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

Gui Xuan was stunned.

What is this for?

But he immediately reacted, "You are the disciples of that old guy. Why don't you go to your own master and find me?!"

Want me to help the enemy? This is too much of a compliment to me.

I cultivate enemies to fight myself?

How boring is this to do.

If Gui Xuan had not been born as a human in his previous life, he would have had some entanglements with Nuwa; plus Nuwa's sainthood can be used to get some merits and perfect his subsequent calculations.

There is also the intention of testing Nuwa's attitude.

Gui Xuan would not appear here at all to guide Nuwa to become a saint.

Facing the eager eyes of the five Tianding saints, Gui Xuan shook his head, "The old guy is watching in the sky, aren't you afraid of thunder from the sky, and it will strike you?"

"Don't forget, the old guy is counting on you to add luster to his face and promote the prestige of Xuanmen."

This...

The faces of the Three Pure Ones and the two in the West froze, and they were a little unhappy.

Of course, this unhappiness was not directed at Gui Xuan, but at Hong Jun.

His junior sisters all became saints under the guidance of others, while his senior brothers and junior brothers did not even touch the door.

The Three Pure Ones, who thought they were the authentic Pangu, almost vomited blood in their hearts.

A great opportunity just disappeared from their eyes.

Especially Tai Qing Taoist, he was the most angry.

Yin Yang Taoist had said a lot to him, especially pointed out the difference between Gui Xuan Taoist.

The method of transcendence for his three brothers might be in Gui Xuan Taoist, but now Hong Jun could not get it.

Tai Qing Taoist almost went berserk.

Fortunately, his Qi-cultivation skills were amazing, so he suppressed his anger and did not change his face.

How could he not feel aggrieved if he asked others for advice but his master did not allow it.

In a rage, the five Tian Ding saints waved their hands and left directly.

"Hahaha!"

Hongyun laughed out loud, "These guys are really pissed off."

This is the first time that Hongyun has seen someone so frustrated by his master.

Guixuan also smiled.

Old man, don't blame me for this. It's your disciples who are eager to prove the truth and can't get it, so they blame you.

Guixuan chuckled and said to Hongyun, "Assign some Buddhist disciples to take care of the new human race. Remember not to let the Buddhist disciples have direct contact with them."

"Some things cannot be forced before the fate is right."

His Buddhism, Hongyun, is not suitable for the human race yet.

Hongyun restrained his smile and nodded seriously, "I understand."

From Guixuan Daozu's tone, Hongyun could tell that this human race really had a fate with Buddhism.

Immediately became enthusiastic.

Looking at the tens of thousands of human races on the ground, Hongyun pointed his finger and a statue of Nuwa appeared in front of the human race.

Hong Yun's vast voice sounded, "I am Hong Yun Zu Buddha, one of the saints of heaven and earth."

"Thinking that you are newborn and it is not easy to survive, I specially built a statue of the Virgin Mary for you to protect you."

The human race bowed to him, "The Zu Buddha is merciful!!"

Nodding, Hong Yun said goodbye to Gui Xuan and disappeared into the sky.

After everyone left, Gui Xuan left a clone and flew back to the North Sea.

"The law of fate has appeared again, and I finally caught a trace of fate again."

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"Finally! Finally it worked!"

Heaven.

Di Jun and Tai Yi were more excited about Nuwa's sainthood than Nuwa herself.

After Bai Ze returned from the East China Sea, they already knew the attitude of the Zu Buddha.

The Wu Clan had no saint to back them up, and the situation between the two sides was equal again!

Now that Nuwa has become a saint, the saint's elder brother is in the Heaven, and Di Jun instinctively regards Nuwa as the saint of the demon clan.

Whether it is or not, it must be in name!

The aura of the emperor on Di Jun suddenly burst out, and his voice spread throughout the heaven.

"Prepare gifts! Follow me to see the emperor!"

Boom!

The momentum of billions of demons burst out, and countless spirit treasures appeared, and were carried by Di Jun to Buzhou Mountain where Nuwa was.

"Congratulations to Nuwa for becoming a saint!!"

Billions of demons shouted, and the sound shook the sky.

All the twelve witch ancestors had gloomy faces, clenched their hands, and looked up at the nine heavens.

"The demons are taking advantage of the situation! Let the witch tribe be ready to fight at any time!"

