Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 79 [Emperor Jun retreats and saves the dead souls]

Donghuang Taiyi was about to take action as he was conceiving magic power, but at this moment, a figure came quietly and stood in front of Donghuang Taiyi.

The visitor was wearing a golden robe, embroidered with a three-legged golden crow looking down at the world on the robe. His expression was sad and angry, and he looked at Zhang Yan with hatred.

"Brother, you are here."

When Donghuang Taiyi saw the person coming, his expression became even more excited, and the golden liquid accumulated in his eyes slowly fell.

"Brother, I'm a step too late. They're all dead, they're all dead."

"uh-huh!"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Jun's breath became slightly disordered, and a terrifying energy like the explosion of the sun exploded from his body, locking Zhang Yan firmly.

Zhang Yan raised his brows, feeling the terrifying force that was like a mountain pressing on his body, which instantly made his body tremble.

Di Jun's cultivation is in the late quasi-sage stage, and he can be said to be the closest being to a saint. His strength is terrifying and difficult to measure, and Zhang Yan's body can't bear it just by his breath.

"drink!"

The power of qi and blood contained in his body rose instantly, and the majestic qi and blood made Zhang Yan, who was about to fall to the ground, stand up instantly, raised his head and looked directly at Emperor Jun, his eyes showing no weakness.

"Good good!"

Emperor Jun laughed angrily and looked at Zhang Yan and then at Yuanshi Tianzun.

"Brother, we must avenge Xiao Shi and the others."

Di Jun waved his hand to stop Donghuang Taiyi who was about to riot behind him, and said coldly: "Let's go."

"Let's go! Brother, this is it."

"Yuanshi Tianzun, today's cause and effect are concluded, and there will be calculations in the future."

Di Jun's voice was hoarse and his eyes were red with sadness, making the whole world feel slightly lost.

Dijun is the emperor, and the path of the emperor is destined to be lonely. The war between the lich and the lich is imminent. It is undoubtedly an unwise choice to break out into a conflict with Yuanshi Tianzun at this moment.

"go!"

Di Jun let out a low roar and pulled Donghuang Taiyi to turn into an escape light and escape towards the sky.

"Brother, can this be the end of it?"

Donghuang Taiyi looked extremely sad, with a face full of unwillingness.

"We won't let it go like this, but as the most important witch clan at present, as long as we, the demon clan, become the co-owner of heaven and earth, our majestic luck will be enough to push us to the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal."

"I will settle this cause and effect with them when the time comes."

Di Jun's expression was stern. He was his biological son. If his character were not stable, he would not be able to help but take action.

But as the Demon Emperor, he had to worry about many things. He knew that with the strength of the two of them, they couldn't fight against the saint, so Emperor Jun could only retreat.

To achieve great things, tolerance is crucial.

Yuanshi Tianzun watched Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi go away indifferently, and said to Zhang Yan: "The Lich is about to start a calamity. This matter is over. You can return to Kunlun Mountain as soon as possible."

"I will obey Master's decree."

"I'm going."

"Best regards, Master."

As Zhang Yan bowed and bowed his head, Kowloon agarwood flew through the air.

A golden lotus appeared on each of the four wheels of the chariot. A light appeared on the lotus, and another lotus appeared on the light. In an instant, thousands of golden lotuses illuminated the heavens and the world. As Yuanshi Tianzun left, Zhang Yancai slowly raised his head, looked at the dazzling sun hanging high in the sky, and raised a smile.

"Lich War!"

The Lich War lasted for several chapters. After a short pause, both the Lich and Monster tribes were getting ready to take action.

The Demon Clan has the Witch-Slaying Sword in their hands, but the Witch Clan should not be underestimated. In addition to being physically strong, they are naturally proficient in the power of laws. They also have the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Evil Formation, which condenses Pangu’s true body and has the combat power of the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal. force.

Zhang Yan knew that after this war, the two races of lich and demons would exit one after another, and from then on, the human race would become the only protagonist in the prehistoric world.

This is the fixed number.

Ten days passed across the sky, causing countless lives to die, and the vast land was in chaos.

Zhang Yan did not directly return to Kunlun Mountain. With the Chaos Bead as his trump card, even if Emperor Jun or Donghuang Taiyi turned back, he could instantly hide in the chaotic space and conceal his whereabouts.

The primitive land is devastated, the six paths of reincarnation have not yet been established, and dead souls can be seen everywhere.

Most of them were human beings, and Zhang Yan could even see their miserable faces, how desolate they were.

Looking at the hundreds of human souls around him, Zhang Yan sighed slightly, "It coincides with the Lich's calamity, and the human race will inevitably suffer heavy losses."

Nowadays, the prehistoric world is incomplete, there is no order of reincarnation in the six realms, and the human race has no soul. If you die, you will be completely wiped out from this world.

"The trumpet of the ten directions can save all sentient beings, and save countless people in billions of kalpas."

"My vows are boundless, and I have great compassion and great wishes."

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Taiyi's Sutra of Saving the Heart of Suffering is a Taoist spell to save dead souls in the past life. It was useless without magic power in the previous life, but it can activate mystical thoughts with magic power and has a miraculous effect in the prehistoric world.

As Zhang Yan recited the Taiyi Heart Sutra to Save the Suffering, the dull-looking dead souls all around him approached Zhang Yan one after another. The suffering, sorrow, and pain of all sentient beings all turned into a look of peace at this moment.

Wisps of thin karma rose from the bodies of the dead souls into the air and slowly dissipated.

Zhang Yan did not pause to recite the incantation, but the corners of his mouth rose slightly. He could feel the merits gathering above his head. Although it was not much, it was slowly accumulating.

He knew he was doing the right thing.

Zhang Yan stepped forward and wandered around aimlessly.

For ten years, Zhang Yan was followed by millions of dead souls, with a peaceful face, as if immersed in the Taoist rhyme uttered by Zhang Yan. At the same time, a black and yellow auspicious cloud condensed above Zhang Yan's head.

The auspicious cloud was only a few feet in size, and wisps of black and yellow merit slowly fell on his body, causing his magic power to improve slowly and orderly.

century.

There are tens of millions of dead souls who are intoxicated by Zhang Yan's Daoyin. Among them are human races, demon races, and almost all races in the ancient world.

No matter if they are in front of them, they are a highly cultivated demon king or an ordinary mortal.

At this moment, they all seemed to have no intelligence at all, following Zhang Yan aimlessly.

At the same time, a black and yellow auspicious cloud with a size of tens of feet was on top of Zhang Yan's head. From time to time, wisps of red karma aura dissipated between heaven and earth, and wisps of black and yellow functional aura flowed into the auspicious cloud of merit and virtue above Zhang Yan's head. superior.

Zhang Yan walked in a majestic and unobstructed way, which attracted people's attention. They all looked at Zhang Yan and his group in shock.

The status of dead souls in the prehistoric world is very special. Almost every dead soul has karma. Although they have no wisdom, they are a type of living being.

But no one dares to kill them at will, because when you kill a dead soul, the karma of the dead soul will flow to you, which is equivalent to needing you to bear the karma of the dead soul.

(End of this chapter)