Hong Huang: I, the ancestor of the dragon clan, will never come out!

In the vast chaos.

The four sacred beasts are distributed in the four poles of the prehistoric world.

Looking at the prehistoric world below that has grown larger.

"Good fellow... Qinglong, this little fellow of your dragon clan is powerful!" The white tiger in the west couldn't help but suck in a breath of chaos.

"Yes... it is quite powerful!" The Qinglong in the east looked at the scenes in the prehistoric world, forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, and pretended to be indifferent.

Unlike Hongjun, who met Ao Changsheng later, Ao Changsheng was in the Taoist temple at that time, so he didn't know Ao Changsheng's details.

Also different from the other four sacred beasts, who discovered Ao Changsheng when Ao Changsheng achieved Daluo.

Qinglong's eyes were fixed on Ao Changsheng when Ao Changsheng was born.

After all, this era should have been an era when the dragon clan should have stayed away from the world.

But there was a dragon who happened to be born at the end of the Dragon Han First Tribulation, and then only a few seconds passed.

Before the dragon clan could send someone to bring it back to the dragon clan, the next era arrived.

The dragon clan could no longer go out, causing this dragon to be lost in the prehistoric world.

As the ancestor of the dragon clan, how could Qinglong not pay attention to this special dragon?

Then...

He saw Ao Changsheng practicing the Zulong Breathing Technique.

This was nothing, after all, there was a bloodline inheritance, and maybe Zulong had left this inheritance in the bloodline inheritance.

But... what was the method that seemed to have split the prehistoric world but did not hurt it at all?

When he saw it for the first time, his jaw almost dislocated.

But... after taking a deep breath, he could barely accept it.

After all, when he was born, he was born with an extremely heaven-defying innate magical power.

But the scenes that followed made him confused again.

First, after Zulong fell, the Zulong Pearl that he had collected in the dragon clan's treasure house broke through the space and flew into the other party's hands.

Then...

When facing the Great Immortal Yangmei, he actually displayed the innate magical power of Zhulong, the Eye of Zhulong!

That's fine, but the key is, how did you, a little golden immortal dragon, defeat the Great Immortal Yangmei, who was equivalent to the Great Perfection of Quasi Saint.

Golden Immortal... Quasi Saint Great Perfection...

The gap between them is probably as big as three, four, five, six prehistoric worlds added together.

Even if Qinglong racked his brains, he couldn't figure out how he did it.

Later, Ao Changcheng's achievement of Daluo didn't surprise him too much.

Isn't it just a breakthrough to Daluo?

With the Zulongzhu in hand, breaking through to Daluo doesn't require claws!

Isn't it just killing a dozen Daluo in one battle?

Yangmei Daxian was almost killed, and there are still a dozen Daluo left!

Isn't it just a cultivation method that has never been seen before?

Is a set of cultivation methods that directly point to the Hunyuan realm very rare?

He is a holy beast of the level of Heavenly Dao Saint. Is this strange to him?

Holy Beast Qinglong: "Very strange!!!"

As for what happened in the East China Sea just now...

Isn't it a quasi-saint? Isn't it close to the power of Hunyuan?

Didn't it just open up a world?

Isn't it that this world makes the prehistoric world fatter?

Isn't this just a little bit difficult?

Circling in the chaos, Qinglong suddenly felt that his powerful holy beast body was not fragrant!

"But, to be honest, I didn't expect that the cultivators who followed the Hunyuan Dao could bring such great benefits to the prehistoric world."

"You say, are we wrong to restrict the spread of the Hunyuan Dao in the prehistoric world?"

On the side, the crisp voice of the Vermillion Bird reached the ears of other holy beasts.

"It's just an example!" Xuanwu on the side opened his eyes, then half-closed them, and spoke lazily.

"I don't know what kind of opportunity that little dragon guy got. He has practiced till now, but he has almost never absorbed any spiritual energy from the prehistoric world, and has very little causal relationship with the prehistoric world."

"In addition to the means he showed this time, he will not cause much harm to the prehistoric world if he practices in the prehistoric world in the future."

"As for other cultivators who want to prove the way of Hunyuan, the harm to the world is too great..."

