Prehistoric: Reborn as a tortoise, with understanding that defies heaven

A piercing cry appeared in the prehistoric sky.

Then came a series of powerful and fiery forces, revealing the prehistoric world.

Hearing the familiar yet strange cry, all the prehistoric powers frowned.

"Golden Crow?!"

The demon emperor Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi have died.

This cry...

All the prehistoric powers looked up, and saw ten dazzling suns in the sky.

One after another, the blazing sun fires burst out, burning the prehistoric land.

"What a disaster..."

"It's not over yet~"

"The demon clan! The demon clan!!"

Various complex emotions began to appear.

The originally desperate demon clan was excited when they saw the ten suns in the void.

The demon prince who was imprisoned in Tanggu before was almost forgotten by them.

"Meet the prince!"

The demon emperor is dead, but they still have the demon prince!

With the princes, the demon clan will definitely make a comeback.

"Gah!"

The angry cry appeared again, "Wu Clan! Kill my father and uncle, we will make the Wu Clan extinct!"

Boom!

The blazing flames fell from the sky and smashed towards the land of the Wu Clan.

Everywhere they passed was charred and dry.

The prehistoric world, which had just recovered, was damaged again.

The faces of all the Wu Clan changed drastically.

The ancestor Wu died, and now there are only a few scattered great witches in charge of the overall situation of the Wu Clan.

Facing the sun's true fire falling from the sky, the dreams of the surviving Wu Clan suddenly changed color.

"Miscellaneous birds!"

"A few bird cubs dare to attack us!"

Angry!

The Wu Clan was eager to fight again and roared.

Ah...

At this moment, a sigh appeared between heaven and earth.

As the sigh appeared, the sun's true fire that was about to fall on the ground disappeared one after another.

The authentic saint Hou Tu appeared in the void.

Hou Tu looked calm as she looked at the young Golden Crows and said, "The war is over. Are you going to start another war?"

"Greetings to Queen Hou Tu!"

The surviving Wu Clan looked overjoyed.

Since Hou Tu became a saint, the underworld was closed, and they subconsciously forgot about their own Wu Clan saint.

"How can I not avenge my father's murder!"

The eldest prince stared at Hou Tu with hatred on his face, "My Heavenly Court has dominated the prehistoric world for countless years, how can I be defeated by you Wu Clan!!"

"This prehistoric world belongs to our demon clan!!"

"You Wu Clan have saints, and we have saints too!"

Hou Tu looked gloomy as she looked at the big Golden Crow.

This little guy didn't know the saint's calculations. He was young and ignorant, but he had a lot of hatred. If he didn't handle it well, disaster would happen again.

She would never forget the disaster caused by the previous ten days.

Thinking of this, Hou Tu looked at the chaos outside the sky.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, shouldn't you, the leader of the demon cult, stand up?"

In the Nuwa Palace, Nuwa heard Houtu calling her name, and a trace of displeasure flashed across her face.

"Let me stand up and finish them off?!"

Nuwa's angry voice appeared.

"Di Jun, for his own greed, attempted to become a saint, stirred up boundless karma, and even dared to plot against a saint like me!"

"Now you think of me!"

Nuwa appeared again in the prehistoric land, looking at the ten golden crows, her eyes full of displeasure.

Di Jun plotted and directly killed him, the leader of the demon cult.

He killed the human race before, and almost pulled Nuwa off the sainthood.

This time, he started a war between witches and liches without telling her, causing the prehistoric world to turn upside down.

After two consecutive plots, Nuwa herself wanted to revive Di Jun and crush him to death again!

What's more, his brother also died in this battle.

If she hadn't prepared in advance, Fuxi would have died completely!

"Get back to Tanggu! If you dare to step out of Tanggu again without my order, I will blame you for not remembering our friendship!"

Boom!

The power of the saints exploded, directly shaking the ten golden crows back to Tanggu.

Another innate ban appeared, completely sealing off Tanggu.

Houtu did not stop them when she saw this.

