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

The Buddha Land of the East Sea.

As the primordial gods waited anxiously, the indifferent voice of the Red Cloud Ancestor Buddha resounded throughout the primordial land.

"The secrets of heaven are in chaos, and I cannot answer your questions."

"Everything is predetermined, and everything is predestined; everything is false before the predestined law arrives."

"The Buddha Land of the East Sea will close the Buddhist gate from now on. If there is no major event, the Buddhist gate will not open, and you can leave on your own."

Without waiting for the primordial creatures to react, a great magical power appeared in the Buddha Land, and directly swept away the primordial creatures who were seeking results in front of the Buddha Land.

In their desperate eyes, the Buddhist gate was closed.

The Buddha Land of Yingzhou was hidden in the primordial void and disappeared from the eyes of all living beings.

"Ancestor Buddha!!"

"I am not willing!!"

"The way of heaven is unfair!"

As the Buddha Land of the East Sea disappeared, the despair in the hearts of the primordial gods spread rapidly.

It even began to face the billions of creatures in the primordial world.

However, this is not over yet.

Wanshou Mountain, Wuzhuang Temple.

The voice of the authentic saint Zhen Yuanzi resounded throughout the primordial land.

"I already know what you are asking for."

"Your problem is not with me. The position of a saint is all predestined. Once the predestined position arrives, you will understand it."

"The Taoist asked me to tell you that the road is under your feet. Don't be influenced by others. He spent countless merits to ask for the three saints, and he has already fulfilled it."

"The rest is for you to understand!"

"Wanshou Mountain will close its gates from now on. If there is no major event, it will not be opened again. You can go on your own."

The great power flowed, and all the primordial saints in Wanshengshou were invited out of Wanshou Mountain by a great magic power.

Some unwilling primordial saints wanted to enter Wanshou Mountain again, but found that they could not find the location of Wanshou Mountain no matter what.

It was as if Wanshou Mountain had never appeared in the prehistoric world.

"No!!"

"The saint abandoned me!"

"How could this be!"

The saint ignored them!

Fear and despair.

As time passed, the prehistoric land, which was originally full of spiritual energy and vitality, was filled with a dead feeling at some point.

There are countless creatures, but it seems like a world about to be destroyed.

A feeling of despair began to permeate the entire prehistoric world.

One day.

A creature in the early stage of the quasi-saint realm was shocked when he accidentally walked to Kunlun Mountain.

"The saint is still there!"

"We still have the Xuanmen saint!"

Hope!

As if it was a sudden enlightenment, this creature realized that among the twelve prehistoric saints, seven were Xuanmen saints.

Daozu Guixuan himself could open the way for the prehistoric creatures, and these seven Xuanmen saints could definitely open the way for the prehistoric creatures!

In an instant, the more he thought about it, the more possible it was.

A strong hope grew in his heart.

In this mood, this prehistoric creature flew over Kunlun Mountain.

"I am the Taoist Qingmu who is practicing in seclusion, and I want to see the Three Saints of Kunlun!"

The voice of Taoist Qingmu was vast and resounded throughout Kunlun Mountain.

The Three Purities who were practicing in the Sanqing Hall slowly opened their eyes, puzzled.

I don't know what Taoist Qingmu is doing.

They wanted to refuse, but the commotion caused by Taoist Qingmu was too big, and countless prehistoric saints looked here.

For the reputation of Pangu, he had to appear above Kunlun.

The appearance of the three saints attracted countless great powers in the prehistoric world to watch, and a ripple appeared in their dead hearts.

Taoist Taiqing said calmly, "What's the matter?"

Taoist Qingmu looked at the three saints of Kunlun with blazing eyes, which made the three saints feel uncomfortable and felt something was wrong.

The next second, Taoist Qingmu said something that frightened the three of them, "Saints, please be merciful, please open the way for the prehistoric people!"

What! !

The three saints were confused.

You beast, can you say this casually!

A great fear appeared in the hearts of the three saints.

Without waiting for them to speak, Taoist Qingmu said quickly, "The Taoist Guixuan is merciful, he has opened the way for all living beings, and found three underground saints; now the underground saints are full."

"And the seven saints of Xuanmen, as saints, should follow the trend of the prehistoric world and seek a way forward for all living beings in the prehistoric world!"

"Please have mercy on the three saints!"

