Prehistoric: Starting from Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains

Under the Hongmeng Enlightenment Tree, Yang Jiao and Kunpeng Patriarch stood opposite each other, their auras surging and colliding, causing endless visions in the void.

Past mistakes cannot be made up, but the future is in one's own hands.

Kunpeng Patriarch knew that it was meaningless to investigate why Yang Jiao appeared here. His top priority was to repel Yang Jiao and seize the Hongmeng Enlightenment Tree.

Yang Jiao was the same. The world was big, and the actual benefits were the greatest. No matter how much nonsense he said, it was impossible for Kunpeng Patriarch to give up the Hongmeng Enlightenment Tree.

"Kill!"

The two of them said the word "kill" at the same time, and the Jiemie Knife and the Jietian Seven Swords flew out together, and the final competition began.

One was a guest in Zixiao Palace, the top innate sacred under the saint, and the other was the clone of the leader of Wusheng Sect, a rising star who received the true teachings of Tongtian Sect. As soon as the two of them made a move, they showed the vision of the end of the era, the destruction of heaven and earth, and the end of all things.

Yang Jiao used the sword to the extreme, and the sword technique burst out. He sometimes became a sword, sometimes a human, and his changes were unpredictable, which made the old man Kunpeng confused.

The old man Kunpeng responded with the way of returning all things to the abyss that he had comprehended. Yang Jiao's sword light penetrated into his body and was swallowed by the black hole on the surface of his body, unable to cause any harm to him.

"What a profound foundation. Unfortunately, my previous sword hurt his life world. This battle, my chances of winning are not small."

Yang Jiao transformed himself and turned into a sword river again. In the depths of the seven swords, one gave birth to two, two gave birth to three, and three gave birth to all things, endlessly.

The sword river circled and surrounded the old man Kunpeng in the middle, as if to seal him in the sword light.

The old man Kunpeng's eyes were empty, and his heart was extremely calm.

He used the nine great ways of ice and snow, devouring, killing, dream path, water path, wind path, etc. to perfection. His mind turned at will, and infinite magical powers and infinite Taoist arts were integrated into the Silence Blade.

His body was like a dream, sometimes it was ice and snow, sometimes it was a butterfly, and sometimes it was wind. The Silence Blade exuded infinite power, and the Tao was born and destroyed in an instant.

Ancestor Kunpeng was indeed very difficult to deal with, much more difficult than Ancestor Minghe.

Ancestor Minghe had too many magic weapons, and he had cultivated 480 million blood gods. Most of his own strength fell on magic weapons.

Ancestor Kunpeng was different. His strength was completely in line with the innate spiritual treasure.

Yang Jiao had to admit that, apart from the magic weapons, Ancestor Kunpeng's strength was above Ancestor Minghe.

Suddenly, Ancestor Kunpeng sent out a knife, slashing the avenue, and the Silence Dao climbed to the extreme and transformed into the Dao of Creation.

Creation was born, and the power of the Silence Blade changed dramatically, cutting the sword river incarnated by Yang Jiao into two sections.

Little did he know that Ancestor Kunpeng was getting more and more frightened as he fought.

He originally thought that Yang Jiao was just a junior. Even though his cultivation was not weak, his experience in fighting enemies was not necessarily rich. However, Yang Jiao's performance was like he often fought with great masters.

"Kill!"

A waterfall fell from the sky, like a cloud hanging from the sky. In fact, the water in the waterfall was all knives.

Every knife must cut, every knife must kill, and every knife cut on the surface of Yang Jiao's body to destroy his body.

Zizizizi!

In the broken sword river, purple light appeared, and countless divine thunders appeared, wrapped around the sword. Then, all the swords, all the light, condensed and turned into a purple lightning hammer.

"Purple Lightning Hammer!"

Ancestor Kunpeng was alert.

The purple lightning hammer, a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, was the personal treasure of Tongtian Sect Master. It once shocked the heavens, killed countless evil demons, and shined in the battle between Taoism and demons.

Compared with the seven swords of Jietian, this purple lightning hammer is far worse.

The lightning sword light rushed and began to go upstream. With one hammer, it hammered hard on the waterfall, and even passed the power to the Silence Sword along the waterfall.

The sky and the earth collapsed, the sword light shattered, and the mana of the Kunpeng Patriarch was shattered!

A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Kunpeng Patriarch, as if he was very surprised that the purple lightning hammer had such a powerful burst.

How could he know that Yang Jiao used the art of sword and Taoism, and after the sword and Taoism merged, he was able to superimpose the power of many treasures together.

It was not surprising that the purple lightning hammer had such power.

Swish!

The huge purple lightning hammer changed its shape and turned into a sword. The sword light and lightning swallowed and pierced the Kunpeng Patriarch.

The Kunpeng Patriarch was about to attack, but suddenly his expression changed, and the output of mana paused for a ten-thousandth of a second. It turned out that his natal world was damaged, causing some problems in the conversion of mana.

Under normal circumstances, Kunpeng Patriarch could resolve this problem quickly, but now he was fighting with Yang Jiao.

A split second later, a sword light penetrated Kunpeng Patriarch's defense and slashed his body.

Boom!

Kunpeng Patriarch's body exploded and scattered into countless light spots.

"Good opportunity!"

Yang Jiao didn't expect that he would have such an opportunity. He took advantage of the fact that Kunpeng Patriarch had not yet condensed his body, released his natal world, and enveloped it, and the Hongmeng Enlightenment Tree disappeared into the void.

Top-grade Chaos Spiritual Root, Got It!

When Kunpeng Patriarch recovered his body, everything was settled.

He didn't say much. He had injured his vitality and had no hope of taking back the Hongmeng Enlightenment Tree.

He looked at Yang Jiao with a complicated look, turned into a Peng bird, spread his wings, and disappeared into the void.

Yang Jiao didn't chase him because he couldn't catch up.

He is not the original body, and has not comprehended the avenue of space. He cannot compete with the speed of the Kunpeng Patriarch.

"I have gained a lot from this trip. In addition to the treasure house of the demon clan, there is also the Heavenly Demon World. However, I am carrying a treasure, so it is not appropriate to continue fighting with others. I'd better give the treasure to the original body first, which is the right thing to do."

Yang Jiao went out of the Heavenly Demon World directly, then passed through the forbidden method of Buzhou Mountain and secretly rushed to Hengshan.

Yang Jiao didn't know how correct his move was.

The news that he got the treasure house of the demon clan had spread in the prehistoric world. Countless powerful people were staring at Jin'ao Island. Once he appeared outside Jin'ao Island, he would be besieged by the powerful people.

However, no one could have thought that Yang Jiao would go to Hengshan first after taking the treasure. In this way, Yang Jiao avoided the ambush of these people and avoided a bloody battle.

Yang Jiao came to the Hengshan Cave Heaven and met Fang Yang's karma body directly.

"You have gained a lot from this trip!"

Fang Yang looked at his clone and smiled.

Yang Jiao's expression changed when he heard this, because just now, Fang Yang figured out what happened outside Jin'ao Island.

Someone wanted to ambush him and take his treasure.

"These people are looking for death! I want them to come alive but not return alive!"

Yang Jiao's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and his murderous intent rose infinitely.