After countless years of struggle, my disciple turned the prehistoric world into a top world

It seems that this is not the first time they have done this kind of thing.

Count as an experienced master.

"Hey, Junior Brother, for some reason, I feel something is wrong."

"Brother, don't tell me, why do I feel this way too. But it's okay, you guys, don't you believe in our proficient skills?"

"Um, this is..."

The two of them glanced back at the same time, their eyes almost popping out.

wipe.

Nima.

All come.

Divided in all directions, one by one arrogant, swords drawn.

And what the hell is that guy with a 30-meter sword in his hand?

Then what the hell is the one with the hundred-mile sledgehammer?

"It's true, Junior Brother, they are chasing you."

The time to escape has come.

I thought it was only one or two chasing them.

Who knows, thousands of people came.

You know, those who can listen to the sermon in Zixiao Palace are not weak.

Each one is a master of Daluo Jinxian, or even quasi-sage realm.

No matter how high their cultivation base is, they are still afraid of beatings and kitchen knives!

"Junior brother, it's time to show real skills."

"Ok!"

Jieyin looked at Zhunti miraculously, and Zhunti nodded respectfully.

Then, a strange scene appeared.

They are turning recklessly.

Like walking a dog, the people who engage in it circle around.

From time to time, laying out formations and placing hidden weapons, it's almost like poisoning directly...

Black belly.

Really black belly.

"Damn it, what is it?"

"Oh, there are hidden weapons."

"Baldy, I will definitely hunt you down to the end of the world..."

The people were angry.

Even if someone walks the dog.

It's actually a black hand.

these years.

What kind of hidden weapon, array, god thunder, sky fire...

Nothing you can't think of.

This quasi-promotion and introduction can be regarded as letting them know.

What is the master here? It seems that these two people have mastered the art of escaping.

"These two bald men have practiced feelings. We must get rid of this scourge for the prehistoric creatures."

"Brother Dao, look, their speed has slowed down."

"It seems that their magic power is exhausted. Well, it has been hundreds of years, and it should be over."

Every face of the Alliance of Slayers was full of vicissitudes, as if it had been severely beaten by society.

Even Laozi Yuanshi and others are in a mess.

It seems that over the years, he has suffered a lot.

It's just that people don't know that when they are about to catch up, the two bald men suddenly seem to explode for some reason.

Speed ​​up a lot.

As if to whet their appetite.

"Fuck...fuck him."

"Baldy go away."

Each one is exhausted.

But there is always hope.

At this very moment, they felt it was difficult!

I used to think that cultivating the Tao was difficult, but now it seems that chasing people is really difficult.

And the quasi-promotion and reception in front seemed to have some communication.

"Brother, I can't do it anymore. My magic power is exhausted, I have escaped for hundreds of years, and I haven't even drank my saliva."

Zhunti was very dissatisfied, and the consequences were serious.

Are these people crazy?

When they snatched treasures in the past, although those people also had perseverance, they didn't stop there!

Today, they have encountered a hard stubble.

"Brother, brother's mana is almost exhausted, but I am still insisting, you should do the same!"

"Imagine the hatred of being taken from the West in the past."

"Imagine, in the past, you couldn't get it if you asked for it."

"Imagine, after having these treasures, hundreds of millions of disciples of the West teach all over the prehistoric world."

"Imagine, after having these treasures, the Western Sect will prosper, I will be sanctified, and the Demon Sect will be washed with blood..."

Don't say that, it really works!

Originally, Zhunti's mana was exhausted, and his face was yellow and pale.

But now it's as if he has been injected with chicken blood, and his whole body is full of motivation.

"good, very good!"

"The future belongs to us."

The protracted war has begun again.

Whenever he was about to give up, he was asked to think about it.

The momentum seems to be back.

So much so that the Alliance of Slayers complained endlessly!

What a crime!

Met these two weirdos.

Some people are ready to give up at this time.

Damn, I stopped playing.

Hundreds of years, chasing a loneliness.

I just want to sleep now and absorb the aura of heaven and earth in the prehistoric world.

But this scene was seen by Ran Deng.

"Friend Daoist, you actually want to give up?"

"Think about it, that shameless bald face of Xixi, who ran to shit and pee on top of your head, don't you care?"

"Think about it, the two bald people in the west can express their expressions. If you give up, aren't you just paying off the other party's wishes?"

"Think about it, after obtaining the treasure, the whole body sublimates beyond the realm."

"Think about it, the wonderful effect brought about by the treasure..."

Da Neng, who originally wanted to give up, had red eyes at this moment.

Shit and piss on their heads, the thought of that scene makes the blood rush to the brain.

"Bald!"

"Give me death!"

Whenever Zhunti is about to give up, the introduction will instill good hope in him.

Whenever someone in the Killing the Bald Alliance wants to give up, the lamp will also give them deep hatred and humiliation.

A protracted battle has begun.

These days, the most important thing is 'persistence'. .

Chapter 69

Three years and three years.

I don't know how long it took.

It's really a protracted battle!

"Fellow Daoist is dead, my mana is not enough."

"Here..., I have no pills or anything else, only one spirit grass is left, you gnaw it, and then stick to it."

This chase was really exhausting.

Use elixir to supplement mana, and use fairy grass to supplement mana, but there is also a time limit!

This is not a prehistoric situation, it can absorb spiritual energy ragingly all the time.

Nothing has ever been so painful.

Chasing and killing individuals is like eating grass like a cow.

This enmity is ruthless, and we cannot share the sky.

Each of them was originally a great power in the prehistoric world, and they should be immortal, with their own immortal energy.

But now everyone is pale and emaciated, like refugees fleeing from a disaster.

Dry lips, sour eyes, numb body...

All kinds of signs are all signs of collapse.

"Chase...."

"Kill...kill..."

It seems like it takes a lot of effort to speak.

The spirit is in a trance, and the eyes are wandering.

Being able to persist until the end all depends on this perseverance!

And the escaping permit and guidance seems to have reached the limit.

They were already drained of mana.

It is thanks to the daily exercise that I can persist until now.