Boom!

The prehistoric world shook.

The eyes of millions of creatures lit up, and their originally dead hearts ignited hope again.

All looked at the direction of Kunlun Mountain with burning eyes.

"Please have mercy on the saints!"

In the horrified eyes of the Three Pure Ones, countless quasi-saints flew in the void, appeared near Kunlun Mountain, and shouted.

What made them feel even more terrified was that millions of creatures in the prehistoric world also bowed down.

This...

The Three Pure Ones were a little at a loss.

How did this fire burn to their own mountain!

Opening the way forward for all living beings and seeking sainthood; what do you think of us.

Even if it is Taoist Guixuan, you ask him to open the way forward again!

The Three Pure Ones wanted to crush Taoist Qingmu to death.

Facing the millions of creatures in the prehistoric world, the Three Pure Ones felt powerless for the first time.

If the current situation is not handled properly, it will be more serious than the decline of the human race's luck.

The direct loss is the luck of their Xuanmen, the luck of their Three Pure Ones!

If it is not handled properly, several saints of Xuanmen will be pulled down from the holy position!

The millions of creatures in the prehistoric world represent the endless power of luck in the prehistoric world.

Once they work together, it is the general trend of the prehistoric world, and there is no way to change it.

"Who is spreading rumors behind this? I must crush him to death!"

Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Everything in front of him was caused by the sentence 'The last holy position is reserved for Guixuan Daozu'.

This time it was really a big deal.

If they are not careful, their Sanqing will definitely be shattered to pieces.

Saint Taiqing looked at the countless prehistoric quasi-sages in front of him, and felt a huge momentum rushing towards them, pressing on them.

This is the power of all sentient beings’ wishes!

It is formed by coercing all living beings in the wild.

It's also their motivator.

After a long time, Saint Taiqing said in a solemn tone, "This matter is serious and requires me and other saints to discuss it together and seek the teacher's opinion."

"You go back first. Once we have the results, we will inform all sentient beings in the wild."

Taiqing Sage practiced Tai Chi and learned the truth of the "drag" formula.

At this time, the ancient world is in chaos, and nothing can be deduced at all.

If we can delay the calamity until it is over, the secret will become clear; if we find the guy spreading the rumors, everything will be solved.

However, he ignored the urgent mood of hundreds of millions of creatures in the ancient world.

Taoist Qingmu bowed and said, "Please have mercy on the saint and have a result as soon as possible. I'll be waiting here."

you die! !

Saint Taiqing almost went berserk.

His sleeves were whirring, and his eyes were looking at Taoist Aoki with murderous intent.

How dare you besiege the saint's dojo and persecute the saints of heaven and earth.

Is his Sanqing face really worthless?

Taiqing Saint is still like this, Tongtian Cult Leader has already used the Four Swords to Kill Immortals. If Yuanshi Tianzun hadn't stopped him in time, Taoist Qingmu would have been killed.

Seeing that the Three Saints of Kunlun were silent, Taoist Qingmu said again, "I have no way forward and am desperate. I ask the Three Saints to forgive me."

He knew that it was wrong to do so, but there was nothing he could do about it.

This is his last hope. Even if the Three Saints of Kunlun Mountain are angry, he will get a result.

If you hear the truth in the morning, you may die in the evening!

He is willing to die!

"Please have mercy on the Three Saints!"

Hundreds of millions of creatures in the prehistoric times followed closely behind, shouting loudly.

This time, Sanqing was helpless.

In front of so many great saints, I can't help Taoist Qingmu.

Leader Tongtian looked at Taoist Qingmu with hatred.

When it comes to the road, Tongtian cannot sit still no matter how good his character is.

Yuanshi Tianzun took a deep look at Taoist Qingmu, "You guys wait here for now, let's go to Zixiao Palace to ask the teacher!"

Now that things have come to this, it is only right to leave everything to your own teacher and protect yourself.

Do you really think that their Sanqing luck is so easy to suppress?

An explosive cold snort sounded in Taoist Qingmu's ears.

Taoist Aoki was so shocked that his internal organs were cracked and his body was seriously injured.

But Sanqing has disappeared and went to Zixiao Palace outside the chaos.

Only a group of disciples were left in Kunlun Mountain, looking solemnly at the great power that covered the sky and sun outside the mountain.

