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

Kunlun Mountain.

The Three Pure Ones looked at the power of destiny that had separated from their bodies, their faces warm with anger.

With a wave of his hand, the destiny that had separated from his body returned again.

Yuqing Yuanshi said in a cold voice, "Dong Wanggong has set his sights on us Pangu's authentic sect. Does he really take himself seriously?"

The Three Pure Ones believed that they were Pangu's authentic sect, and no one in the prehistoric land could compare with them.

With Pangu as a background, Dong Wanggong's behavior was like reversing the Tiangang and disrupting etiquette.

As the first saint of the prehistoric world, Hongjun absorbed their destiny, which was fine.

How could the Three Pure Ones not be angry when a nobody wanted to plot against them!

Taoist Taiqing said indifferently, "The gods of Honghuang are all aiming to enter the realm of quasi-saints at this time. Ninety percent of them are in seclusion and don't care about worldly affairs. This Dong Wanggong is meticulous and wants to take advantage of this time to gain momentum. It's really a good plan."

Shangqing Tongtian's sharp edge rushed to the sky, "Second brother, don't be so angry. There are people who are more angry than us."

"The two in the heaven are probably trying their best to break through the realm and save the situation." Taoist Taiqing said, "It is important to enter the realm of quasi-saints as soon as possible. One step down, one step down; the name of Pangu authentic cannot be lost!"

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Go to the direction of the East China Sea.

Golden light flowed in Yang Gui's eyes, and a piece of information appeared in his mind.

"I didn't expect this old guy to be so willing to postpone the three lectures."

This can be regarded as achieving his original purpose.

However, what surprised Yang Gui was that after the gods of Honghuang returned to Honghuang and learned that he was named Guixuan Daozu, they all chose to remain silent tacitly.

No one went to Tianwai Chaos to tell tales.

"Interesting, really interesting."

This prehistoric world is much more interesting than the prehistoric world he remembered.

The secrets of heaven were muddied by him, and Hongjun had not yet merged with the Dao. Even as a saint, he could not figure it out for a while.

Dong Wanggong was eager to die, and he wanted to carry the power of heaven and earth and the power of the saint to suppress the sacred people of the prehistoric world and step on them to ascend to the throne.

It was simply audacious.

Above the East China Sea, thousands of immortals gathered.

Waves of luck fell on Dong Wanggong from all directions.

"It's a pity that the Taoist temple of the Queen Mother of the West was attacked by someone, and she lost her spiritual treasure and had no intention to participate. Otherwise, under the harmony of yin and yang, the luck would flourish, and this seat would definitely be able to enter the realm of quasi-saints!"

"Almost, just a little bit!"

Dong Wanggong sighed in his heart.

It's hard to sit on the holy seat of Zixiao Palace, but I didn't expect that this realm of quasi-saints is also so difficult to enter.

Unable to break into the realm of quasi-saints, Dong Wanggong set his sights on the thousands of immortals below.

"Ten thousand immortals have been formed, and the general trend is on my side!"

"Besides, I have more than one way!"

The Ten Thousand Immortals Formation that I accidentally obtained tens of thousands of years ago can finally be shown to the world today.

In the prehistoric times, ten thousand years later.

With the establishment of the Immortal Court, countless creatures poured into the East China Sea.

The demon clan heavenly court recruited creatures into the demon clan, and the name of Gui Xuan Daozu spread in the prehistoric times.

And as time passed, these weak creatures who practiced the Taoism passed down by Yang Gui quickly improved their strength at a terrifying speed.

The Immortal Court and the Heavenly Court fought endlessly.

Various spiritual treasures were accidentally discovered.

For a time, the dispute between the two sides intensified, and even the witch clan was involved.

Some bold demons had grudges against the witch clan, and took advantage of the chaos to attack the witch clan's treasure house.

In the end, they were killed by the witch clan's great witch, and the witch clan joined the battle.

The contradiction between the three parties became acute.

On this day.

Kunlun Mountain, Taiqing Palace.

There are three flowers on the head of the Taoist Taiqing, golden light interweaves, and the five qi in his chest rushes straight to the sky.

Suddenly, I heard a light shout from the Taoist Taiqing, and the sound of Taoism was mighty in Kunlun.

"Kill!"

As the golden light flashed on his body, an old man with kind eyes, white hair and eyebrows, with the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Linglong Tower on his head, walked out of him with a smile.

"I am the poor Taoist, I greet you Taoist friend!"

