The Prehistoric Kunpeng Will Never Give Way

The eyes of the ancestors of time flashed brightly, seeming to remember the glory of the past.

Kunpeng smiled in his heart. It seems that Dao Master Time has really been wiped out. Otherwise, with Dao Master Time's ability, I'm afraid he would have returned again, so where would only these remnant thoughts get the chance to regenerate?

This time ancestor is obviously the same as the time ancestor, it is the time of the Taoist master's reluctance to gain the Tao under the opportunity.

But the difference is that the ancestor of time did not rise at all, and the ancestor of time is much better, and there is a Chaos Lingbao nearby.

Kunpeng had no doubts about the words of the ancestors of time.

The other party is the Cannian Master of Time, so there must be some mysterious inheritance, but this Cannian's aptitude is completely incomparable compared to the Dao Master of Time.

"Have you heard of the endless water, the flower of no-break, and the mother of the earth spirits?"

Kunpeng is here to consult his ancestors of time. These three things are the divine talents of Hongjun Daozu who told Kunpeng that they should be able to help Jianmu. He himself doesn't know where they are, so he can only inquire around.

The ancestor of time was meditating for a while, but in the end he shook his head. He had never heard of the three things Kun Peng said.

These things are strange things, and they are used to restore the spiritual roots of building wood, so they are relatively unpopular things.

After Kunpeng asked, he waved and said, "There is nothing more here, you can leave!".

"what?"

When the ancestor of time heard this, he was still thinking about his precious wheel of time.

"Why, what else do you have?"

Kunpeng frowned, with a hint of unpleasantness on his face.

At that time, the ancestor of the time took out his own Chaos Lingbao to "fish", and now Kunpeng blatantly left this "bait", and the other party did not dare to have any dissatisfaction.

"No no, Xianzun, goodbye!"

With a smile on his face, the ancestor of time turned around and fled.

As for a Chaos Lingbao, although the ancestor of time was bleeding, he did not dare to say a word.

The surrounding monks had long since dispersed. After all, there was Kunpeng, the Great Supreme, here, and no one dared to disobey him.

As soon as the ancestor of that time left, there was no one else here.

Kunpeng looked at this wheel of time, and he handed it to Time Cicada.

"Before you helped me destroy a lot of Miluo Supreme, this Chaos Lingbao is your hard work!"

The wheel of time is very powerful, and it matches the laws that Time Cicada has cultivated, so it can play the best role by entrusting it to him.

Time Cicada is naturally very happy. With this Chaos Spirit Treasure, his combat effectiveness can be improved a lot, and even his escape speed can be accelerated again.

"Thank you, Master for the treasure!"

Time Cicada unceremoniously put it away, the current Kunpeng is too rich, and even the Chaos Lingbao is freely rewarded, so Time Cicada is not embarrassed.

The three of them got the baby here, and immediately went on the road again, marching toward the deeper chaos.

This time, Kunpeng came to Chaos Land to find the gods to save Jianmu, so he had to wander around and explore.

After getting on the road again, Time Cicada took the initiative to request to take Kunpeng and Earth Dragon Bashan to fly.

He had a new Chaos Lingbao, naturally he wanted to give it a try, so neither Kunpeng nor Dilong Bashan refused.

At this moment, the cicada's escape speed is faster, and it is a lot easier to rush.

They shuttled in the endless chaos, and the vast universe seemed endless, making Kunpeng, the great supreme of the Dao Realm, feel insignificant in his heart.

Time doesn't make much sense to the monks. In Kun Peng and the others' non-stop flight, the all spirits of the prehistoric world are also growing rapidly.

The Primordial World was forced to stop promotion, but the creatures living in the Primordial World were not greatly affected.

Nowadays, the entire prehistoric world is full of aura, and the cultivation base of all prehistoric creatures is rapidly improving. All of them want to improve themselves as soon as possible and become the new supreme.

Since Dao Ancestor Na Hongjun left the prehistoric world, there has been no news coming back. He, like Kun Peng, was like a stone sinking into the sea.

In the Netherworld Palace, the Saint Houtu sits in the temple of Fengdu Ghost City. She is now the supreme of the Fourth Layer of Hunyuan.

In the endless years of Kunpeng's departure, the saint of Hou Tu made a breakthrough and improved his cultivation.

However, all this didn't make Houtu saint feel too much joy. She was sitting in the hall at this moment, looking up at the dazzling galaxy, not knowing who she was thinking of again.

After a long time, the Saint Houtu retracted his gaze, and a divine sword floated out beside her, and bursts of heavy earth essence slowly rippled away, surrounding the Saint Houtu.

Seeing this Chaos Spirit Treasure, a smile flashed in the eyes of the Saint Houtu, she seemed to have found herself again, that firm confidence resurfaced again, she put away her faint sadness, and retreats to practice again.

The cultivating feather warrior, who is often accompanied by the blue lantern, is indeed a bit less joyful and more lonely.

After Kunpeng left, the Saint Houtu never stepped into the heavens. Even the government affairs that the Arctic Lagerstroemia elder should do, she gave to her brother Dijiang to take care of it, so that over the countless years, many sacred people have considered the emperor. Jiang Zu Wu is the Great Arctic Lagerstroemia.

On the other side, Saint Zhunti, who had returned from the world of Miluo, returned to Elysium after preaching. After learning about his brother's experience, Saint Zhunti was also sighing for a while.

However, this did not dispel the enthusiasm of Zhun to mention the saint. After a period of pause, he once again became active on the wild land, and once again began to preach his doctrine and gather Buddhist disciples.

There is no way, what Zhunzi saints practice is the way of faith, the law of aspiration, only if there are more believers, the cultivation of Zhunzi saints will rise quickly.

Through the continuous efforts of the Saint Zhunti, the entire Buddhism faintly became the No. 1 sect in the prehistoric sect, and the expansion speed of the connected gods could not keep up with Zhunti.

And Zhunti's cultivation base also broke through again, successfully entering the second heaven realm of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

Everything in the prehistoric world is moving forward steadily. At this time, Kunpeng also spared no effort to find his own goal.

After another long journey, they finally encountered a new difference again.

Where Kunpeng and the others went, a whole new world appeared before them.

It's just that there is no life in this world, because it is already "dead"!

Withered world!

The stars in the sky have already fallen, and the sky has long since turned into clouds and disappeared. There is no life on the earth, and there are patches of withering aura everywhere.

"There is no vitality or vitality here, like a dead zone!"

Kunpeng set foot in this desolate and dark world, and the icy wind whizzed past.

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