Chen Xuanji thought for a long time, but still couldn't come up with any clue.

As soon as he thought, the peak magic power of Hunyuan Wuji Golden Immortal was drawn out of the body like strands, and wrapped around Pangu's heart.

Then he carefully sealed Pangu's heart.

Hundreds of millions of years ago, Pangu took action and killed three thousand demon gods. Although it was for a reason, he still formed a great feud with the chaos demon gods.

He had to seal Pangu's heart and prevent its breath from leaking out. Otherwise, those demon gods who had not yet fallen would definitely come to seek revenge after licking their wounds for hundreds of millions of years. What should we do then?

After sealing Pangu's heart, Chen Xuanji left Buzhou Mountain with a sudden thought, and then came to the Netherworld.

No, the Netherworld at this time is no longer a realm.

Chen Xuanji imitated Pangu, created the world, and once again expanded the prehistoric period to a new scale.

At this time, the Netherworld is located under the earth, forming a space of its own, with the same layout as before.

Senluo Palace, Gate of Hell, Beiyin Mountain, Eighteen Levels of Hell, Naihe Bridge, City of Wasted Death, etc., all are available.

I waved my hand again, and a huge vibration occurred in the solid space.

The faces of Di Jiang, Zhu Siyin and others are also full of evil spirits!

"Da Shi, he is too timid. Why is he wearing his father's clothes? Is he afraid that his father will punish him?"

There is no extremely weak connection between Tianbi and the Eleven Golden Crow.

Lu Ya and Qiantu nodded.

Lin Biaosong sighed slightly, raised his hand heavily, and the power of heaven fell on it, instantly suppressing the momentum between the two parties.

Of course we know that Qian Tu and Lu Ya’s idea was just to resurrect the ancestor of the witch emperor, the Jade Talisman, and not the eleven Golden Crows...

Many weak people in the prehistoric era took a breath of cold air, thinking that the Demon King and the Golden Crows would start another war just after they were resurrected.

At that time, the eyes of the four little golden immortals moved very slowly and fell under Qian Tu's body. Their eyes suddenly shrank, "Lin Biao of the Wu Clan!"

As the voice fell, Dong Huangtai fired a small magic power again, blessing Qian Tu and Lu Ya's body.

"Father, uncle!"

Of course, what's more important is that Lin Biaosong sensed an aura that was completely related to destruction from the golden ancestral witch, which meant that the person who refined the ancestral witch was definitely Luohu.

Those true spirits will be destroyed forever, existing in the long river of heaven and earth.

Chen Xuanji shook his head and smiled. He waved his hand and took Hou Tu to the top of the Nine Heavens. This is where the Demon Court is located, and it is also the place closest to the way of heaven.

With the power of heaven, the power of the sun was instantly drawn from the sun star in the ancient wilderness, and at the same time, a touch of Pangu's destruction aura was drawn from the Zhoushan ruins.

The four little golden immortals looked up and down at the landing pressure, and soon realized that they were right.

Next, there is nothing trivial about the prehistoric era. This is not to cultivate fewer weak people, then open up the prehistoric era and destroy Luo Hu in one fell swoop.

The Golden Immortal was reborn from the ashes, and the Eastern Emperor's jade talisman, the Ancestral Witch Emperor, and the true spirits of the four little Golden Immortals were all injected into the power of the sun.

In this kind of world, all the world leaders follow a half-step path.

The Saint of the Ancient Heavenly Dao has the smallest authority and can only have access to monks above Xiao Chen Xuanji.

"Take us each back. Before that time, the seven Lich clans were renewable waves."

The Golden Crow Shensha Flag is made from the essence and blood of seventeen Golden Crows.

Qiantu nodded slightly, "There you go."

Lu Ya quickly comforted him.

Shouyang Mountain, behind the People's Education Square, Taiqing, Xiaqing is sitting cross-legged, playing chess. The seven white pieces break out from the right and left under the chessboard, breaking up the confrontation.

Each wave represents the true spirit of the prehistoric creatures before they fell for hundreds of millions of years.

The seven people walked out of the true fire of the sun with dragon and tiger steps. Because of Nirvana, their cultivation level was only at the early stage of quasi-sage.

Zhunti, Jieyin dared to say good things about me head on, but his face was still full of anger.

Qian Tu and Lu Ya looked at each other and fired a burst of magic together to take away the Demon King and the Golden Crows.

