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

In the center of Kunlun Mountain, Kongtong Mountain and Buzhou Mountain.

If the calamity is approaching, this place will definitely be affected.

Although Zhen Yuanzi was not afraid, he even wanted to exterminate the demon clan and the demon emperor with his own hands.

But he still has self-knowledge, even the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, he may not be able to win the battle.

After all, the other party has an innate treasure.

Zhen Yuanzi also chose to back away for the sake of those boy disciples in his eyes.

However, unlike other powerful patriarchs in Honghuang, he didn't close the mountain gate and hide from the world.

Instead, the Wuzhuang Temple was directly moved to the underworld.

The realm of the underworld is extremely vast, second only to the prehistoric world.

It is countless times larger than the three thousand worlds.

It is more than enough to accommodate a Wuzhuang Temple.

And no matter how the amount of robbery develops, the possibility of hitting the underworld is very small.

Even as a last resort, the underworld can directly escape from the prehistoric and temporarily avoid the edge.

The realm of the underworld is safer than the saint dojo.

As for the Styx of the third patriarch of the underworld, the ashram is originally a sea of ​​blood, which has already been incorporated into the underworld.

Apart from these big clans, the monster clan and the witch clan are almost all accumulating their own strength.

Just wait for the 10-year agreement to arrive, and it will be the final battle!

But before that, the Wu Clan did one more thing.

That is to let more people from the Houtu tribe join the underworld.

Anyway, the underworld is getting bigger and bigger, and there will never be enough ghosts like the bull's head and horse face to suppress|suppress living spirits and evil spirits.

And this was brought by Master Feng Bo Yu, Ping Xin's last help to the Wu Clan.

Preserve a trace of witch blood.

But after that, he will never be allowed to leave the underworld.

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Time passed slowly, and in the wilderness, fell into silence again.

Among the ten thousand races, even the two races that once had countless blood feuds, at this time, the flames of war have subsided, and each of them is secluded.

The human race, after 2 years, finally gathered around Kongtong Mountain.

The Great Formation Sanctuary is also where the luck of the human race is shrouded.

Chen Changsheng sits on Kongtong Mountain, quietly watching the prehistoric world.

His brows furrowed slightly.

The catastrophe is getting heavier and heavier.

It is almost a geometric multiple growth.

If you don't leave the mountain gate, it's fine if you don't have cause and effect.

Those existences who did not give up and were still wandering in the prehistoric world, at this time - unexpectedly became aggressive.

Even for a low-grade acquired spiritual root, the two golden immortals could fight to the death.

This is catastrophe, which affects countless creatures in the prehistoric world invisibly!

Calamity luck is just the opposite of luck. Qi luck can help people practice, concentrate and meditate, and bring people good luck.

But catastrophe will only bring bad luck, and even drive living beings into a situation of mortal death.

Therefore, in the calamity, the more lucky and more stable the big clan, the safest.

And without luck to suppress, even the big clans are not immune.

Even some patriarchs who couldn't get out of seclusion, were restless, went out of seclusion to wander in the prehistoric wilderness by accident, were pushed by the catastrophe, fought with others, and died.

The catastrophe is so terrifying!

But at this time, the catastrophe affects only those creatures or sects with low strength and shallow luck.

But the catastrophe has grown exponentially with time.

In the whole prehistoric period, there is a sense of storm coming.

In the later stage, even if it is a human race, Chen Changsheng cannot guarantee that there will be no problems.

However, with such a majestic luck of the human race, there is also a congenital treasure to suppress the luck.

It shouldn't be a big problem.

He is a disciple of a sage, the master of the underworld, the emperor of reincarnation, and the human race is allied with the dragon race.

The possibility of problems with the human race is very small.

If there is a problem with the human race, then in the prehistoric world, only the Saint Dojo will be safe and sound.

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While Chen Changsheng was observing the prehistoric state, a large clan was sleeping in a mountain range. At this moment, the mountain range trembled slightly, and the spirit veins turbulent.

The patriarch of the great clan woke up suddenly.

"Who is it! How dare you harass my family!"

This patriarch of the great clan is also a Daluo Jinxian's initial cultivation base, so he is not weak, but at this time he is extremely angry.

It never occurred to me that during the calamity, it cannot be easily changed.

