Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 87 [Zhang Yan returns to the mountain, the lunar goddess]

"Since the things have been delivered, I will leave first."

After delivering the things, Zhang Yan already wanted to leave. He had not yet understood the power of the laws previously recorded by Dao Yan's system, and he had broken through to Quasi-Sage not long ago, so he still needed to stabilize his realm.

"Are you leaving right after you arrived? How many days won't Brother Zhang Yan stay?"

"No, my master has ordered me to return to the mountain as soon as possible after handling the matters. Besides, the Lich War is about to begin, so it's not easy to disturb me."

"In this case, we won't keep you, but Brother Zhang Yan will be my Wu Clan's friend from now on. If you have time, you can come to our Wu Clan to sit down."

Zhang Yan smiled and nodded, "Definitely, if there is a chance."

After saying that, he thought to himself: "But I guess there won't be any chance."

Zhang Yan knew the outcome of the Lich Calamity Tribulation. If the Lich was immortal, how could the human race become the co-owner of heaven and earth? Therefore, all Liches must withdraw from the stage.

"In this case, I will leave first."

Zhang Yan saluted the eleven ancestral witches one by one, then left Pangu Temple and headed towards Kunlun Mountain.

The Lunar Star and the Sun Star are located in the deep sky, and the replacement of the two takes only one day.

As the sun star slowly set, the lunar star rose high, and the entire prehistoric land was filled with a biting cold air. Compared with before, the cold air of the lunar star was even worse.

The Lunar Star is covered with snow, and the entire Lunar Star is covered with jade-like osmanthus trees. This osmanthus tree is also extraordinary. It is an innate spiritual root that blooms every hundred years. When it blooms, the fragrance of the flowers can be heard thousands of miles away.

The Taiyin Star is full of Xuanyin spiritual energy, and no living beings can be born at all. However, hundreds of years ago, two innate beings, Xihe and Chang Xi, were born on the Taiyin Star.

Xihe took form earlier than Chang Xi, so she was the elder sister. At the same time, she was also Di Jun's wife. Her union with Di Jun was the first marriage in the ancient world, and it was a heavenly marriage.

Xihe was beautiful and deeply loved by Emperor Jun. At the same time, he gave birth to ten sons and was regarded as the apple of his eye.

However, thousands of years ago, nine of the Ten Golden Crows were killed by Zhang Yan. Xihe never saw Emperor Jun again and washed his face with tears every day in this deep and vast cold palace.

In the deep and vast Han Palace, there is a pavilion made of crystal. In this pavilion, there is a woman sobbing like a pity.

The woman has a graceful figure, wearing a gauze dress that reveals infinite beauty, and her posture reveals the woman's fragility. Just one look at her will make a man feel like he wants to protect her.

The woman was sobbing for some reason, and she didn't know how long it had passed before another woman walked in.

This woman's figure is even more graceful than the one who is sobbing. She is as shy as a green lotus waiting to be released. She is pure and pure, and her appearance is not inferior to this woman's. Walking in the ancient world, she can definitely attract the pursuit of male immortals in the ancient world.

"Sister, please stop crying. My brother-in-law will definitely catch the murderer, skin him and make him suffer from cramps. Life would be worse than death."

"Ugh, what you don't understand is that Zhang Yan has now broken through to the level of quasi-sage and is a person of great merit and great luck, and the person standing behind him is the Sanqing Saint."

"With Di Jun's temperament, he would never dare to mess with that person at the moment."

The sobbing woman is Xihe, the wife of the current Demon Emperor Dijun, and the woman comforting her is her sister, Chang Xi.

"Who is that person?"

Chang Xi asked strangely. She had never traveled in the ancient world, and she didn't know much about the powerful immortals in the ancient world. Moreover, now that the emperor's power was unparalleled, how could there be anything difficult for the demon emperor to do in the entire ancient world? Not much really.

Although Zhang Yan is famous in the ancient world, the Lunar Star is tens of billions away from the ancient land, and some news cannot reach this place.

Xi He looked angrily and said: "Zhang Yan is a disciple of the human race created by Saint Nuwa. He became a disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun thousands of years ago. It is said that his talent and cultivation are very high." "He was killed thousands of years ago. There is a demon god in the Demon Court, and he is a person of immeasurable merit. The will of heaven that appeared in the ancient world not long ago was the result of him and the ancestor of the Wu clan, Houtu."

"If the prediction is correct, he has now broken through to quasi-sage cultivation."

"Hiss! It must be less than ten thousand years since Empress Nuwa created the human race!"

"In less than 10,000 years, Zhang Yan has cultivated to a quasi-sage!"

Chang Xi exclaimed, thinking that she and her sister Xihe, as the only two innate beings on the Taiyin Star, had existed in the world for hundreds of years, and their realm was only in the late Da Luo Jinxian stage.

Only Xihe achieved immeasurable merit and virtue because of his celestial marriage with Emperor Jun, and was able to break through to the quasi-sage realm.

But it took them hundreds of yuan, but Zhang Zhang couldn't outperform a member of the clan, and his talent was not unparalleled, but he was able to achieve the quasi-sage realm in less than ten thousand years. This is so terrifying.

"Sister, even if she is in the quasi-sage realm, it is very easy to kill her with the power of the Demon Court. Why does my brother-in-law dare not touch her?"

Chang Xi asked again.

Facing Chang Xi's doubts, Xi He smiled coldly, "Because he is a second-generation disciple of Xuanmen. His master is Yuanshi Tianzun, his uncle is Taiqing Saint, and his uncle is the leader of Tongtian Cult."

"Although Di Jun controls the heaven, he can't compete with the saint after all, or he doesn't dare to fight with him at all."

"I see."

Chang Xi gradually calmed down, but thinking about the death of his nephew, should he just let it go?

Especially her sister, who was with her day and night, crying every day, which made her even more sad.

Chang Xi lowered his eyes and whispered: "Isn't there a time when Zhang Yan is alone?"

"Chang Xi, don't think too much. At this time, we can only avenge this revenge when we wait for the Demon Clan to defeat the Wu Clan and become the co-lord of heaven and earth. With the blessing of luck, we can completely become the Golden Immortal of Hunyuan Da Luo."

How could Xihe not know what Chang Xi was thinking, but this kind of thing would completely offend the Sanqing Saint, which would undoubtedly bring disaster to the demon clan.

Chang Xi nodded slightly, his eyes were full of sadness, and his inner thoughts were surging. Even if the demon clan became the co-lord of heaven and earth, and Emperor Jun became the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal, would he dare to face Xuanmen!

Chang Xi suddenly asked: "Sister, if you are in charge of the Taiyin Formation, can you suppress the quasi-sage powerhouse?"

The Taiyin Formation is an innate formation associated with the Taiyin Star. When the formation is activated, the entire Taiyin Star will be blocked.

Hearing this, Xi He whispered, "With me, the quasi-sage cultivator, in charge of the formation, I can suppress even the quasi-sage who comes here later."

After Xihe finished speaking, he was slightly stunned, stopped sobbing and looked at his sister: "Chang Xi, what do you want to do?"

"Sister, I'm just asking casually."

Of course, Chang Xi didn't dare to tell her sister about her plan, because she knew that if she told her sister, Xihe would never allow her to do so.

"Ok!"

Xihe didn't think much about it. He responded softly and then looked at the endless osmanthus trees in the distance, feeling sad.

(End of this chapter)