Prehistoric: The Golden Crow Emperor, robbed Sanqing at the beginning

After Hongmeng got the measuring ruler, Ling Xiao was no longer in a hurry, and slowly collected heavenly materials and earthly treasures in the mountains.

When Daluo Jinxian reaches consummation, the heavenly materials and earthly treasures are no longer useful, that is, they are collected for the use of the star gods.

Now the three brothers are the Star Kings, and the Star Gods are their subordinates. The higher the cultivation level of the Star Gods, the more powerful the Zhoutian Star Formation they activate.

If they all reach the quasi-sage level, the Zhoutian Star Formation activated will definitely threaten the saints.

Those innate spiritual materials can be used to refine magic weapons for use by the star gods.

Magic weapons refined from innate spiritual materials are innate spiritual treasures.

However, the three brothers are not good at refining weapons. Refining weapons is time-consuming and labor-intensive. They don't have time now and have to find someone else to refine them.

When it comes to who is the best at refining weapons in the prehistoric times, it is none other than Yuan Shi.

In Sanqing, Laozi is good at alchemy, Yuanshi is good at weapon refining, and Tongtian is good at formation.

With the hatred between the three brothers and Sanqing, it is impossible to find Yuanshi to refine weapons.

When the time comes, let’s first ask the Star Gods if any of them are good at refining weapons.

Ling Xiao was leisurely here, while the fight was fierce on Abbot Xianshan's side. Nuwa and Fuxi started to fight with the top ten demon commanders and the twelve ancestral witches.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches had planned it from the beginning, taking this opportunity to destroy the top leaders of the demon clan, so that the collapse of the demon clan would no longer pose a threat.

Now the twelve ancestral witches have reached the Great Perfection of Daluo Jinxian. Nuwa and Fuxi also have this level of cultivation, but the top ten demon commanders are one level lower, and they are all in the late stage of Daluo Jinxian.

Both sides have the same number of people, so when they fight, the demon side is completely overwhelmed.

Prince Dong and many powerful men from the Immortal Court originally lived in the east of the ancient continent, but were robbed of their dojo by the Wu Clan.

At this moment, seeing the fight between the top leaders of the demon clan and the twelve ancestral witches, Duke Dong immediately joined with more than a dozen powerful men from the Immortal Court, and joined forces with the top brass of the demon clan to beat up the twelve ancestral witches.

The Wu clan is warlike and good at fighting. If they fight less and stun more, they will not be at a disadvantage.

"Di Jiang, if we continue to fight, all the treasures on Abbot Immortal Mountain will be snatched away by others. We will lose nothing. What are you trying to do?"

This is the East China Sea. The eastern part of the prehistoric continent is now occupied by the Wu clan. Fuxi is worried that if he continues to conquer, other people from the Wu clan will be attracted.

If there is support, the Wu clan will definitely be faster.

"Do you think you can be undefeated if you have more people? Today I will destroy you first and then the monsters."

"Prince Dong, if you seek death, our witch clan will destroy the Immortal Court."

Di Jiang stared at Duke Dong Wang angrily. If this guy hadn't intervened, the top leaders of the Demon Clan would have been doomed by now.

Today is the best opportunity for the top leaders of the Demon Slayer Clan. If you miss it, it will be difficult to find such an opportunity again, even if you pay some price.

"Arrogant, it will take time for the witch clan to support us. What can you twelve ancestral witches do to us?"

Dongwanggong raised his head and was not afraid of Di Jiang at all.

Recently, many immortal families have joined the Immortal Court, and the Immortal Court is getting stronger and stronger. Apart from the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan, the Immortal Court is the strongest.

He is the Lord of the Immortal Court, the overlord of one side, and has a respected status. He unites with the Demon Clan to first destroy the Witch Clan, and then turns around to destroy the Demon Clan. He is the Lord of the Ancient World.

Looking at the arrogant and arrogant Dong Wangong, Di Jiang uttered angrily: "Form the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Evil Formation and kill this thing that doesn't know whether to live or die."

The other eleven ancestral witches were also angered by Dong Wanggong's arrogance. They quickly came to Dijiang and formed a formation. The terrifying blood evil energy surged out from the twelve ancestral witches and gathered in the center of the formation.

Soon, a terrifying aura filled the air, as if some ancient evil was awakening.

