The reborn me and Hongjun fight for the prehistoric

However, Di Jiang looked at the three islands of Penglai, Yingzhou and Fangzhang in front of him and felt that he finally had a home. However, he suddenly thought that he had left the place where he had transformed for who knows how many years.

Moreover, the most important thing is that I also miss the other eleven blood groups.

Di Jiang's true nature is to do what he says. After arranging all the trivial matters, Di Jiang embarked on his way back home.

But he said that Di Jiang gathered his magic power and flew towards the valley where he transformed.

As he got closer and closer to the valley where he transformed, Dijiang felt that his longing became more and more obvious, and finally he increased to the highest speed he could exert.

Unknowingly, three years had passed, and he had been in the prehistoric world for countless years. Even the shortest retreat lasted a thousand years. Di Jiang suddenly felt that three years was so long.

"Sure enough, it hasn't changed at all. It's exactly the same as when I left." Di Jiang looked at the familiar valley in front of him, feeling indescribable excitement in his heart.

"I'm back, my Di Jiang is back again." Di Jiang looked up at the sky and shouted loudly.

With a flash of movement, Di Jiang entered the valley. Looking at the small valley that was flattened when he was overcoming the tribulation, Di Jiang remembered how he looked at that time, how embarrassed he was.

At this time, in the original small valley, there were mysterious caves shrouded in formations. Eleven drops of blood exuding endless pressure were continuously absorbing the spiritual energy gathered from the outside world by the formations.

Di Jiang walked slowly into the valley. Looking at the large formation he had set up back then, he couldn't help but feel that it was very poor based on his current cultivation and formation attainments.

"I think back then, I was only at the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm. After passing through the tribulation, I was only at the Taiyi Daoguo realm. Now, I am already at the Daluo Daoguo realm. Oh, it really is.

Cultivation has no time." Di Jiang thought about himself at that time and sighed deeply.

"Hey, that's good. It seems that you haven't been lazy in all these years since I left. You have all reached the realm of Taiyi Daoguo. I believe you only need to understand your own laws to advance to Daluo.

." Di Jiang used his spiritual consciousness to check their cultivation levels one by one and found that they had all reached the peak state of Taiyi Daoguo.

The regular runes flashed on the eleven drops of blood. Dijiang just observed it, closing his eyes from time to time to understand, and opening his eyes from time to time to observe.

I don't know since when, Di Jiang's body has been flashing regular runes.

In this way, Di Jiang has been in meditation for thousands of years. "Bang." Di Jiang suddenly turned into his own prototype. A huge drop of blood essence exuded endless pressure. The blood automatically entered the formation, and the remaining eleven drops

The blood rotated rapidly, and Di Jiang also joined in. The twelve drops of blood were arranged in a strange position. It looked awkward, but felt that it should be like this, so awkward, yet so harmonious.

On the blood transformed by Dijiang, countless lines of rules were intertwined and intertwined, of which three were the most obvious, namely the law of space, the law of thunder and the law of creation.

At this time, a palace suddenly appeared above the formation. The palace was extremely dark and as thick as ink. It absorbed Di Jiang and the others in an instant, and then disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

And the moment the palace appeared, everyone in the world was shocked. Everyone, including Zulong and the others, felt a terrifying aura. Everyone felt like they were like ants under this aura, waving their hands.

will be killed.

Fortunately, it disappeared without a trace in an instant, but this momentum was still like a sharp sword hanging over the heads of himself and others.

"Check, check quickly, where does this momentum come from? If you can't find out, there is no need for you to exist." After a moment, Zulong gradually came to his senses and faced the few people standing below.

Daluo Jinxian and many monks from the Taiyi realm said.

In an instant, Zulong was the only one left in Nuoda's Crystal Palace, sitting on the dragon chair made of copper from Youshou Mountain.

At the same time, the Qilin Clan's Qilin Hall, the White Tiger Clan's White Tiger Hall, and the Phoenix Clan's Phoenix Nest were also performing the same scene as the Dragon Clan. As for the Black Turtle Clan, they did not realize how big of an event this was.

Suddenly, the Great Continent was bustling with activity. Countless monks from the four tribes would fly to various parts of the Great Wasteland every moment, looking for where the momentum came from.

Not to mention how lively the vast land was, looking at Di Jiang, he had never woken up since he entered samadhi. Even if he was sucked into the hall, Di Jiang didn't know about it.

After an unknown number of years, the twelve drops of blood stopped rotating, and Di Jiang slowly regained his consciousness. At this time, there was a loud sound in his ears, no, it should be said that it was from the sea of ​​consciousness. The sound was very stiff,

But Di Jiang still heard clearly.

"Are you the eldest brother?" Those voices saw that Di Jiang didn't respond, so they asked again.

"Who, who is it? Pretending to be a ghost?" When Di Jiang heard this voice, his soul immediately roared in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Are you the eldest brother?" The voice still said one sentence, but Di Jiang seemed to hear several different voices.

"Is he, the eldest brother? He's so fierce." A young voice came out. "Yes, yes, that's right. Sister Gonggong, eldest brother, he's good, good, so fierce." At this time, another voice came out.

It was also spread.

"Zhu Rong, you are brother, you want to call me sister, and you are stuttering again. Haha." The childish voice said with a smile.

Although their conversation was very stiff, Di Jiang still got the general idea and thought to himself: "Gonggong, Zhu Rong, these must be the other eleven ancestral witches that are widely rumored in later generations."

"Are you the eldest brother?" the voice asked again. The words were obviously much clearer and fluent than the last two times.

"Yes, I am your eldest brother, I am Di Jiang, what is your name?" Di Jiang replied softly, like a strange man who is abducting a little lolita.

"My name is Zhu Jiuyin." The voice came again.

Just as Di Jiang was about to answer, he heard many voices coming from his mind, "My name is Gonggong (Zhu Rong) (Tian Wu) (She Bi Shi) (Xuan Ming) (Hou Tu) (Qiang Liang) (Ju Mang)

(蓐 harvest)(龠子).

"Okay, brother, I'm going out soon. You guys have to be good here and practice well, you know? I'm going to check your cultivation when I come back next time." Di Jiang said pretending to be stern, because

The first roar made the other eleven ancestral witches look a little scared for a moment.

The blood transformed by Dijiang broke away from the trajectory and turned into a human figure, which is exactly what Dijiang looked like after he transformed. However, at this time, Dijiang looked even more ethereal.

"I didn't expect that it took such a long time to realize the Tao this time, but the harvest is worth it. I have understood 90% of the three laws, and I only need the last level to become a saint." Di Jiang checked his own cultivation and thought.

, he calculated the time he had spent in seclusion and found that ten thousand years had passed.

"Listening to the voices, the younger brothers and sisters must have just enlightened their spiritual wisdom, and they are probably not far away from being transformed. In this way, the first calamity of Longhan is about to begin. I have to arrange it quickly.

, otherwise it will be too late for the Lich Catastrophe." Di Jiang thought about it and prepared to head towards the ancient land.

"Where is this? Shouldn't I be in the valley?" Di Jiang looked at the hall in front of him and thought in his heart.

Di Jiang walked carefully step by step, and the hall was quiet without a sound.

"Plop." "Plop." came a voice, very rhythmic, like the sound of a heartbeat.

Dijiang followed the source of the sound and slowly walked towards the place where the sound came from.