Prehistoric: Read the holy king, extract the power of the statue to suppress the prison

Farther away, a giant ox covered in fiery red looked at Chen Changsheng, and roared to the sky, extremely excited.

Huntian, the ferocious beast that had been subdued, was actually in the realm of Da Luo at this time.

Among the human race, apart from Chen Changsheng, there were so many strong people at once.

At a glance, in the entire human race, apart from the existence of Da Luo, there are hundreds of Taiyi Golden Immortals and thousands of Golden Immortals.

There are countless Xuanxians.

Although this kind of strength is far behind that of the monster clan and witch clan, it is even inferior to that of the dragon clan.

But these races are all accumulated over countless thousands of years.

It is normal for the human race to be difficult to compare.

Except for these powerful races, compared with the other ten thousand races, the human race is no longer afraid of any race!

Of course, Chen Changsheng, the human emperor, had a fierce reputation in the prehistoric world, and he was an incomparably tyrannical existence.

No race would be ignorant of flattery and come to make trouble.

"Okay, everyone get up!"

Chen Changsheng raised it in the air, and in an instant, the entire human race was lifted up by an invisible force.

In an instant, all the races looked at what Chen Changsheng said, with tears in their eyes.

Chen Changsheng landed in front of the Human Emperor's Hall. This hall, at this time, is so majestic and simple, it is the most sacred place in the entire human race.

Even the Nuwa Temple of Our Lady is next.

At this time, among the human race, the highest level of martial arts practice is the innate Dzogchen.

That is the state of Da Luo at this time.

However, after the congenital Dzogchen, the realm of enlightenment and spirituality that exists, Chen Changsheng was still a Daluo cultivator, has not been deduced.

Now is a good opportunity.

Chen Changsheng stepped into the Human Emperor's Palace, served by Ao Xue, and the deduction began.

The three thousand gods in the body already have the power of three thousand ways.

And the realm of martial arts is already at the level of quasi-sages, and one must step into the great way of practice.

Coincidentally, Chen Changsheng has the income of the Three Thousand Avenues.

In addition, among the three thousand origins of the flight, there is also a trace of purple thunder transformed from the primordial purple energy, which is a trace of the power of good fortune.

Sitting cross-legged, Chen Changsheng began to deduce quickly.

Time passed slowly, and at this time, the three thousand gods, with the power of the Great Dao, were equal to Chen Changsheng himself.

Under comprehension, it is three thousand times faster.

But hundreds of years later, Chen Changsheng had left the customs.

In fact, after comprehending for so long, it has the effect of nearly a million years of comprehension by others.

Finally, Chen Changsheng came to the realization that he could comprehend the realm of the Dao, the realm of martial arts that hid the power of the Dao in his body!

Chen Changsheng opened his eyes, his inner expression was shining brightly, but all kinds of Taoism were restrained.

"Master, you are out!"

Ao Xue has been guarding by her side, and at this moment she shouted in surprise.

Chen Changsheng nodded slightly, and stepped out in one step, which was outside the Human Emperor's Hall.

At this time, it is no longer possible to preach through the ancestors of the human race.

At this time, martial arts practice contains three thousand ways.

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But even if the four ancestors of the human race step into the realm of the gods, they can only understand one way.

How to preach to millions of people?

Therefore, at this moment, when Chen Changsheng waved his hand, a spiritual treasure flew out and hung on the Kongtong Mountain.

It is the seal of Kongtong.

This top-grade innate spirit treasure can play its greatest role in the land of the human race.

The greater the destiny of the human race, the stronger it is.

Martial Dao is strong, but it is a practice method that can cultivate the Dao.

There are very few things that can carry it.

At this time, Kongtong Seal couldn't be more suitable.

Lingbao hangs in the sky, and in Chen Changsheng's palm, countless avenues in seal characters fly out, heading straight for the sky.

In an instant, countless Dao breaths rushed into the Kongtong seal, and the martial arts breath rushed straight into the sky in an instant.

A dark cloud gathered from the sky.

Chen Changsheng frowned, this is a test of heaven.

Opening up the way of cultivation, if it doesn't involve the Dao, it's okay, only merit and luck will come.

But once the Dao is involved, there will be a thunder disaster.

The reason why Lei Jie appeared is to test whether this way of cultivation is qualified to appear in the prehistoric.

Of course, Lei Jie is dead, and it doesn't matter how the way of cultivation survives Lei Jie.

At this time, Chen Changsheng hung in the sky, looking at the boundless black clouds in the sky.

The traces of tribulation thunder shone in it, all over the sky in an instant.

Purple-black thunder, tearing apart the void at every turn.

This kind of thunder robbery is much stronger than the thunder robbery born by Huntian before.

