Prehistoric: Conquering all realms from Douba

Chapter 117 Reception and Return, Frightened Powers!
"Boom--"

heaven,

Holding a cup of spiritual tea, Dijiang is lying leisurely in the garden thinking about life,

But he was disturbed by the loud noise from the void.

"What sound?" Di Jiang frowned slightly.

This sound seems to come from the prehistoric land, right?

How loud is the sound to spread throughout the 36 heavens?
"I don't know!"

"It seems to be sent from the prehistoric land. Could it be that the continents collided?"

Behind him, who was helping Dijiang massage the back soil of his shoulders, his little brows also frowned.

"Just look at it and you'll find out."

As he spoke, Hou Tu waved his little hand in the void, accompanied by a ripple,
The scene on the prehistoric land was immediately transmitted.

"This is--"

Di Jiang's expression changed, the teacup in his hand instantly shattered, and his figure disappeared in place.

"This……"

Looking at the scene in the void, a flash of fear flashed in Hou Tu's eyes, and then the figure disappeared.

……

wild land,

When the two figures of Di Jiang appeared on the beach outside Dongsheng Shenzhou, several figures appeared around them continuously.

"Fellow Daoist Dijiang, look at what you've done!"

Hongjun Daozu came down from the void, his eyes were fixed on the twelfth-grade golden lotus on the beach, and his voice trembled a little.

"If something happens to the reception, don't blame the old man for asking you."

That's right,

I don’t know how long I’ve been wandering in the chaos to attract,
Carried by the golden lotus with twelve merits, he finally returned to the prehistoric world.

only,
After confirming that he was safe, Jieyin finally couldn't hold his last breath and passed out completely.

The twelfth-grade meritorious golden lotus that lost its mana source fell straight from the void,

It fell to the surface of the sea not far from Dongsheng Shenzhou, setting off a huge wave.

The loud noise that Dijiang and the others heard,
It was the sound made by the twelve-grade golden lotus falling to the ground.

Fortunately,

The twelfth-grade meritorious golden lotus is already in the top Lingbao,

Even if no one is in control,

After falling down, he still protected Jieyin's whole body and didn't let him fall.

"boom--"

Listening to Hongjun's threatening words,
Dijiang's complexion did not change.

With a casual slap, he called out, bringing out bursts of howling Diyan.

Good thing he did?
If it weren't for you, an old guy, who is so shameless and let people hit six against two, this thing would have happened?

"Noisy!"

"you……"

Dodging in a hurry to avoid the approaching Di Yan, Hong Jun's complexion suddenly turned livid.

If eyes could kill, Di Jiang would have been torn to pieces by him right now.

"Fellow Daoist Sanqing, how is the situation?"

Ignoring Hongjun's livid face, Dijiang stepped forward and set his eyes on Sanqing who was carefully checking the situation.

"It's okay, it's okay...the primordial spirit was not harmed!"

Lao Tzu took his hand off the pitch-black body, and his expression relaxed a little.

As long as Yuanshen is fine,

Even if the Eucharist is broken into pieces, it is only a matter of time before it is repaired.

"That's good."

Di Jiang obviously knew this too. After nodding his head, he asked with some expectation:
"I don't know how to guide you, when will you wake up?"

"This, I don't know."

Lao Tzu shook his head, and after feeding Jie Yin a golden elixir, he sighed and said:

"His exhaustion is excessive, and the holy power in his whole body has been squeezed out. It is estimated that he will take a while to recuperate."

"That's it." Hearing this, Di Jiang looked a little disappointed.

He is really curious now, what happened in the chaos that made two saints at the Primordial Golden Immortal level,
One dead and one disabled?

Even though, their Hunyuan Golden Immortal is a little watery,
But that is also a saint.

Even Dijiang,

It's just that they can be pressed to the ground and rubbed.

let them fall?
if possible,

I guess,

It is estimated that only the saints of their witch clan are left in the whole prehistoric world.

"Do not worry!"

"Fellow Daoist Dijiang, what you want to know is exactly what we care about."

Lao Tzu glanced at the pitch-black reception and the twelfth-grade golden lotus with one corner broken, and his face became extremely serious.

"As long as we find out who did it, we Sanqing will definitely avenge our junior."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to avenge this revenge."

Hongjun walked over from the side, looked carefully at Jieyin, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Although I don't know how they got there, but for now, the creatures in the chaos can't come to the Great Desolate Continent."

"Ok?"

Lao Tzu's expression froze for a moment, then he thought of what happened in the chaos, and said suddenly:

"Master, what do you mean, that mysterious formation is to prevent other chaotic creatures from entering the wilderness?"

"It is also!"

Hongjun nodded, looked at the crowd of prehistoric powers gathered around him, and with a big wave of his hand, rolled up the twelfth-grade meritorious golden lotus.

"This is not a place to talk, follow me to Zixiao Palace."

With that said, Hongjun turned his head to look at Dijiang and Houtu, and said calmly:
"Two friends, if you want to know something, you might as well go to Zixiao Palace."

After the words fell, Hongjun's figure began to dissipate, and finally gradually turned into nothingness.

original,

This guy didn't come here from the main body, no wonder he was afraid of the burning of the emperor just now.

"Brother, shall we go?"

Watching Hongjun's gradually disappearing figure, Houtu's expression became a little serious.

Although she is also curious about the inside story of this matter,
But thinking of the relationship between their witch clan and Hongjun, Houtu hesitated again.

the old man,

Will be so kind?
"Go, why not go?"

A faint smile appeared on Di Jiang's face.

"He even dared to invite us, so why don't we go?"

"Besides, Zixiao Palace is not a dragon's pool or a tiger's den."

"Hehe, that's what big brother said."

Thinking of the last time Dijiang split Zixiao Palace into ruins with a few axes,

Houtu couldn't help laughing, followed behind Dijiang, and left with Zixiao Palace.

The beach, which was still lively just now, was silent for a few seconds,
But then it was overwhelmed by a flood of great powers.

"Fellow daoists, did you see it just now? The one lying on the ground seems to be a saint!"

"How is this possible? Who can beat a saint like that?"

"I don't know, but even Daozu has come out, it must be a big deal!"

"Could it be that the Wu Clan started to settle accounts?"

"They have three saints now. If they are liquidated, who can escape?"

For a time, the great powers who didn't know the truth were all in danger.

Especially those who rose up in the Lich catastrophe, they were in constant panic.

If it weren't for the lack of frankness and leniency in this age,
It is estimated that they have already gone to the Witch Clan to plead guilty!

(End of this chapter)