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

"Dong Wanggong, my Hongmeng Purple Qi is not so easy to get. From the moment you refined the Hongmeng Purple Qi, you have become my puppet."

Hongjun raised his hand and grabbed the void, and two extremely fierce lights suddenly shot out from his calm eyes.

In the Nanhai Xianting, Dong Wanggong, who was practicing in seclusion, suddenly felt his soul tighten, as if he was pinched by a big hand, and his soul was about to be crushed in the next second.

Dong Wanggong screamed and sweated. The soul is the most vulnerable and fatal part. Once it is crushed, it will be completely dead and the soul will be destroyed.

At this moment, a shadow of the Taoist ancestor appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness, but this Taoist ancestor did not have the calmness and gentleness when preaching in Zixiao Palace. His eyes were full of ferocity, like a peerless beast.

"Immediately lead the Xianting to assist the demon clan to fight against the witch clan, otherwise, die."

The shadow of the Taoist ancestor spit out a word coldly, indifferent, majestic, and not to be disobeyed.

Dong Wanggong's face suddenly changed. Did Daozu know what he had done?

No matter how stupid he was, he understood at this moment that Daozu had made some tricks in the Hongmeng purple air and could control his soul.

Realizing that his soul was being squeezed tighter and tighter and would be crushed at any time, Dong Wanggong was trembling with fear and knelt on the ground and kowtowed hard: "Daozu, I was wrong. I will do it immediately and lead the fairy court to fight against the witch clan. Please spare my life."

Cultivating to this level, one is one step away from becoming a saint, immortal and indestructible, and will not be destroyed after ten thousand disasters. At this level, he is more afraid of death than ordinary prehistoric creatures.

After saying that, Dong Wanggong Mu Ran felt his soul relax, and the shadow of Daozu in the sea of ​​consciousness disappeared.

"Thank you Daozu." Dong Wanggong exhaled heavily, and his whole body went limp, with a resentful light flashing in his eyes. Sure enough, Daozu just regarded him as a tool.

His role is just to assist Nuwa in fighting against the witch clan and to help Nuwa become a saint. When Nuwa becomes a saint, he will no longer be useful, and that will probably be his death.

If he had known earlier, he should not have been greedy to refine the Hongmeng purple qi. Daozu is really biased. Nuwa led the demon clan and was beaten by the witch clan. Can't it prove that Nuwa is a waste?

Daozu does not blame Nuwa, but wants to use him to pave the way for Nuwa. He is not convinced and unwilling, but what can he do? Daozu controls his soul and he can't resist at all.

No, no, he must not let Nuwa become a saint. Once he is no longer useful, it will be the time for his soul to disappear.

Dong Wanggong struggled frantically in his heart. He could not resist Daozu, but he didn't want to die.

Oh, the three golden crows.

Dong Wanggong's eyes suddenly lit up. The three golden crows practiced the five elements law, and the Hongmeng Five Elements Mountain was a chaotic spiritual treasure, containing the complete five elements law of the great way.

As long as he exposed the Hongmeng Five Elements Mountain, the Three Golden Crows would definitely come to snatch it.

Because the Three Golden Crows snatched the Hongmeng Five Elements Mountain, he could not fight against the Twelve Ancestral Witches. The Witch Clan was strong, and the Immortal Court and the Demon Clan could not fight against it.

It was all because the Three Golden Crows snatched the Hongmeng Five Elements Mountain. If he pushed all the responsibility to the Three Golden Crows, Nuwa could not become a saint, and he would still have value to use. There was still time. Perhaps as long as he became a saint, he could get rid of the control of the Taoist Ancestor.

Yes, do it this way. This is his only way to survive.

After making a decision, at this moment, Dong Wanggong was eager for the Three Golden Crows to snatch him quickly.

In Zixiao Palace, after dealing with Dong Wanggong, Hongjun calculated the others. When he calculated that the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Golden Crows had cultivated the laws to perfection, and they only needed to find the way to prove the Tao to become saints, Hongjun's face changed.

"Three evil creatures, they have cultivated the law to this level, they are indeed descendants of Pangu, their background and talent are really amazing."