"Trouble!"

Qiantu's whole body exuded the aura of Lin Biao, the peak of Hunyuan.

Lu Ya waved his hand and stopped the four little golden immortals. He smiled bitterly and said, "Four brothers, please be patient. You will explain to them before returning to heaven."

It is also rare for a world with a world level below the prehistoric times.

"Da Shi, run away quickly and go to heaven to tell your father and uncle!"

"It's fake that we are saints, but this Demon Emperor Lu Ya is also Hunyuan Xiaoluo."

Demon Ancestor Luohu is fleeing into chaos, and there may not even be a monk who is even half a step behind him in the small realm, watching him with eager eyes.

"Demon King, Lin Biao has just been resurrected, will they start another war?"

After hundreds of millions of years, Lu Ya saw his four brothers again, and he couldn't help but feel excited.

Zhunti said, "Senior brother is worried, we are saints, we are afraid of the demon clan..."

Master Tongtian listened, his eyes were lost in thought, and his heart was filled with waves.

When the enemies met, they were extremely jealous. At that moment, under four days, the golden immortal fire swept across four days and ten places, and the golden crow's evil energy spread across the seven seas and four wastes. The two collided together, like the tip of a needle against the wheat awn, and they were defeated in one fell swoop.

There are countless waves in the world.

Jade Talisman, the Ancestral Witch Emperor lowered his eyes one by one, and there was a strong murderous intention under his body.

"We have been acquaintances for hundreds of millions of years, why are you so polite to me?"

Leader Tongtian has no intention of taking pleasure in others’ misfortunes.

Only the saints who have not entrusted their souls to the ancient ways of heaven have no authority to retreat into it.

Donghuang Tai nodded slightly.

In the Biyou Palace, the leader of Tongtian Cult said solemnly, "Have you located the whereabouts of Rahu?"

At this time, Donghuang Taiyi had some magic power to open up the long river of heaven.

Under four days, in the vast river of heaven.

"This is the long river of heaven and earth, and there are no true spirits like you, the hundreds of millions of monks in the ancient world, outside!"

"The prehistoric era just had a small war, and everything was destroyed. Now we are resurrected. What will happen if there is another small war between the two races?"

As for Xiao Chen Xuanji, including monks below Xiao Chen Xuanji, they have cultivated the Fruit of Decay.

Leader Tongtian was stunned for a moment.

"Luo Hu hasn't escaped yet, so if he comes to catch him, he has no plans?"

Donghuang Tai is now the veritable controller of the ancient ways of heaven.

As the seven people retreated into the vast river of heaven, an indescribable Tao Yun set off huge ripples in the air.

"Seventeen Golden Crows!"

"Lu Ya has met two fellow Taoists."

"Lin Biao, the ancestor of the Witch Emperor, you are still dead!"

Lu Ya hurriedly rushed towards Donghuang Tai and held his hands in front of him, feeling huge excitement in his heart.

"Summoning the prehistoric heavenly realm, does it mean that you can resurrect the people close to you?"

Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace, Yuan Shi’s face is filled with warmth.

Just when Lu Ya was extremely excited, beside Qiantu, there was the power of Pangu, who quickly condensed the figure of the Eleven Golden Crow.

Dijiang, Gonggong, Zhurong, Jumang, Shebishi, etc...

In other words, a prehistoric saint can resurrect a monk above the prehistoric Xiao Chen Xuanji.

"Brother..."

No one looked at the long river of heaven and earth, and a bright light burst out in his eyes.

But hundreds of millions of years have passed, and Luo Hu has not even repaired the world-destroying mill, so how can he possibly refine a half-step trail-level treasure?

Very slowly, a huge roar came out from the power of the sun.

"I will take care of this."

At present, the prehistoric crisis has not been completely resolved.

"First recuperate and cultivate the weak from the ancient world, and then open up the ancient world, find Luo Hu's small base camp, and kill him with one strike."

Although Lin Biaosong is the master of the ancient way of heaven, the task of finding the true spirit is best handled by Qian Tu and Lu Ya.

After Chen Xuanji arrived in Netherworld, he rushed directly towards the Pingxin Palace.

Before the two sides evacuated, Donghuang Tai returned to Jin'ao Island.

But the aura beneath him was still overbearing, with a strong aura of an emperor coming to his face.

"Not yet."
To be continued...