Nuwa was still reluctant to kill these golden crows, so she was trying to protect them in various ways.

However, wasn't this exactly what Guixuan Daozu arranged?

Thinking of this, Houtu smiled, "Sister is still domineering!"

Nuwa snorted and turned to leave.

Seeing Nuwa leave, the monsters on the prehistoric land were stunned.

Is this because no one cares about them?

Just when they were confused, karma fell from the sky.

It fell on every monster and witch.

All the creatures of the witch and monster tribes were horrified.

But what shocked them even more was yet to come.

A stream of evil spirits suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.

Then, under the incredulous gazes of all the holy beings in the prehistoric world, Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin and eleven other ancestors of the Wu clan appeared in the prehistoric void.

"How is it possible!!"

"Aren't they all dead? When can the Wu clan be resurrected after death?!"

"Who are these demons fighting for?"

"..."

Shocked!

Unbelievable!

Not only the billions of creatures in the prehistoric world could not believe what they saw; the four saints of Xuanmen were also shocked.

Let alone the Wu clan repairing their souls, but the tragic battle just now, the scene of the quasi-saint realm self-destructing one after another.

Even if these ancestors of the Wu clan had souls, it would be impossible for them to appear in the prehistoric world intact.

The demon clan was desperate.

After fighting for so long, the boss of our own family is dead; the other party is unscathed, what's the point of fighting!

In the unbelievable eyes of billions of creatures in the prehistoric world.

Emperor Jiang glanced at the surviving witches, his face sad.

Billions of witches, after a great war, only about 100 million were left.

This gap was hard for the twelve witch ancestors to accept.

Fortunately, the twelve witch ancestors are still there, and the witch clan will be glorious again sooner or later.

Thinking of this, Emperor Jiang glanced at the direction of the North Sea and shouted.

"Heaven is above, I am Emperor Jiang of the witch clan, I know that I have committed serious sins, from now on, the witch clan will be transformed into the underworld clan, maintain the operation of heaven and earth, and use the Ancestral Witch Hall as a treasure to suppress the luck of the underworld clan!"

"Respect to the ancestor of Xuan Dao, belong to the lineage of the earth, and be under the control of the reincarnation path!"

"Look to the heaven for judgment!"

Boom!

The heaven was moved, and a golden light fell, descending on all the witches.

The witches changed their appearance, and the endless power of the earthly evil permeated the witches, transforming into the power of the netherworld.

Under the excited eyes of the ancestor witches such as Dijiang, a trace of the power of the primordial spirit began to appear in their sea of ​​consciousness!

Houtu nodded, "The reincarnation path is still lacking positions such as the Five Ghost Emperors and the Ten Yamas. Brothers, follow me into the underworld!"

A dark portal appeared behind Houtu. Dijiang nodded and led the surviving witches to pack up all the belongings of our clan and enter the underworld.

Only the demons were left looking at each other, not knowing what to do next.

Bai Ze, one of the ten demon saints, stood in the empty heaven with a bitter face.

"Defeated, completely defeated..."

The demon king died, and Buzhou Mountain arrived.

Billions of innocent lives died, and the saints did not immediately kill all the demons, which was the greatest mercy.

But, what should they do next?

Nuwa doesn't care, Taiyin Star is closed again, and the demon clan has no one to lead...

"Why don't we go to the North Sea and find the demon master."

Ji Meng beside Bai Ze suddenly said.

"The north is the territory of my demon clan. My clan was defeated. Now only the demon master can control the demon clan."

Bai Ze was stunned.

A stream of light flashed in his eyes, and finally he gritted his teeth, "Notify all the demon clan to go to the North Sea! Find the demon master!"

At the end of the road, only this method can preserve the lineage of the demon clan!

And this heaven is not something that their demon clan can occupy now.

Bai Ze knew very well that the demon clan was doomed!

This heaven may soon change its owner.

Thinking of this, he no longer delayed.

Resisting the injuries on his body, he quickly ordered all the demon clan to pack up their belongings and go to the North Sea to find the demon master!

