If we say that thousands of years ago, Yang Lin's deeds of fighting against the demon clan, killing Zhunti, and fighting against the ancestral witch shocked the world and was famous throughout history,

This time, after experiencing Zhu Minghe, killing Kunpeng, directly crushing the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation, as well as the top leaders of the demon clan, and fighting Nuwa at her peak, it caused some panic.

They discovered that above their heads, in addition to Daozu, there was another person who brought them despair.

Especially the battle with Nuwa...

The snake that surrounds the world and the power of creating the world shocked all the monks. Unknowingly, a certain female monk had become unfathomable and difficult to catch up in her life. The most terrifying thing was Yang Lin's axe.

Heaven, the power to destroy the world.

In their view, Nuwa's power has actually reached the master stage, which is the pinnacle of the quasi-sage stage, and is also the goal of their lifelong efforts.

This level of cultivation was broken by Yang Lin with one blow, which was a blow to everyone's soul.

"Moreover, he has acquired the Hongmeng Purple Qi. He will definitely have a breakthrough in his cultivation strength in the near future..."

"You must not mess with this person, otherwise, disaster will befall you."

Seeing the shocking battle end, the monks onlookers dispersed quietly, feeling frustrated in their hearts.

Even the Twelve Ancestral Witches looked gloomy and no one wanted to speak.

They think that this world is their world.

Now it seems that this is not the case.

After witnessing this battle, they discovered that they could still gain an upper hand in the battle against the monsters, or at least fight to a draw.

However, there is no chance of victory at all against that Mu Taoist.

Only by setting up a large formation of the Twelve Heavenly Gods can we compete with one or two.

However, summoning Pangu's true body consumes too much and cannot last long.

At the same time, it is not convenient to gather together and set up an array together.

Each Wu clan has its own tribe, each has its own privacy, and sometimes even has contradictions and conflicts. It would be difficult for them to get together all the time.

When the demon clan launches a large formation, it is so powerful that they can still be prepared. Twelve people can gather together as soon as they see something is wrong.

But if they encounter people like Yang Lin, who can move thousands of miles with a single thought and come to attack and kill him alone, the ancestral witches feel that it is very likely that people like them will have been killed before they even have a chance to set up the Heavenly God Evil Formation.

Killed half of them.

"Houtu, don't you have a friendship with Taoist Namu? I wonder if you can recruit reinforcements..."

Di Jiang didn't have the airs of a boss at this time. He looked at Hou Tu and struggled to say a word.

At the beginning, they actually had the best chance to form an alliance with the Taoist and establish a relationship.

When the Mu Tao people face the demon clan alone and face Jieyin Zhunti, they are qualified and capable to help.

However, facing Hou Tu's proposal, the other ancestral witches regarded it as a joke.

They don't think it's necessary.

It's not worth it to offend two major forces for a little-known Taoist.

Now that I think about it, I regret it very much.

"If an opportunity is missed, it will never come again." Hou Tu sighed.

More than a thousand years ago, she asked herself how many times she could compete with the opponent. Although she couldn't defeat him, she didn't think she couldn't catch up.

However, now I no longer even have this thought.

Not on the same level at all.

"Go back to seclusion. Relying on others is ultimately like a flower in the mirror or the moon in the water. It is unreliable. The only way is to become stronger ourselves, practice diligently, and work hard to tap the potential of our bloodline."

"That's all it can do."

The twelve ancestral witches left sadly...

The Monster Clan suffered a big loss. Logically speaking, as the Monster Clan's biggest enemy, they should be happy.

Strangely, the ancestral witches were not happy at all.

What they saw and heard today made them finally wake up.

In this prehistoric period, although the demon clan and witches are showing great power on the surface, the real situation is not like this.

Even if Mu Tao Ren's strength is not considered, in fact, the strength of Nuwa and others has already left them far behind.

Nuwa has become so incredibly powerful.

So, what about Sanqing?

What about the introduction?

Isn't it? It's also surprisingly strong.

Compared with people like Ming He and Hong Yun who were at the same level as him and the Dao Ancestor disciples who had seats in the Zixiao Palace, they were just the ones who could die in one move.

It's really embarrassing.

…

"To become a saint, we must become a saint as soon as possible. I thought that only a few of us have reached the pinnacle of quasi-sage and only need to break through the last hurdle to become a saint. But I didn't expect that it turns out that Taoist Mu and Nuwa

, and have already reached this stage of cultivation a long time ago.”

My expression, which has remained unchanged for hundreds of millions of years, was slightly touched.

As the Pangu Zhengzong, transformed by Yuanshen, and the boss of the Three Pure Ones, although he doesn't show it on his face, he is prouder than anyone else in his heart.

I am one of the most talented heelers, and I should have been far ahead, but I didn't expect that on the road to sainthood, someone would walk alongside me, or even go ahead. How could I accept this?

"Go back to Kunlun and stay locked up. We need to refine the Hongmeng Purple Qi as soon as possible and find an opportunity to become a saint." The original Taoist's expression became even more impatient, and there was a ball of fire in his heart.

He was annoyed to find that after watching the battle between Mu Tao Ren and Nu Wa, he actually felt a sense of invincibility in his heart.

This is a shame.

Nuwa was just fine. Her ability to transform the world was not unstoppable. He was even confident that she would have the upper hand.

However, when facing Taoist Mu, Taoist Yuan carefully savored the opponent's attack power and found that he really couldn't beat it.

It's not a difference in moral conduct, it's a substantial difference in combat power, a difference in strength.

For a while, he couldn't think of a way to crack it. Even if he used the innate treasure Pangu Banner that he had just obtained and given by Daozu, he was not even sure.

Why does Taoist Tongtian make him angry every time he speaks? It's because everything Taoist Tongtian says is true.

It’s not that you can’t recognize the strength of others.

At least, there must be hope of catching up or even surpassing.

If there was no hope, then the dismissive scolding in Zixiao Palace that day would have become the biggest laughing stock in the world.

It has become synonymous with overestimating one's abilities.

"Go back. There is no need to compete with him for the length of a day. After I become a saint, I will not be weaker than others with the power of the Four Swords of Killing Immortals."

Taoist Tongtian was not disappointed at all, but instead looked uplifted.

He has a temper that gets stronger when he is strong.

He will be more excited when there are challenges ahead.

…

Emperor Jun retreated three million miles to the vicinity of Buzhou Mountain, and the scene of horrific destruction with an ax splitting the sky seemed to be still echoing in his eyes...

When he arrived here, protected by the Zhoutian Star Formation with the greatest power, he felt a little more at ease.

Touching his left cheek, which had a dull pain, Di Jun's voice was slightly cold: "Today's humiliation will be unforgettable for the rest of my life. With Mu Taoist's cultivation and strength, even if I, Heavenly Court, go all out, there is no way to resist. Have you thought of a way?
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