Nuwa walked out of the cave, looked at the billions of demons, and said indifferently, "From now on, I will be the demon Wa emperor, establish the demon cult, and be the leader of the demon cult!"

"All matters of the demons are under the responsibility of the demon emperor Jun, and I will not ask!"

Boom! !

The luck of heaven and earth was pervasive, and the luck of the demons soared.

Demon emperor Jun held the River Map and Luoshu, and instantly stepped into the middle stage of the quasi-saint, looking at the area where the witches were.

"Demons, follow me to rescue the trapped humans! Kill the witch!"

"Kill the witch!"

"Kill the witch!!"

Endless killing energy dispersed the white clouds for billions of miles.

The demon energy rushed to the sky, the black clouds rolled, and the killing energy appeared in the void.

Dang~~~

The bell rang softly, and the space condensed.

Accompanied by this, the endless sun fire fell from the sky and landed in the Wu clan area.

The ancestor Wu Gonggong roared to the sky, and the law of water appeared, condensing a giant of water that was ten thousand feet high and crashing into the sun fire!

Like a raging fire boiling oil, the air was distorted.

"Witch clan, kill the monster!!!"

The ancestor Wu Dijiang was furious, and his voice broke through layers of space, instantly shattering the space locked by the Donghuang Bell.

The witches and liches fought again, shocking the endless creatures in the prehistoric world.

Countless creatures who were not from the two clans fled to the East China Sea with bitter faces, "Why did it start again!!"

Resentment was everywhere.

For the prehistoric creatures who had not yet adapted to the frequent small fights between the witches and liches, they felt helpless in the face of such a large-scale war between the witches and liches.

The ancestor Wu fought the two emperors!

Di Jun and Tai Yi, who had already entered the middle stage of the quasi-saint, corresponded to the six ancestor Wus respectively.

The mighty fought, and the space folded when they raised their hands. Sometimes the heat wave was overwhelming, and sometimes the cold air was everywhere.

Under the cooperation of the various tribes of the witch clan and the desperate attacks, the demon clan began to retreat step by step.

The sun and the moon were dark, and the sky was dark.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and broken limbs were everywhere.

Various spiritual bloods penetrated into the earth, turned into unwilling resentment, and melted into the prehistoric earth veins.

The figures of the witch clans grew rapidly, and their combat power was fully opened. Their mountain-like bodies tore apart the demon clans that were as big as themselves.

The witch clan fought in close combat, using themselves as weapons and fists as killing, and rushed forward desperately.

Even some great witches blew themselves up to open the way for the later ones.

Unity, tacit understanding; sacrificing oneself for the tribe.

This is what the demon clan does not have.

Facing the middle stage of the quasi-saint, the twelve ancestor witches showed their true colors one after another, relying on the tyrannical physical strength to resist the sun's true fire of the three-legged golden crow.

Mountains were trampled and rivers dried up.

The battle between quasi-saints left devastation and destruction wherever they passed.

Emperor Jun held the River Map and Luo Shu to change the terrain of mountains and rivers, and Taiyi tapped the Donghuang Bell to solidify the space.

With mutual cooperation, they were evenly matched against the twelve ancestor witches.

"What a domineering body!"

Emperor Jun looked serious.

After several battles, the bodies of these ancestor witches became more and more abnormal.

The bodies were comparable to innate spiritual treasures, and the power of the laws was entangled together, making it very difficult to fight.

"Miscellaneous bird, die!"

Emperor Jiang brought the power of endless space to close the distance in an instant.

The law of space lingered on his fist, and the space collapsed wherever he passed. The wings behind him waved, setting off an endless space storm.

Emperor Jun's face was gloomy and his voice was cold, "Save the human race and destroy the witch race!"

Boom!

The three tribes of golden crows appeared in the world, with the River Map and Luo Shu on their left and right wings respectively.

The scorching breath that was enough to destroy the prehistoric world rushed straight to Emperor Jiang.

The heat wave was overwhelming, and the spiritual plants within a radius of billions of miles withered.

What a murderous intention!

Countless prehistoric gods who secretly watched the battle between the two sides were trembling in their hearts.

This Emperor Jun was really determined to destroy the Wu clan.

He actually began to disregard the lives of all the prehistoric spirits.

Emperor Jiang's wings fluttered, and Zhu Rong stepped on the fire dragon behind him, and the flames rose.

