The Great Lord of the World

The bloody force swept across the entire prehistoric world like a torrent, gathering the evil spirit of the calamity together.

Under the impact of this powerful force, the evil spirit that covered the heavenly secrets of the prehistoric world disappeared instantly.

Countless great masters of the prehistoric world deduced the secrets of the heavenly secrets that the Saint Zhunti secretly calculated when King Zhou worshipped the Saint Nuwa.

They were shocked to find that all this was the conspiracy of the Saint Zhunti. At this time, the disciples of the three religions between the heaven and the earth had been taken into the reincarnation field by the secretly hidden Hou Tu.

The disciples of the Chan Sect and Jie Sect felt a flash before their eyes, and they had already arrived in a world of endless reincarnation power.

In front of them was a huge six-way reincarnation disk of billions of feet, slowly rotating in the void, and in front of the six-way reincarnation disk, the sage Hou Tu sat cross-legged in the void.

Her avenue domain enveloped this space, exuding an extremely powerful aura, causing the disciples of the three religions to kneel down and salute.

After all, this was once one of the twelve ancestor witches, and now she is the master of the prehistoric earth. Moreover, she has a very good relationship with their eldest brother Yuan Ji.

Therefore, the disciples of the three religions were full of respect and gratitude for the sage Hou Tu. They knew that if it were not for the sage Hou Tu's action, they would probably have been wiped out in this disaster.

The sage Hou Tu looked at the disciples of the three religions with a smile, and her eyes were full of love and relief. She knew that these disciples were the future of the prehistoric world, and their growth was related to the safety of the entire world.

Then Hou Tu waved her hand, and a huge Yellow Spring Water Mirror condensed in the void, showing the scene of the confrontation between King Zhou and Zhunti Saint in the sky above Chaoge City of the human race in the outside world.

In the outside world, ready to be suppressed by the pressure far beyond the three heavens of the Heavenly Dao Saint, his holy body has sunk into the earth.

Zhunti Saint looked up and saw that the throne of hundreds of thousands of feet above the sky condensed into shape, and King Zhou, who had completely devoured the master personality, was no longer hidden.

The terrifying pressure emitted by King Zhou was like a huge wave, sweeping over, making Zhunti Saint feel unprecedented fear.

His body trembled involuntarily, with bitter corners of his mouth, looking at King Zhou in disbelief. Zhunti Saint screamed hysterically in his heart, he couldn't believe that a mortal ant could have such a terrifying pressure.

On the Blood Evil Throne, King Zhou looked down at the heavens and the worlds, and the Heavenly Dao Saint who was suppressed by him on the ground. He looked at the Saint Zhunti with disdain, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant.

King Zhou's voice was full of oppression, and he said to the Saint Zhunti:

"You are just a puppet who has sworn to prove the way of the Heavenly Saint. You have repeatedly plotted against me. What can a Saint do? This emperor asks you to kneel down, and you have to kneel down!"

As King Zhou's terrifying pressure turned into a series of real forces to suppress it, the whole world was shaking, and the space was constantly being compressed.

Saint Zhunti felt the endless malice from King Zhou, and his heart was full of despair and helplessness. He knew that he could no longer escape from the palm of King Zhou's hand, and he could only bow his head helplessly and surrender to King Zhou.

At this moment, Saint Zhunti's heart was full of regret and self-blame. He regretted why he had sworn to prove the way of the Heavenly Saint, and why he had repeatedly plotted against King Zhou.

He knew that what he had done had completely angered King Zhou. If he could realize his mistake earlier, perhaps he would not have ended up like this.

At this moment, a guide from the sixth heaven of the Heavenly Dao Saint broke through the air and descended here. The terrifying pressure and the Zhunti Saint began to suppress King Zhou together, and at the same time angrily shouted:

"King Zhou, you are just the emperor of the human race in the mortal world. How dare you make the Heavenly Dao Saint kneel down? Today, my junior brother and I will make you understand that the power of the Heavenly Dao cannot be insulted."

When King Zhou heard this, he slowly turned around. His eyes were as cold as the abyss, which made people shudder.

