The Strongest Mythical Emperor

An hour passed quickly.

The army continued to march into the interior of the Western Region. The soldiers of the legion led by Qin Jun were generally above the Void Realm. It only took one day to kill from the Southern Region, and it would certainly not take too long to get from the border of the Western Region to Leiyin Temple. However, there would definitely be wars along the way, which would delay the journey.

At the same time, Leiyin Temple.

Under Leiyin Temple, this towering peak was named Lingshan by Tathagata. The foot of the mountain was full of Buddhist disciples. They sat cross-legged on the ground and scattered in a circle. At a glance, there were at least hundreds of thousands of people chanting in unison, which was extremely spectacular.

And a golden Buddha was suspended above Leiyin Temple. It was Tathagata. His figure was larger than the entire Leiyin Temple, and his chanting was the loudest.

The atmosphere was grim, and there was a sense of tension before the war.

Tathagata closed his eyes, his face was solemn, and people were in awe.

Boom!

At this moment, the ground in front of Leiyin Temple suddenly broke open, and a man in black came out of the ground carrying Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong, covered in blood, fell to the ground and gasped, without even the strength to stand up.

Hundreds of thousands of disciples did not hear Tathagata continue to chant, and could not help but look up at Lingshan. Tathagata opened his eyes and frowned. He whispered: "He is so badly injured, could it be Houyi who did it?"

"No, it was Xiang Yu." The man in black said. Under the black hat was a middle-aged man with a scar. His face was very ordinary, and he would never be found in the crowd.

Tathagata frowned even more when he heard it. He did not expect Xiang Yu to be so strong.

The last time they fought, he knew Xiang Yu's strength, and he should not be able to beat Sun Wukong at this moment.

What he did not know was that Xiang Yu was entangled in the merits of his previous life, and he was slowly getting stronger every second.

"When will Palace Master Xu arrive?" Tathagata asked the man in black.

"The Palace Master is on the way, and it is estimated that it will take at most half a day." The man in black whispered.

Tathagata nodded gently. He was respectfully addressed as the master of the palace, so the other party was likely to belong to the Six Palaces.

Then, Tathagata waved his hand, and golden light fell on Sun Wukong's body, and bits of starlight penetrated into Sun Wukong's pores.

The man in black frowned at this scene. Even with his cultivation in the realm of Daluo to the immortal realm, he could not see through the mystery of Tathagata's method.

"Wake up, Wukong, you can fight again." Tathagata said in a light voice, with a compassionate tone, as if awakening a newborn.

As soon as the voice fell, Sun Wukong's body began to tremble, and soon his eyes under the iron mask suddenly opened, two blood lights burst out, piercing through the sky, he glared with his legs, backflipped and landed, smashing the ground to collapse.

"Kill..."

Sun Wukong roared in a low voice, like a cold wind blowing into the hearts of hundreds of thousands of Buddhist disciples, giving them goose bumps.

No one dared to whisper, but just looked up at Sun Wukong on Lingshan Mountain with awe, ridicule, jokes, and sympathy.

His skin was stained with blood, and even his iron mask was stained with blood. At this moment, Sun Wukong exuded a violent and desolate temperament.

It seemed that he could fight again after all eternity.

"What a great Monkey King." The man in black murmured to himself.

He sighed in his heart that Tathagata had caught a good seedling.

Sun Wukong turned to face Leiyin Temple, half-knelt down, and remained silent, like a puppet.

Tathagata did not speak again. The man in black came to sit cross-legged under an old tree and began to practice, waiting for the arrival of the Qin Heavenly Court.

...

In a blink of an eye, half a day passed in a hurry.

The mighty army of the Qin Heavenly Court swept all the way, and the kingdoms trembled and the dynasties surrendered wherever they passed, without any effort.

"I am Xingtian, and I have come to pay homage to Your Majesty!"

The Qin Jun, who was practicing, was suddenly awakened by a wild and domineering voice. He was immediately overjoyed and hurriedly got up and walked out of the sedan chair.

Xingtian is finally here!

