Prehistoric: Bind Saint Nuwa at the beginning

Not long ago, under the cultivation of a group of people from the Twelve Ancestral Witches, they had all been promoted to the Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Among them, Dijiang, Jumang, Zhurong, Gonggong, and Houtu are the five people who cultivate to the highest, all of which are the level of the late stage of Da Luo Jinxian.

"Then it seems that Sister Houtu is really as the saint said, there is hope for sanctification!"

Di Jiang turned his head to look at Houtu, who was sitting quietly on the side, and said with a beautiful face.

"In this way, Sister Houtu is going to listen to the Sage Dao. "

Ju Mang quickly got to the point, several people had already discussed, there was the legacy of Pangu Father God, and the Wu clan did not have a primordial god, so there was no need to listen to the sermon.

"Big brother, little sister's own situation is the clearest, Dao Yi Sage said that at the beginning, it must be to encourage me to wait, there is really no need to force it too much. "

Houtu was a little helpless, even with the help of Pangu chalcedony, she was now a dual cultivator of the flesh body and primordial gods, but she still didn't dare to say that she could take that step.

"Don't say anything, how can what the sage said be false, you can rest assured to go to Penglai Island, I will leave Buzhou Mountain in a few days. "

Di Jiang frowned, and said in a deep voice, with no room for rebuttal between the words.

They also know that there is little hope of sanctification for themselves and others, unless they can preach the Tao with their strength, but this is really too difficult and too difficult.

And Houtu is the greatest hope among them, and naturally he will not give up easily.

"I'm about to be born?"

Hou Tu was taken aback, did not continue the previous topic, and asked instead.

"Not long ago, a message appeared in the Pangu Palace, asking me to leave Buzhou Mountain and go to the land of the heavens, so that this Pangu Hall can stand at the pole of heaven and earth. "

Di Jiang smiled, although their brother and sister all had the authority of this Dingpan Ancient Palace, he was still the real owner.

As early as countless years ago, when the Twelve Ancestral Witches appeared, this ancient hall appeared.

This is a Heavenly Dao Treasure, there is no grade, but for the Twelve Ancestral Witches, even if they take the Innate Supreme Treasure, they will not exchange it.

In this Pangu Palace, the cultivation speed of the Twelve Ancestral Witches will be much faster, and most importantly, there is also a formation in this Pangu Palace.

It is called the Twelve Heavenly Gods Great Array, which can condense the true body of Pangu and is very powerful.

It takes 12 of them to start it together.

For this Pangu Palace, several people can clearly feel that this is the dwelling place left by Pangu Father God to several people, and its importance is self-evident.

"The Pangu Palace is closely related to us, and in the future, we will rely on the Pangu Hall to suppress our clan's luck. "

Di Jiang said with a solemn face, this matter is related to the entire Wu clan, and there is no room for error.

In today's flood and famine, after the last catastrophe, all kinds of ruins have withered.

The Wu clan, which didn't have any desire to fight for hegemony, slowly became a little ambitious.

In Dijiang's eyes, as Pangu, he is the master of this desolate land, why can't he compete for hegemony?

Now it's just accumulating strength.

.....

Flood Wilderness South.

Standing above the sea of blood, the young man who was intentionally wearing a blood-colored robe let out a long howl.

The sound of a long howl shook the Eight Desolations.

The bright red robe around him was very bright, as if it was made of flowing blood, and his white hair fluttered up, and his momentum was earth-shattering.

Above the sea of blood, endless waves of blood surged, and among them, there was a blue and red divine sword, which slowly rose in the most boiling place of the sea of blood.

These two divine swords are extremely evil, and just looking at them, I feel that my soul and body are violently shaken.

"Killing Kendo ......"

"It's still a little worse after all!"

The Styx Ancestor stood on top of the blood lotus, overlooking the entire sea of blood, and in the south, his eyes fell on Penglai Island in the distance.

Today's Styx has advanced to the quasi-saint level, and after following Su Ye for tens of thousands of years, it is not a matter of no gain after all.

Today, he finally broke through to the quasi-saint, and he was in a good mood.

Styx did not hesitate to choose where to listen to the sermon, and he had some friendship with the saint.

Naturally, he will not make another choice, and the most important thing is that the strength of that saint is personally felt.

Although Penglai Island is far away from the southern part of the Flood Wilderness, now the Styx Ancestor has advanced to a quasi-saint and re-refined two divine swords based on the sea of blood.

It is the pinnacle of existence in the day after tomorrow!

Styx has never forgotten that the saint promised him that he would help him reverse these two divine swords into innate.

For this alone, Styx felt that he had to go to Penglai Island.

On the blood lotus, the River Styx stepped step by step, quickly moving in the direction of Penglai Island.

In the entire desolation, countless creatures are hurrying towards Penglai Island, although on the way to Penglai Island, there is definitely no danger of going to Chaos.

But the whole flood is too big, and we must go there in time, otherwise we will miss the sage's preaching, which will not be good.

For many desolate creatures, especially those under Da Luo, they are unable to go to Chaos.

Only the powerhouses above the Great Luo Golden Immortal could avoid the endless dangers in the chaos and arrive at Zixiao Palace safely.

This also caused many creatures in the desolation to go to the coast of the East China Sea, and some of these were just under the realm of golden immortals, or simply under the golden immortals.

At their speed, it was too late to rush to Penglai Island.

However, no one chose to give up.

In order to be able to listen to the path of the saints, you must fight, otherwise, in such a world of the jungle, if you don't make progress and don't fight, you can only wait for death.

The entire flood began to move because of the preaching of Su Ye and Hongjun.

Some people choose Hongjun Dao Ancestor, and naturally some people choose Ren Zu Dao Yi.

In the blink of an eye, three thousand years have passed, and Su Ye on Penglai Island woke up, opened his eyes, and revealed a hint of joy.

In just three thousand years, Su Ye had already refined all the four swords of Zhuxian, and even secretly refined the Kunlun Mirror sent by the Queen Mother of the West.

Pinching his fingers, he was almost on the day of his designated preaching, and with the thoughts in his heart, he saw the scene outside the palace.

At this time, under the mountain gate of the Dao Palace, a lot of great powers had been gathered, as well as quasi-saint-level powerhouses, but still no one dared to show displeasure.

They were all waiting outside the palace gate respectfully.

You must know that Su Yeke did not arrange for anyone to greet him.

However, as soon as there were many people and after a long time, the front of the Dao Palace became more or less noisy.

Su Ye frowned, and arranged for the two boys Chunhua and Qiushi that he had ignited before to maintain order.

After all, he didn't want this to be a vegetable market and make a joke for nothing.

At the foot of the mountain, the ancestor of the Styx, Houtu, Zhenyuanzi...... And so on, all the great powers have come here.

Counting those Taiyi Golden Immortals, there are about three thousand people gathered on Penglai Island today. _

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