The sea of ​​blood in the prehistoric

[69 Book Bar - www.] You Ming could tell at a glance that Mo Zhai's realm was still at the early stage of the Golden Immortal. According to his current strength, although it was not enough to make this Qilin become his disciple, he was at least more confident.

Young Master, just when he was about to put on airs to "shock" this prospective disciple, Mo Zhai's expression suddenly changed.

"Roar——" Mo Zhai suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a roar. As the voice became louder and louder, the auspicious energy overflowed, shattering many souls crowded on the edge of the light of merit. At the same time,

Mo Zhai's level also increased rapidly under the surprised gaze of Netherworld. However, he jumped two levels in a short time and only stopped when he reached the late stage of Golden Immortal.

You Ming watched all this happening in stunned silence, and couldn't help but feel filled with emotion. He had suppressed his feelings in the Dinghai Divine Pearl for ten thousand years before they exploded, but this explosion was too violent! Even if Mo Zhai wanted to become a disciple at this moment

, he didn’t have the shame to accept it.

After a long time, Mo Zhai calmed down. The two were silent for a while, but You Ming couldn't help it anymore, "What are you going to do next?" You Ming thought for a while, but still didn't think of how to say it, "If there is no place to go.

You might as well stay here! Although the environment is a little bad, it’s absolutely safe.”

"You still want to accept me as your disciple?" Hearing You Ming's words, Mo Zhai, who had always had a straight face, suddenly smiled, but the sarcasm in his smile was very obvious.

Faced with such a question, what good way could Youming have to answer it? He had no choice but to do his best and listen to destiny and said: "Pindao had no intention of accepting disciples in the first place. These were the arrangements of Patriarch Mo Tian. The young Patriarch was also present at the time.

I also understand Pindao’s situation at that time. Ten thousand years have passed now, but the young patriarch is still safe and sound. Pindao’s vow has been fulfilled. As for whether he is willing to worship Pindao as his teacher, it all depends on the young patriarch’s wishes.”

Hearing You Ming's words, the corner of Mo Zhai's mouth twitched. He knew in his heart that this was indeed what his father meant. He had no way to refute it, but compared with going against his father's wishes, he was more unwilling to worship someone who was better than himself in cultivation.

A low-ranking person is a teacher, not to mention that in his heart, the purpose of his father asking him to become a teacher was just to let him escape the great catastrophe. Now that the great catastrophe has passed, there is no need to become a teacher at all.

"You must also understand my father's true purpose. What you need has been obtained. From now on, the cause and effect between the Qilin clan and you is over. Farewell!" After saying this, Mo Zhai turned around and left without waiting for You Ming's answer.

Under the protection of the Qi, he was not afraid of the filth of the blood sea water.

Youming actually wanted Mo Zhai to leave quickly in his heart, but he couldn't say it out loud. Now that Mo Zhai took the initiative to speak, he naturally couldn't ask for it, so when he saw Mo Zhai leaving in a hurry, he didn't say anything more, but at this moment, in his heart

Suddenly a strange thought arose: sooner or later, I would accept this disciple.

After Mo Zhai left, Youming once again took out the stone seal of an unknown level of spiritual treasure. After observing it carefully for a while, he still didn't see anything special, but he always felt that the stone seal had something to do with him.

Qingdao didn't know the connection, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

Unable to find a breakthrough for refining the spiritual treasure, Youming couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in his heart. The environment of this sea of ​​blood was really annoying, even under the light of merit. He was secretly depressed for a while.

After a while, Netherworld got up and left the sea of ​​​​blood, heading towards the ancient continent again.

This time when he entered the prehistoric underworld, he did not rush to a certain place like before. The great powers were born but they were cultivating in secret. Hongjun had not yet become a saint, and the lich was waiting to emerge. Now was the time for the handover of the two periods, and he did not

What was there to do? When he was bored, he suddenly thought of the golden immortal evil tiger who sent out an innate spiritual root just because of fate. It is estimated that such a strange thing rarely happened in the ancient world.

