"Luo Hu was repulsed and seriously injured. He could not recover for hundreds of millions of years. The devil's attack failed again. This time, I, Honghuang, once again won a complete victory."

Everyone told Xuangui about the outcome of the battle between Dao and Demon with joyful faces.

The Xuangui was stunned for a while, until finally he sighed.

"It's a pity that I, the old turtle, couldn't see that scene."

Sun Wukong held the golden cudgel unwillingly.

"It's a pity that Na Luohu escaped in the end. During the last battle between Dao and Demon, Na Luohu left a prophecy, saying that if Dao is one foot high, the devil is ten feet high. Will he invade our prehistoric land again in the future?

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Sun Wukong's words suddenly silenced all the saints and Hunyuan, and at the same time they felt a huge sense of crisis.

Yes, Rahu is no longer the Rahu from the battle between Tao and demons hundreds of millions of years ago.

Now, he is the reincarnation of the Demon God of Destruction, holding the world-destroying treasure in his hand, the world-destroying great grind.

But at the peak of the Demon God of Destruction, he had half a step of cultivation.

"I dare to ask the little god Pangu, what does the small Dao realm represent, and what does the Hongmeng era mean?"

The Eight Thousand Demon Gods of Chaos represent the Eight Thousand Paths of Chaos, which are the foundation of chaos and the world.

In addition, with no frontier and Lu pressure, even if the Eleven Ancestral Witches, Emperor Jun, and Chen Xuanji want to start a war again, they may not be able to do so.

Today's prehistoric times are not yet the era of saints and Hunyuan.

His father, Emperor Jun, and his uncle, Zhu Mingyun, both died in this battle. This battle became an eternal pain in Lu Ya's heart.

"In less than ten epochs, the last Chaos Battlefield will be opened again. If you keep that token, you must win the quota to retreat to the Hongmeng Era when the last Chaos Battlefield opens, and finally you can

..."

"Except for the top Chaos Demon Gods such as Yangmei, Yin Yang, Qian Kun, Destiny, Time, Years, and Destruction, everything else has been contaminated by weird things."

The front soil was handed over, and the figure turned into foam and quickly dissipated.

All saints, Hunyuan was stunned for a moment, and then swept towards the devastated small land.

That time when I returned to Zixiao Palace, I also wanted to understand the method of enlightenment in the inner world, and to re-prove the Hunyuan Extreme Witch Clan.

"After countless epochs, for some reason, the Hongmeng era suddenly passed away, and the weakest person who could be born in the chaos was only half a step away."

Ten epochs are not a period of one million and a half years, nor does it mean that the battlefield of chaos will begin in less than a million and a half years.

There is nothing wrong with whether the Zuwu Emperor is good or bad. I need to ask Pangu about his heart.

However, the subsequent pre-disaster reconstruction work is still quite arduous.

Emperor Zuwu's heart was shaken violently and he continued to ask.

As time goes by, there is still no way for it to undergo any changes, and the bad image will always exist.

Is the small path realm not the end of spiritual practice?

The Ancestral Witch Emperor was even more awe-struck. A weak person who was half a step down from the path had never been so coercive before he died hundreds of millions of years ago.

"Little God Pangu fell into a deep sleep, perhaps not because the source of the Hongmeng Principle was exhausted. There was no chance to find it a few days ago. Little God Pangu may not wake up one day."

"Buzz!"

Your beautiful eyes fall under the Zuwu Emperor, with a strange look.

The Zuwu Emperor stepped forward and retreated. Inside Pangu Hall, the furnishings remained the same as before.

The little god Pangu looked at the ancestral wizard emperor with confusion on his face and smiled.

Zhu Mingyun was shocked. Half a step down the path to Pangu was not so terrifying.

The Ancestral Witch Emperor only knew that Pangu, not the eight thousand Chaos Demon Gods, were all born from chaos. As for the seven words Hongmeng Era, he had never heard of it.

Under Pangu's heart, there is an eternal will that will decay or perish, and will exist forever.

That incident was a life-long pain in Qiantu's heart, except for allowing the golden immortals to thrive in the Netherworld.

When it reappeared, it was the Zhoushan ruins that had not yet been reached, and Pangu Hall was buried there.

"Fellow Taoist, if you don't have any magic power, can you help me to resurrect the ancestral witches?"

At the same time, a huge sigh came out, and a smell of time came to my face.

At the same time, a transparent stone quickly rolled down from the bottom of the heart.

As a result, Jinxian was able to cast a broken version of the Seventeen-Du Tianshensha Formation at the last moment, and died together in a small battle with the demon clan.

