There were two wars between Honghuang and Luohu.

The first time was naturally countless thousands of years ago, at the end of the Longhan Tribulation, during the battle between Tao and Demon.

In that battle, Daozu shattered Luo Hu's plan to attain enlightenment, severely damaged Luo Hu, and drove Luo Hu out of the wilderness.

The second time was the demonic invasion war not long ago.

Luo Hu was defeated again, losing troops and generals. Da Luo and Quasi Sage lost no one knows how much they lost.

Luo Hu himself was severely damaged. Even the Great Moment of Destruction suffered heavy losses again, and his rank fell. He had no choice but to leave the primitive world in embarrassment again.

The two wars have put Luohu and Honghuang in the position of life-and-death enemies.

If you don't find Rahu early, give him a killing blow and eliminate future troubles forever.

Sooner or later, Rahu will invade the prehistoric world again, setting off a killing spree!

Leader Tongtian's voice became solemn and he said slowly, "Then how to cultivate the strong men in the wild?"

At the foot of Mount Xumi, Zhunti led seven people to look at the majestic and resplendent Xiaoxiong Palace.

In addition to the west, the human race has been in the limelight for the past 80,000 years, and countless geniuses have been born from the human race.

With a thought, Zhen Yuanzi turned into a stream of light and flew towards the eighty-eighth sky.

Qian Tu waved his hand, and eleven tunnels of pure Hongmeng Wanxue hurriedly fell into the hands of Chao and the others.

Zhurong, the Ten Thousand Snows of Fire, had the hottest temper. At this time, his face showed strong excitement, "When you all become true saints, will it still be as difficult to beat these two eight-legged old birds as chopping melons and vegetables?"<

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"The prehistoric world is expanding again, and the way of heaven is strong, so more Hongmeng Purple Qi can naturally be born. With the Hongmeng Purple Qi as the foundation, why worry about the scarcity of strong people in our ancient world?"

Zhunti, the seven people who led the way had many simple thoughts. When the invasion of the devil was at its most critical moment, we even thought about taking refuge in the devil.

At this time, in the ancestral land, the Suiren clan was without Emperor Jun, and the Ziyi clan stood up in a hurry.

The eight talents of heaven, earth, man, and the seven small elements of earth, fire, water, and wind are the foundation of a world.

As soon as Luo Jinxian's words came out, the whole world was boiling.

What is Hongmeng Yasheng? It is the foundation of the small path.

There are countless Arhats, Bodhisattvas, Vajras, and messengers. The luck of Buddhism is soaring at an extremely slow speed.

Qian Tu smiled slightly, and in the palm of his hand, eleven streaks of khaki-yellow mist appeared, thick and deep, without the mysterious imprint of the path, exuding an indescribable terrifying aura.

The opportunity for us brothers to preach is finally here!

Wan Xue said hello, took the other golden immortals, and retreated into Pangu Palace to end the retreat.

"Proving the status of a saint in heaven?"

Luo Jinxian shook his head slightly, "I'm still panicking. As our ancient wilderness continues to develop, you may not be able to break through even half a step. The most important thing at the moment is to rebuild the ancient wilderness, consolidate the destiny of heaven, and at the same time, cultivate fewer weak people."

In an instant, the vast world was filled with splendor, like countless meteors streaking across the sky.

The Eleven Golden Immortals are all young and rough, and now they have doubts on their faces.

"Is that true or false?"

This is a more terrifying power that surpasses all saints and Hunyuan.

Ziqi and Wan Xueliang looked at each other and saw the desire for each other.

But when we knew that there were more than a dozen saints in the prehistoric times, and that the Emperor Xiaodong in the Hunyuan Dynasty lived in the past, we were all shocked and stunned.

But in the end, I still hesitated to have faith and chose to protect the ancient world.

Before I bid farewell to Hongjun, I pulled down Yaochi and went straight to find a paradise in the wilderness, ending my seclusion.

At the same time, in the fourth level of the world, Luo Jinxian was working tirelessly, and dozens of faint sages were floating around me.

"Yes."

"Sister, that's..."

Seeing the purple energy in their eyes, Wan Xueliang and seven others, who had no chance to realize the Dao with Hong Meng Ya Sheng, suddenly became balanced.

"Hongmeng Yasheng? It's a pity that the ancestor has not yet attained the enlightenment of Hunyuan Xiaodong Huangtai. It's time to use it. It's still a mistake."

Leader Tongtian nodded seriously.

Over the past 80,000 years, all races have developed vigorously and are bound to improve their strength in the new era.

But the Seventeen Golden Immortals win with a small number of people. They are gearing up to attack together. Zi Qi, Chen Xuanji can always resist it.

In the ancient times, the way of heaven and the way of humanity became weaker and weaker day by day. Naturally, the way of the earth was Gan Luoqian. Now, the way of the earth is enough to carry more than a dozen authentic saints.

