Honghuang: God-level choice, start by taking over Zhao Gongming

After the explosion, the shouting and killing sounds of the entire Buzhou Mountain disappeared instantly, as if everything was over.

Only the Chaos Bell of Donghuang Taiyi still stood on the top of Buzhou Mountain.

The whole body was dark yellow, exuding great power.

The power of the innate treasure shocked the nine heavens and ten earths, attracting the attention of countless cultivators in the prehistoric world.

"Look, after the death of Taiyi Demon Emperor, the Chaos Bell was left behind. It is an innate treasure!"

"The innate treasure has the power to create the world. Whoever gets it may have the hope of becoming the second Donghuang Taiyi."

Countless powerful people in the prehistoric world exclaimed in great amazement, with envy and greed in their eyes.

But even so, no one took action.

Because the prehistoric world today is not the prehistoric world before.

The Six Saints are high above, overlooking the prehistoric world, and are the absolute overlords.

Even if the Chaos Bell wants a new owner, it must be chosen among the Six Saints, so they don't even think about it.

In the west, beside Mount Xumi, beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, Zhunti's eyes shone brightly, and countless little stars flashed.

"Brother, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. This is the innate treasure Chaos Bell. If we in the west can get it..."

"Let's take it together."

Jie Yin's answer was also very simple.

The brothers and sisters took action together, and directly stretched out two giant hands that covered the sky and the sun from the west, grabbing Mount Buzhou, and wanted to take the Chaos Bell in their hands with the force of thunder.

But the other four saints were also paying attention. Seeing that the two people in the west took the first move, they frowned and also took action.

When Zhunti's giant hand reached Mount Buzhou, the means of the four saints also arrived.

The six saints' magic power tightly surrounded the Chaos Bell, eager to try.

I saw that the Chaos Bell seemed to have a spirit, making a buzzing sound, and flew around the giant hand.

The dark yellow light on the bell suddenly bloomed, directly shattered the space and disappeared.

"Not good, the Chaos Bell has spirits."

The six saints' faces changed slightly, and they tore the space at the same time and disappeared.

It was unknown how long it had been, but above the Nine Heavens, the space was broken, and the figures of the six saints appeared, and everyone had nothing in their hands.

There was no trace of spiritual treasures, and it was obvious that the Chaos Bell was not captured in the end.

The saints were expressionless, and there was no loss on their faces.

It was good that the Chaos Bell disappeared, otherwise there was only one, and if someone snatched it, it would be a great threat to the other saints.

Only the two saints in the West sighed, with a little loneliness on their faces. Taiqing had the Taiji Diagram, Yuqing had the Pangu Banner, Shangqing had the Four Swords of Zhuxian, and Nuwa had the Qiankun Ding.

Each of the four had an innate treasure in his hand.

Only his West was poor, not to mention the few spiritual treasures.

He also owed a large debt, which has not been paid off yet.

This Chaos Bell should belong to his West.

After the war, countless cultivators in the prehistoric world also breathed a sigh of relief.

"This battle is far better than the one between Long Han and Long Han. It's simply terrifying."

"What's so terrible about this battle? It's over. It's just a pity that Buzhou Mountain has suffered such a heavy blow."

After such a great battle, the winding mountains of Buzhou Mountain almost collapsed, leaving only the main vein connecting the sky and the earth.

"I didn't expect that the witch clan and the demon clan would fight for so many years, and finally ended in this way. It's too tragic."

A great man sighed. This battle lasted for hundreds of years and countless people were killed and injured.

"Look, something is wrong. The calamity on Buzhou Mountain has not dissipated at all. Instead, it is getting more and more intense."

As soon as these words came out, countless great men in the prehistoric world could no longer remain calm.

They stared at Buzhou Mountain intently, and when they saw that the calamity on Buzhou Mountain was still surging, their faces changed slightly.

As we all know, after the prehistoric creatures were born, they gave rise to endless resentment, death, and murderous aura.

These negative emotions are accumulating every moment.

When it accumulates to a certain extent, there will be conditions for the formation of a quantitative catastrophe.

The witch clan and the demon clan continue to fight, producing a very strong evil spirit of heaven and earth.

