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

"Minghe, do you really think I can't deal with this ball of dirty blood?"

"Without the intervention of the Eastern King, I will destroy you today."

Kunpeng was furious. If he continued like this, he would have no time to refine the Hongmeng Purple Qi, so he simply gave up running.

"Hmph, you are not worthy. Today, we will decide the ownership of the Hongmeng Purple Qi by victory or defeat. Do you dare?"

Minghe sacrificed the magic weapon Yehuo Honglian and Yuantu and Abi swords.

"Why not?"

Kunpeng was not to be outdone, and sacrificed the magic weapons Burning Heaven Feather Fan and Wind and Thunder Scissors, Demon Master Palace and Kunpeng Feather.

The Burning Heaven Feather Fan and Wind and Thunder Scissors were both magic weapons that Kunpeng found in the Yingzhou Fairy Mountain. They are both innate top-grade spiritual treasures.

The Demon Master Palace was made by Kunpeng using a large amount of innate spiritual materials, and its quality reached the innate top grade.

Kunpeng's feathers were made by Kunpeng using his own feathers for sacrifice. There are 49 feathers in total, a set, and they have reached the innate top grade. Kunpeng is an innate creature, so the feathers on his body are naturally innate.

Nowadays, all the immortals in the prehistoric world are scrambling for innate spiritual materials to refine innate magic weapons and kill corpses. Innate spiritual materials will become less and less, and the innate energy in the prehistoric world will also become less and less. It will be difficult to allow innate spiritual materials. In the future, the acquired will replace the innate, and the acquired spiritual treasures will become the protagonist.

Kunpeng is also miserable enough. As a top-level powerful being, he doesn't have a single top-grade spiritual treasure on him.

The two sides started a war. Kunpeng has many magic weapons, and they are all attack magic weapons, and the attack is stronger, but the Styx has the karma fire red lotus to protect himself, and Kunpeng can't break it no matter what.

In the sky, the Styx activates the red lotus karma fire to attack Kunpeng with the Yuantu and Abi swords.

Kunpeng activates the Burning Sky Feather Fan, and the raging flames are everywhere. He creates peacocks, cranes, Dapeng and other birds to attack the Styx with the raging burning sky purple fire.

The Wind and Thunder Scissors turned into a gust of wind and lightning, intertwined like two giant dragons, and rushed into the monstrous fire.

The sky was covered with the Red Lotus Fire and the Burning Sky Purple Fire, and the wind and thunder were loud.

The Red Lotus Fire and the Burning Sky Purple Fire are both the ten great divine fires of the prehistoric world, and their power is equal. The Wind and Thunder Scissors are not inferior to the Yuantu and Abi Swords.

But Kunpeng still has the Demon Master Palace and Kunpeng Feathers, which suppress the Styx in attack, but cannot break the defense of the Fire Red Lotus.

The two fought for a long time, and neither could do anything to the other.

Kunpeng was worried that the King of the East and the immortals in the Immortal Court would chase him, so he stopped entangled with the Styx, put away his magic weapon, transformed into his original body, and flew eastward.

The east is the home ground of the Wu Clan, which will make the immortals afraid.

But the Styx was transformed from Pangu's dirty blood and is also a descendant of Pangu. This guy has no grudge against the Wu Clan and is not afraid of the Wu Clan at all.

The two started a new round of chasing battle.

It was lively here, and it was even more lively in Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea. The twelve witch ancestors fought in the fairy court.

Originally, with the power of all the fairies in the fairy court, they could fight against the twelve witch ancestors. Many powerful people joined the fairy court to share the luck, such as Lei Ze, Feng Ze, Xiantian Sophora japonica wood spirit, Xiantian gold and stone spirit, etc., and now they have broken through to quasi-saints.

The fairy court now has eight quasi-saints.

But the twelve witch ancestors left a great psychological shadow on Dong Wanggong. When Dong Wanggong saw the twelve witch ancestors, his legs became weak and he only wanted to escape.

As a result, the twelve witch ancestors ignored the other people in the fairy court and chased Dong Wanggong, and finally blocked Dong Wanggong in the South China Sea.

"Dong Wanggong, you dared to challenge the majesty of my twelve witch ancestors in the past. Your death is coming."

Qiang Liang rubbed the thunder with his hands and blasted Dong Wanggong.

