The Prehistoric Kunpeng Will Never Give Way

As the Lord of the Three Realms, Kunpeng immediately absorbed the endless rain of blood as soon as he took out his purple gold and black gourd.

The other monks and Kunpeng are simply incomparable, and the benefits they get are hardly one ten thousandth of Kunpeng's.

"These rains of blood contain the power of perfect laws, and there are also violent life essences. Compared with the blood of Miluo Tianzun, that Miluo Tianzun is simply an ant on the wild land. This is the true spirit of God. Blood!"

Kunpeng's face is full of ecstasy. With this blood essence that is almost fortune, he can even directly complete the breakthrough by swallowing the rain of blood.

There are various divine abilities in these blood rains, but on the surface, there is no clue at all. Everything seems low-key and simple, returning to the basics.

As for where the blood rain came from, and what conspiracies and calculations were in it, Kun Peng had no thoughts at all now.

Kunpeng has the law of devouring. After he swallows these blood rains, he can quickly improve his strength. Even if there is some conspiracy in it, he can't always destroy his cultivation base, right?

As long as one's own strength improves, all other calculations will be useless.

"Boom!"

Another violent vibration resounded between the sky and the earth, and this time even more violent power fluctuations swept across the ten directions.

The divine palace in the heavenly court was turbulent, almost showing signs of collapse.

On the wild land, the major rivers have changed their routes, and the turbid waves in the four seas are soaring. Except for some peerless mountains such as Kunlun Mountain, Buzhou Mountain, and Wanshou Mountain, countless mountains in other places have signs of landslides.

The flood is wanton, the mountain is rolling!

The weak creatures have no resistance at all in the face of such horrible difficulties, and there is nowhere to escape in the entire world.

Kunpeng's heart jumped wildly, and he also realized the seriousness of the matter.

But in the face of this general trend of the world, in the face of the ultimate power that destroys everything, he Kunpeng has nothing to do.

What Kunpeng can do now is to improve his own strength as soon as possible to avoid even worse situations.

"If the prehistoric world is destroyed, then everything will turn into a mirrored flower!"

Kunpeng forced himself to continue to absorb the essence of the blood rain, and he soon became immersed in the comprehension of the law again.

In the face of this catastrophe, countless monks were also greatly blessed.

One by one monks broke through in the chaos. They absorbed the rain of blood to improve themselves, the brilliance of the sky was dazzling, and the divine light rushed straight from the wild land to the heavenly man!

The world is being destroyed, but these monks are bursting out the most brilliant light in their lives!

"Boom!"

Amidst those destructions and blooms, a violent divine light shook the Nine Heavens, and even those heavy lead clouds could not conceal his peerless edge.

I saw in Shouyang Mountain, a golden pillar of divine light stood on top of the sky, and on the top of that mountain, a divine ape roared in all directions.

He, with a large cloak of golden helmet and silver armor, golden pheasant Linger on his head, his eyes are brilliant!

This sacred ape guards one side and protects the human temple. He is really a big disciple of Emperor Kunpeng, a six-eared macaque.

Now that the six-eared macaque has swallowed a lot of blood rain, he actually got good luck, and once he broke through, he proved that Hunyuan Daluojinxian!

Once proving the Dao, with good thoughts, the six-eared macaque was full of spirit and in a good mood.

However, in the face of this great change, the power of a saint also appears very weak.

The six-eared macaques can only do their utmost to protect the human race, but it is a pity that the human monks are too weak to be comprehensive.

"Hey-hey!"

The gold and silver apes jumped for nine days, and a curtain of light fell, protecting and holding the entire Shouyang mountain boundary.

There are scenes of destruction in the wild world, and the world of Miluo is also facing this extinction-like disaster.

After a period of time, the rain of blood in the wild world began to gradually stop at this time.

This good fortune is about to end soon.

"Boom!"

More and more violent vibrations came, and the whole world seemed to be undergoing disintegration.

The prehistoric world, the Miluo world, the two worlds collide with each other, they are like two ferocious beasts, fighting each other without giving way to each other.

"Boom!"

A sound like a heavenly drum was transmitted for nine days, and the entire sky was covered with blood red, as if the sky was originally bloody.

Heavenly Emperor Kunpeng returned for thirty-three days. At this time, there was no blood rain in the prehistoric world, and all the Supremes gathered here.

"Master!"

The six-eared macaque came, and he also realized that the disaster is coming. It is important to protect the human race, but if the prehistoric world collapses, the human race cannot live alone.

When Emperor Kunpeng saw the gods coming, he certainly noticed his great apprentice.

The breakthrough of the six-eared macaque made Kunpeng very gratified, but now is not the time to reminisce, Kunpeng just nodded to Liu Er and gave him a look of approval.

The six-eared macaque grinned and looked happier.

Emperor Kunpeng held the withered hammer in his hand, and said to the gods with a serious face:

"Friends of Taoism, nowadays the world of the wild has undergone drastic changes, and it may even collapse at any time. As the emperor of heaven, I shall lead everyone to overcome difficulties together!".

A powerful aura unfolded in Kunpeng's body, and the strength of his Eighth Layer of Hun Yuan surrounded all the monks like a vast ocean.

The fire fell from the sky outside, and the sky was covered by smoke and dust. This sign of destruction formed an extremely sharp contrast with Kun Peng's awe-inspiring aura.

Heavenly Emperor Kunpeng guarded one party, and in this crumbling prehistoric world, it was like a lone lamp in the endless darkness.

That fragile light brings faint hope to the people in the abyss!

"Your Majesty, I will swear to live and die with the prehistoric!"

Grand Marshal Ji Meng roared, and he also had supernatural powers, echoing the Emperor Kunpeng.

"I will swear to live and die with the prehistoric!"

"I will swear to live and die with the prehistoric!"

For a time, there were loud noises in the heavenly court, but the tumultuous voices gave everyone a different kind of hope.

"when!"

A bell rang for nine days, and in those thirty-three days, a long-lost figure descended!

In the Zixiao Palace, the once-familiar preaching bell rang, evoking many long-lost memories in the heart of the supreme.

In the prison, several saints raised their heads, and their eyes were also full of hope.

That is Hongjun Daozu!

At this most desperate moment, he unexpectedly appeared in the prehistoric world!

Hongjun Taoist ancestor, never gave up the prehistoric creatures.

At this moment, Daozu Hongjun is covered in sackcloth with holy blood, his face is pale and miserable, but his eyes are as bright as stars!

Those piercing eyes scanned the crowd, and finally looked at Kun Peng in shock.

"It's Dao Ancestor who has returned!"

Everyone had seen the embarrassed figure long ago, but there was hope once again in everyone's hearts.

I don't know who was the first to shout in excitement, followed by the cheers of the mountains and the tsunami!

"Welcome Daozu!"

"Welcome Daozu!"

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