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

Beside him, Zhunti also nodded slowly, behind him the wonderful tree of seven treasures was shining infinitely.

It is also the best innate spirit treasure.

But at this time, neither of them stood up from the platform.

On the contrary, two figures appeared behind him, slowly performed the salute, and smiled towards Jieyin Zhunti.

Two rays of precious light slowly drifted down and fell into the palms of the two.

What appeared at this time was clearly the three corpses who had received Zhunti.

It is the strongest third corpse among them, the corpse of self!

"Go."

Jieyin nodded slowly, at this moment, the corpses of the two of them tore apart the void and went straight to the middle of the prehistoric world.

Where the human race is, Chen Changsheng frowned and looked towards the sky.

Similarly, he also saw the flickering precious light.

The innate treasure, the Eastern Emperor Bell!

The power of calamity is extremely terrifying.

And Chen Changsheng knew clearly that the protagonist of the next calamity measurement would be the Erjiao of Interpretation and Interpretation.

There are very few disciples in explaining and teaching, and behind the luck, there is still Pangu Banner suppressing|suppressing teaching luck.

Although Jiejiao has many disciples, after the fate, it is a bit mixed.

Coupled with the fact that there is no treasure to suppress|suppress the religious movement (Nuo's good), it is obviously extremely dangerous.

If this treasure is seized, it will be the best to suppress|suppress the teaching luck.

And what Chen Changsheng saw was the bodies of the Twelve Ancestral Witches that fell to the ground.

Except for Dayi's body, the bodies of the other eleven ancestor witches were glistening with blood.

Of course it wasn't that the ancestral witch was still alive, but the essence and blood of the ancestral witch.

The essence and blood in Dayi's body consumed tens of thousands of miles, but the rest of the Wu clan did not necessarily.

After all, the ancestral witches were all transformed from Pangu's blood essence, and they were blood essence.

Houtu turned into the underworld, but the flesh exploded.

The body of the Eleventh Ancestor Witch is still there, so there must be blood essence of the Ancestor Witch in his body!

At this time, Chen Changsheng's physical body had grown to the extreme, and if he obtained the blood essence of the ancestral witch, there would still be room for further improvement.

Moreover, the Eleventh Patriarchal Witch fell here, so he should collect the corpse.

Wherever that day collapsed, I had to go!

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As for the human race now, it is also a trouble.

When the sky falls, there will definitely be countless crises.

But in the prehistoric world, the monster race was completely wiped out, and there was still a large array of Kongtong Yin to protect it.

It's okay, after all, at this time, it is estimated that there will be no one who doesn't want to live to trouble the human race.

"Suiren Clan, this great formation that protects the human race will be entrusted to you."

Chen Changsheng fell from Kongtong Mountain, looked at Suirenshi and said.

At this time, the Suiren family is already in the late stage of Daluo Jinxian, and if they are in charge of the Kongtong formation, even if they come here at the early stage of Zhunsheng, they can resist for a while.

Suirenshi nodded solemnly, the orders given by the Emperor must be strictly carried out.

"Yes!"

"The Suiren clan will give up their lives to protect the human race!"

Suirenshi said, his eyes were extremely serious.

At this time, the vision of the sky falling spread.

Numerous fissures spread throughout the entire sky, split openly and densely.

On the countless pitch-black cracks, there are bursting thunders, and under the tearing of the space, all kinds of void power can be seen flickering.

Suirenshi's eyes widened immediately, and he looked at Chen Changsheng helplessly.

That look clearly said, Human Sovereign, are you sure I can keep the human race?

Among the human races, the countless human races who were celebrating the catastrophe just now turned pale again in an instant.

Although the black cloud disappeared, the entire sky was divided by dense cracks, turning into countless pieces of different sizes. 903

"What is this again!"

"Could it be that the damn catastrophe hasn't passed yet!"

"Heaven and earth, are you really going to destroy my human race?"

There are races, and they cried out in pain at this time.

In the eyes, is full of despair.

Because, this is exactly the same as before, when the Dao ravaged the world.

But at this time, the power of the avenue tearing apart the heavens and the earth did not strike.