Dong Wanggong urged his magic power to block it, his mind turned quickly, and suddenly he had an idea, and hurriedly said: "Fellow Taoists, let's talk it out, I know the method of the Wu clan to become a saint."

"What did you say? How do you know?" Dijiang was shocked and hurriedly stopped Qiangliang.

Becoming a saint is too important for the Wu clan. The demon clan has Nuwa who can become a saint, and the Three Pure Ones have a grudge against them, so they can also become saints.

The Wu clan cannot become a saint. After Nuwa and the Three Pure Ones become saints, how can the Wu clan protect themselves?

"There is a treasure in the fairy court called the Heavenly Secret Plate, which can deduce the secrets of heaven. I deduce the secrets of heaven day and night, and I saw a trace of the secrets of the Wu clan's sanctification." Dong Wanggong's brain is very good at this moment, and he is making up stories crazily.

"What is it?" Dijiang's breathing became rapid.

"The Taoist once said that the Wu clan needs a great opportunity to become a saint. The secret I deduced is that the opportunity of the Wu clan lies in Pangu." Dong Wanggong said.

"Father God? What should my Wu clan do?" Dijiang's eyes lit up.

"First, worship Pangu. The Wu clan is the descendant of Pangu. If you worship sincerely, you will be blessed by Pangu."

"Second, collect the remains of Pangu's descendants, such as Buzhou Mountain, Pangu's spine, the sun star, the moon star, and Pangu's eyes, and gather the fortune of the primordial world to the Wu clan."

"Third, the Wu clan has a great merit and great fortune in the blood sea. The Wu clan has killed countless people, and the remaining souls of countless creatures have nowhere to go and are floating in the blood sea. The Wu clan needs to save those souls and wash away the sins of killing. I don't know how to do it specifically."

Dong Wanggong said it in a clear and concise manner.

Minghe was also thinking about the primordial purple air. Originally, Dong Wanggong mentioned the blood sea to trick Minghe, but he accidentally hit the mark and said the way for Houtu to prove the truth and become a saint in the future.

In the future, Houtu will transform into six reincarnations in the blood sea, save the souls of living beings, make up for the deficiencies of the primordial world, benefit the primordial world, and bring down great merits to become a saint.

The Wu Clan was the most reverent to Pangu the Father God, and they often worshipped him. The Wu Clan believed that the prehistoric world belonged to the Father God, and they wanted to dominate the prehistoric world and manage it for the Father God. Dong Wanggong's words were very much to Dijiang's liking.

However, Dijiang was not stupid, and looked at Dong Wanggong coldly: "You didn't lie to me, did you?"

"No, absolutely not, how dare I lie to you." Dong Wanggong nodded and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Brother, he shouldn't be lying. I feel something is pulling me to the sea of ​​blood." Hou Tu suddenly said.

"Could it be a chance to become a saint?" Di Jiang's eyes lit up and he was overjoyed.

"Maybe." Hou Tu nodded.

"Haha, good, it means that Dong Wang Gong didn't lie. My Wu clan can also become a saint. All of our twelve ancestors of witches have become saints. Who else in the prehistoric world can stop us?" Di Jiang laughed loudly.

"I, I've told you everything I know. Can you let me go?" Dong Wang Gong asked humbly.

"Humph, for the sake of you telling me how the Wu clan can become a saint, go away. When you see my Wu clan in the future, go around."

Di Jiang snorted coldly. This matter is extremely important to the Wu clan. He is even a little grateful to Dong Wang Gong now.

"By the way, the primordial purple qi is the foundation of enlightenment. The Wu clan can't use it without the Yuanshen, but maybe they can comprehend something."

"Moreover, the prehistoric world was opened up by the great god Pangu, and the Wu clan is the authentic Pangu. Who can become a saint in the prehistoric world should be decided by the Wu clan."

Dong Wanggong rolled his eyes and planned to drag Sanqing, Jieyin, and Zhunti into the water. If he couldn't get the primordial purple qi to become a saint, Sanqing and others couldn't think of becoming saints.

Moreover, now that the Wu clan is comfortable, if he is given a primordial purple qi in the future, the opportunity to become a saint will come.

Sanqing is fine, how is Nuwa better than him? Jieyin and Zhunti, two shameless people, how can they become saints.

When the Taoist ancestor decided the sainthood, he has been very dissatisfied.