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

This is the first time Hongjun has appeared in front of all sentient beings since he preached in Zixiao Palace. Strictly speaking, he is no longer Hongjun, at least he is no longer a simple innate god and demon, the first saint, or maybe

Call him Tiandao Hongjun.

However, except for Duke Dongwang, no one is aware of this fact, and everyone only has a partial understanding of what the Taoist ancestor said about Hedao.

So, when they saw Tiandao Hongjun's dojo, they all saluted.

"Meet Dao Ancestor!"

There are two sides of the lich, two attitudes, and two moods.

The demon clan had no power to resist Pangu's true body. They thought it was a certain death situation, but they didn't expect Dao Ancestor to arrive and rescue them. The Emperor Jun and the demons who escaped from death naturally survived the disaster.

Fortunately.

With the arrival of Taozu in person, Di Jun felt relieved and felt that the demon clan had been saved. In the eyes of the Primordial Yuanshen monks, the saint was the sky, not to mention that Hongjun was the master of Xuanmen. Strictly speaking, all living beings in the prehistoric era were the gods.

A disciple of Taoism.

The Monster Clan is relieved, but the Witch Clan is full of dissatisfaction. In this battle between the Lich and the Witch Clan, the Witch Clan suffered a lot of losses. Under the Zhoutian Star Dou Formation, the losses were much heavier than the Monster Clan.

Moreover, with the formation of the Twelve Capital Gods, the method of transforming Pangu's true body was done with hard work, and it would be harmful to the Twelve Ancestral Witches. This is why Dijiang did not sacrifice this big killer weapon from the beginning.

reasons.

But when they were about to kill Di Jun and other demon clans, they were stopped by Hongjun. If he stopped there, the loss of the Wu clan would not only be the consumption of the ancestor witches, but also a group of Wu clan sons who were killed by the demon clan.

But it was in vain.

How could Di Jiang and the other twelve ancestral witches be reconciled to such a result? They glared at Hongjun and shouted: "Hongjun, what are you doing and why are you intervening in the war between the witch clans?"

Tiandao Hongjun's face was expressionless, and there was no emotion in his words.

"The time for calamity has not yet come, and under the law of heaven, the two races of lich and demon must not rashly engage in war."

Di Jiang shouted angrily: "Emperor Jun dares to steal the position of Emperor of Heaven and attempt to rule the ancient world. How does a mere ordinary creature from the ancient world have the qualifications to rule our Pangu Zhengzong? We, the witch clan, will definitely kill him in the name of our true father."

After Di Jiang finished speaking, the great witches shouted: "Witch...Witch...Witch..." Showing that they were ready to die, the witch clan united with one heart to help the Twelve Celestial Gods Formation. In an instant, Pangu's true body broke away from Hongjun.

He strode out of the shackles, holding a giant axe, ready to shake the sky and the earth.

Hongjun's face remained as usual and he said calmly: "It is God's will for the demon clan to establish the Heavenly Palace. Emperor Jun possesses the destiny of the Heavenly Emperor and is the master of the Heavenly Palace. The great trend of the ancient times cannot be changed, and you and the Witch Clan cannot violate it, so retreat quickly.

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"What a great trend, hahaha. You, the saint, decide everything with your words, but my witch clan refuses to accept it."

Di Jiang couldn't stop laughing wildly, and all the ancestral witches showed their unruly expressions.

"We, the witch clan, are of the flesh and blood of Pangu. We do not respect heaven above, nor do we worship the earth below. We only respect God the Father. The witch clan does not obey the mandate of heaven. Although you, Hongjun, are a saint of heaven, you are only a living being who lives in the world created by my father, God.

If you don't care about us, if you want our witch clan to surrender, then come and destroy this Pangu true body."

This witch clan is indeed wild and untamable. Di Jiang only said one word, and all living beings in the ancient world were shocked. Not only did they contradict the saint, but they even said treasonous words.

As soon as Di Jiang finished speaking, Pangu's true body was filled with evil energy, he raised his giant ax and struck down directly towards Hongjun.