Even if the power outside the transparent stone is exhausted, Zhu Mingjun can still feel the terrifying power contained outside the stone.

But in mid-air, there was a red, broken heart.

His eyes were as deep as the starry sky and the small sea, looking at the Ancestral Witch Emperor indifferently.

"Little God Pangu is so polite."

"But then, the Hongmeng Era suddenly appeared in the chaos, and left ten Hongmeng Tokens, and explained that every one hundred epochs, the weakest half-step path monk in the chaos can retreat to the Hongmeng Era.

."

The Ancestral Witch Emperor smiled bitterly. It turned out that Tu and Lu Ya's previous cultivation was not enough to summon the true spirits of the Seventeenth Ancestral Witch, Emperor Jun, and Chen Xuanjiyi from beyond the vast river of heaven.

Pangu's face showed dignity for the first time.

The demonic blood is still squirming in Chen Xuanji's palm, as if it has huge life and vitality.

Pangu Hall is as profound and mysterious as it will be hundreds of millions of years later, exuding the aura of eternity and destruction.

Very slowly, all the saints and Hunyuan left one by one, and even Daozu Hongjun returned to Zixiao Palace to recover from his injuries.

It connects every part of Pangu Palace and maintains the operation of Pangu Palace.

The heart knot of the former soil is not the same as the previous soil, and the pressure of the land is also the same as Gan.

"He must have no doubts in his heart. Just ask, the power outside Hongmeng Daoyuan is about to be exhausted, and it has been a long time since you woke up."

Thousands of sighs flashed through Emperor Zu Wu's heart, but I ignored the sighs in my heart and continued.

The Ancestral Witch Emperor was firm and agreed directly. As for resurrecting the eleven Ancestral Witches, Emperor Jun, and Chen Xuanji, a small war broke out between the seven Lich clans. It was life or death, but Zhu Mingyun did not think so.

Calculating that way, I am afraid there is a huge gap between the Quasi-Sage and the Hunyuan Xiaoluo Wu Clan.

The figure spoke hastily, and I looked at Zhu Mingjun with a smile on my face.

Although the prehistoric world has expanded several times in size, the innate spiritual energy has flooded into the prehistoric world again.

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"Eight Thousand Chaos Demon Gods?"

It turned into a prehistoric world again, and even the eighty-eight days were shattered.

"When you return from Pangu Palace, you will help him."

Before sending Qian Tu away and Lu Ya, the Ancestral Witch Emperor had a thought and disappeared from the place in an instant.

"Hongmeng Taoyuan?"

"While he is sick, I want to kill him. I have a drop of Rahu's essence and blood in my hand. I can use this thing to calculate his location. I don't believe that he can resist even though he is seriously injured..."

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I handed over my prehistoric heavenly authority, and now my strength is no longer that of Hunyuan Youji Zhu Ming, but has fallen to the fourth level of Hunyuan Xiaoluo Zhu Ming.

"The little god Pangu opened the sky back then, but in order to perfect his own path, did he become a lower path?"

"The Small Dao Realm is within reach, but it was only born in the Hongmeng Era. Even if you succeed in opening the sky, you still have the method to prove the Dao. You can only weaken a little bit in strength, and at the same time win a place to retreat to the Hongmeng Era."
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"Back then, you didn't open the sky to weaken your strength just to win over that thing."

"In that case, why did little God Pangu have the right to kill eight thousand Chaos Demon Gods back then!"

An era is one hundred and seventy-four thousand four hundred years.

A small battle between Taoists and demons almost plowed Honghuang back and forth several times from the outside to the inside.

What does that mean? It means that Pangu’s killing of eight thousand Chaos Demon Gods is a very unusual thing

But before the Ancestral Witch Emperor reached the Hunyuan Youji Witch Clan, he thought so.

Resurrecting the eleven ancestral witches is also the goal pursued by the former Tu Zi Zi Zhai.

Come here, the Ancestral Witch Emperor uses his small magic power to create the world, and with the help of the power of Kaitian Xuanhuang, the eight realms will be unified.

Zhu Mingjun handed over his hand with a very humble attitude.

The bad image felt the aura of the Ancestral Witch Emperor, and Pangu's heart shook again.

“That’s less of a thank you to fellow Taoist.”

"The Small Dao Realm can be said, described, and described. It is far superior to the Hunyuan Extreme Witch Clan. If you say it now, it will be of no harm or benefit to him. As for outside the Hongmeng Era, there are no Small Dao Realm monks. If you mention

If it comes, it will be sensed by us in an instant. For him now, is it necessary?"
To be continued...