At the same time, Houyi and Kuafu were trembling with excitement. According to the prehistoric mythology system, Xingtian was considered a second-generation great witch, born later than Houyi and Kuafu, but the three knew each other. In this strange world, how could they not be excited to meet the third son of the witch clan?

Yang Jian, Jiu Tou Chong, Tang Sanzang, Nezha, Li Jing, Li Yuanba, Xiang Yu, etc., the gods and demons with memories of their previous lives all changed their faces.

Xingtian!

The last great witch of the witch clan, and also the most powerful witch, surpassing his predecessors, an unparalleled existence in the ages!

It is said that Chiyou was also a great witch, and it is difficult to tell whether it is true or false, but Chiyou's strength is definitely not inferior to Xingtian. He and Xingtian fought against Huangdi together and died tragically in the end. If he won, perhaps the descendants would not be the descendants of the Chinese, but the descendants of Chiyou.

For the gods and demons of the Conferred God War and the Journey to the West, Xingtian is definitely a legend.

A god-like man, his influence even surpassed Houyi and Kuafu!

Houyi and Kuafu both died in the witch-lich catastrophe. Only Xingtian, even though he was beheaded, still waved his halberd to fight. His fighting spirit influenced countless lives in later generations.

Following their gaze, they saw a burly man in animal skin blocking the front of the army. He was two feet tall, holding a shield in his left hand and an axe in his right hand. His black hair was shaking like a flame. He lay in the void, giving people a sense of oppression that they could not enter without permission.

He slowly raised his head, revealing a handsome and square face, thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, and he was angry without being powerful. His bronze skin made his muscles look like steel.

Houyi and Kuafu flew out first.

"Xingtian, do you still remember us?" Houyi asked in a trembling voice, and Kuafu was also very excited. The three burly men stood together, causing the soldiers to talk about it.

According to orthodox mythology, Xingtian, Houyi, and Kuafu had no relationship at all.

However, with the popularity of the prehistoric system in later generations, Hou Yi and Kua Fu were the first generation of great witches, that is, the first batch of great witches formed from the essence and blood of the twelve ancestral witches, while Xing Tian was the second generation of great witches and belonged to the second batch.

Later TV dramas were adapted, saying that Hou Yi was the son of the ancient war god Xing Tian, ​​which is pure nonsense.

Most of the gods and demons summoned by the system are aligned with the prehistoric system. After each god and demon has experienced the peak of gods and demons, they will regard the experiences in each version of the myth as reincarnation memories.

Xing Tian has the memory of being a great witch, the memory of killing the Emperor of Heaven, and the memory of the decisive battle with the Yellow Emperor, just like three reincarnations.

So facing Hou Yi and Kua Fu, he raised the corners of his mouth and said softly: "Brothers, long time no see!"

The second generation of great witches does not mean that Xing Tian is the junior of Hou Yi and Kua Fu.

Great witches are all formed from the essence and blood of ancestral witches, and the same is true for second-generation great witches.

Even if a great witch imitates the ancestral witches and condenses their offspring with essence and blood, it will be difficult to produce witch warriors with the talent of a great witch. Just like the twelve ancestral witches are transformed from the essence and blood of Pangu, but compared with Pangu, the twelve ancestral witches are not as good as Pangu.

Of course, the Witch Clan will also reproduce, and the bloodline of the resulting Witch Clan warriors will only become thinner and thinner.

"Why did you show up?" Kuafu asked, suppressing his excitement.

Xing Tian shrugged and smiled, looked at Qin Jun who was flying behind them, raised his hands and said with a smile: "I am Xing Tian. I heard that His Majesty is campaigning in the Western Regions, so I came here to offer my support!"

Unlike Hou Yi and Kua Fu who took the relationship between the Wu clan so seriously, Xing Tian, ​​who had the memory of Emperor Zhantian, was more domineering and arrogant. His memories of several reincarnations made him not have a deep affection for his two brothers. .

Third update! It’s about the prehistoric times again. Don’t skip some encyclopedias. Don’t judge the prehistoric novels you read. Each prehistoric novel has its own differences and the author’s understanding. Just read it and enjoy it~~~ It will break out at noon tomorrow!