The Dutian Formation sacrificed Pangu's true body, which already had the power of a saint, and actually directly challenged Taoist Hongjun, making everyone change their colors.

Hongjun's expression remained normal, and he raised his hand slightly. Every move he made seemed to coincide with the movement of heaven and earth. Without making many moves, the ax blade of Pangu's true body was suspended in mid-air and could no longer be cut down.

Dongwanggong was hiding in the dark, and he was not surprised at all when he saw this situation. Pangu's true body was extremely powerful. Although it should have surpassed ordinary quasi-holy warriors, it was still far behind the saints, not to mention that he was facing the way of heaven.

Hongjun.

Daozu waved his hand gently, and the giant flew backwards and fell to the ground. Then he pointed lightly. It seemed that there was no fluctuation in mana, but his real body trembled, melted in an instant, and turned into a pool of hard work again.

In this way, the formation of the Twelve Heavenly Gods was broken, and at the same time, the twelve ancestral witches spurted out a mouthful of blood, and their whole bodies became sluggish, and the witch body collapsed on the ground.

The ancestral witches have been counterattacked by the formation and are unable to move at this time. Tiandao Hongjun snaps his fingers again, because the witches do not respect the saints and want to punish them.

At this time, Di Jiang and others were unable to resist. Although the saint acted casually and did not intend to take their lives, serious injuries were inevitable.

Suddenly, a lotus platform flew down from the sky, releasing the two qi of yin and yang, using the power of law to protect the ancestral witches.

Dao Ancestor flicked out his finger, the law vibrated, and the lotus platform was filled with light, but he suffered this blow all his life.

A person flew out of the void, stepped onto the lotus platform, and stood in the void. It was Dong Wangong who had already disappeared beside him.

He lowered his head and saw that the ancestral witch was fine. Then he checked the power of the law, and found that most of it was broken by Tiandao Hongjun with a casual blow. He was shocked in his heart. Sure enough, the power of the saint cannot be touched lightly.

However, Prince Dong's expression remained unchanged and he bowed to Hongjun.

"I have seen the Taoist ancestors, the Supreme Lord of Heaven, and the Wu clan is of Pangu's bloodline. They have been kind to the ancient times and cannot be destroyed."

As he spoke, a dark yellow light flashed behind his head, and a golden wheel of sacred merit appeared.

Although he didn't know that Tiandao would take action against him, and Tiandao Hongjun only meant to slightly punish the Wu clan, as a precaution, Dong Wangong still sacrificed the golden wheel to protect himself.

He has a lot of merits and virtues. From the time he came out in form and went through the Longhan catastrophe to the present, he has planned every great situation in the wild. The rewards he has received from heaven are no less than those of Emperor Jun, and he has not refined any of them, but has retained them all.

Slowly condensed into a golden wheel of merit.

With such great merits in the wild, not even the law of heaven can easily harm him.

This time, even if he took the risk of offending Heaven, Prince Dong was willing to protect the witch clan. In his early years, he understood the true meaning of Pangu in Pangu Hall. After learning the truth about the creation of heaven, he felt Pangu's mercy, and he made a decision. Maybe even though he couldn't

To reverse the fate of the Wu clan, but still want to do something for these tragic descendants of Pangu.

"How dare this Prince Dong!"

"Why is Zhiyang Daojun so unwise? What is the connection between this witch clan and him? How can he do this without fear of Daozu's punishment?"

The people in the demon tribe were also shocked, especially Nuwa. As a destined saint, she also suffered some losses in this battle. She had some friendship with Prince Dong, but she couldn't figure out why he helped the wizard again and again.

clan.

The battlefield was silent, no one dared to say a word, the fate of the Wu clan seemed to depend on Daozu's words.

After Dong Wangong appeared, Hongjun did not take any further action. He just glanced at the former with a profound expression, and then turned to the two Lich clans, still without any emotion.

After a voice, Tiandao Hongjun made a decision with one word.

The words of heaven resounded throughout the world, causing all sentient beings to be in an uproar.

"How shameless is this Duke Dong! How can he make Daozu compromise?"