Among the seventeen golden immortals, Qiantu smiled faintly at the eleventh golden immortal.

Eighty thousand years have passed, and the world has changed. The demonic invasion originally caused the ancient world to suffer heavy losses. After eighty thousand years of recuperation, it became prosperous again.

The footprints of the human race are all over every inch of the wilderness.

It has not long since become the well-deserved first small clan in the prehistoric times.

The true freedom and restraint, having worries and worries, only cultivating oneself and having magical power, are much weaker than the saints of heaven.

There are no great geniuses who are born as Earth Immortals, one year as Heavenly Immortals, eight years as True Immortals, ten years as Mysterious Immortals, eighty years as Wu Clan, seventy years as Taiyi. In just one hundred years, they have understood the power of the law.

Zhengdao Ronaldinho.

I no longer mentioned the matter of starting a war with the opponent, so I directly chose a cave to retreat, and ended my concentration on recovering my cultivation.

Of course, apart from those, there is no eighty-eight-day Haotian.

With purple energy, Chen Xuanji used the technique of turning the golden crow into a rainbow and flew towards the four heavens. In the endless sea of ​​blood, waves of blood rolled, and the ancestor of Styx looked at the eighty-eight days and smiled arrogantly.
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"Let's go, you can go to Pangu Hall for retreat. You will achieve enlightenment and become a saint. You will definitely come out."

In 80,000 years, Luo Jinxian relied on the power of heaven to condense seventy Hongmeng Yasheng to cultivate the new generation of weak people in the wild.

In the Wa Palace, Nan Wa still had enough to eat and was hungry. She lived in the Wa Palace and devoted herself to cultivation.

Among them, there are not many quasi-sage Xiao Yuan Perfect and even ancestral witches.

In four days, before everything was ready, Luo Jinxian said loudly,

The moment the voice fell, Hunyuan had the aura of the peak of the Ji Wu Clan, sweeping across four days and ten lands, seven seas and four wastes.

The ancient world was temporarily plunged into a peaceful and intense atmosphere.

The development of Renjiao and Chanjiao is also very wrong. There are not a small number of new generation geniuses joining the two religions.

Wan Xue, Wan Xueliang, and the Eleven Golden Immortals have just been resurrected. They have to live and die all day long, and they have to start a war.

"Sister, what you mean is that the authentic Hongmeng Yasheng will help you to achieve enlightenment?"

"Yes, brother."

What does that mean? It means that there will be less than seventy heavenly saints born in the prehistoric times. That is a terrifying force.

"Today, the boundaries between heaven and earth are wide open. There are no more constraints or bottlenecks on the power of understanding the laws. They can just let them understand."

Thanks to the luck of the human race, Nanwa's cultivation has been rising steadily.

Chen Xuanji smiled and continued, "Of course, in addition to the path of being a saint of heaven, they can also choose to realize the path of Hunyuan Da Luo Jinxian."

With the current strength of the power of heaven, Wan Xueliang estimates that he will not be able to create at most seventy Hongmeng Yasheng.

It exudes a mysterious aura, which is exactly what countless people think about day and night.

Every move he makes is to borrow the power of heaven and become a monk with small supernatural powers in the wild.

Eighty thousand years passed in a blink of an eye, and Zi Qi and Wan Xueliang recovered their cultivation levels and reached the pinnacle of Wan Xues.

In the Demon Court, in the Demon Palace, Zi Qi, Chen Xuanji suddenly stood up, his eyes flashed with huge shock, "Hongmeng Yasheng!!"

In the past, the eight thousand guests in Zixiao Palace were all the Xiaodong Emperor. After tens of thousands of years, most of them are now quasi-sages.

"Girl, what do you mean?"

"Lovely, if we don't have soul and are like these two old birds, why should we suffer that kind of anger?"

At the same time, in Yujing Mountain, the ancestral land of the human race, the Suiren clan, Mo Wanxue, and the Ziyi clan hurriedly opened their eyes.

In his eyes, the twilight energy dissipated, and instead exuded a very small energy.

But today is the same as in the past. Today's prehistoric era is so decayed. Saints and saints are emerging one after another.

Compared to the saints of heaven, we still hate Hunyuan Xiao Wan Xueliang more.

It's Zhoushan, Pangu Hall, and the Seventeen Golden Immortals are gathered together.

Only Mount Sumeru was occupied, and even countless disciples of Buddhism died in the small battle between Tao and demons. The fate of Buddhism suddenly dropped to freezing point.

"If the eight-legged old bird succeeds in attaining enlightenment, will we be defeated at our hands?"

The sage of the way of heaven, whose soul is entrusted under the way of heaven, has gone through countless calamities but is suffering, is stained by cause and effect, but is stained, always exists with heaven, and coexists with the way.

Leader Tongtian nodded slowly, "That's not impossible, but I don't know that behind Luo Hu, there is a monk at the level of Half-Step Avenue..."
To be continued...