It was like a signal.

Yuqing Palace, Shangqing Palace.

A strong momentum appeared one after another.

The authentic Pangu, the Three Pure Ones of the Great Desolation, entered the realm of quasi-saints!

It attracted countless sacred powers in the Great Desolation, with bright eyes and envy.

Fight for crossing! Fight for crossing!

Fight for the great situation of heaven and earth! Fight for the destiny of the Great Desolation!

The beautiful eyes of Nuwa in Buzhou Mountain flowed, and the two in Xumi Mountain lamented endlessly.

Heaven, Wu Clan, East China Sea

They all sensed the rise of three quasi-saints, appearing in the world.

Boom!

Another five thousand years passed.

Nuwa, Zhunti, Jieyin, Dijun, Taiyi and other ancient gods broke through the quasi-saint realm one after another.

The era of ancient quasi-saints has finally arrived!

Over the East China Sea.

Yang Gui hovered in the void, silently observing the Penglai Fairy Island.

When he felt the emergence of the quasi-saint aura, Yang Gui showed an expectant expression.

"There are thousands of formations in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, and the luck connects the heaven and earth."

"I didn't expect that Dong Wanggong was not as stupid as the legend said. He could actually understand another way from the Tao I passed down."

"Now the two sides are fighting, who will win and who will lose, the result has become much more interesting."

"The trend has begun!"

Dong Wanggong failed to break the mirror, and learned from countless young creatures that Daozu Guixuan preached the Tao in the prehistoric times.

When he thought of Guixuan's mysterious identity in Zixiao Palace, sitting with Daozu.

Dong Wanggong began to collect the Tao passed down by Yang Gui.

He really made him understand another way. Although it was not perfect, it was comparable to the quasi-saint realm at this time.

Sure enough, it was as he expected.

In less than five thousand years.

The war began!

The sky was murderous, and all living beings were terrified.

Some sacred beings who did not want to be contaminated by cause and effect began to retreat and avoid cause and effect.

Heaven.

Di Jun sat in his seat, and a royal aura filled the entire Heaven.

Looking at the serious faces of the demon saints and demon gods below, "Dong Wanggong has bullied our demon clan too much, intercepting the power of our luck and trying to cholera in the prehistoric world. The sky is murderous and will destroy them!"

Donghuang Taiyi was domineering, "Brother, Penglai in the East Sea is the touchstone for our demon clan. The demon clan must destroy Penglai to show its power in the prehistoric world and completely subdue the demon clan forces."

The two innate saints broke into the realm of quasi-saints and found their own destination.

At this time, they understood better than anyone what to do next.

"Your Majesty, the army is ready! Just wait for your Majesty's order to annihilate the scattered immortals of Penglai in one fell swoop!"

The demon clan's heavenly court crossed the witch clan's territory and rushed straight to the East China Sea.

The demon master Kunpeng said with envy in his eyes as he stood by.

As guests of the Zixiao Palace, he was one step slower than the two in front of him.

The demon emperor Dijun was excited, his eyes were full of excitement, "Second brother, you will be in charge of the heaven to prevent the witch clan from attacking."

"This time, the troops will be sent to Penglai!"

The demon emperor Dijun, a sacred person in the early stage of quasi-saint, led 100,000 demons with murderous intent.

Fighting in the East China Sea.

"Dong Wanggong has bullied me too much, demons, follow me to kill into the East China Sea!"

Emperor Jun's eyes were cold, and his voice was as cold as the ice in the extreme north.

The voice fell from the nine heavens to the prehistoric land and reached the ears of countless sentient beings.

"I am the head of the male immortals personally appointed by the saint!"

"Emperor Jun! You robbed my dojo and disobeyed me, you deserve to die!"

Dong Wanggong brought 100,000 scattered immortals and looked up at the sky, his robe whirring.

Two powerful momentums collided with each other, and the innate spiritual energy roared in the void.

"You have also entered the realm of quasi-saints?!"

Emperor Jun sat in the Ninth Heaven, looking at Dong Wanggong on the Penglai Immortal Road, somewhat surprised and somewhat uncertain.

To reach the realm of quasi-saints, one needs to clarify one's own Dao.

In the interaction between heaven and earth, the momentum of the prehistoric world is aroused.

But before this, he had not felt that anyone in the East Sea had broken through to the quasi-saint realm.

This Dong Wanggong is really hidden!

