with a bit of a low voice: "Tongtian"

The pace of Death Lord's attack came to an abrupt end, and the expression on his face was indescribable. Difficult?

Anyway, it's the kind of expression like constipation, you know.

Damn it, there is still a ruler hidden in this world!
Why are you hiding so deeply?Why not come out sooner!

If you come out earlier, there won't be so many things to do. In a vast world with five masters, they will only follow the terrorist master to do things when they are full.

This is not called making trouble, this is called death.
On the edge of the prehistoric world, a jade-robed Taoist, holding an ancient banner exuding infinite chaos in his hand, walked towards the battlefield step by step with a gloomy expression, his expression a little uninterested.

He Yuanshi Tianzun, he is not weaker than others in his life, especially not weaker than the leader of Tongtian!

This time he got out of trouble one step behind the leader of Tongtian, and he was very unhappy.

After fighting with the leader of Tongtian for a lifetime, Yuanshi Tianzun didn't want to lose even a little bit.

The leader of Tongtian resisted the urge to roll his eyes, pouted his lips, but did not speak. It took so long to suppress the Great Desolate Continent before he was able to get out of trouble.With foreign enemies on the side, it is not proper to quarrel as soon as they meet.

What's more, the development of his own teaching is not bad, and his interpretation of the teachings of Yuanshi Tianzun is quiet.

Thinking of this, Master Tongtian forcibly held back the expression of wanting to laugh, his face flushed slightly, and he could only turn his attention to the enemy's hand.

Yuanshi Tianzun felt offended for no reason, but he was also a prehistoric sage, and when foreign enemies invaded, he naturally took care of these foreign sages first.

The master of death let out a breath of foul air slowly, with a ferocious expression on his face, and roared at the three saints of the wild: "Come on, now it's three versus three, this is an evenly matched war, and it's still unknown who will win the battle! Kill, I will kill you!" I don't believe it."

The terror master next to him felt a panic and an inexplicable fear when he heard this. He covered the death master's mouth and begged: "Brother death master, don't talk about it, just accept the supernatural powers."

It can be regarded as a kind of cold joke to make the master of terror feel fear.

The Nightmare Master, who is trying to recover from his injuries, is about to cry. What is this? How can he somehow participate in this kind of world war? In such a vast world, even the alliance has to be careful and treat each other with courtesy.
But in the next moment, the Nightmare Master frowned like a frightened cat, and looked at the prehistoric world in bewilderment.

The mouth of the master of death, did he open it?

"Ok?"

A lazy voice sounded, solemn and luxurious, and seemed to yawn a little: "How long has this Gong been sleeping? Where did these three ugly guys come from?"

A picture scroll that seemed to contain the entire world slowly spread out from the void, and a beautiful figure in a red palace dress slowly walked out of it, with indescribable elegance.

"Tongtian, Yuanshi, and fellow Taoist Jiang Shi, long time no see!"

Empress Nuwa was the third to get out of trouble, her eyes lit up when she saw Jiang Shi, she covered her mouth and smiled lightly.

At this time it was already four to three.

And following the picture of Shanhe Sheji, it is a beautiful golden lotus, which is born in the void, and slowly unfolds with the aura of endless merit.

But it wasn't a golden lotus fairy inside, but a wrinkled, bitter melon face, as if everyone owed him money, the yellow-clothed Taoist stood up slowly.

"Poverty Taoism, I have met all fellow Taoists. It has been a long time, and I am very lucky to see you again."

Oh hoo, five to three!
The Lord of Death squeezed the bone spear in his hand and made a crackling sound, trying to speak harsh words, but he couldn't.The two masters next to him were still staring at him.

"The Dao is inaction, and there is nothing that can be done without doing anything. Brothers and sisters, it is polite to be poor."

An old man with fluttering white beard, wearing a black and white yin and yang Taoist robe, carrying a white jade pole, with a black and yellow exquisite pagoda on his head, stepping on a white jade and golden bridge, suppressing the earth, water, fire and wind, also leisurely walked through the void, and after greeting everyone, his face was indifferent He looked at the three outer domain masters opposite him.

Six to three, how they beat Jiang Shi before, I am afraid that they will be beaten by the saints of the past as well.

How can it be described as a "miserable" word.

At least seven are enough.
"Everyone, if I say this is a misunderstanding, do you believe me?"

The Lord of Death was silent for a long time, he opened and closed his lips before uttering a word with difficulty, without the slightest prestige before.

The Master of Terror and the Master of Nightmare also nodded in agreement one after another, quite approving.

But is it still too late?

"More than people? Hehe, the three of you still have one last chance, decide how to die!"

Jiang Shi looked up to the sky and smiled, how arrogant, how arrogant.

Cutting the grass does not remove the roots, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates!Injured Xiaotu, no one can escape, kill!

(End of this chapter)