A blood-colored phantom gradually emerged, tens of thousands of feet tall, holding a giant axe, and a terrifying pressure spread out. The fairy mountains trembled, and the vast East China Sea rolled, as if they were also afraid.

Even the Immortal Family on Yingzhou Fairy Mountain felt the terrifying pressure. Some of the people with bad character were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and trembled.

"Could this coercion be the formation of the Twelve Heavenly Gods activated by the Twelve Ancestral Witches?"

Ling Xiao was startled, soared into the sky, and flew to the sky to watch.

Sure enough, on the other side of the Abbot's Immortal Mountain, there was a bloody shadow that was ten thousand feet high, holding a giant axe, exuding violence and coercion that would destroy the world.

In the chaotic Zixiao Palace outside the sky, Hongjun was also alarmed. His eyes passed through the chaos and the thirty-third heaven, looking at the phantom, with a flash of solemnity and fear in his eyes.

On the Abbot's Immortal Mountain, Duke Dong and others looked at Pang Ran's silhouette, with infinite fear rising in their hearts and their faces pale.

"Pangu's shadow is Pangu's shadow."

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches can actually condense the shadow of Pangu."

"Run away."

I don't know who shouted "Escape", they all broke out and ran away as fast as possible, everyone wished they had two more legs.

Pangu, that’s Pangu. The prehistoric times were all created by Pangu.

Even if it is just a shadow, it is not something they can resist.

The awe of Pangu is engraved in the bones of all creatures in the ancient times.

"cut."

Di Jiang spat out a word and aimed at Duke Dong. Pangu's shadow waved his giant axe, and the space suddenly shattered. A huge ax light slashed out, as if it was going to split the world apart again.

When all the creatures saw this axe, even Ling Xiao felt a sense of fear and insignificance, and did not dare to resist.

Horrible, shocking, extremely terrifying.

Ling Xiao looked at Dong Wangong who was screaming in fear and running away desperately, and shook his head. This guy is really a master at seeking death.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches would rather let Nuwa and Fuxi go, but also want to kill Duke Dong. This created so much hatred.

At this moment, Prince Dong doesn't have any of the arrogance and expansion he had before, only fear remains.

Fast, the axe light came too fast, there was no way to escape, Dong Wanggong was so scared that he lost his mind, his legs softened and he knelt in the air, his heart was filled with the fear of death, he forgot to struggle, or dared not to struggle, closed his eyes and waited for death.

Just when the axe light was about to hit Dong Wanggong, a big hand condensed with magic power stretched out from the sky, grabbed the axe light, and then crushed it.

"Within ten thousand years, the war in the prehistoric world will stop."

The voice of Daozu Hongjun resounded throughout the prehistoric world, cold, majestic, and could not be disobeyed.

The twelve witch ancestors could not hold on at this moment, Pangu's shadow dissipated, sweat poured out, his face was pale, and he gasped for air.

The twelve gods and demons of the heavens were too powerful, and they could not bear it with their current cultivation.

Looking at the slowly dissipating big hand, the twelve witch ancestors were full of dissatisfaction and unwillingness.

"We are not strong enough, so we can only chop out one axe. When we break through to the Quasi-Sage, we will definitely chop out the second and third axe. Daozu will not be able to stop us anymore."

Di Jiang's eyes were filled with fighting spirit.

On the sky, Ling Xiao also had to sigh that the ancestor witches were really a group of fighting madmen. Others were in awe of Daozu's power, but Di Jiang was thinking about chopping Daozu.

This is the authentic Pangu, inheriting Pangu's fearless spirit. Forget about the Three Pure Ones, they are not worthy of the name of Pangu authentic.

Below, Dong Wanggong survived the catastrophe and gasped for breath. How dare he think about the treasures on the fairy mountain? He looked at the twelve ancestor witches with fear and fled with all his strength.

However, this guy was really greedy. He escaped from Fangzhang Fairy Mountain and ran to Yingzhou Fairy Mountain to look for treasures.

Nuwa and others did not dare to stay in Fangzhang Fairy Mountain anymore, and all ran to Yingzhou Fairy Mountain.

These powerful people have all fled, so how could other immortals dare to stay? Fangzhang Immortal Mountain directly accepted the Wu Clan.

The axe of Pangu's phantom left an indelible shadow on the immortals.