Prehistoric God Level Choice: Get Suzaku at the start

The Xuanwu tribe is located in the far north of the prehistoric world, hundreds of thousands of miles away from Mount Buzhou.

Chen Xuan thought about the disaster-stricken human and demon creatures, and kept urging Suzaku to speed up.

Even so, it took him two days and one night to reach the Xuanwu tribe.

At this time, he was also exhausted and somewhat lacking in energy.

Chen Xuan thought of the yellow plum he had just obtained, so he simply took a fruit from the tree and put it in his mouth.

The fruit melted in your mouth, and a warm current instantly flowed through your body, making you shiver. The fatigue caused by the busy days disappeared instantly.

Chen Xuan waved his arm, feeling that he was full of energy and could kill a Kun with one punch.

"Boy, what do you do? Why are you here?"

The two Xuanwu warriors guarding the gate shouted sharply.

Chen Xuan saw that although the two warriors were in human form, they were carrying something like a turtle shell on their backs: "Hello, you two, I am the envoy sent by Saint Nuwa."

"Oh, it turns out to be the messenger of the saint. What's the matter?"

"The saint sent me to take the limbs of the noble tribe leader and use them to support the sky!"

"You're so presumptuous, you're talking nonsense!" The two soldiers suddenly became angry and started to curse, "I thought you looked talented, but I didn't expect you to be a lunatic!"

"If you want to take the limbs of my clan leader, you must first ask about the weapons in our hands!"

Chen Xuan sighed: These Xuanwu are really ungrateful. The saint wants to help you, why don't you understand her old man's painstaking efforts?

With a flash of five-color divine light, the two warriors disappeared instantly.

Chen Xuan didn't waste any time, walked into the tribe casually, and asked everyone he met where the clan leader was.

If someone asked him what the purpose of coming here was, he would naturally tell the truth, and then a fierce fight would break out.

The chief of the Xuanwu tribe got the news and hurried over with a group of old and young turtles:

"Okay, my Xuanwu tribe hasn't been around for so long, but I didn't expect someone to knock on my door today!"

"What kind of bullshit saint wants to take my limbs and hold the sky up? There is no way!"

"If I don't give you a clue, you won't know that Lord Ma has three eyes!"

As he spoke, he breathed out a stream of white air, which instantly enveloped Chen Xuan.

This is a unique skill that the Xuanwu Patriarch cultivated in the far north by absorbing millions of years of ice. Those who are below the Daluo Golden Immortal will be frozen into ice immediately. If it takes a little longer, it will be difficult for a saint to save it.

Looking at the human boy who was sealed in the ice, the clan leader laughed loudly: "I thought he had some abilities, but it turns out he is just a good guy!"

"Young men, get your weapons and chip this ice sculpture into pieces for me!"

Before a group of little turtles could make any move, Chen Xuan's body flashed with black energy, and the ice all over his body had disappeared.

Although he is not a Daluo Jinxian, he has five colors of divine light, and dealing with this kind of thing is simply child's play.

“It’s very cool, thank you!”

The patriarch was so angry that he was so angry that he waved his hand: "Fuck him, kill him! I will skin him and cramp him, so that I can relieve the hatred in my heart!"

A group of turtles, big and small, brandished various weapons and rushed over with loud killing noises.

"The moon shines brightly in Qin and closes in Han,"

The big and small turtles hit a tall city wall that suddenly appeared in front of them, causing their heads to bleed and their heads to turn dizzy.

"The people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned."

The small half of the turtles behind saw that something was not going well and turned around to run away, but were dragged back by an invisible force.

"But the flying general of Dragon City is here,"

A golden-armored giant appeared in front of the turtles holding a Moon-Destroying Sword.

"Don't teach Huma to cross the Yin Mountains."

The Yanyue knife fell, and the heads of the turtles flew into the sky together.

"You, you, you...who are you?"

The clan leader was frightened. The other party just said a few incomprehensible words, and most of his clan members died in one go.

What kind of power is this?

Those who can be sent by saints as messengers do have some skills.

With the song "Out of the Fortress", Chen Xuan killed most of the elites of the Xuanwu tribe, one of the four spirits of heaven and earth. What Chen Xuan did was extremely ruthless and extremely handsome.

"The luck of your Xuanwu tribe has been exhausted. The saint has the virtue of a good life, so I want to take your limbs to continue the luck of your clan."

"I didn't expect you, an ignorant old turtle, would dare to insult a saint!"

"Be punished!"

"However, the saint's decree only requires you to take your limbs. I hope you will appreciate the saint's kindness in the future and stop being so ignorant of destiny!"

"You, you, you... don't come here!" Seeing the human youth approaching him step by step with murderous intent, the clan leader backed away in horror.

The murderous aura in the opponent's body had almost become a substance, which really frightened him.

"Don't force me!"

Seeing that there was no way out, the clan leader was finally forced to burst into anger.

There was a loud roar, flying sand and rocks, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and a huge Xuanwu that straddled the sky and the earth appeared in front of Chen Xuan.

This Xuanwu clan has been away from the world for millions of years. Although it has declined, it is still one of the four spirits of heaven and earth. The leader of this clan has shown his real ability and is indeed capable of bluffing people.

"Ding, the system releases a task."

"Option 1, confront the Xuanwu Clan leader head-on."

"Option two, go back and seek help from Saint Nuwa."

If you can't beat others outside, then you go back to find your mother?

Chen Xuan definitely can't do such a thing!

If you have time to find your mother, why not go back and beat him!

"Ding, the host chooses option two, and the host will be rewarded with Nine Heavens of Breathing Earth."

Chen Xuan could no longer hear the sound of the system at this time, and all his attention was focused on the most powerful opponent he had ever encountered.

"Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain,"

Chen Xuan's figure was suddenly lifted countless times, and he stood shoulder to shoulder with the Xuanwu clan leader in an instant.

"The lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance."

The leader of Xuanwu clan angrily slapped his claws, but was blocked by an invisible wall and returned in vain.

"The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles,"

Chen Xuan's body was gradually covered by a layer of golden armor, and a Yanyue Sword that was tens of thousands of feet long appeared in his hand.

"If Loulan is not destroyed, it will never be returned."

With the Yanyue Sword swung down, the Xuanwu clan leader's limbs were easily cut off, leaving only one body that fell to the ground.

Picking up the severed limbs, Chen Xuan glanced emotionlessly at the Xuanwu clan leader who was wailing loudly, then turned and left.

Sitting on Suzaku's back, Chen Xuan felt calm, as if someone else had just caused a massacre.

After thinking for a while, he took out the breath soil that the system had just rewarded, and then he laughed: This breath soil is a good thing, and combined with his twelfth-grade karma fire red lotus, it will play a role that one plus one is greater than two.

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At this moment, the sky above our heads suddenly changed color. Countless huge clouds crowded the originally clear sky. An old but majestic voice sounded:

"Hey, you're young, you have a lot of talent, you have great literary talent, but you're also ruthless."