"So that's it." Bo Yikao nodded, his face showing a fresh look. Although the demon master's words cannot be believed, it also gave him a new understanding of the game of chess in the prehistoric world.

Bo Jian's soul body showed a confused look. He was puzzled. Could it be that the prehistoric saints who had been living in the calculations of all saints for thousands of years, and even the human race had always respected and offered support were the real culprits that almost caused the human race to exterminate?

Although he was still a child, he had witnessed it with his own eyes that the third ancestor of the human race died tragically under the Donghuang Bell, why did Kunpeng die at the hands of a saint when he came to Kunpeng's mouth? Could it be that everything he saw was a scam?

Unfortunately, Bo Jian was just a child at the time and only fled under the protection of his parents. He had seen the battle from afar. Without cultivation, he naturally could not tell whether the two emperors of the demon clan were true or false. However, there was one thing he could see clearly.

"Young Master, the incident at that time is indeed strange. Everyone in the prehistoric world knows that Taiyi and Fuxi are the cultivation of quasi-saints. However, the third ancestor was unable to defeat the two demon emperors for several days with the peak cultivation of Daluo Jinxian, and even gained the upper hand. In the end, Taiyi angrily shook the Donghuang Bell. The third ancestor who had already gained a little bit of the upper hand suddenly died suddenly."

"At the time when I was practicing Taoism, I only thought that the Third Ancestor was able to compete with the two demon emperors with the best number of people. It was the Donghuang Bell who was the first to be treasured and powerful, so I killed the Third Ancestor. Now it seems that this matter is beneficial."

Bo Jian’s meaning is very obvious. Only after practicing Taoism can one realize that the difference between the quasi-saint and the Daluo Golden Immortal is that even the true immortals and immortals are far from defeating one more person. The two demon emperors at that time must have ghosts.

And the Donghuang Bell was probably the saint in Kunpeng's mouth that took action, which made the Third Ancestor instantly disappear and had no power to resist.

"Oh? Have you witnessed what happened back then?" Kunpeng was a little surprised. He was worried that Bo Yikao would not believe it, but he didn't expect that someone here had witnessed the battle back then.

"Yes, I was still a child at that time, but I was only ten years old. My parents protected me and ran away all the way, and finally hid me on the top of a mountain. Unfortunately, they died in front of me. I hid on the top of the mountain for several years, and inexplicably obtained a martial art, so I began to practice. Finally, I had the cultivation of this true immortal, which also allowed me to completely witness the battle of the demon clan slaughtering the human race."

At this point, Bo Jian's soul body looked strange and stared at Kunpeng, but there was less hatred for the demon clan in his eyes and a little more doubt.

Bo Yikao was more confused than him. He naturally knew how the saints could hide their ways and survive until now. After all, a person who witnessed the war with his own eyes could see the flaws of the fake demon king with a little thought. The saints would not allow such mistakes to survive in the world.

"Who is the name of the mountain you are hiding in? How can you escape the investigation of the twelve golden immortals and the Sheng Rao?"

As soon as Bo Yikao said this, Kunpeng looked at Bo Jian curiously, but saw Bo Jian slowly shook his head and said, "I don't know what the mountain is. After I went down the mountain, I went to search for the mountain but saw no trace, as if it had never appeared."

Kunpeng's eyes were even more curious: "When I calculate it." After taking a look at the apricot yellow flag, Kunpeng then retrieved the Hetu Luoshu, pinched a spell, and the Luoshu immediately unfolded.

Luoshu shone brightly, obviously deducing, but he didn't expect that Kunpeng frowned after a while and said, "How strange, there is something that I can't calculate in the River Tu Luoshu."

He looked at Bo Yikao and Daji.

OK, it seems that I can't calculate anything about these two.

While Kunpeng was calculating, Nuwa in the palace of Wa frowned slightly, pinched her fingers and then chuckled slightly, held up a lotus stem in her hand, and a trace of recollection flashed in her eyes, saying, "It turns out that it is your Kunpeng who is calculating that thing back then. It's better to use your hand to tell the human race the truth back then."

Kunpeng was wondering why Bo Jian said that he could not calculate the use of the River Map and Luoshu, but suddenly heard a sound transmission, his face was stunned, and a look of a look was revealed.

Looking at Bo Jian, Kunpeng sighed inwardly about his good luck.

"No wonder fellow Taoist Bo Jian was able to escape the disaster. The mountain you mentioned was the backhand of Nuwa's human race. Unfortunately, Nuwa cannot take action head-on, and can only protect you who entered the mountain. If your parents don't leave the mountain, they should be able to escape the disaster."

"It turned out that the Empress took action. No wonder the thief passed by the mountain but did not go up the mountain to investigate. He just passed by and slaughtered other human compatriots." The soul body knelt on the ground and bowed deeply to the direction where the Imperial Palace of Wa was located.

It’s just a pity that Nuwa wouldn’t know that the machine was blocked. If Kunpeng hadn’t used the demon tribe to calculate the events of that year and touched the lotus stem in Nuwa’s hand, Nuwa wouldn’t have calculated the machine at all.

But even so, Nuwa only calculated that Kunpeng and Bo Jian together. As for Bo Yikao and Daji, Nuwa had never noticed it.

With Bo Jian as evidence, Bo Yikao finally believed Kunpeng's words seven or eight, looked up at the sky, and showed a hint of sharpness. This prehistoric world seemed to be far from as simple as he imagined, but in the future he could not act just based on the later generations he had mastered.

Looking at Kunpeng, Bo Yikao hesitated for a moment before saying, "Does the demon master want to let the demon clan be born again?"

When Kunpeng heard this, his eyes flashed. He explained the ancient secrets that had been in the past for a long time, but it was not for the purpose of revealing the saint's face to others. If he had no cultivation, he would dare not provoke the saint. Now, the fish has finally taken the bait.

"Oh? I don't know what this means?" Although he was excited, he asked in confusion. He also wanted to see how the demon emperor was going to compete with the saint with the abnormality of the destiny.

In this way, he could use Bo Yikao and the current human race to make the demon race reappear in the prehistoric world.

"The demon master should know about this God-Terminating Tribulation?" A mysterious smile flashed in Bo Yikao's eyes. He carefully observed Kunpeng's expression changes, and thought to himself that the fish had taken the bait.

He was confident that Kunpeng would help the human race. After all, there were many demon races who were plotted by the saints on the list of gods this time. Although Kunpeng had not yet known this moment, he could definitely guess what the saint planned.

He wanted to use the demon clan and Kunpeng to calculate the saintly sank in this disaster.

Of course, no one knows who is fishing for these two people, so they can only use each other.

"Nature knows." Kunpeng's mouth twitched. Isn't this nonsense? The River Tu Luoshu in his hand was transformed from a petal of a chaotic green lotus. It can calculate all things in the vast world. How can he not know the Great Tribulation of the God?

What's more, he is leaning on the saint Nuwa.

"This catastrophe of the Gods should have been a disaster for the Saint Sect. I am afraid that the Three Pure Ones will cause trouble to the east and let all the cultivators of our human race and your demons make up for their lives. If the demon master is willing to let the demons come out to help me, I will definitely not hurt our people and demons. I will put all the children of the saints on the list of gods. What do the demon master think?"

As soon as this said, Kunpeng was shocked. He killed the children of the saints without any harm to the demons. How confident is this? How dare Bo Yikao?
Chapter completed!