"Oh! Is that so? Just relying on you shameless people, you also want to shake the current emperor. It's ridiculous hahahahahahahaha..."

In the unbridled laughter of King Zhou, he stood up his holy body, and the bloody throne behind him turned into a suit of armor. In the holy land of the human race, the Xuanyuan Sword, the killing treasure of the human race, flew out of the Fire Cloud Cave and fell into the hands of King Zhou.

In an instant, King Zhou's aura rose to the realm of half-step heaven. The terrifying sense of oppression caused countless lives in the prehistoric world to be annihilated.

Seeing this, people already had a plan to escape.

King Zhou held the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand and slashed a sword energy at Jie Yin and Zhunti. This sword energy contained endless killing power, as if it was going to tear the entire prehistoric world apart.

Seeing this sword energy, Jie Yin and Zhunti's faces changed drastically. They hurriedly used their magical powers to try to resist this sword energy. However, this sword energy was too powerful, and their magical powers seemed pale and powerless in front of this sword energy.

The sword energy slashed on Jie Yin and Zhunti's bodies, cutting their bodies in half.

And in the endless years and space, a man in a black robe stood there, as if the whole time had stopped.

Seeing that King Zhou had completely exploded, the old face in the cloak showed a satisfied smile, and then pointed a finger and disappeared.

The power of this finger made King Zhou, who was exploding in the prehistoric world, and Jie Yin and Zhunti, who were about to escape, instantly enter the chaotic void.

The territory of the human race that had just fought in the prehistoric world had been restored to its original state in the finger of the black-robed spectator, and hundreds of millions of human beings had reversed the laws of heaven and resurrected.

Such an amazing change naturally attracted Hou Tu's observation, but now she also understood that the water in the prehistoric world was too deep and the current realm of heaven was not enough to explore these.

She could only hide all the doubts in her heart and wait until the future to explore them, and her eyes fell on the chaotic void again.

The endless chaotic evil spirit in the chaotic void made the blood beads in King Zhou's body begin to stir, and the terrifying origin was continuously input into King Zhou's body.

The two people, Jie Yin and Zhunti, on the side, restored their bodies that had just been cut off, sacrificed their own top-grade innate spiritual treasures, and prepared to go all out.

Then, the endless will of heaven formed a series of holy rings behind the two people, and these holy rings shone with brilliant light, as dazzling as the stars in the universe.

With the blessing of the power of the will of heaven, the eyes of Jie Yin and Zhunti became cold and their bodies also exuded an incomparable powerful aura.

At this time, King Zhou felt unprecedented pressure. He knew that the two Jie Yin and Zhunti in front of him were not powerful, but the will of heaven behind them was powerful, but he was not afraid at all.

The chaotic energy was instantly shattered by the Buddha's Dharma image behind Jie Yin and Zhunti. The two Dharma images merged into one, turning into a Buddha's light seal of a million feet, attacking King Zhou.

On the other hand, King Zhou looked at Jie Yin and Zhunti, who had given him half a day, and he couldn't help but feel a little contempt in his heart.

This was a life-and-death battle, and King Zhou's terrifying bloody aura gathered and went all out. Endless chaotic evil energy condensed on the Xuanyuan Sword, and the outer layer of the Xuanyuan Sword, the Shoushan copper, fell off instantly, revealing the true appearance of the Tuwu Sword.

A flash of sword light passed by, and the two saints, Jie Yin and Zhunti, turned into ashes, and the whole prehistoric world fell into silence.

In the prehistoric world, the heaven was compassionate, and endless blood rain fell. In the prehistoric world, the saints of the heaven who were thought to be high above were immortal, but now they saw the blood rain falling from heaven and earth...

However, the saints of the heaven were puppets of the will of the heaven, and the immortality of the saints was not just a casual statement. Just a moment later, the figures of Jie Yin and Zhunti appeared in front of King Zhou again.

King Zhou was delighted. He had not completely released his fighting spirit from beginning to end. The resurrection of the saints of the heaven gave him the opportunity to release the killing.

