I Am a Taoist Person of Time, Transforming Pangu and Stepping on the Way of Heaven, Suppressing the

Dao is not so stupid.

That sentence of bad breath already explains the problem very well.

In the current Dao, there is nothing to do with Lin Feng himself, and it is impossible to destroy Lin Feng himself.

The only thing that can be done is to hinder Lin Feng's true realization of the road of strength.

Otherwise, it would be a real catastrophe for Dao at that time. He didn't believe that Lin Feng, the guy who caused the whole chaos and led the rhythm, would be so kind to give him a way to survive after proving the Dao.

After all, he was the one who started the business of beating the sap.

What's more, Hongjun, the spokesperson of the Dao of Heaven he hand-picked, is now in the prehistoric world, and he has been stinking for thousands of years. He has long been cast aside by many innate creatures in the prehistoric world.

And all of these were done by him, Lin Feng, this immoral guy.

After scolding for a long time, he didn't see Dao reappearing, no matter how angry Lin Feng was, he couldn't help it.

Now, no matter how long he has practiced, even in the prehistoric and desolate era, there is still plenty of aura in his place, but so what, fighting against the Dao is still four or six.

Avenues never stop running.

What?

Lin Feng was also very helpless, and looked at Honghuang. When he saw it, Lin Feng's eyes suddenly lit up.

Yes.

He still has a clone, as long as his clone is still walking in the prehistoric, then he still has the opportunity to prove the Tao with strength, the real way.

I was so disturbed by Da Dao that I forgot the business.

Lin Feng smiled slightly, and once again sat cross-legged in the chaos, condensing his spiritual thoughts into the body of Hong Huang's avatar.

Just now when he came back to his senses, Lin Feng looked at the hand of the god of thunder that had dissipated, and looked at Hongjun standing there with a livid face in front of him, looking at him. After a little comprehension, Lin Feng knew the cause and effect.

He was tricked by Da Dao!

Daoist's fight with him just now was purely to condense all of Lin Feng's mind back, so as to rewrite some of the history of the whole prehistoric.

Although Dao Dao can't do much, it can be regarded as helping Tiandao and Hongjun to regain some face.

At least, the three days just now were erased abruptly by Dao Dao.

Therefore, in the impressions of countless innate beings, they only felt the earth-shattering battle in the northwest of the prehistoric wilderness. They had no way of knowing what kind of battle it was.

As for the others, they still do what they should do, and the matter of Lin Feng's big hand manifesting is gone.

It's a slippery play!

Lin Feng looked at Hongjun with an ugly face, and for a while, the evil fire ran wildly, and he grinned at Hongjun, "Friend Daoist, forget about these three days?"

Hongjun frowned, slightly surprised, "What are you talking about for three days... Fuck, fellow Daoist Shichen, don't hit me, I didn't offend you... Whoops..."

While beating, Lin Feng looked up at the endless sky, and sneered, "Isn't this the spokesperson you chose? I'll beat him today. Come out if you have the ability, and let's make gestures again. Dare you..."

The way of heaven is ruthless, and the avenue is silent.

Only Hongjun who was beaten was at a loss, what's wrong, brother, what's the situation, why did he beat me again for no reason!

Now Hongjun feels extremely aggrieved, even if he has surpassed the saint, but in front of Lin Feng's hand of time and space, he can only be beaten, and has no chance to fight back.

"Fellow Daoist Shi Chen don't fight anymore, hey, I'll go..."

"If you hit me again, you will go to heaven to complain. My hiss, why are you beating harder and harder..."

Hongjun, who was beaten by Lin Feng in unspeakable misery, collapsed on the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face under the eyes of many prehistoric creatures who came to watch the show.

damn...

The face that Tiandao had just regained was gone, and he was still pretending to be stupid in front of Lin Feng, it was all in vain.

Hongjun looked at Lin Feng aggrievedly.

Sir, how about we play the cards according to the routine next time?

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Chapter 37

"Who is that guy? It looks miserable."

"Oh, you said that guy, Hongjun, you don't even know about that?"

"I was born not long ago, okay, third brother?"

"That's right, let me tell you, this guy is not a good bird, don't look at him as the Chaos Demon God, and he killed the beast God Rebellion..."

A few majestic unicorns stood on the top of the mountain, watching Hongjun who was pinned to the ground by Lin Feng, talking a lot.

Not only unicorns, but also phoenixes and dragons.

At this time, the three tribes are still living in peace, and they are all struggling to develop and become holy. For the patriarch of each ethnic group, it is the supreme ideal. If they can live forever, it means that an ethnic group can continue endlessly. go down.

Especially the three Chaos Demon Gods of the same generation as Hongjun, Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shi Qilin, were envious and jealous of what happened to Hongjun.

Even if he is slapped by Lin Feng every day, it doesn't matter, as long as he can be sanctified and immortal, it doesn't matter if he is slapped.

But Tiandao chose Hongjun. There is no doubt about this, so that the three of them are also competing in secret, one by one desperately developing their respective groups, growing stronger, and when the time comes, they will become the protagonists of the prehistoric world, surpassing the good fortune of the world, and saving their lives. With great luck, at that time, maybe it is really possible to achieve the holy position.

In fact, everyone's level is about the same, but no one knows how to become a Taoist, how to become a saint.