"Playing with fire? Grandpa is also good at it!"

Zhu Rong roared, and the fire dragon under his feet roared to the sky, and endless flames spewed out.

It collided with Emperor Jun's sun true fire.

The two divine fires collided, directly forming a huge flame mountain in the prehistoric void.

Burning the prehistoric land.

Earth, water, wind and fire appeared, and the surroundings fell into chaos.

In the chaos, one flame world after another appeared and disappeared.

Until it was completely stable at last, a huge world of flames appeared in the void, and the two great divine fires disappeared in the prehistoric land.

The first attack did not work, and seeing that the demon clan had begun to show signs of defeat, Emperor Jun knew in his heart that he could not delay any longer.

"Ga!!!"

The sound of birds singing resounded throughout the prehistoric land.

Emperor Jun transformed into a congenital Taoist body, and his aura connected to the sun star.

"Zhoutian stars, array up!"

The sky full of stars appeared in the daytime.

In the eyes of countless prehistoric saints, the prehistoric starry sky was bright.

Starlight appeared in the prehistoric world.

Three hundred and sixty-five large Zhoutian star flags, as high as hundreds of millions of feet, attracted the prehistoric starry sky.

Corresponding to the 365 main stars in the sky.

Fourteen thousand eight hundred small Zhoutian star flags, as high as tens of millions of feet, corresponding to the 14 thousand eight hundred secondary stars.

The power of hundreds of millions of gods and demons, one god and demon represents one star, forming a chain, connecting the void.

Three hundred and sixty-five large Zhoutian star flags are the roots, and fourteen thousand eight hundred small Zhoutian star flags are the trunks. Billions of gods and demons are the branches and leaves, and all the demons and gods of the demon clan are connected together by the power of the Zhoutian stars.

The sun and the moon are the core of the formation.

Starlight falls from the nine heavens, locking every witch clan member.

Even if the witch clan does not cultivate their souls, they will inevitably feel a warning sign when they are locked by the starlight.

Even the twelve witch ancestors had goose bumps on their skin, feeling very uncomfortable.

Boom!

Starlight fell.

Like sharp arrows, it fell from the sky on the witch clan, as dense as raindrops.

Blood mist rose.

Huge groups of blood mist appeared on the battlefield.

The witch clan that was locked was shattered by the starlight one after another and fell completely.

"Emperor Jun!!!"

The twelve witch ancestors' eyes were about to burst, and they roared to the sky.

Instantly turned into the true body of the ancestor witch, protecting the witch clan below.

But it was useless!

The starlight penetrated the body of the ancestor witch as if it had eyes, and continued to attack the witch clan.

This desperate scene made Emperor Jiang no longer hesitate.

"Twelve Dutian God Demon Formation!"

"Rise!"

A different breath appeared above the prehistoric world.

Countless earthly evil spirits in the earth veins were extracted and condensed on the twelve witch ancestors.

The twelve witch ancestors arranged their positions and stood in a strange position.

At the same time, a number of flags of millions of feet high appeared in his hands.

In the blink of an eye, countless evil spirits gathered in the void, blocking the endless starlight from falling.

Emperor Jiang's eyes were red, looking up at the sky, "Emperor Jun, you demons are trying to kill us, condensing the luck of heaven and earth to prove the last holy position."

"Today we will destroy the demons and heaven, and completely crush the demons!"

Boom!

Emperor Jiang shook the flagpole in his hand.

The power of the laws appeared on the bodies of the twelve ancestors, and they condensed in the void with endless evil spirits.

Covering the sky and the sun, the sun and the moon were dark.

Buzz~~~

A terrifying breath appeared and condensed in the void.

"This is!!"

Emperor Jun's eyes shrank, and his face changed wildly.

Not only him, but countless saints in the whole prehistoric world were shocked.

He looked at the figure that quickly condensed behind the ancestor witch in disbelief.

As the figure condensed, a momentum that surpassed the prehistoric heaven and tore everything apart spread.

"Roar!!!"

A figure holding a giant axe and standing tall appeared in the wilderness, roaring to the sky.

The earth, water, wind and fire flowed, and the air of chaos filled the air.

The wilderness space was distorted, and a faint "creaking" sound appeared.

The sacred figure of the wilderness felt sour in his heart and his body was numb instantly.

"Pangu!!"