Rebirth of the East Prince: The strongest Hunyuan in the prehistoric

Tongtian was surprised and blurted out: "Is it because the Wu clan and I, the Three Pure Ones, have the same origin?"

I remained silent and secretly guessed, but Yuanshi became dissatisfied and said reproachfully to Tongtian: "Third brother, don't talk nonsense. We, Sanqing, were transformed by Pangu Yuanshen and became Pangu's authentic sect. That Wu clan is nothing more than barbarians."

These people have no soul, they are just transformed by turbid air. They are worse than the monsters who turned into eggs from wetness. They are unscrupulous people who have only acquired some superficial inheritance from Father God. How can they be compared with me?

Let’s compare it.”

Tongtian frowned slightly, but did not argue with his brother. The three Qings had different personalities. Later generations established religions, and their respective teachings were also different, which led to the ending of their separation.

But at this moment, Tongtian and Yuanshi were not at that point yet. Although they had differences of opinion, they were brothers from the same origin who had been with each other for many years, but they did not blush because of it.

Let’s talk about the Lich Battlefield.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches transformed into the true form of the Witch Clan and set up the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Evil Formation. Although they were still enveloped by the Demon Clan's Zhoutian Xingdou Formation, the power of the twelve witch bodies was now much stronger than before, and the stars were

The impact of the force will be weakened to a minimum.

Di Jiang and other twelve giants, with their evil aura soaring to the sky, can crush a group of monsters in a blink of an eye. In the evil formation, under the link of the evil aura, the twelve ancestral witches are almost connected with each other. Wherever they go, there is not even a blade of grass.

Keep.

Fuxi, who was in the center of the Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation, was shocked when he saw this. The Demon Clan had practiced many times, but he did not expect that the Witch Clan also had the same level of formation inheritance.

At this time, he had to change the formation. He pinched the spells in his hands, and the formation changed again. In the formation, several hidden star positions appeared, and then shouted: "Emperor Donghuang, fellow Taoists, each sense and enter the conjunction star.

position, activate the formation with all your strength!"

After Emperor Jun and others took their positions, the power of the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation increased again, and they blocked the Wu Clan's formation. For a while, the two sides actually started a stalemate again.

It's just that although this ancestral witch is not afraid of the demon formation, other witch clans are unable to resist it. At this time, Di Jiang and others can no longer kill the monsters as easily as before, but his own witch clan camp, in the star formation, still suffered heavy casualties.

Even better than before.

When several ancestral witches saw this, their eyes were about to burst, and Zhu Jiuyin shouted sternly: "Brother, we need to make a decision early."

Outsiders didn't know the meaning of these words, but all the twelve ancestral witches understood it. Di Jiang roared angrily, as if he had made up his mind, and then shouted: "If so, then take action."

The twelve ancestral witches and their twelve witch bodies each roared to the sky, spitting out a mouthful of blood, which was the blood in the heart of the ancestral witch. The blood, with a ferocious meaning, gathered in an instant, settled in mid-air, and then showed the power of swallowing a whale.

, the surrounding evil spirits were quickly gathered and poured into the blood of this group of twelve ancestral witches.

Upon seeing this, the emperors and heroes of the demon clan did not know what it meant, but they were also warned. They sensed that the blood contained great terror, and they all flew forward to prevent it from taking shape.

However, there were Di Jiang and other twelve ancestral witches guarding the area with the Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation. Although they could not protect all the witch clans with this formation, it was not difficult to guard this mass of essence and blood.

In fact, it didn't take long for the twelve ancestral witches to protect him, before the essence and blood had absorbed all the surrounding evil spirits and turned into a fluorescent light, showing the power to overwhelm the scene.

Di Jun and the other demon clan suddenly felt that something was wrong. Before they could react, they heard a "pop" sound.

The essence and blood exploded, turning into bursts of evil energy and blood rain. Suddenly, mysterious runes appeared in the twelve capital gods' evil formation. One after another, one stroke after another, it seemed that the earth was used as a canvas by divine power to carve out and paint.

It becomes a huge, mysterious and abnormal formation.

When the ancestral witches saw this, they all smiled and looked pious.

Di Jiang laughed loudly and shouted: "Hahaha, Monster Race, let you wait and see the methods of my Pangu descendants. Pangu's true body is here!"