Xuandu's tone was gloomy, "All disciples, please return to your own caves and concentrate on seclusion!"

"They are not allowed to leave the seclusion until Master and the others come back!"

As the senior brother of Xuanmen, Xuandu has a high prestige in front of all the junior brothers and sisters. After hearing Xuandu's words, they all returned to their caves with complicated thoughts and activated the formation.

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North Sea.

Gui Xuan looked at what was happening outside the Kunlun Mountains quietly, with the corner of his mouth raised slightly.

"Old boy, I don't know if you can catch it now."

"Di Jun is such a good bird. He gave you such a great gift all at once. Then I won't let you die miserably and will give you some dignity."

In front of him were four saints: Hongyun, Zhen Yuanzi, Houtu, and Ancestor Minghe.

Guixuan looked at them and said, "Hongyun, get your Buddhism ready, the war is about to begin."

"You three authentic saints, once a battle breaks out, you will do your best to stabilize the ancient land lines and the stability of the underworld."

"Let the Witch Clan be prepared and ready to escape at any time!"

"yes!"

The four saints' hearts moved, their hearts trembled, and they responded respectfully.

Gui Xuan had already made various arrangements. With the changes in the general trend of the prehistoric era, the general trend of the prehistoric era has begun to move in the direction he expected.

Just wait for the right time to come.

Time is passing quickly.

Just when hundreds of millions of creatures gathered around Kunlun Mountain.

Above the nine heavens, in the heaven.

Emperor Jun had already ordered all the monster clan's troops, waiting for the opportunity to move.

After the Sanqings of Kunlun Mountain left for chaos, Emperor Jun looked overjoyed.

"It's finally done!"

Taiyi also had a smile on his face, "The thoughts of hundreds of millions of creatures in the ancient world are now in the Kunlun Mountains. This is the time for me to unify the ancient world!"

"The souls of billions of creatures have been infected by the Quasi-Sage, and their hearts are in a state of silence. They have no desires at all, only the holy throne."

"I have no intention of fighting for a long time. It's time for me to take action!"

Di Jun nodded, "Gui Xuan Dao Ancestor preached throughout history. I didn't expect that the spiritual part of the Tao he preached could be used in such a short time. It is fitting that our demon clan will rise!"

For countless years, Di Jun understood the spiritual truth from the Tao taught by Gui Xuan.

He secretly used his holy position to infect all living beings in the wild, and ultimately implicated hundreds of millions of living beings.

From the quasi-sage to the earthly immortal realm, no one is spared.

Now that the saints have been coerced and forced out of the chaos, all the authentic saints have been hiding from the world.

All the saints in the prehistoric world were suppressed by them using various methods.

Even though he had offended all the saints before, now the saints have either left the wilderness or ignored worldly affairs.

It's time for the demon clan to take advantage of the situation, kill the witch clan, and unify the ancient world!

Demon Emperor Jun no longer delayed, a long sword full of evil spirit and resentment appeared in front of him.

Witch-slaying sword!

The day after tomorrow Lingbao!

Although the rank is not high, it can defeat the witch clan!

On the blade of the sword, countless souls of the human race were swimming, wailing silently, which was very terrifying.

Sitting in the heavenly palace, Emperor Xi Fuxi looked at the witch-slaying sword in front of Emperor Jun, feeling uneasy in his heart.

All of a sudden, he plotted against all the saints in the prehistoric times, as well as the ancestor of Guixuan Taoism.

Brothers Di Jun and Tai Yi are crazy!

When he knew that Di Jun was refining the Witch-Slaying Sword without telling him, he felt something was wrong.

The great catastrophe of the human race immediately offended the two human saints to death, making Guixuan Daozu unhappy.

This is a big cause and effect.

Now he is plotting against the prehistoric saint, which is simply a path to death.

Fuxi's heart was gloomy, and he felt a chill running down his spine. He wanted to leave the demon clan but was no longer able to.

As the Xihuang of the Demon Clan, he enjoys the fate of the Demon Clan. If he leaves, it will definitely cause a backlash from the Demon Clan, so he can only bite the bullet.

"I hope what my sister said will come true, otherwise..."

Fuxi swallowed, and a great fear enveloped his whole body.

In this mood, Di Jun held the witch-slaying sword in his hand and looked at the ancient land with a cold voice.

"The demon clan! Unify the wilderness! Fight!"