It was clearly just a normal fluctuation of the spiritual pulse, but at this moment he was restless and forgot to check it out.

"Patriarch, it must be the Shancun clan, they have been coveting my clan's spiritual veins for a long time!"

As soon as he said this, the entire mountain range shook, and there were voices of indignation everywhere.

In an instant, the entire clan moved and rushed towards another mountain.

The patriarch of the other clan, seeing someone rushing, did not even ask the reason, and scuffled together.

A war that lasted for a hundred years.

Mountains and rivers were shattered, and all spirits died tragically.

The two clans were wiped out, and the patriarchs of the two clans were all at the level of the Da Luo Jinxian, so they fought to the death together!

Even, the two clans never even left a single immortal realm.

"here we go……"

On Kongtong Mountain, Chen Changsheng sighed.

This is the result of thin luck, and the whole family is annihilated under the calamity!

Such a fight seems to be a stone thrown into a quiet lake.

Ripples spread, slowly brewing, and eventually turned into a tsunami that destroyed everything!

And the originally peaceful prehistoric world was once again in turmoil at this time.

Throughout the prehistoric world, countless battles frequently occurred.

There are thousands of races fighting among them, and there are also great sects fighting each other. Among them, there is even a powerful ancestor, who will fight to the death.

The two clans of liches are no longer calm.

The witch clan has been fighting against the monster clan for years.

There were countless casualties, and countless lives were annihilated.

The entire prehistoric world was filled with blood and blood.

Even because of this, the underworld has countless spirits entering it every moment.

There is another shortage of personnel in the underworld, and at this time they have to absorb from countless souls.

On the Naihe Bridge, there are shadows of living souls all over the place.

Most of those affected by the catastrophe are not good birds.

Therefore, there are many who have entered the three evil realms.

Originally, there were no ghosts in the underworld for eight hundred miles. At this time, the realm of hungry ghosts suddenly increased.

And the animal realm is also overcrowded, and there are even quite a few of them. They were reincarnated less than a hundred years ago, were killed again, and entered reincarnation.

At this time, there is less than a thousand years left in the period of 10 years.

The catastrophe between the heaven and the earth became solid and turned into black clouds, so thick that the sun, moon and stars could not be seen.

In this flood, in a year, the time to see the sun is less than ten days.

Under the catastrophe, most of the ten thousand races have been affected.

Even one of the Dragon Clan of the Four Seas, the Dragon Clan of the North Sea, fought a war with the Monster Clan of the North Sea, which had lived peacefully for hundreds of millions of years, resulting in countless casualties.

The two clans of liches have fought tens of thousands of battles, large and small.

The tragic death of the creatures of the two races is enough to count trillions and billions.

This has provided a lot of places for ghost messengers to the underworld, especially the dead souls of the Wu clan.

At this time, the catastrophe has accumulated to the extreme.

On Shouyang Mountain, in the Bajing Palace.

Taishang slowly opened his eyes and sighed slightly.

Between the yin and yang qi above the head, a Tai Chi diagram slowly appeared.

At this moment in the outside world, the Bajing Palace slowly dissipated, as if it had never existed in the prehistoric.

Shouyang Mountain, which is very mysterious and full of spiritual energy, has also become ordinary at this time, and its spiritual veins are silent.

Even if it is too high, before the calamity is measured, you must retreat!

On Kunlun Mountain, a large formation rose.

In Yuxu Palace, Yuanshi Tianzun has a large banner above his head, which moves without wind.

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The slaughter was boundless, and countless dense fogs rose up, protecting the entire Kunlun Mountains.

All the disciples who explain the teachings are also practicing in closed-door training in Kunlun Mountain, and they can't get out.

Jiejiao, with Penglai Xiandao as the center, countless fairy islands, forming a large formation.

The great array of heaven and earth forms a killing realm of its own, condensing the phantoms of four fairy swords hanging in all directions of the archipelago.

Suppress everything!

In the simplified version of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, almost no one would dare to trespass into it.

The disciples of Jiejiao also belonged to the archipelago and could not come out.

In Biyou Palace, Tongtian just looked at Honghuang, with a worried look on his face.

It is clearly where the human race is.

My eldest disciple is indeed outstanding, and the human race is not bad either.