Prehistoric: The Ancestor Of Kunpeng

It's a pity that Pangu god-tier has passed endless years.

Only this Bu Zhou Mountain is left.

In addition to Dijiang, there are eleven of his Little Brother Little Sister who survived the Transformation Tribulation here and were successfully born in the Primordial Continent.

But later, the brothers turned against each other and their whereabouts were unknown.

This made Di Jiang feel extremely distressed. As Dage, he was already ashamed of the heroic soul of Father Pangu!

He just knelt on the ground for a long time.

In my heart, it was like a mixture of five flavors, an indescribable taste.

Nowadays, the Wu clan is facing an unprecedented crisis, and even the entire clan may be overthrown. This is an unprecedented threat.

Dijiang is very painful. He is the master of the Witch Clan. He needs to protect the entire Witch Clan, even if he pays his own for it.

Not Zhoushan, there are not many living creatures around, after the battle of Zhu Rong and Gonggong that year, I don't know how many creatures died tragically for no reason.

Although it was later repaired by Empress Nuwa with supreme power, it was still incomplete. Here, Dijiang could no longer feel the original spirituality.

I can't see any good creatures around Cultivation Base.

Between the heaven and the earth, there was just a hint of mysterious and inexplicable aura.

You know, back then, Pangu god-tier used power to prove the Dao. After the world was opened up, the body turned into everything in the world, and this imperfect mountain was exactly the transformation of the backbone of Pangu god-tier.

On that day, when Zhu Rong and Gonggong fought, he broke Bu Zhoushan. If this waited to break his father's spine.

For this, Di Jiang was angry for a long time.

He reprimanded Zhu Rong and Gonggong. Dijiang knew that they hadn't continued to fight again in the past few years, but it was also due to their own relationship, because they were in the same witch clan, and they couldn't see it when they looked up.

But he has never spoken, even if it is a word.

Di Jiang didn't know why there was such a deep hatred between them.

He felt that he was dereliction of duty when he was Dage, presumably Father Pangu, the heroic soul was on top, and he didn't want to see this scene.

Di Jiang's heart was filled with melancholy...

Back then, Father Pangu, the mighty power of the world!

With a body of flesh and blood, he pushed the Galaxy Cluster across all directions to interrupt the chaotic void. After three thousand chaotic demon gods saw him, they bowed their heads!

If one could inherit the divine power of God the Father, how could he fall into the land where he is now?

Dijiang's heart is full of unwillingness. Their witch clan belongs to the authentic Pangu family. This inheritance is handed down from flesh to blood, and the broken bones are connected to the tendons. Why was he abandoned by Heavenly Dao?

Dijiang couldn't understand it at all. He didn't understand why, people said Heavenly Dao, but in Dijiang's eyes, it was so unfair and biased.

On the other hand, the Sanqing, the primordial spirit known as Pangu, is now aloof and above all beings. There are only a few Sages in the heavens, but they each occupy one of them and are personally accepted as disciples by the Taoist ancestor. Why is this?

Isn't it because they are the authentic soul of Pangu?

Is it true that the authentic Blood Essence is lower than the original original spirit?

Emperor Jiang Yangtian roared sadly: "The long sky, how thinner than me?"

He looked at the peak of Buzhou Mountain, only the long stratus clouds flowed, and he couldn't see where the mountain peak and the sea of ​​clouds met, what it was.

Suddenly, something strange happened.

Di Jiang saw that the flowing clouds on the top of the mountain slowly gathered together, and finally formed the appearance of a person.

Pangu god-tier!

The appearance of the clouds flowing and finally condensed, since it is the first person in all ages, Pangu god-tier!

Di Jiang was also in madness. He half-kneeled on the ground, stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch it, and whispered softly in his mouth: "Father God! Is it really your old man? You are still in this world." "

Di Jiang looked at the figure in the void, and Di Jiang shed tears.

The Wu Clan, from the eyes of other races in the prehistoric race, it is infinitely beautiful. It is the most powerful force in the world.

However, only Dijiang knew how much sadness was hidden behind all these scenery.

The Wu clan, struggling step by step, came to this step and sacrificed countless clansmen.

As the master of the Witch Clan, Di Jiang has also paid a lot for this. The Witch Clan has reached the level it is today, and it is all made up of countless blood and bones.

Father Pangu is not standing, so Dijiang must take up all the responsibilities. He needs to lead the entire Wu Clan to become stronger. This is his mission. If Father Pangu is still there, the Wu Clan will not be like now. Difficulties.

But it will be taken for granted to become the No. 1 strong clan.

Nowadays, with internal and external troubles, the Wu Clan has fallen into an unprecedented predicament, and Dijiang's body is also like a big mountain.

"Dijiang, my son..."

In the void, an ancient and vicissitudes of life sounded. This voice was so familiar, it seemed that Dijiang had returned to the same way many years ago.

"Go follow your inner trajectory and do what you want to do."

That voice gradually became weaker, and soon dissipated.

"Father God, it's really you, my child is so happy, are you still alive." Di Jiang wept with joy.

But in the next second, the giant figure formed by the flowing clouds was also blown away by the wind.

The gusty wind passed, but between three or five breaths, the heroic figure no longer existed.

Di Jiang Rumeng first woke up, and now he knew that all this was just his own conjecture. Father Pangu has fallen for many years and it is impossible to be resurrected.

Di Jiang wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, he stood up, cleaned up his clothes, as if nothing had happened.

He is the "head of the family", he can't show his cowardly side in front of anyone, everything can only be buried in his heart.

Dijiang just leaned at the foot of the mountain and stopped for a long time.

Dreaming back to the chaos, and seeing the Father God again, even if it was just a fantasy of empty flowers, but Di Jiang's heart was very warm, and this could be regarded as an encouragement from God the Father to him.

After Dijiang returned to the Wu Clan, he continued to join the battle.

Because Dijiang knew that only in this way could he have the possibility of Ascension.

It is to hone oneself, Ascension own physical strength in this kind of constant bloody battle and fighting.

Several ancestral witches surrounded the Emperor Juntuan, with Emperor Jiang standing in the middle.

They joined forces to besie Di Jun, Di Jun's strength is too strong, even if several ancestral witches join forces, they can't get the slightest benefit.

Dijiang seemed to be trapped in a kind of wonderful Realm, as if he had an epiphany. This was a new understanding of the way of fighting.

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