The momentum on Dong Wanggong is obviously the power of the quasi-saint realm, but it feels a little different.

Moreover, the 100,000 scattered immortals of various races behind him look a little wrong.

All of them looked at Dong Wanggong with fanaticism, as if Dong Wanggong was the Dao in their eyes, everything to them.

Such a strange scene, not only did Emperor Jun feel something was wrong, but even the demon saints behind him looked solemn.

"Your Majesty, this Donghai scattered immortal is not right!"

Crazy!

Obsessed!

Fanatic!

These 100,000 scattered immortals are like possessed by demons, and all they see is the figure of Dong Wanggong.

Before the two of them figured out what was going on, the King of the East had already made a move.

"The demons are disobeying the saints and rebelling against the way of heaven!"

"Set up the formation! Kill the demons!!"

Boom!

One hundred thousand scattered immortals moved in unison, forming large formations one by one in tacit understanding.

The various scattered immortals were surrounded by immortal light, and mysterious auras appeared on them.

Many magic weapons shone brightly, acting as the center of the formation.

The Ten Thousand Immortals Formation contains countless immortal formations.

The more immortals there are, the more powerful the formation is.

Among the hundred thousand scattered immortals, there are one thousand Daluo.

There are tens of thousands of Taiyi Golden Immortals.

There are more than 50,000 Golden Immortals, and the rest are Xuanxian.

Such a large battle caused the Honghuang Holy God who was secretly watching this battle to be shocked.

"This King of the East actually has such means?"

Qing Tongtian on Kunlun Mountain watched from afar, excited in his heart.

He has always been passionate about formations.

Today, when he saw the mystery of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, he was even more eager and could not wait to use his Dharma Eye to decipher the mystery.

Above the East China Sea, the sky was covered and the sun was blocked, and endless spiritual energy gathered.

"The King of the East has no talent and no virtue, and he is causing chaos in the wilderness!"

"The demon clan, fight!"

Seeing this, Emperor Jun no longer cared about other things.

At this point, for his hegemony, he must first occupy the righteousness!

Besides, Dong Wanggong had already prepared for this battle. It was obvious that he was ready to capture the Heavenly Palace. This battle could only end when one side was defeated!

Countless demons moved upon hearing the sound, and demonic energy surged into the sky.

The battle began!

Killings broke out everywhere, and the world froze.

The ten demon saints brought their subordinates and rushed into the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.

Emperor Jun held the River Map and Luoshu, and the Dao rhyme was diffused. Mountains, seas, and lakes appeared, and the terrain of the East China Sea changed instantly.

Between the strong, there is no need for too many words, just fight!

"Emperor Jun, die!"

Dong Wanggong shouted angrily, and his aura broke through the solidification of space.

The dragon head crutch in his hand turned into a purple-gold dragon and roared out.

The true fire of the sun came out from Emperor Jun and turned into a ten-thousand-foot golden crow, facing the purple-gold dragon.

The battle between quasi-saints appeared for the first time in the prehistoric land.

The overwhelming momentum made some prehistoric saints breathless.

Di Jun had the air of an emperor, and he was calm in the face of the world; Dong Wanggong was shrouded in a mysterious aura, making people unpredictable.

The two sides fought in a shocking manner.

In a flash of lightning, the Golden Crow and the Dragon collided.

All the creatures in the East Sea only felt a flash before their eyes.

Looking into the void, Dong Wanggong and Di Jun, two sacred beings, had golden blood flowing from their mouths, and they were obviously hurt.

"Both are in the early stage of quasi-saints, and in terms of realm, the two are evenly matched."

Tao Qing Taoist said in a distant voice.

Yu Qing Yuanshi frowned, "At our level, it's not the realm that matters."

The two in the distance, one violated the law and tried to compete for the supreme position; the other stepped on the sacred and wanted to unify the prehistoric world.

Yuanshi liked neither of them.

While they were talking, Di Jun moved again.

The sun's true fire flew out from his body, transforming into a series of blazing arrows that burned the sky and boiled the sea, rushing towards Dong Wanggong.

The sun's true fire was his true fire, and it was an innate magical power with extraordinary power.

Dong Wanggong floated above the East Sea, surrounded by thousands of arrows, and the heat waves were overwhelming.

A huge formation diagram was thrown into the air by him, echoing with the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation below.

Yang Gui looked at the formation diagram above Dong Wanggong's head with a strange look on his face.

"Ten Thousand Immortals Formation Diagram?"