"Like that Yang Mei, if he hadn't been forced out by the old Taoist Hongjun, I'm afraid we would have needed to take action."

The lazy voice of Xuanwu reached Zhuque's ears, and Zhuque suddenly woke up from the joy of growing up in the prehistoric world.

However, he still looked a little disappointed.

"Okay, don't worry, there will be at most four more calamities. After the Nine Saints return to their positions and suppress the prehistoric road, it doesn't matter how you spread the way of Hunyuan."

Xuanwu persuaded Zhuque as if he knew the reason for his disappointment.

"Well!" Zhuque nodded gently and looked at the prehistoric world in the distance’s eyes were filled with a bit of expectation.

…

Honghuang!

Donghai!

Di Jun looked at Ao Changsheng’s figure disappearing in the dojo from afar, and the original killing intent in his eyes had dissipated for the most part.

Instead, he was deeply shocked and feared that he himself did not even notice.

In Honghuang, the strongest person at this time was undoubtedly the only Heavenly Dao Saint, Hongjun Daozu!

Although Di Jun had seen Hongjun take action.

It was the time when the other party easily took down the real body of ‘Pangu’ summoned by the twelve ancestor witches and saved them.

But that attack was extremely short.

Moreover, no one had seen how the battle was fought.

So how powerful is the Heavenly Dao Saint?

Di Jun did not know.

But thinking of the scenes that happened in the East China Sea just now.

He could not help but think that ‘the saint is just like this’.

"Who is he...who is he?"

Emperor Jun didn't believe that Ao Changsheng was a dragon who had achieved Daluo only tens of millions of years ago.

Even though the dragon clan was one of the dominant forces in the last era, Emperor Jun didn't believe it.

He would rather believe that this was a powerful dragon that had achieved enlightenment since ancient times.

A dragon at the level of a saint.

If the dragon clan had a saint, how could it have been defeated and declined in the last era.

Unless...

"Is it the same situation as the four sacred beasts?" Emperor Jun couldn't help but speculate.

He knew the four sacred beasts, and many innate powers in the prehistoric world knew the existence of the four sacred beasts.

The scene of the birth of the four sacred beasts was deeply imprinted in the depths of their innate sacred souls, and they couldn't forget it even if they wanted to.

It's just that they knew the responsibilities of the four sacred beasts, so although they had awe of the four sacred beasts, they were not afraid of them.

"Big brother!"

Looking at the silent Di Jun, Taiyi forced himself to cheer up and shouted.

"Dragon clan!" Dijun took a deep breath and overturned all the impressions of the dragon clan in his mind.

What losers of the last era.

What race that fell into the primeval world.

Your declining race has a holy beast behind it, plus a big boss who can challenge his entire demon clan.

"Let's go!"

After taking a deep look at Ao Changsheng's dojo, Dijun turned around and prepared to lead the demon clan to leave.

After this defeat, he still had a lot to do!

"Go? Haha, you can't go!"

Suddenly, a loud and arrogant laugh came from the distant horizon.

Dijun, Taiyi and a group of demon gods and demon clans looked around.

They only then realized that, at some point, a large number of cultivators were flying towards them from all directions, and the dense cultivators almost covered the sky.

Although there was no formation and it looked a bit disorganized, the number was definitely not inferior to the demons of the demon clan when they first arrived.

The leading cultivator was none other than Dong Wanggong, who was named the leader of the male immortals in the prehistoric world by Daozu Hongjun.

"Dong Wanggong, what do you mean?" Di Jun looked cold and said in a deep voice at the visitor.

"What do you mean? Haha, Di Jun, Taiyi, you trespassed into the East China Sea and offended the senior masters. Do you still want to leave safely today?"

Dong Wanggong looked down from a high place, looking at the pale-faced Di Jun, Taiyi and a group of demon gods from afar, and the smile on his face suddenly became brighter.

"That's right! Is our East China Sea a place where you can come and go as you please?"

"You'd better stay here obediently!"

Behind Dong Wanggong, the scattered immortal cultivators laughed triumphantly.

Beside Emperor Jun, Taiyi and a group of demon gods looked extremely ugly. If it was normal, this kind of person would dare to talk to them like this.

He would definitely swallow him in one gulp.

