Hong Huang: The Start Shocked The Leader Of Tongtian

Everyone's eyes changed when they saw Qin Hao. Is this a fool!

Pangu God Axe was motionless.

Qin Hao glanced back at the crowd, embarrassed to be seen.

In desperation, Qin Hao suddenly covered the axe of Pangu's Divine Axe.

The golden light suddenly raged, blinding everyone's eyes.

When the golden light flashed, I saw the Pangu God Axe in Qin Hao's hands, being watched and played with.

What a holy artifact to take advantage of!

Qin Hao took it in his hand and swiped it twice, using it handily and excitedly.

However, this scene awakened everyone.

"How can he manage it!"

"he……"

"Does God Axe recognize the Lord?"

There was a panic in the audience, with doubts, shocks and surprises.

"Ding!"

"Shock from Gonggong!"

"Shock from Zhu Rong!"

"Shock from Dijiang!"

"..."

"Reward the host for 300,000 years of cultivation!"

Qin Hao was a little forgetful, completely ignoring the rewards of the system, only feeling a powerful force suddenly attacked.

"Boom!" A cry.

When Qin Hao excitedly held up the Pangu Divine Axe, a thick beam of light rose into the sky.

The golden dome of the main hall was directly pierced by a huge hole by the beam of light.

The beam of light shines, straight into the sky endlessly.

The ancestor Hongjun woke up suddenly!

Looking at the immense light from the impact of Pangu's god axe, one can't help but lose his color.

"Pangu God Axe! Was it used passively?"

In a hurry, the ancestor Hongjun flicked his fingers and stared suddenly, because he couldn't figure out who was driving the movement.

Then he slowly closed his eyes and pointed his forehead with two fingers.

This is to open the eyes of the sky.

A picture appeared in Hongjun's ancestor's mind, which was the picture of Qin Hao holding up the Pangu God Axe.

"Who is this person?"

The ancestor Hongjun opened his eyes and frowned, but he couldn't count Qin Hao's fate.

In the Nüwa Palace, both Fuxi and Nüwa frowned deeply, looking at the splendid light.

"It's Pan Gu Axe!"

There was no expression in Fuxi's eyes, but waves of shock in his heart followed one after another.

The power of Pangu God Axe is almost incomparable in the prehistoric world.

Once it is activated, it means that the number of days has changed.

Lich War!

Although it was only a war between the Eastern Emperor Taiyi and the Wu Clan, Nuwa Fuxi was also a member of the Yao Clan.

If there is no partiality, I am afraid it is hard to be convincing.

Taiyi, the Eastern Emperor of the Demon Palace, was seriously injured and unhealed.

Seeing the power of Pangu's Divine Axe, his face turned dead gray.

"Is the number of days like this!"

Donghuang Taiyi was shocked, and there was an unspeakable sadness.

Although the number of days in the Witch clan battle can be known, it is difficult to calculate after this variable.

Donghuang Zhong is a heaven and earth artifact, with it in hand, as long as Donghuang Taiyi succeeds in hitting the semi-sage, he can surely win it in one fell swoop.

Now that Pangu God Axe is activated, Donghuang Taiyi has not had enough confidence.

"No, absolutely not."

With a resolute expression on the face of the Eastern Emperor, sitting cross-legged on the futon, offering the Eastern Emperor Bell, the endless black energy poured into it.

Against the Pangu God Axe, the only way to temper the Donghuang Bell again.

"It's him, it must be him!"

The Master Tongtian clenched his fists, his aura alive, and a faint worry.

"Master, are you referring to the Supreme Elder?"

The Taoist Taoist asked a lot.

The hearts of the Master Tongtian have been pulled together. These days, Qin Hao was not on Jin'ao Island, but had done a lot of things that shocked the world.

He gradually understood why Yuanshi Tianzun and Taishang Laojun would take action.

"Originally peaceful, because of his appearance, there are too many waves."

Taishang Laojun stroked his beard and took a deep breath.

Yuanshi Tianzun looked solemn, his face was like black charcoal.

"Ding!"

"Shock from Hongjun!"

"Shock from Dijiang!"

"Shock from Nuwa!"

"Shock from Tongtian!"

"..."

Countless shocks were remembered in Qin Hao's mind, and he shocked the entire prehistoric once again.

"Reward the host for 500,000 years of cultivation!"

"Reward the host with a pair of gold pools!"

The Golden Wing attracted Qin Hao's attention, and then he put away the Pangu Divine Axe, ignoring the shocked faces.

"System, what is Golden Wing?"

"Return to the host, the golden wings are just a bunch of wings!"

Qin Hao frowned slightly, thinking of his previous life, and dreaming of flying, and he was immediately intrigued.

"Is it possible to fly without a mount or spiritual power?"

The system fell silent, and suddenly there was a pain in the back.

"what!"

Qin Hao screamed, shocking everyone.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, a pair of golden wings grew on Qin Hao's back.

The pain dissipated, Qin Hao looked back, agitated in shock.

"Huh! Huh!"

Qin Hao stirred his wings twice with his thoughts, and his feet actually floated up, really flying.

In a state of excitement, Qin Hao spread his wings again and flew around the main hall, just like a tiger.

"Ding!"

"Shock from Gonggong!"

"Shock from Tianwu!"

"Shock from red!"

"..."

"Reward the host for 200,000 years of cultivation!"

Qin Hao was madly surprised and condescending as he watched the worship of a group of people, only to converge from his pride.

When it landed, everyone reacted.

Zhu Rong stepped forward dumbfounded and touched the golden wings of Qin Hao's back, envious.

"receive!"

Qin Hao said silently, and the golden wings suddenly disappeared.

"Meet the Holy Lord!"

The witch sobered from her consternation, and quickly bowed to the ground with her palms on the ground.

This is the most solemn etiquette of the Wu people.

"Holy Lord?"

Everyone in the witch tribe was taken aback, they all looked at Qin Hao, not understanding what the witch meant.

The holy lord is the leader of the witch clan, and Pangu Dadao disappears, so the witch clan has only ancestral witches and no clan lord.

For thousands of years, the tribes have been like scattered sand, because there is no co-owner.

The witch respectfully paid homage to Qin Hao again, then raised her head and glanced at everyone.

"Pangu God Axe recognizes Qin Hao as the master, that is, the will of Pangu Great God. I wait for him to worship him as the holy master."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone suddenly came to their senses, and then paid homage to the ceremony one after another.

The eleven ancestral witches also sincerely worshipped.

However, Qin Hao was at a loss. As a human guardian, how could he be the lord of the Witch Clan?

"I'm a mortal, it's really hard to do it."

Qin Hao shunned sincerely, after all, there will be no more witch clan in the prehistoric war.

This is the number of days in the great avenue, and he doesn't want to live and die with the Wu clan.

What's more, Qin Hao just wants to be free from the world, unfettered, but doesn't want to be tied up.

"This is the number of days, and the Holy Lord must not profanity."

The words of the witch aroused everyone's sympathy and echoed them together.

This made Qin Hao at a loss, and he could only waste it.

After a long while, everyone didn't mean to change their minds at all.

"All get up first!"

They are all ancient gods, and Qin Hao is afraid that he will lose his life if he pays homage to a human being.

"If the Holy Lord disagrees, I can't afford to wait."

As the boss of the Wu clan, Di Jiang spoke sonorously and did not give Qin Hao a chance to refuse.

This is to catch the ducks on the shelves!

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