Now, among the saints on the prehistoric land, one is hand-picked by Tiandao, and the other is hand-picked by Lin Feng.

But when will saints really appear, this is still unknown. Therefore, in the age without saints, no matter who they are, they are eager to improve as soon as possible. Perhaps, they can really rely on their own knowledge of their own ways The understanding of the attainment of the supreme holy position.

Seeing that Lin Feng finally stopped, Hongjun felt aggrieved, his face was swollen like a pig's head.

Lin Feng beat him for a full three days, the way of heaven was not revealed, and the way was unknown.

He Hongjun is a complete scapegoat, pitiful.

"Well, are you comfortable playing?"

Hongjun looked at Lin Feng embarrassingly, seeing that he had returned to his aloof appearance, Hongjun stood there in embarrassment, wanted to leave, but dared not.

"roll……"

Lin Feng scolded in a cold voice, Hongjun ran away happily as if he had been pardoned.

In the distance, I saw a [-]-meter-long dragon here, looked at a few companions around me, and muttered strangely, "Is this guy out of his mind? Why are you so happy to let him go?"

The other dragons nodded one after another, and one dragon said strangely, "That head is swollen like a ball. It can't be that there is a hole. It must have been flooded."

"Yes, yes, it is likely that the water has entered."

On top of them, Ying Long looked at Hong Jun's figure, hating and loathing for a moment, but he was helpless. For the sake of the Dragon Clan, his future is uncertain, and he needs to fight for it by himself. If he fails this time, then, He will have no chance in the future.

As for the group of young dragons below who were talking about Hongjun, there was nothing Ying Long could do.

Who knows, if Lin Feng yelled out a word if he changed to Hongjun's position, it would be a gift, giving him a chance to live, wouldn't he be unhappy?

However, such misunderstandings, like rumors, will be spread to ten, ten to hundreds, and hundreds to thousands.

In the future, no one can say how many figures there will be in Hongjun's dojo, but it is difficult to collect three thousand.

But at this time in the western world.

With the help of Lin Feng, Luo Hu obtained the Good Fortune Jade Plate, but it was not that simple to break the restriction.

Although he didn't see the departing Jieyin Zhunti after he came back, he also knew that these two would come back eventually, and during this time, he needed to erase the restriction that Hongjun had left on the jade plate of good luck, and to enforce it. Refining and understanding the truth.

But after Lin Feng let Hongjun go, he had to carry out his own plan.

sorcerer...

At this time, the Wu Clan has moved away from Buzhou Mountain, and this place has become an area where the Dragon Clan, Qilin and Phoenix Clan live together.

Now, no conflicts have arisen, and everything looks very peaceful.

But as time goes by, the contradictions will gradually become apparent, and at that time, it will be the Great Tribulation of Long Han.

Therefore, after seeing a glimpse of the future from Lin Feng, Hou Tu had already had an idea in his heart. He wanted the Wu Clan to truly become the protagonists of the world, immortal and eternal, and there was still a chance of a glimmer of life. Therefore, she To fight for the witch clan.

It is far away in a deep mountain and old forest eight hundred million miles away from Buzhou Mountain.

Houyi and Kuafu are patrolling outside. After seeing some wild beasts, they will hunt without hesitation, and bring them back to the Wu Clan for the newborn Wu Clan to eat.

Among the witches, they have already begun to multiply in pairs. Although there are not many, it can be regarded as a beginning.

"You said that boy Nan and that girl Hui are together at night, right? Hehehe..."

Kuafu walked in front of Houyi, laughing loudly. After all, he is a great witch with a huge body, but he can't cultivate the primordial spirit. He couldn't find a girl even if he wanted to. He felt very itchy, so he could only talk about it outside. .

Houyi felt a little pain in his brain, and he followed Kuafu's side, listening to the crap in the corner every day. He was already annoyed, but he couldn't help it. This was the order of Empress Houtu. The two of them were in charge of patrolling. This area of ​​thousands of miles.

At this time, they saw a person walking from not far away, with an immortal demeanor, a whole body of righteousness, and looked extraordinary.

Hou Yi hurried forward, and cupped his hands at Lin Feng who was walking, "Houyi of the Wu family, I have seen the fairy friend, how dare I ask the fairy friend what happened?"

Lin Feng was stunned for a moment, this is Hou Yi, Yi shot Jiu Ri.

The [-]-meter man over there, the one who can't transform into form, should be Kuafu, this name, hey, it's a good name, and it's completely unreasonable to catch whoever takes advantage of whom.

"Lin Feng."

Lin Feng smiled faintly, "You guys were born late, it's normal if you don't know me, I'm looking for a descendant."

"You are Lin Feng."

Seeing Lin Feng, Houyi and Kuafu stared at each other. It was Lin Feng who the Twelve Ancestral Witches often mentioned.

In particular, this person dared to contend against the Dao of Heaven before, and he didn't know if it was true or not, but looking at his appearance now, he was indeed handsome, and there was an indescribable feeling about him, extraordinary.

"Exactly."

Lin Feng nodded lightly, and didn't say much, but shouted into the depths of the flood, "Housu, come and see me!"

What the fuck?

Kuafu raised his brows, why did he call Houtu the same way that boy Xiaonan called Hui when he called him? Are you kidding me?

Wait, could it be that this man named Lin Feng had an affair with Empress Houtu?