The demon clan suddenly changed color, and then they saw that in the blood formation, a clear and turbid air suddenly released. The upper part was clear and the lower part was turbid, and it instantly melted away, revealing a naked giant man with a size of tens of thousands of feet.

As soon as the giant appeared, he roared angrily, stamped his feet, and the whole world shook.

"What, is it really Pangu?"

"Impossible. The Great God Pangu already transformed into all things when he opened the sky. How could he be resurrected?"

Far away in the Kunlun Mountains, Sanqing at this time has lost the calmness that he had been watching from the sidelines. Others may still doubt whether the big man in the formation is really Pangu, but the Sanqing Yuan Shen's induction has determined that he must be related to Pangu.

The existence of great connection, even, is really Pangu's true form.

Sensing Pangu's presence, even I couldn't maintain his calm and inactive appearance. The three of them turned pale, shocked and frightened.

At this moment, Sanqing was scared.

The prehistoric continent was created by Pangu, but if there is anyone in the prehistoric world who least wants to see Pangu resurrected, it must be Sanqing. The three of them have always regarded themselves as Pangu's authentic sect. They seem to respect their father God, but they are also the most afraid of it.

The three of them were afraid of Pangu's return and would take back the spirit of this Father God. At that time, the Three Pure Ones would no longer exist, and they would disappear into the prehistoric world.

The Wu clan's move to summon Pangu's true body made Sanqing worry like this.

When it comes to the sense of belonging to Pangu's lineage, although Sanqing is transformed by Yuanshen, it is a level higher than that of the Wu clan transformed by essence and blood, but it is far less than the respect the Wu clan has for Pangu. Di Jiang and other witches

They do not respect heaven and earth, do not respect saints, only respect Pangu, and even take pride in returning to the embrace of God the Father after death. This kind of spirit is very different from Lao Tzu and others.

While everyone was still speculating, the giant man suddenly raised his head and shouted two words: "Here comes the axe!"

His face was expressionless, as if he had no consciousness, and he was solely controlled by the twelve ancestral witches' formation of the twelve gods and gods.

As he finished speaking, he saw a stream of light coming from the sky, and a huge ax that seemed to be condensed with laws flew towards him, and was held by the giant man in his hand.

Holding a giant ax in his hand, the giant man struck out at the demon tribe without saying a word.

Before Di Jun and others could recover from the shock, they saw the shadow of axes filling the sky, coming under heavy pressure, and they quickly mobilized the power of the Zhou Tianxing Dou Formation to resist.

It's just that the originally powerful star formation seemed to be vulnerable to a blow in front of the giant man. After a single blow of the ax, the formation was broken, and millions of monsters were instantly wiped out into ashes and turned into blood evil energy. Instead, they became

In order to nourish the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Evil Formation, it is also the nourishment of this big man.

Di Jun and others were horrified and inexplicable. At this time, the demons already believed that this was really the true body of Pangu. Who else could have such great power except the great god Pangu.

But how could the witch clan bring Pangu back to life?

While he was thinking about it, Pangu's true body's offensive came again. With three axes in a row, the Zhoutian Star Dou Formation suddenly dissipated.

The demon clan suffered countless casualties, and not only did they not have any ability to fight back, they even had no room to resist one or two.

And at this moment, at the moment when the star formation was shattered, a figure flew away from the demon clan camp, quickly escaped from the battle circle, and then transformed into the true form of a roc, which was Kunpeng, the master of heaven.

In such a situation, how could Kunpeng, who had no sense of belonging to the demon clan, stay and die? He had been looking for an opportunity for a long time. As soon as the formation was broken, he turned into a rainbow and flew away without looking back.

"Kunpeng, how dare you..."

When Emperor Jun and others saw this, they were furious.

The ancestral witches laughed loudly, and Di Jiang shouted: "Emperor Jun Taiyi, come and die!"

Pangu's true body struck down with an ax again, and the target was Di Jun.

Seeing that the new emperor was about to die under the giant axe, he heard a misty voice coming from outside.

"stop!"

Immediately afterwards, a majestic aura that made people unable to help but worship came, covering all the wasteland, and Pangu's true body holding the giant ax was instantly frozen in place.

A figure appeared out of thin air, it was Taoist Hongjun, the first saint in the ancient world.

No, he has no joy or sorrow. Although he is made of flesh and blood, he has no breath of life.

Dongwanggong, who was hiding in the dark, knew that the law of heaven had come.

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