Prehistoric: Across The Country

Although Zhunti himself still retains the holy position, due to Hong Lei's terrifying Dao of Destruction power, his strength is constantly declining, and he will fall from the holy position in a short time.

Zhunti knows better than anyone how difficult it is to become a sage, and it doesn't just need strength.

There are only seven positions in the world that can prove the Tao, and Hong Lei could only prove the Tao after killing Jieyin.

If I fall down from the holy position now, I am afraid that I will never have the chance to become a saint again.

Such deep hatred, how could Zhunti swallow this breath.

In addition, Hong Jun not only did not hold Hong Lei accountable, but even agreed to his suggestion to replace the Heavenly Court.

It completely broke Zhun Ti's mind.

"What a piece of shit Hongjun, what a piece of shit Dao!"

"Since none of you are doing anything to Hong Lei, then I will do it myself. 330"

He cursed and walked to the forbidden place, looked at the seal on the roulette and took a deep breath.

As long as this seal is removed, the most terrifying thing in ancient times will happen, and Zhunti himself may die here because of it.

"Hong Lei! I'm waiting for you at the end of hell!"

With a ruthless look in his eyes, Zhunti tore off the seal on the roulette without hesitation.

In an instant, countless streams of black air rushed out of the seal, and the sky above the Lingshan Mountain was suddenly shrouded in darkness. The flowers and plants on the mountain withered instantly, and the birds and beasts seemed to be robbed of their lives in a breath.

An ascetic monk living on the Ling (Ahed) Mountain suddenly bled from his seven orifices, and his cultivation at the peak of the Golden Immortal could not resist the invasion of black energy around him.

After a while, the ascetic monk could no longer breathe, and his whole body shriveled up quickly.

"Master! Master! What's wrong with you?"

Little Misha kept pushing and shoving the ascetic monk who had already lost his breath, but it was of no avail.

In the next moment, little Misha's eyes froze, his figure withered quickly, and he died quietly in the ascetic's arms.

Similar situations not only happened on Lingshan, but also in the surrounding villages, people died from time to time, as if an invisible abyss was swallowing the lives of the world.

In just one cup of tea, Lingshan and its surroundings are already littered with corpses. "Ten collections of deflated bodies and gloomy bones paint a picture of purgatory here.

In the secret room, countless black smoke hovered in the air of the secret room.

"It's finally out!"

"Damn Pangu, damn Dao, dare to plot against us!"

"This time, I will destroy the Dao and return the world to chaos!"

The voices in the black smoke are different, including men and women, old and young.

But the terrifying fluctuations emanating from each of their words made Zhunti, who is a saint, break out in a cold sweat.

At this moment, Zhunti finally knew why Hongjun wanted him to guard the seal here.

Every streak of black smoke that appeared now had a pressure no less than that of Patriarch Hongjun. These thousands of black shadows were simply thousands of people at the level of Patriarch Hongjun.

Thinking of this, Zhunti laughed hysterically: "Hong Xue! I don't think you can escape and ascend to heaven this time!"

Zhunti's laughter attracted the attention of all the black smoke in the sky.

One of the black flames slowly flew towards Zhunti, and the rest of the black flames all retreated. It seemed that it was the king of the black smoke.

The black smoke finally stopped in front of Zhunti, with a gloomy and cold tone.

"Boy, three thousand gods and demons always repay favors."

"Since you let us out..."

"We can grant you one wish before you die!".