Sand Sculpture Prehistoric: My Golden List Play Heroes

“Stop, Sanqing has great merit on his body, he can’t kill!”

Hongjun blocked Pangu’s true body’s blow with one finger, and said with an indifferent expression.

In fact, he was very proud in his heart, saw it, this is the power of the saint, what Pangu true body, it is useless.

“What great merit? There is no one to kill in my witch clan, let me get away!” ”

Pangu’s true body roared and swung the axe again, their Wu Clan has always been like this, what about Hongjun Daozu? The Wu Clan doesn’t know what fear is.

“Hey, these twelve ancestral witches are really head iron, and they actually dare to make a move against Hongjun Daozu!”

“Is Zu Wu so fierce? Dare to strike at the saint, it is simply against the sky! ”

“It’s useless, if they make a move against Hongjun Daozu, they will definitely die, and the saint is invincible!”

The world was shocked by the actions of the twelve ancestors, but they all shook their heads.

Now that everyone has come to their senses, they all know that the twelve ancestors are only borrowing formations, and the evolved Pangu true body is not the real Pangu flesh body, even if it is strong, it cannot be Hongjun’s opponent.

“Good!”

Heavenly Court, Di Jun and Taiyi looked excited, and they wished that the twelve ancestors would make a move on Hongjun.

It is disrespectful to make a move against a saint, not to mention the Dao ancestor, as long as Hongjun is angry, the twelve ancestors will definitely die.

This is undoubtedly a big problem for them.

“Find death!”

In fact, Hongjun was indeed angry, he didn’t expect that he couldn’t speak well, these twelve ancestral witches actually dared to make a move against him, how could he not be angry.

Even, Hongjun had killing intent in his heart, these twelve ancestral witches were a scourge and must be eliminated.

Of course, at the moment, he can only endure the killing intent, and the twelve ancestral witches must die, but not now, they still need to survive a calamity, which is related to their own plans.

“In that case, then the poor road can only suppress you and let you calm down!”

Hongjun sneered and slowly raised his hand.

“Boom!”

As he raised his hand, it was as if the three thousand avenues were held in his hand, the entire time and space were imprisoned, and Pangu’s true body was actually fixed in the air, and no matter how the twelve ancestors exerted their strength, they could not get close to Hongjun.

“Town!”

A low drink played in Hongjun’s mouth, and his palm moved forward, like a primeval sacred mountain pressed down, making billions of stars tremble, and the Avenue of Heaven and Earth wailed.

“How is that possible?”

The twelve ancestors exclaimed, under this palm, the heaven-opening axe condensed in his hand directly collapsed, and even Pangu’s true body was disintegrating.

“So terrifying?”

Not far away, Lao Tzu was also a spirit, his eyes flickered, and without saying a word, he directly tore through the void, descended into the flood, and rushed towards the North Sea.

Flee, he still wants to escape, even if Hongjun suppressed the twelve ancestors, but he was even more frightened by Hongjun.

For some reason, Hongjun just looked at him, his eyes were very wrong, and there was actually an inexplicable meaning.

Although Lao Tzu didn’t know what that meant, he felt hairy in his heart, and felt that Hongjun was also going to be unfavorable to himself.

This is the unique look of Lao Yinbi, and this kind of look is generally produced when calculating others.

Lao Tzu believed in his own induction very much, so he still had to escape, but with Hongjun there, he couldn’t directly rush into the chaos, only like the Prince of the East, go to the North Sea Sea Eye, and then rush into the soul from the North Sea Sea Eye.

“Hongjun is also an old yin bi!”

Lao Tzu secretly cursed in his heart, and in a blink of an eye, he had already come to the coast of the East Sea, he came through the East, then to the West Sea, and finally to the North Sea, in order to paralyze Hongjun.

Otherwise, once it directly rushes into the North Sea, Hongjun will inevitably find out.

“This Lao Tzu escaped again!”

“Didn’t Hongjun Daozu come to save him? How did he escape? ”

“Yes, the twelve ancestors are definitely not the opponents of Hongjun Daozu, even if they are not killed, they will be suppressed, what else is this Laozi running away?”

Seeing Lao Tzu flee again, the world was a little confused.

Is it still necessary to escape? You are now a Yashen, half-step mixed yuan, as long as the twelve ancestors are suppressed by Hongjun, who is still your opponent in the entire flood waste?

Even Hongjun was surprised, wondering what Lao Tzu was still running, but he didn’t care, as long as Lao Tzu didn’t escape into the chaos, it didn’t matter.

He was a saint, and the entire flood famine had no secrets in his eyes, and as long as Lao Tzu was still in the flood famine, he could easily find it out.

At present, it is not too late to suppress the twelve ancestors and deal with Lao Tzu.

Although the twelve ancestral witches formed the true body of Pangu, although it showed the power of a saint, it was not difficult for him to suppress, and under the flip of his palm, the true body of Pangu collapsed, and the twelve ancestral witches once again manifested in the eyes of the world.

And Pangu’s true body was shattered and eaten back, and the twelve ancestors and witches all turned pale and their breath was weak.

Hongjun walked step by step, looked at the twelve ancestors, his eyes were contemptuous, and said lightly: “Step into the mixed yuan realm, step by step, every small realm gap is very huge, although Pangu’s true body has the power of a saint, it can also resist the new saint at most, and if you want to resist the poor road, it is far behind!” ”

These words may have been for the twelve ancestors, and they seemed to be for the sentient beings of the flood waste.

That means that you need to understand that even if you are sanctified, you will not be able to turn over any waves in the face of poverty.

Daozu will always be Daozu, and your father will always be your father.

“Go back!”

After a wave of pretentious words, Hongjun waved his sleeves, time and space shifted, and he sent the twelve ancestors back to the outside of Pangu Hall.

He took a deep look at the Pangu Hall located in the center of the Wu Clan, and a blazing color flashed in his eyes, and then turned into jealousy.

If there is anything he cannot see through in this flood after he became holy, it is this ancient temple.

Even, this ancient hall can’t even pry into the Heavenly Dao, and it can be imagined that there must be a big secret inside.

“Sooner or later, one day, Poor Dao will open this ancient hall to see what is inside!”

“Huh? Lao Tzu that? ”

Looking away from the Pangu Hall, Hongjun was about to capture Lao Tzu back and give an explanation to the living beings of the Hong Wilderness, but he was stunned.

He found that Lao Tzu had actually disappeared.

“Man that?”

Hongjun frowned, and the huge divine consciousness swept towards the flood wilderness, from the major states of the flood wilderness to the four seas, a glance.

The sage’s divine thoughts were turbulent, and at this moment, all the Hong Barren cultivators who were swept by Hongjun turned pale and their bodies trembled.

But after sweeping around, Hongjun was surprised to find that Lao Tzu was gone.

“This can’t be?”

Hongjun is not calm.

“Hey, why is Lao Tzu gone?”

“The poor road can’t be found, even the red name on his head is not shown!”

Similarly, many great powers in the flood were paying attention to Lao Tzu’s escape path, only to find that Lao Tzu suddenly disappeared.

You know, the title of the Hongmeng Golden List reward is a big red name, very eye-catching, and the world is paying attention, I don’t know how many quasi-saints can look at that, how can it suddenly disappear?