Prehistoric: The Ancestor Of Kunpeng

Xu Qing's mind already had thoughts, Fang Jin Sanqing Daoist opened their doors one after another, established pedagogy, and proved the saint with merit.

After Xu Qing was promoted to the pinnacle of the quasi-sage, this might not be a wonderful technique.

Xu Qing secretly figured out that if he wants to establish a civilization, he will definitely recruit disciples. Strong men like Kong Xuan and Yang Erlang must never miss it.

With their comprehension, reaching Daluo Jinxian is like a child's play. If the opportunity comes, even if it is a quasi-sage, it is not difficult.

Xu Qing stayed on the seabed of Beiming for a few more years. After completely stabilizing the Cultivation Base of his quasi-sage, he planned to leave the sea of ​​Beiming temporarily, and went out to travel through the prehistoric times. After all, there is even a decent disciple under the owner. no.

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On the edge of the North Sea, there is a tribe. In the tribe, humans, demons, and witches live in peace and do not offend each other.

In the tribe, a snow mountain rises from the ground, towering into Yun Tian.

"This place is flickering with different lights, it must not be an ordinary place." Xu Qing muttered to himself, intending to stop here.

I saw the Daoist turned into an ordinary parade and entered the tribe.

This place is adjacent to the North Sea, and there is everlasting ice all year round, and it is extremely cold.

"Where does the Taoist chief come from and where do you want to go?"

At the entrance of the tribe, a middle-aged man riding a snow wolf looked at Xu Qing and said.

The man was wearing a big quilt, a machete in his hand, and his blood was astonishing. There were still a few rabbits that had been killed by him hanging behind him.

"Pan Dao doesn't remember either. Pang Dao travels through the wilds, like rootless duckweed. I don't know where it came from or where to go." Xu Qing said with a smile.

The middle-aged man also smiled when he heard the words, and said: "The Daoist master is really good at talking and laughing. Since there is nowhere to go, I might as well enter the village for a gathering."

"Then it's better to be respectful." Xu Qing strode into the stockade. Inside the stockade, the three clans of humans, demons, witches and men have fornication, as if isolated from the outside world.

Only the snow-capped mountain was so magical that Xu Qing could feel that in the snow-capped mountain, there were two auras of practitioners, and one of them was very powerful.

"Oh, the Taoist commander hasn't seen such a high mountain? This is the sacred mountain in our tribe."

The middle-aged man seemed to see Xu Qing looking at the snow mountain intently, so he explained to Xu Qing.

Xu Qing laughed secretly in her heart, thinking that when he first transformed into form, he walked across the wild land, and the pillars of the mountain are extremely high, but the highest mountain in the wild. Isn't Xu Qing also comfortable going up and down, let alone the snow-capped mountains in this area?

But Xu Qing didn't talk about breaking, but asked: "I don't know what's magical about this mountain? How could you build a tribe around this mountain?"

The middle-aged man looked in awe and said: "Do you know something, Chief Daoist. The ancestors of the snow-capped mountains have vast magical powers and give us infinite good fortune every year."

"Oh? Really?" Xu Qing became even more interested when he said this.

Xu Qing now has the Cultivation Base of Quasi-Sage. Even if he meets Sage, he can run even if he can't beat him. It can be said that Xu Qing in the prehistoric world is not afraid of anyone, and he has never heard of it. Some unknown quasi-sage or Sage will be born on the edge of the own dojo.

Xu Qing lived in the tribe for more than half a year, and the locals called the one on the snow mountain the ancestor of the snow mountain and respected him like a god.

Today seems to be a special day. Every household puts up lights and festoons. They gather around the foot of the snow-capped mountains and carry a load of bamboo baskets. Among the bamboo baskets are virgin boys and virgins.

"Why is this?" Xu Qing asked, puzzled.

"The Taoist master doesn't know something. Today is the day of the annual sacrifice. We will give these thousand virgins to the ancestors of the Snow Mountain, and the ancestors of the Snow Mountain will give us a good fortune. Protect my tribe. Years of peace."

"A thousand boys and girls, in exchange for a year of peace?" Xu Qing's expression changed, and her heart felt a bit cold.

In all fairness, Xu Qing's is not a villain, but he also pretends that he is not a good person, but at least he can't do this kind of thing. Even if Xu Qing is pregnant with the heavens and devours the system, he will only devour his own enemy, or something without a master.

Under Heavenly Dao, there is a certain number in the dark, and good and evil are divided.

"I'm going to visit this person today." Xu Qing thought.

The snow-capped mountains are ten thousand feet high. If a mortal wants to go up the mountain, there are no three or five months to be difficult, but for Xu Qing, it is just a move of his heart, and he came to the top of the mountain in an instant.

Sure enough, there was an Immortal Cave on the top of the mountain, and there was a child standing at the door.

That was a little girl who was only five or six years old. Xu Qing watched intently. This female Cultivation Base was only of Celestial Immortals level, but her feet were extraordinary. At the moment when the sky was snowing, she still stood motionless at the entrance of the cave. .

"Brother Xueshan, please show up." Kunpeng sneered.

I saw a white robe and old man suddenly walked out of the Immortal Cave, with long hair and shawl, holding a snowflake in his hand, his appearance was very weird.

"Tong'er, how come you don't know how to welcome a visitor?"

The girl stood in place, trembling constantly, she seemed to be very afraid of the ancestor of the snow mountain.

"Are you the ancestor of the Snow Mountain?" Xu Qing said coldly.

The ancestor of the Snow Mountain put his own Divine Sense out, but Xu Qing's body was like a treasure bottle, dripping water, so that he could not see the slightest.

"Hmph, this ancestor is the great Luo Jinxian in the world, where did the demon way dare to scare this ancestor?"

Seeing the ancestor of Snow Mountain waved his big hand, the snowflake in his hand suddenly flew towards Xu Qing as if it were Hidden Weapons.

"How dare you show off with such a trick?" Xu Qing sneered, breaking the offensive of the ancestors of the Snow Mountain with a finger.

Seeing this situation, the ancestor Xueshan was shocked, and asked: "Who are you, and why are you looking for the bad luck of this ancestor?"

"Guess what?"

Xu Qing did not tell him his own identity, but said with a smile.

After Xu Qingning watched it, he knew that this person had just entered the Daluo Jinxian, and he was considered a very rare master in this predicament. Unfortunately, the opponent he met was his old Kunpeng. Ancestor.

"Boldly demon, just as my ancestor is too scared, let me take another trick."

I saw the ancestors of the Snow Mountain volley up, and a blizzard suddenly hit Xu Qing.

Xu Qing smiled without saying a word, and between talking and laughing, the sky returned to silence again, as if nothing had happened.

"This... how is this possible?" said the ancestor of Xueshan incredulously. The one he showed just now is one of his best magical powers. With this, he hasn't lost every time when he walks on the barren continent. He didn't expect to be so. Easy to resolve.

"Could it be that you are the one in the depths of the North Sea?" The ancestor of the Snow Mountain said guessingly.

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