Prehistoric: Beginning with Yugong Yishan

The Zhuxian Sword Formation cannot be broken without the Four Saints.This means that as soon as the Jade Immortal Formation is launched, at least five saints will join the battle.

When the sword of Zhu Xian came out, the sound of war resounded in the heavens and worlds, hundreds of millions of time and space, and the prehistoric winds and clouds were surging, and countless big figures and powerful forces started underground activities.

The biggest reaction is the human race.

This amount of calamity originally broke out in the human race.The battle of saints is even more carried out in the territory of the human race.No one can guarantee that Chi Yu will not be affected by the battle between Saints.

Huoyundongtian, Shennong and Xuanyuan, the two holy emperors, all looked worried, and the palace was full of gloomy clouds and mist.

"The Conferred God Quantity Tribulation has finally reached this point. The previous fight was nothing more than a child's play."

Shenghuang Shennong sighed.

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

"In the last calamity, the twelve gods and demons fought against the Zhoutian and Xingchen formation. There were only two saints with combat power at the level of saints, and they broke the roots of heaven and earth, and the sky fell apart. Five saints fought in one place. I don't know how scene."

In Xuanyuan Shenghuang's eyes, there was deep worry.

His thoughts drifted back to the prehistoric period.

At that time, the prehistoric peoples frantically targeted the human race with various economic, food, and resource sanctions.He could only watch helplessly, hiding under the protection of his elders, powerless.

Now, sanctified, he felt that way again.

Even if he risked his life, he couldn't stop the five saints from fighting.After all, his strength as a saint of humanity is weaker than that of a saint of heaven. Even if he goes to the battlefield, it will only increase the scale of the calamity.

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

"The Sword Formation of the Immortal Executioner cannot be broken by the Four Saints. Friends Tongtian's attainments in the formation are far superior to Rahu's. Even the Four Saints may not be able to break the Sword Formation of the Immortal Executioner. As long as you fight in the Immortal Execution Sword Formation, it will not do much to the prehistoric land. destruction."

"I don't think so!"

At this time, a huge, ethereal, dusty voice sounded in the temple, and then, a ball of divine light descended and floated in the void.

In an instant, the hall became a sea of ​​imperial aura, endless innate runes falling, and the world, mountains, rivers, wind, rain, thunder and lightning were interpreted.

The two holy emperors were overjoyed when they saw this divine light, they stood up and saluted to the divine light.

"See Father God!"

Following the worship of the two holy emperors, a middle-aged emperor wearing a black robe, wearing a necklace of animal teeth, and holding a gossip in his hand completely appeared.

This person is none other than Fuxi Shenghuang.

The solitary yin does not grow, and the solitary yang does not grow. The sage Nuwa created human beings. She once borrowed the blood essence of the Sacred Emperor Fuxi to create a male.

Later, Fuxi Shenghuang parted ways with Di Jun and Taiyi for the sake of the human race, and separated into three incarnations of Chaoshi, Suirenshi, and Ziyishi to educate the human race, and only then ignited the initial fire of human civilization.

Therefore, as far as the human race is concerned, Fuxi is not only the holy emperor, but also the father god.

"Free gift!"

When the Holy Emperor Fuxi came down, he landed on the seat in the center of the hall.

"I have been in seclusion for 9 years, and I have calculated the future with the innate gossip. This time, my human race will be in great trouble."

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

The transfer of the elites to Huoyun Cave by the human race does not mean abandoning the human race in the wild. The human race just wants to get rid of the shackles of the saint's thoughts and let the human race have their own thoughts.

The people in the wild are also their descendants and their clansmen.

"How serious is it?"

Emperor Xuanyuan asked.

Holy Emperor Fuxi closed his eyes, and said heavily: "It won't be less than the catastrophe when the Lich measured the catastrophe."

"what?!"

The two holy emperors were not calm.

The Lich measured calamities, the sky collapsed and the earth sank, and the weak water of the Nine Heavens fell from the sky to cleanse the earth.

That time, ninety out of every one hundred people were drowned, and the human race has never been so miserable.

Even the lich who slaughtered the clan escaped the siege many times because of the protection of the Holy Emperor Fuxi.

"Father God, how should we deal with it? Or, move all the people in the prehistoric region to Huoyun Cave?"

Shenghuang Shennong asked nervously, this was the only way he could think of.

Fuxi Shenghuang shook his head: "Honghuang is the place where luck gathers. If you lose Honghuang, you will lose luck. At that time, even Huoyun Cave may collapse."

"This"

Shenghuang Shennong was speechless.

In order to become the protagonist of the world, how much blood was shed and how many people were sacrificed by the human race.It's a pity to say give up and give up.

Moreover, in the critical period of the formation of the human world, luck in the wild is inseparable.

Fuxi Shenghuang said: "The only thing we can do is to gather all the masters in the clan to enter the land of Kyushu and wait in full force. When the calamity becomes uncontrollable, we will move the affected clansmen around Dongtianfudi. Hope, with the help of Dongtianfudi Your good luck can allow our human race to survive this catastrophe."

"Father God is wise!"

The two holy emperors nodded slightly, and said with cupped hands.

Goo doo, goo doo!
In the middle of the prehistoric, north of Buzhou Mountain, there is a vast ocean of blood.The sea of ​​blood is the place where hostility, evil spirits, and bad qi gather from heaven and earth.

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

In the Nether Palace, the ancestor Minghe, the owner of the blood sea, was talking with the ancestor Jidu with a smile on his face.

Patriarch Ji Du, an old monster, feels uncomfortable if he doesn't do anything for a day.No, after driving Master Tongtian to the brink of obsession, he came to the sea of ​​blood again and continued to lure people into obsession.

"The luck of immortality has reached its peak. Unless you can replace one of the four religions of Taoism, you will never be able to become a saint. Only the way of magic can help you."

"But senior, there are no saints in the magic way. Even if the junior wants to become a saint, no one can resist the saint for the junior."

Patriarch Minghe had learned how powerful Patriarch Jidu was a long time ago.

Patriarch Ji Du not only has unfathomable magic power, but also cultivated a strange supernatural power, possessing three dharma appearances whose combat power is no less than his own.

Patriarch Minghe knew that he was definitely not the other party's opponent.

Patriarch Ji Du looked up at Patriarch Minghe, and smiled meaningfully: "What if the poor Taoist told you that one day, the sage will leave the prehistoric world?"

Ancestor Minghe paused suddenly, his expression was a little shocked: "Senior, do you really mean what you said?"

Patriarch Ji Du was not in a hurry, he said slowly.

"It will be a matter of time before the saints leave the prehistoric world. If the Taoist sect continues to grow, the saints must leave. If they don't leave, the luck of the Taoist sect will only concentrate on them. Only when they leave, can their disciples become quasi-sages In the later stage, even the hope of Zhunsheng Great Consummation."

Hearing the words, Patriarch Minghe suddenly couldn't make up his mind.

If the sage really left the prehistoric world, he would not be afraid of anything.

He asked himself, among the sages, apart from Gonggong who was trapped in Buzhou Mountain and the ancestor Kunpeng in Beiming, no one could compete with him.

The Great Immortal Zhenyuan looked powerful, but he was actually just a turtle with a shrunken head. The tortoise's shell was hard, but its attacking ability was severely lacking.

"This time, we will wait and see!"

Patriarch Ji Du said lightly, as if he had already made up his mind. (end of this chapter)