Hongjun's face was solemn. He was not worried about the twelve witch ancestors. The witch clan had no soul, so they were destined to be impossible to become saints and would never take the last step.

Without the soul, they could not communicate with the Great Dao, and the Great Dao would not recognize them.

But the three golden crows were different. The three golden crows had souls, could communicate with the Great Dao, and were recognized by the Great Dao. As long as the three golden crows walked out of their own way and perfected the law, they could prove the way to sainthood and become saints of the Great Dao.

The saints of the Great Dao were not bound by the Heavenly Dao, and naturally they were not bound by him, Hongjun. This was not allowed by Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao.

"Variables, variables."

Hongjun's face was solemn, and he made crazy calculations. The actions of the three golden crows were very unreasonable, but he did not personally interfere with the trend of the Heavenly Dao.

There should have been only two Golden Crows, but during the battle between Dao and Demon, the madman Luohou detonated the western earth veins to attack the Heavenly Dao, causing severe damage to the Heavenly Dao and escaping one of them. The Heavenly Dao was incomplete, so it was normal that the Heavenly Dao deduction was wrong.

The three Golden Crows did not do anything that violated the general trend of the Heavenly Dao. They went to the Zixiao Palace for three lectures. The Golden Crows were born with the fate of emperors. The three Golden Crows did not become demon emperors, but became star emperors, without violating their fate.

The marriage certificate was also carried out normally.

After a lot of deductions, Hongjun concluded that it was because of the variables caused by the anomaly of Dong Wanggong that Nuwa and Fuxi became demon emperors first. The three Golden Crows were emperors of destiny, and they were arrogant and did not want anyone to be on an equal footing with them.

That's why they did not become demon emperors, but went to become star emperors.

The three Golden Crows were not right, but it seemed reasonable. The anomaly was Dong Wanggong, who actually knew that Hou Tu's future opportunity to become a saint was in the sea of ​​blood. It was all the variables caused by Dong Wanggong, the anomaly.

But Hong Huang does not allow anyone to transcend his and Tian Dao's control, and cannot let the Three Golden Crows become great saints.

But now he cannot take action. After some deduction, Hong Jun has a plan, asking Nuwa to quickly create humans and become saints. When the human race emerges, the saints will appear. This is the rule of Hong Huang's development set by Pangu, and he and Tian Dao cannot change it.

The hatred between the Three Pure Ones and the Three Golden Crows has almost reached the point of no return. As long as the Three Pure Ones can achieve the Dao and become a saint first, the Three Golden Crows will die.

The Golden Crow is the protagonist of the witch-lich calamity destined by heaven, and the cause and effect are extremely great. However, the Three Pure Ones have the merit of creating the world, and they can definitely bear this cause and effect.

With the addition of cause and effect, they will be able to better control the Three Pure Ones in the future.

After clearing these, Hongjun smiled with satisfaction. A shadow of the primordial purple air appeared in front of him. Hongjun stretched out his hand and clicked it, and then continued to retreat with peace of mind.

In the East China Sea, Nuwa, who was traveling to find the opportunity to become a saint, suddenly felt that the primordial purple air in her soul moved, as if it was pulled by something, and kept struggling to the west.

"Could it be that my opportunity to become a saint is nearby, and the primordial purple air sensed it, and it is guiding me?"

Nuwa was stunned for a moment, and then she was overjoyed. She hurriedly followed the guidance of the primordial purple air and flew westward, all the way into the prehistoric land.

Nuwa hurriedly concealed her breath and figure. She wanted to hide. Except for the twelve ancestors and ten great witches in the witch clan, no one else could find her.

Going forward, she came to a place called Shaoyang Mountain in the east of Honghuang. The Hongmeng purple air was beating more and more violently, no longer guiding the direction, as if telling her that her chance to become a saint was here.

Nuwa hurriedly sat cross-legged to comprehend the Hongmeng purple air.

If Ling Xiao was here, he would definitely recognize that Shaoyang Mountain was the ancestral land of the human race.

Nuwa originally created the human race in Buzhou Mountain, and later brought the human race to Shaoyang Mountain. The human race took Shanyang Mountain as its ancestral land and developed and grew step by step.