These evil spirits of heaven and earth are equivalent to a catalyst.

Coupled with the negative emotions that have accumulated for countless tens of thousands of years, the quantitative catastrophe of heaven and earth will break out.

After the quantitative catastrophe breaks out, the world will return to clarity, which means that the quantitative catastrophe is over.

But now on Mount Buzhou, the catastrophe is still rolling violently, which is obviously a sign that the quantitative catastrophe has not yet ended.

At this moment, not only countless old masters in the prehistoric world, but even the saints have great doubts in their hearts.

The two demon kings of the heavenly court and the twelve ancestors of the witch clan have all fallen in Mount Buzhou. The catastrophe should dissipate and the world should be clear.

Suddenly, a huge movement came from the quiet Mount Buzhou.

Gonggong, the ancestor of water, who was supposed to fall, stood up again.

His eyes were no longer as clear as before, but were eroded by the evil spirit and turned scarlet.

"That figure, that's the ancestor witch Gonggong!"

"Gonggong, the ancestor witch, didn't die. Does that mean that the final winner of this war between witches and demons is the witch clan?"

"It's hard to say. There are still five demon saints in the demon clan who haven't appeared yet!"

The great powers of the prehistoric world were shocked and talked about it.

"Brother, I'm here to accompany you!" Gonggong looked around and saw the devastation, only blood and killing, and he was sad for a moment.

He looked up to the sky and sighed, tears of blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, and then he rushed towards the only remaining main vein of Buzhou Mountain without hesitation.

"Boom."

The whole prehistoric world was shaken, and the pillar of Buzhou Mountain that connected the sky and the earth was hit by Gonggong to create a big gap halfway up the mountain.

Then, the prehistoric pillar of heaven began to tremble violently, shaking, and then suddenly fell from the sky.

"The pillar of heaven, collapsed!"

"How dare Gonggong, this is the pillar of heaven left by Father Pangu"

The six saints' faces changed slightly, and they flashed and appeared in front of Mount Buzhou.

Taiqing shouted, "Follow me and hold up Mount Buzhou."

Mount Buzhou connects heaven and earth. Once it breaks, the impact will be even greater than the previous battle between the witches and liches.

That is a great disaster that can threaten the safety of all the tribes in the prehistoric world.

The six saints exerted their strength together, and the terrifying power maintained the main vein of Buzhou. Time seemed to have stopped.

The main vein of Buzhou seemed to have returned to its usual calm.

But the six saints did not relax, but instead sweated on their foreheads.

After an unknown period of time, the prehistoric world shook again, and a piece of black and yellow stone fell down, which was taken into the arms of Yuanshi, who reacted the fastest.

Then a few smaller pieces fell down, and were collected by the saints one after another.

The Six Saints could no longer maintain the Buzhou Main Vein. With the continuous rumbling sound, the huge Buzhou Main Vein completely collapsed and fell to the ground.

The pillar of heaven collapsed, and a great disaster occurred in the prehistoric world. Countless dormant volcanoes erupted, and the boiling magma flooded countless plains and forests.

The four seas were full of huge waves, and the waters of the four seas swept and spread, flooding one mountain after another.

A big hole appeared in the sky at some point.

The earth, fire, water and wind rushed in with countless chaotic air currents, and an unprecedented disaster immediately occurred in the prehistoric world.

On Jin'ao Island, Duobao's heart trembled violently, and he remembered what his senior brother said to him when he left Jin'ao Island.

The pillar of heaven collapsed, and the disaster came. It was a great opportunity for the disciples of Jiejiao to come forward, save the world, promote the Taoism, and earn merits.

Duobao turned around and said to countless Jiejiao disciples, "The pillars of heaven collapsed, the earth, fire, water and wind poured into the prehistoric world, a great disaster occurred in the prehistoric world, and all races were in dire straits. Are you willing to follow me down the mountain to grab a glimmer of hope for all races in the prehistoric world?"

"We are willing."

The Jiejiao disciples shouted loudly, the blood in their bodies had not yet solidified, and they were still willing to grab a glimmer of hope for all races in the prehistoric world.

"Okay, if you are willing, follow me down the mountain."