On the contrary, in the sky, the divine cauldron of the emperor flew into Chen Changsheng's palm.

"The catastrophe has passed, but the world has not yet stabilized."

"The human race is temporarily in charge of the Suiren family."

Chen Changshengheng's voice suddenly appeared, resounding through the entire human race.

At this time, hundreds of millions of people relaxed.

The Emperor said it was all right, so it was all right.

When the Human Sovereign said that the catastrophe had passed, it meant that the catastrophe had passed.

Although hundreds of millions of people are still worried, they are no longer so panicked.

At this moment, in the boundless sky, from those cracks, heavy rain came crashing down.

Under the sky, such a torrential rain is like a waterfall, boundless and endless.

In an instant, the heavy rain has flooded countless low-lying places.

Fortunately, when Chen Changsheng built the formation, he had anticipated it.

The entire large formation isolated the torrential rain, and those huge human cities were all on top of the mountains.

Chen Changsheng handed over the Kongtong formation to the Suiren clan, and then looked at where the human race was.

With the protection of the large formation, the entire human race should not have too many problems in the next catastrophe.

This Kongtong Formation may not be able to stop the invasion of the Dao, but it should not be a hindrance to resist the heavy rain.

In the prehistoric times, the rest of the ten thousand races could not avoid the heavy rain.

But those ten thousand races are not like the human race, which has hundreds of millions of mortal groups.

There is no need for the human race.

Where the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea is located, Ao Qing looked at the flickering precious light in the center of the Great Desolation.

"Innate treasure!"

Just frowning and whispering, a look of longing flashed in his eyes, and Ao Qing stopped paying attention.

In the prehistoric world, if it is the best innate spirit treasure, I still have a chance to compete.

If it is an innate treasure, it must have no hope of its own.

There are only four of these treasures in the prehistoric world.

At this time, one of them finally became unowned, and countless people would definitely fight for it.

Even if the saint makes a move, it is not an accident.

How can I fight against it when I am like this?

In the sea of ​​blood in the underworld, Styx also looked greedily at the middle of the flood.

That is an innate treasure!

If you snatch it yourself, wouldn't you be the same as the Great Emperor of Samsara?

At this time, the monster clan was annihilated, and the position of Emperor of Heaven was also vacant.

Although the heavenly court is destroyed, it may not be rebuilt.

With this innate treasure, he may not be unable to fight for the throne!

But the next moment, his pupils shrank slightly, he sighed, and stopped paying attention.

In the land of the human race, a ray of divine light did not shy away from it, and went straight to the place where the sky collapsed.

In an instant, Chen Changsheng had arrived at Buzhou Mountain.

At this time, Buzhou Mountain is no longer boundless and majestic as before, and the ridge is broken from halfway up.

The infinite divine power also dissipated at this time.

And the endless coercion that once pervaded the entire Buzhou Mountain is no longer visible at this time.

Chen Changsheng frowned slightly, but he didn't pay much attention.

In an instant, it landed where the corpses of the twelve ancestor witches were.

　(biej) At this moment, within Chen Changsheng's body, the power of the ancestral witch's essence and blood moved slightly.

Where the blood dries up, where the eleven ancestor witches are dim, all the gods are condensed.

Under the traction of the streamer, drops of blood essence slowly stagnate, evolving in the void.

Just a single drop of blood can cause the void to collapse and the avenue to become chaotic.

But those eleven fleshly bodies were completely reduced to ashes and slowly dissipated into the heavens.

Only a glimmer of divine light remained in midair.

The soul of a living being is divided into three souls and seven souls.

Roaring, the seven souls dissipate, the heavenly soul returns to heaven, and the human soul exists in the place where the body dies, or on the corpse.

Earth soul reincarnation.

If the three souls are all destroyed, there will be a trace of true spirit left in the earth soul.

It can also be used for reincarnation, but the reincarnation of a true spirit will cut off all karma in the previous life.

All the memories of the past will also disappear.

If the true spirit disperses, there is still a possibility, a glimmer of divine light.

Of course, Shen Guang would have no chance of rebirth.

Even the restoration of the existence of the great supernatural power is no longer possible.

It's just a trace of illusion left by the living beings.