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

"From today on, demons control the sky and witches control the earth. Within a Yuanhui, no more weapons are allowed. Violators will be punished!"

Tiandao Hongjun followed his words and exerted strong pressure on the two tribes of lich and witches. Both Di Jun and the twelfth ancestral witch felt like they were being shackled, and their hearts trembled. Even if they were as unruly as the witch clan, at this time

I can't even feel the slightest bit of disobedience.

After the Taoist decree came down, he didn't stay any longer. He just took a deep look at Dong Wanggong and then disappeared.

At this time, both the lich and the witches were unable to fight anymore. What's more, Daozu had given the order and they did not dare to disobey it, so they had to quietly pick up the remaining troops.

Emperor Jun and others led the demons back to the heaven. When they left, they looked at Duke Dongwang with complicated eyes, especially Nuwa, who seemed to have something to ask. She hesitated for a moment, but did not come forward.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches fought with the Saint and were backlashed by the formation. The injuries they suffered were indeed serious. Duke Dong waved his hand and shot out a few water arrows, which turned out to be the Three Light Divine Water.

Since he took action to save the Witch Clan, he had to be a good person and do it to the end. As the holy healing water of the ancient times, the Three Light Divine Water was of course effective for the Witch Clan.

Sure enough, after each of the twelve ancestral witches used the divine water, they gradually recovered a little. Di Jiang and his younger brothers and sisters came forward and bowed.

"If it hadn't been for Dao Lord this time, we would have been in danger of annihilation. The Wu clan would like to thank Dao Lord for rescuing us many times."

Prince Dong has come to the rescue many times, and this time he was even more grateful to Saint Hongjun, Di Jun, and others. The Twelve Ancestral Witches all gave this gift willingly without any reluctance.

"There is no need to be polite. You can go back later. Take a good rest and recuperate. You must remember the Taoist ancestor's decree. You must not start another war within a Yuanhui."

The reason why Heaven spared the Wu Clan this time was because the Wu Clan's life should not be cut off. They still had a mission to complete. Naturally, Duke Dong Wang would not think that it was his fault. However, it was not convenient to explain this matter clearly, so he did not say much.

Di Jiang had a look of unwillingness on his face, but after struggling for a moment, he still sighed. The situation was stronger than the others. He knew that the Witch Clan was still unable to fight the Saint, so he nodded.

"Di Jiang has taken note of it. Please rest assured, Mr. Dao, I'll take my leave soon!"

After watching Di Jiang and other ancestral witches lead the witch clan to leave, Duke Dong Wang looked at the top of Buzhou Mountain that had been damaged by the battle, and secretly sighed. The evil energy surging around him destroyed the charm of this sacred mountain.

He was about to leave, but suddenly something happened in his heart, so he sat cross-legged on the 18th-grade Yin-Yang Dao Lotus, and a spear flew out of his soul, which was the God-killing Spear that he had previously obtained from Hongjun.

The strange treasure appeared and sensed the evil aura in the sky. It felt like it was spiritual and gave out a burst of joy. As soon as Dongwanggong's consciousness was loosened, the God-killing Spear shot out and shuttled through the mountains and forests of Buzhou. The evil aura was blown away.

its absorption.

It took a full thousand years for the top of Buzhou Mountain to slowly regain its clarity before Duke Dong was satisfied and put away the God-killing Spear.

This trip was complete, so he stopped staying and turned around again, intending to go to the East China Sea. But halfway through, he stopped again. After a long time, he looked up at the sky with a strange look on his face, and hesitated for a moment.

, the whole person disappeared in place.

A hundred years later, Prince Dong appeared in the chaos and stood at the entrance of Zixiao Palace.

It was Hongjun who sent a message earlier, inviting him to come. At this time, two Taoist boys were waiting at the door, namely Haotian and Yaochi, the masters of heaven after the demon clan in later generations.

"I've met Zhiyang Daojun!"

The two boys were very respectful, either because the Taoist ancestor had given him instructions or because they knew his reputation.

