Prehistoric: The Ancestor Of Kunpeng

Of course, Di Jun did this not because he was scared and wanted to escape, but because he wanted to go to another battlefield to kill more Wu clan lives!

Di Jiang waved his hand, he half-kneeled on the ground, his breath was very urgent.

Before this, he had also fought with Di Jun, and he was also the only one among the Wu Clan who had fought with Di Jun, and more than once.

Compared with the past, Di Jun's strength seems to have increased a lot.

Except for the free Daoist that sees the dragon without seeing the end, this can almost represent the top combat power under Sage. This power is too strong, and as an ancestor witch, Dijiang cannot compete with it alone, because His natural soul is incomplete, which is also the injustice of fate.

Dijiang was helpless. At this moment, the Wu Clan was in an unprecedented crisis, and it was necessary for everyone in the clan to work together to get through this crisis.

"Dage, are you all right."

Xuan Ming asked some worrying questions.

Di Jiang waved his hand and said: "I'm fine, it's just a minor injury. Although Di Jiang is gone now, we still can't slack off, because there are still too many people who need us on this battlefield. "

"Hurry up and leave here, don't let the fighting stop!"

Di Jiang motioned the Little Brothers to join the new battle, but it seemed that they were unwilling to leave.

"Dage, we still..."

Zhu Jiuyin couldn't hold it back anymore, and eventually he spoke first.

"I know what you want to say? Pangu's true body is? Absolutely not. Now things have not developed to this most critical juncture." Di Jiang rejected his proposal on the spot.

It's not Sage, but it can control the power to compete with Sage. However, under this seemingly beautiful appearance, there seems to be some extremely serious consequences hidden. Di Jiang's heart is also full of worries. No one knows Di Jiang's He didn't want to say what his concerns were.

As we all know, there is no Sage in the Wu Clan. But they are not afraid of Sage, their power can compete with Sage, and even can make Sage retreat.

Di Jiang knew that this was the last trump card of their Wu Clan, and it would never be easy to display it until the critical moment.

Sage's power is terrible, they have never mastered it.

Although Dijiang led the Little Brothers to practice the Twelve Capitals of the Gods in the Great Formation for many times, it was not a real battle.

"Let's go, go to fight, for our common homeland, fight to the last minute!"

Di Jiang's words inspired them, and they knew very well that since Dage had decided to do so, he made sense.

Dijiang is the master of the Wu Clan, and any of his decisions cannot be violated.

After everyone left, day and night came, and the loneliness could be seen in Dijiang's eyes. It was the moment when day and night changed, and things changed for stars. The sky on Haoyue's body was a little bit starry, and Di Jiang stared at the night sky, feeling deeply in his heart.

"Houtu Little Sister, you don't know where it is now. The Big Brother knows that you are not dead. It would be great if you could come back and help us at this time."

Di Jiang sighed.

If Hou Tu is still here, the Twelve Ancestral Witch’s personnel will be gathered, and Xing Tian can also free up his hands to deal with the so-called Ten Great Demon Saints with Hou Yi. In this way, the Witch Clan’s current position The dilemma is gone.

A colorful star field in the chaos.

The stars shone with dazzling light, and a soul had been asleep in it for a long time, and I didn't know when she would wake up.

...

Di Jiang looked at the night sky. At this moment, a very bold idea was born in his mind.

That is the sanctification of the flesh!

In other words, prove the truth with strength!

Dijiang knew very well what his current situation was. As a witch clan, his original trial was terrible, and he would never be able to become a Sage through cultivation own soul. Merit, fortune, and luck.

This is unrealistic for the Wu Clan, their only way is to prove the Dao with strength!

This is the path Pangu Mountain took in the past.

However, who is the Pangu god-tier? There has been such a person throughout the ages, and perhaps there will never be a second existence like him after him.

There is more than one method of preaching, but this is the most difficult of them.

"I have no other choice..."

Di Jiang said with a wry smile.

His physical strength has already reached the Realm of the quasi-sage peak, but his soul Cultivation Base has been stuck in the Realm of the Daluo Jinxian peak, and he has not been able to get a breakthrough for a long time. He also knows that the own soul, maybe You will never be able to pass this level in the future.

Physically proving Dao was his only hope, and it was also the last hope of the entire Wu Clan.

Dijiang's current physical strength can be regarded as the first person among the prehistoric.

But how easy is sanctification? Proving the Tao with force is even more difficult.

"May Father Pangu be enlightened and bless your descendants." Dijiang prayed to the sky.

The Karma luck of the Pangu god-tier of the past remains everywhere in the prehistoric times.

Ling'er passed by accidentally and saw Dijiang. It was just that she had reduced the aura from her body, and therefore Di Jiang did not notice her existence.

However, here, on the battlefield where the gunpowder was exhausted, apart from the two of them, Ling'er also noticed the existence of another life, but he was hiding very deeply. If it weren’t for Ling'er, it’s not what it used to be, the Cultivation Base is bigger. I am afraid it is not so easy to find him.

"This person is a powerful Cultivation Base!"

Ling'er was hiding in the dark. He saw a man in a black cloak. This man couldn't see his face clearly and seemed to have displayed some hidden magical powers. But this still couldn't escape Ling'er's eyes.

It's just that Ling'er at this time doesn't know that this person is a famous Western teacher, so I should mention Daoist.

Since Zhunti Daoist came here secretly, there was gunpowder everywhere. The war never stopped. Everyone was struggling to die. Zhunti Daoist didn't have any chance.

At this moment, Dijiang is alone here, which makes Zhunti Daoist feel that his own opportunity has come.

Zhunti Daoist showed his own figure. He stood in front of Dijiang and looked at him and said, "What's wrong with fellow Daoist?"

"What are you!"

Di Jiang was alert and keen, and asked immediately.

"It's just Rogue Cultivators passing by here by chance, fellow daoist don't panic." Zhunti Daoist has changed his appearance, looking like just an ordinary Rogue Cultivators with shame.

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