In less than three thousand years.

A considerable part of the demon clan on the prehistoric land went to the North Sea and took root in the North Sea.

Time flows.

In the blink of an eye, another Yuanhui has passed.

Without the damage caused by the battle to the prehistoric land, the world is slowly recovering.

But as time goes by, the prehistoric creatures suddenly find that the originally rich innate spiritual energy is fading rapidly.

It is transforming into acquired spiritual energy at a terrifying speed.

The starlight power of the prehistoric starry sky is also weakening; after the war, the light of the moon and the sun has been shining for a Yuanhui.

It is almost impossible to shine on the prehistoric land.

It was not until this time that the billions of prehistoric creatures reacted.

The impact of the war between witches and liches has just begun...

North Sea.

Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, Hou Tu, and the old ancestor of the underworld appeared together.

Beside them are the four saints of Xuanmen.

The eight saints seemed to have made an appointment and came to Fangzhang Fairy Island together.

Zhen Yuanzi, Hou Tu and others looked at the four saints of Xuanmen and felt strange.

"Why are you guys here instead of going to find your teacher?"

Hongyun didn't understand.

Sanqing and Nuwa smiled bitterly, "Let's go in and talk."

"Come in."

Gui Xuan's voice suddenly appeared in their ears.

"I already know your purpose."

Looking at the eight saints in front of him, Gui Xuan said in a calm voice.

"The pillar of heaven collapsed, and the innate spiritual energy of the prehistoric earth transformed into acquired spiritual energy. This is irreversible, and I can't do anything about it."

The innate spiritual energy turned into acquired spiritual energy, which is the general trend of the prehistoric world.

It is also an irreversible damage to the heaven and earth after the heaven and earth are damaged.

If you want to return to the innate from the acquired, it's difficult!

It has a great impact on the billions of lives in the prehistoric world.

From then on, cultivation will become more difficult.

The era when Daluo Jinxian walked everywhere and Taiyi Jinxian was worse than dogs will gradually pass.

Gui Xuan had a hunch that this might be the prehistoric heaven paving the way for the human race.

In this way, the gap between the human race and other races is narrowed.

Let the human race stand in the prehistoric land faster and become the protagonist of heaven and earth.

The Saint Taiqing said, "Daozu, the teacher has already made it clear about this matter."

"We came to the North Sea this time only because the witches and liches have killed too many people and are no longer suitable to be the protagonists of the world; before the war between witches and liches, the teacher said that the protagonist of the world is the human race!"

"Please agree with Daozu Guixuan."

While speaking, Taiqing looked at Guixuan with some nervousness in his heart.

The same was true for Nuwa on the side.

The human race is related to the sainthood of the two of them, and even the calculations between Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu.

If this person disagrees, it will be troublesome.

After all, his own teacher was so beaten by the other party that he dared not come out now. If he didn't agree, there would be another twists and turns in the specific ownership of the protagonist of this world.

Among the nervous expressions of the four of them, Gui Xuan's expression remained unchanged, "I have no opinion on this matter."

It doesn't matter much to him who the protagonist of Heaven and Earth is.

On the contrary, he also hopes that the protagonist of the world is a human race.

He also has some calculations in his mind regarding the human race.

Hearing this, Taiqing and Nuwa were obviously relieved.

Zhen Yuanzi suddenly said, "Tao Ancestor, since the Lich War, the starry sky of the ancient world has been damaged. The sky and the earth have no light from the sun and the moon, and the starlight is dim. If this continues, the ancient world will become dark."

"I don't know what to do about this matter, what should I do?"

These are all things Hongjun should worry about!

Gui Xuan complained in his heart.

These saints obviously regard him as their backbone.

Suddenly, Gui Xuan regretted killing Hongjun.

"If I had known, I would have left a breath to hang on, and it wouldn't have been a good idea to kill him too cleanly..."

"I have already made arrangements for this."

Point your finger.

Several figures fell from the sky and appeared on Abbot Island.

Looking at these figures, the saints present's eyes lit up.