Dongwang Gong glanced at the two of them with great interest. At this time, the emperors and queens of the Heavenly Court were still in the middle stage of Daluo Jinxian. Although they were not low in the prehistoric continent, in the eyes of quasi-sage powers like Dongwang Gong,

But it's nothing.

"You two boys don't need to be polite. Can Daozu be here?"

"Informing the Taoist Lord, the Taoist Patriarch is already in the palace. I have given instructions before. If the Taoist Lord comes, you can enter on your own."

Prince Dong nodded, without hesitation, and stepped directly into the palace. Except for the three sermons, this was the first time he entered the Zixiao Palace alone. He was still sitting on the cloud bed. Hongjun was smiling all over his face.

, it is no longer what it was like before.

In this way, he knew that the person in front of him was the real Taoist himself.

"Junior Prince Dong, I have met Daozu."

Duke Dongwang bowed to Hongjun.

"You and I are old acquaintances. Back then on Mount Xumi, I was a poor man who didn't need to be polite thanks to the help of my little friend."

I don’t know why Hongjun suddenly mentioned the past again, but Prince Dong didn’t feel like saying anything, so he just clasped his fists again.

"Congratulations, little friend, the law has been accomplished, and you have reached the late stage of Hunyuan Golden Immortal. Chaos Yin and Yang are the higher laws. The future is promising. Enlightenment of Hunyuan is no longer a fantasy."

"Taozu has given me a reward."

Just when Prince Dong was guessing what Hongjun meant, the latter said, "My little friend, I invited you here because I actually have something to ask for."

Prince Dong looked calm and knew that he was about to talk about something serious, so he solemnly said: "Taozu, please speak."

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Thousands of years have passed since the Lich War. Both sides have cultivated themselves and slowly recovered.

Inside the Tiantingwa Imperial Palace.

"Sister, are you saying that you have a sense of divine opportunity and want to travel?"

Fuxi's face was filled with joy. He knew that his sister had been comprehending the Hongmeng Purple Qi for many years, and this time she finally gained something.

"Exactly, today I suddenly felt that my vitality seemed to be in the east, the land of the East China Sea."

"East China Sea?" Fuxi was startled, "Is it Fangzhang Island? Zhiyang Taoist Friend's Place?"

No wonder Fuxi would have such a guess. At this time, Duke Dongwang was already recognized as the first person among the saints. Thousands of years ago, he dared to speak out in front of the Taoist ancestors to protect the Wu clan. People in the prehistoric era found it mysterious. This time he talked about the East China Sea.

, and couldn’t help but think of him.

"I don't know, I just have some vague feelings. However, if I don't gain anything, I will go to Abbot Island and seek advice from fellow Taoist Zhiyang."

Although the Yao clan seems to be at odds with Dongwang Gong, Nuwa has always been on good terms with Dongwang Gong, and it is natural for her to visit friends.

"Okay, do you need me to accompany you on this trip?"

Fuxi was still a little worried about his sister.

Nuwa shook her head: "It's just not necessary."

After the explanation, Nuwa did not explain to Di Jun and others, and soon went down to the heaven alone, heading from Buzhou Mountain to the East China Sea.

She was traveling this time to find the opportunity to become a saint, so she did not rush on the road with all her strength. Instead, she held up the map of mountains and rivers, stopped and walked along the way. When she reached a place where she felt something, she stopped to reflect.

It took thousands of years for her to reach the shore of the East China Sea. Although her soul was constantly sensing her along the way, the purple energy was still dormant, as if the divine machine was ethereal, as if it were right in front of her eyes, yet it did not touch her at all.

Less than.

At this time, she had already decided to go to Abbot Island.

Just as she was about to set up the Lingbao and fly into the East China Sea, she saw a figure appearing on the sea level. She didn't see it until she got closer. It turned out to be the person she wanted to visit, the Lord of the Abbot Island and the Lord of Zhiyang Dao, Prince Dong.

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