Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 67 [The arrival of the saint, the incarnation of the soul]

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"Let's get real."

Zhang Yan's heart trembled, and a sense of determination gradually emerged from his heart. The light of a rune that had been floating quietly in his mind floated directly out of his soul at this moment.

It was the incarnation of Yuanshi Tianzun entrusted to him, and it was also Zhang Yan's last trump card.

"You ungrateful boy, in this prehistoric world, strength is the most important thing after all. Although I don't dare to kill you, there are many times when death is a kind of relief."

Kunpeng's gloomy voice echoed between heaven and earth, and a gloomy breeze blew across the earth. Kunpeng's mere exposure of a breath caused the entire earth to be covered with a thin layer of ice.

The cold air ripples across the sky and the earth, and ordinary creatures will be frozen at the slightest touch. This cold air is not ordinary cold air, but comes from the cold air of the North Ming Dynasty.

In the far north of the ancient world, there is a continent that is frozen by ice all year round. The aura of heaven and earth is not visible there, and the sky is filled with the energy of the North Ming.

It was a barren continent, and few creatures could survive there. Just because of the cold air of the North Ming, ordinary creatures could not absorb and refine it at all.

But this Northern Ming cold energy is more domineering than the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. If it is absorbed and refined, the power it exerts will be even more powerful.

As the Lord of the Northern Ming, Kunpeng possesses the cold energy of the Northern Ming like a sea in his body. If it were all released, it would at least be able to turn billions of miles of earth into the Northern Ming.

Now, with just a hint of his aura, he has the power to turn millions of miles of land into a land of ice and snow. This shows how powerful this Kunpeng is.

"Turn them all into ice sculptures for me!"

Kunpeng smiled ferociously, waved his hand, and the cold air in the sky turned into white mist, sweeping across the earth.

Zhang Yan remained unmoved in the face of the approaching white frost, and a white light spot the size of a bean flew out from between his eyebrows.

At this moment, a power as vast as the sea and as broad as the sky enveloped hundreds of millions of miles away. The pressure from the upper levels reached directly into the hearts and was reflected in the hearts of hundreds of millions of living beings.

Kunpeng's expression suddenly changed, he opened his mouth and took a deep breath, white frost poured into his mouth instantly, and even the frosted earth returned to its original state in an instant.

When Kunpeng finished all this, he saw the light spot released by Zhang Yan, swallowing up the spiritual energy of the surrounding world like a whale.

It began to expand, but within a few dozen breaths it turned into a phantom.

The shadow was extremely solid, with white hair and beard, and the whole body was shrouded in white light. In an instant, the old man opened his eyes, and the light bloomed, as if the will of heaven had come.

"Crash!"

"Yuanshi Tianzun!"

Kunpeng's expression was extremely grim. He couldn't help but think of the time when Yuanshi Tianzun and the two Western Saints had not occupied the holy throne that should have belonged to him in the Zixiao Palace. Maybe he would have had the opportunity to achieve the status of a saint.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but feel gloomy inside, and my face was as dark as ink.

"No, this is just an incarnation."

Kunpeng narrowed his long and narrow eyes and knew instantly that what was in front of him was just an unconscious clone.

It would be impossible for Kunpeng not to hate Yuanshi Tianzun. Back then, he had occupied a body in the Zixiao Palace, only to be taken away by the Two Saints of the West. If Yuanshi Tianzun had not intervened, he would have Kunpeng really may not be afraid of those two people.

In this way, he was not destined to be a holy person, but he always remembered it.

"With an external incarnation, I don't believe how much strength you can exert."

Kunpeng's face was gloomy, and coldness surged all over his body. If only the incarnation of Yuanshi Tianzun came, how much power could he exert? In any case, Kunpeng was also a strong man in the mid-quasi-sage stage, and was the top existence of the Great Pyramid. If you were scared away by an incarnation of a saint, wouldn’t you be laughed at by all the great powers in the world?

The incarnation of Yuanshi Tianzun did not have much wisdom, but he also knew who the enemy was and just stared at Kunpeng quietly.

"Boom!"

A black ice palace was sacrificed by Kunpeng, floating above his head. There were tadpole-like symbols on the palace, which seemed to be able to breathe, breathing in and out of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

This magic weapon is the Demon Master's Palace that absorbs the energy of merit and transforms it into a high-grade innate merit treasure. As the only magic weapon that Kunpeng can use, this Demon Master's Palace is extremely powerful.

Standing on top of his head, he can attack and defend, and can suppress the heaven and the earth. It is also the magic weapon that Kunpeng relies on to become famous.

"Yuanshi Tianzun, you humiliated me back then and caused me to miss the holy position. Today I will kill your disciple to repay this karma."

Kunpeng's voice was gloomy, and it was filled with boundless coldness and white frost, coating the earth with a thick layer of black ice.

Zhang Yan bowed slightly to salute the incarnation of Yuanshi Tianzun, and then retreated away.

At first, he always thought that the arrival in Zizhou Mansion was a wisp of Yuanshi Tianzun left on him by Yuanshi Tianzun, but now it seems that it was the arrival of Yuanshi Tianzun himself.

Because this incarnation of the soul does not have much wisdom at all, only the simplest instinct.

Thinking about it, the Queen Mother of the West incident happened and the Kunlun Mountain was smashed. As a saint, how could Yuanshi Tianzun not sense it? It was even more impossible to let Zhang Yan be bullied not far from Yuxu Palace.

Hundreds of hundred-foot ice crystals condensed in Kunpeng's hands, all aimed at the incarnation of Yuanshi Tianzun.

"go with!"

Kunpeng waved his sleeves, and Bing Ling rushed straight towards Yuanshi Tianzun. The sharp cold light caused the places along Bing Ling's path to instantly turn into frost.

The incarnation of Yuanshi Tianzun had an indifferent look on his face, his eyes were coldly looking at the oncoming Bing Ling, and his hands were drawing a thousand-foot Tai Chi diagram, constantly turning.

The Yin-Yang fish, one black and one white, rotated, causing countless Qi machines to pour into it. Hundreds of ice crystals in the sky turned into the purest spiritual energy of heaven and earth before they approached.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth poured into it more and more, and the Yin-Yang diagram of a thousand feet expanded rapidly. When the spiritual energy of heaven and earth contained in the hundreds of ice crystals was completely dissolved, the Yin-Yang diagram had expanded to nearly ten thousand feet.

At the moment of slow rotation, wisps of yin and yang energy spread out and turned into sword energy of a hundred feet in size and slashed towards Kunpeng. The terrifying murderous intention seemed to tear through the space.

Everything in the world was crushed under the light of this sword.

"Suppression!"

Kunpeng's face was solemn, and from the Demon Master's Palace above his head, a black light dragon shone down and enveloped his whole body, wrapping it tightly.

"Shhhhhh!"

The sword light passed through, and the space was torn apart with black marks.

Kunpeng's face was particularly serious, and his hands continued to draw tadpole characters in the void, surrounding him.

The sword light cut through the space and struck at Kunpeng's side instantly.

Black rays of light fell down one after another, seemingly thin but extremely strong. The first sword light just made a little ripple in the falling black light.

But the successive attacks were so fierce. In the next moment, hundreds of sword rays bombarded the black light.

(End of this chapter)