As I thought about the memory of Saint Zhunti in my previous life, I came to my mind. The sentence "I have a destiny and everything in the world can be taken from me". That kind of bandit logic is really deeply rooted in people's hearts. Thinking of this, an idea suddenly came out of Netherworld's heart.

You Ming's body moved and he suddenly turned into a novice monk. He looked at it and felt dissatisfied. Then he changed into a common Buddha image in later temples, but he was still not satisfied, so he changed again.

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After changing his image for more than a dozen times, You Ming finally decided on the look he wanted, laughed loudly, and officially began his journey to the ancient world.

At this time, it had been nearly ten thousand years since the birth of the Wu Clan. The Twelve Ancestral Witches had long led a group of great witches to leave Buzhou Mountain and gathered great witches and shamans who were born in various places in the wilderness to live together in clans. Every one of the Wu Clan

The body is strong and powerful. Even ordinary witches have the power to split tigers and leopards. They can run in the mountains and forests as if they were walking on flat ground. Moreover, each witch has the ability to use laws that match their own attributes. However,

This kind of ability is linked to strength. Basically, if you don't reach the level of a great witch, you won't be able to effectively use the power of the law.

After the Dragon and Phoenix Tribulation, the three water beast and feather tribes naturally disbanded, and the surviving members of the three tribes infiltrated into the mountains. The powerful ones called themselves demon kings, and summoned some little demons to occupy various spiritual mountain blessed lands.

You can practice on your own territory and feel at ease.

But these demon kings did not remain free for long. As the witch clan grew, the two mortal enemies inevitably came into contact.

All kinds of birds, beasts, plants and flowers can be called demons as long as they produce spiritual intelligence. Therefore, almost all the large and small mountains in the prehistoric mountains are occupied by demon kings. It's just that the places occupied by different levels of strength are good or bad. Such a wide range of distribution

Naturally, there will be neighbors with the Witch Clan.

Food is indispensable for the Witch people to live, but they cannot go back to plant anything, so all kinds of birds and animals all over the mountains and plains become their food. Even the demon kings who dominate the mountains have become the prey of the Witch people.

Chinese food.

Although there are many powerful demon kings that witches cannot deal with at all, "inviting parents" is not a patent of the human race. When a wave of witches is frustrated somewhere and causes certain casualties, a big witch will soon appear.

Come to wipe out all the forces there. What's more, those great witches didn't need to eat at first, but after tasting the meat of a high-level monster once, they also developed the habit of eating. It's not a need, just to fill their stomachs.

Just desire.

Later, even the ancestral witches would have dinner gatherings every once in a while. In this way, the stronger demon king would be unlucky. The stronger the strength, the more delicious the meat. Those picky ancestral witches would start eating all the nearby demon kings.

Spreading the feeding range farther away not only satisfies their own needs but also reduces the casualties of the shamans below. Why not do it?

On a hill with high mountains and lush forests, several shamans ran out in embarrassment and quickly ran into the distance. After a while, a bald young man wearing a red cassock came from a distance and walked straight towards the mountain.

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In a cave on the mountain, a group of little demons surrounded a demon king and were celebrating happily. However, the demon king did not look happy. He waved his hands repeatedly to calm down the little demons below. After that, the demon king said sadly: "Order."

Go down, let the kids pack up their belongings, and let’s get out of here as soon as possible.”

Hearing the words of the Demon King, the little demons below all started to move away. A little demon stepped forward and said: "The king has repelled those hateful witch tribes several times in a row. They must not dare to come again to die. Besides, even the witch tribes still dare to come.

, even if the king is taking care of it, they won’t be able to get better, so why should we move?”

"Yes! Yes! No one in the witch clan within a hundred miles can stop the king's treasure. Why do we need to leave our cave!"

"Besides, almost all of these mountains are already occupied by people. Rather than relying on others, it would be better to live happily at home."

"Report——" Just as many little demons were talking in confusion, suddenly a little demon hurried in from outside the cave and said loudly: "Report to the king, there is a bald man named Tang Daguan at the foot of the mountain asking to see what he wants to transform into.

edge."