Jie Yin and Zhunti were resurrected again and showed their magical powers to King Zhou, with the endless star-like Buddhist seals. With the blessing of the origin of the heaven, the two now had.

Instantly, he used billions of Daos and killed King Zhou. King Zhou looked at the Buddha seal in front of him, and his eyes finally revealed excitement.

"Kill~"

After the word "kill" fell, King Zhou held the blood sword and rushed towards Jie Yin and Zhunti. All the Buddha seals in front of him were shattered by the sword light.

A moment later, in the surging of the terrifying chaotic energy, the incomprehensible compassion of the Saint Zhunti floated:

"How can you be so powerful? I am a saint of the Heavenly Dao. I am unwilling...ah!"

Then the Saint Zhunti fell again, and the limbs of the Saint Jie Yin were cut off by the Tuwu Sword. Even the origin of the Heavenly Dao could not be restored for a while.

King Zhou was full of murderous aura, stepping on the head of the Saint Jie Yin, looking at the void in front of him, waiting for the Saint Zhunti to be resurrected again.

At this time, King Zhou was like a demon god descending, exuding endless pressure, and his eyes were full of disdain and ridicule.

He knew that he had already stood at the top and no one could compete with him. He looked at the head of the saint Jie Yin at his feet, and his heart was filled with lofty ambitions.

The Three Pure Ones in the chaotic void looked at the abused Jie Yin and Zhunti and did not care. Their eyes were always on Zhou

On the blood bead in the king's body.

The Three Pure Ones are the incarnations of the great god Pangu, and they have the unfathomable Pangu inheritance mark. The three of them each hold one to make pills, refine instruments and set up formations.

Yuanshi Tianzun is proficient in the way of refining instruments, and he can see the uniqueness of the refining method of this blood bead. This blood bead is condensed from the blood and souls of countless creatures, and it contains endless resentment and evil spirits.

But at the same time, it also contains a mysterious power that can give people powerful power and eternal immortal life source.

Yuanshi Tianzun stared at this blood bead at first sight, and he wanted to refine it into a peerless magic weapon to enhance his strength.

Tongtian Jiaozhu is proficient in the way of formations, and he stared at the formation patterns in the blood bead at first sight. He found that these patterns are composed of an extremely ancient text, which he has never seen before.

He speculated that this is a legendary formation called "Blood River Formation", which can enhance its strength by absorbing the blood and souls of creatures.

Tongtian Sect Master also wanted to get this blood bead and study the array patterns in it to improve his own array level.

In the chaotic void, the Saint Jie Yin was completely suppressed by King Zhou and could not move. His face was full of fear and despair. He could not imagine that he would be defeated so easily by King Zhou.

The Saint Zhunti was even more miserable. He had been killed by King Zhou nine times, and each time he was resurrected from his corpse by King Zhou and then killed again. At this moment, the Saint Zhunti had lost consciousness, and only his will was still struggling to support him.

The terrifying will of heaven turned into more bizarre and unsolvable runes, pouring into the depths of the origin of the Saint Zhunti's soul.

These runes, like leeches, usurped 50% of the freedom of the Saint Zhunti. The body of the Saint Zhunti began to become illusory, and his soul seemed to be torn apart by the will of heaven.

Seeing this scene, the Saint Jie Yin was heartbroken. He remembered the days when he practiced with the Zhunti Saint, and the time when they explored the Hongmeng Purple Qi together.

They used to be the closest brothers, but now they have ended up like this. He was unwilling to die like this, and he wanted to fight for a chance for the Western Church.

So, the Saint Jieyin chose to self-destruct the Saint's original power under the feet of King Zhou. His body began to turn red, like a star about to explode.

He used up his last bit of strength to release all his Saint's original power, trying to die with King Zhou.

Unfortunately, the gap between their strength and King Zhou was too big. Even the energy of the self-destruction of the Saint Jieyin did not shake King Zhou's figure.

King Zhou just waved his hand lightly, and the self-destruction energy of the Saint Jieyin was dissipated into the invisible. His body was still intact, as if nothing had happened.