Even Chen Changsheng frowned slightly at this time.

"what happened!"

"Among the human race, what happened at this time has caused the catastrophe to come!"

"Hiss, it's that Human Emperor Chen Changsheng. It's only been a few hundred years since the incident of the sea of ​​blood, so what did he come up with!"

In the void and the sky, voices and spiritual consciousness communicate with each other.

Such a thunder calamity appeared in the prehistoric world, either because of the birth of some rare treasure or the birth of some living being.

It is either that the world cannot tolerate it, or it needs to be tried and tested.

At this time, it is clearly the latter, because there is still a trace of good luck in the thunder calamity!

A group of great powers looked at the place of the human race with envy in their eyes.

The emergence of Good Fortune Thunder Tribulation is an unprecedented chance!

Once the tribulation is successfully crossed, whether it is a treasure or a living being, it is by no means a mortal thing!

In an instant, countless people stared at the human race.

In the Heavenly Court of the Monster Race, Di Jun's brows were even erected at this time, and his face was full of jealousy.

"Why is it a human race again!"

"Then Chen Changsheng, why are there so many chances? Damn it!!"

Even Di Jun couldn't help being angry at this moment.

It's only been a few hundred years, and Chen Changsheng has another fortune.

I am the demon emperor, the co-lord of all races in the world, and the great destiny of the wild, why I am not so lucky!

Taiyi on one side also had angry eyebrows and eyes, looking at the prehistoric land with a gloomy expression.

Among Western religions, Jieyin Zhunti also looked ugly.

"The method of cultivation, why did Chen Changsheng have such a chance?"

"Inducing Heavenly Tribulation is the cultivation method that can cultivate to the Dao, quasi-sage realm!"

Zhunti's face was gloomy. The more opportunity Chen Changsheng had, the more benefits he would get.

Seeing this, Zhunti became even angrier.

In the sea of ​​blood, Styx has already absorbed all the power of merit.

The momentum around him has increased a lot, and it is obvious that he has gained something.

But the sea of ​​blood has shrunk by a full [-]%, and it is only a few trillion miles at this time.

Styx looked at where the human race was at this time, with a cold look in his eyes.

"The method of cultivation?"

"Chen Changsheng, you are really lucky, hum!"

Styx snorted coldly, Houtu became holy.

The revenge of the sea of ​​blood can only be blamed on Chen Changsheng. If Chen Changsheng hadn't been too weird, Styx would have gone to Chen Changsheng to settle the score by now.

In the Palace of Eight Views on Shouyang Mountain, the Empress Dowager opened her eyes slightly.

The way of cultivation of the human race was once the Jindan Dao handed down by him.

But tens of thousands of years ago, it was replaced by martial arts.

At this time, the martial arts transformed again, and he was able to practice to the quasi-sage level.

For a while, Taishang also had the slightest surprise.

If it goes on like this, part of the luck of the human religion will be taken away by the emperor, but the luck of the human race will definitely increase.

There are advantages and disadvantages, and the empress frowned slightly.

But soon he put it down again, closed his eyes, and stopped paying attention, a breath of inaction drifted into the air.

In Jiejiao Biyou Palace, Tongtian looked at the place of the human race with a surprised expression.

My own disciple really surprises me everywhere.

If the method of cultivation can be cultivated to the quasi-sage, if it can be successfully established, it will be an act to complete the way of heaven.

Although it is definitely not as good as Houtu, it will also bring a lot of merit.

Whether it is good for Chen Changsheng, human race, or even cutting off teaching, it is a matter of many benefits.

In the Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountains, Yuan Shi lowered his face and looked towards the place of the human race.

The light in his eyes was inexplicable, and he didn't know what to think about.

Thirty-three days away, Nuwa looked at the prehistoric land, her eyes flickering.

The slightest joy is not concealed.

After all, the human race was created by Nuwa, and she is the mother of the human race.

Regardless of the reason why the human race becomes stronger, whether it is the Jindan Dao, or other cultivation methods...

As luck grows, there will always be a Nuwa part.

At this time, the thunder fell, and countless purple-black divine thunders turned into divine light that filled the sky, splitting the boundless void.

Its power is as majestic as the sea, directly pressing down on the entire Kongtong Mountain.

Chen Changsheng frowned. He never thought that there would be a thunder disaster before, so he engraved martial arts on the Kongtong seal above the human race.

Now under such thunder calamity, the entire human race is in a slight crisis.

At this time, he didn't delay anymore, waving his hands was the power of the boundless heavens.

36 Dinghai Shenzhu, covering Kongtong.

Thousands of miles of thunder gathered in the sky, and hundreds of millions of people sank at the foot of the mountain.