"Emperor Jun, Taiyi, you have wreaked havoc in the East China Sea today. Not only have you committed murders in vain, but you have also offended the senior masters."

"As the leader of the prehistoric male immortals appointed by the Taoist, I, the King of the East, will seek justice for the creatures of the East China Sea today!"

The dragon-headed cane in the hands of the King of the East slammed heavily on the auspicious clouds under his feet, and said righteously.

That look really looked like a messenger of justice.

"What a sinister King of the East..." Emperor Jun's face was gloomy.

Just now, he had tried his best to escape from the destroyed world. Not only him, but almost no one in the entire demon race had the strength to fight.

If they could wait a little longer, he and Taiyi might be able to recover some of their fighting power and drag it out until the arrival of reinforcements.

But now...

Up above, Dong Wanggong looked at the gloomy face of Di Jun below and was suddenly delighted.

Although he was the leader of the prehistoric male immortals appointed by Daozu, his sphere of influence was limited to the East China Sea.

The reason was this demon clan.

As a prehistoricAs a die-hard supporter of Jun Xian Dao, he believed that everyone who practiced Hongjun Xian Dao was an ‘immortal’.

However, in the prehistoric world, almost all the spirits and races joined the demon clan, calling themselves demons instead of ‘immortals’.

They used this as an excuse to disrespect him as the head of the male immortals.

For this reason, he hated the demon clan very much.

Now he finally had a chance to take revenge, and he felt that all the grievances of the past were swept away.

However.

He also knew that this was not the time to be proud. The longer the time dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for him.

“All immortals, listen to my order... Kill the monsters!”

Dong Wanggong shouted, and took the lead with the dragon-headed crutch in his hand, and hit Di Jun directly.

“Kill the monsters!”

“Kill the monsters!”

A group of cultivators shouted madly, killing the monsters in the sea that had little resistance.

However, this was not because Dong Wanggong had a high status in their hearts, but because they were jealous of the bodies of the monsters.

Among the monsters that can survive until now, the weakest ones are all Xuanxian.

The corpses of Xuanxian, Jinxian, Taiyi, and Daluo monsters are extremely rare treasures in normal times.

Now it's like picking them up for free. How can these cultivators not be crazy?

Dong Wanggong used the dragon-headed crutch and hit Di Jun directly.

"Bang!"

A bell rang, and Taiyi blocked Di Jun with the Chaos Bell on his head. His face was as pale as paper. Obviously, the attack from Dong Wanggong just now was not so easy to take.

"Brother, go!" Taiyi gritted his teeth and growled.

"Taiyi!" Di Jun's eyes were about to burst.

At this time, another figure of Dong Wanggong attacked from the side.

This is the corpse of Shan that Dong Wanggong cut off.

"Di Jun, die..." Dong Wanggong's innate spiritual treasure, a pure Yang long sword, stabbed Di Jun directly.

It looked like Di Jun was about to be stabbed and die on the spot.

"Emperor of Heaven, go!"

A demon god roared and rushed over to block Di Jun like crazy, burning his body and soul to block Dong Wanggong.

But...

A Daluo was too weak for the good corpse of a quasi-saint.

With a flash of sword light, this Daluo demon god was directly pierced, and the pure yang energy wiped out his burning body and soul, and he fell on the spot.

"Emperor of Heaven, the demon clan can't live without you!"

"Emperor of Heaven, go!"

The Daluo demon gods followed suit and rushed over to stop Dong Wanggong.

"Damn it!"

Di Jun looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes suddenly red, and screams rang out one after another around him.

The massacre caused by the witch clan tens of millions of years ago came to his mind.

"Dong Wanggong! You deserve to die..." Di Jun's voice sounded like an evil ghost crawling out from the underworld, filled with extremely terrifying murderous intent.

The River Map and Luoshu appeared above his head, and he was about to kill Dong Wanggong directly.

"Haha, Di Jun, today is your death!"

Dong Wanggong Shanshi used a sword to directly wipe out all the Daluo demon gods that rushed up, full of murderous intent, without any "goodness" that a Shanshi should have.

And holding a long sword, he killed Di Jun again.

"Dong Wanggong, you dare..."

A furious voice sounded from the sky, shocking the sky.