There Are Really No Pythons In My Reservoir

After listening to the sound of the system.

Wang Mang was also a little helpless in his heart.

He didn't know whether the decision was good or bad.

If the devil ancestor Luo Hu is at that time, he really can't do what the ancestor Hongjun said.

The big deal is that he won't come to the prehistoric world and stay in the Saint Emperor Continent with peace of mind.

At that time, even if the ancestor Hongjun wanted to kill him, there was no chance.

Unless, Hongjun's old cross-border ancestor chased him to the Saint Emperor Continent.

The problem is that Saint Emperor Continent is not so easy to bully.

Even if it was Hongjun, Wang Mang didn't think that the other party could approach the Saint Emperor Continent.

Because of the Saint Emperor Continent, even Te Mo Tianjiao has reached the god emperor.

Moreover, roughly estimated that there are hundreds of god emperors!

Although, compared to the glorious period of the prehistoric world, it is less than one percent.

But the problem is that the glory of the prehistoric world is over.

After the birth of Pangu, he opened up the world and created a prehistoric world, directly hacking to death three thousand Chaos Demon Gods.

The strongest now is Hongjun.

Naturally it is impossible to suppress the Saint Emperor Continent.

At this time, Wang Mang raised his head to look at the devil ancestor Luo Hu, and nodded helplessly: "Junior promised you."

After hearing Wang Mang's answer, Mozu Luohu nodded in satisfaction, patted Wang Mang's shoulder and said:

"Don't worry, my demon ancestor Luo Hui thinks he is not a good person, but he is definitely not an ungrateful person."

Wang Mang nodded and agreed:

"I believe Luo Hu's ancestor is not a person who doesn't believe in words."

"Otherwise, it is impossible to persuade Master Tongtian."

Mozu Luohu nodded with satisfaction:

"In that case, fellow daoist don't hesitate to go forward."

"This seat guarantees that the ancestor Hongjun will not appear to shoot you."

Wang Mang nodded, not talking nonsense, and disappeared into the sky of Demon Realm.

Seeing the spatial fluctuation direction of Wang Mang's departure, the corner of Mozu Luohu's mouth rose slightly, and the whole body was filled with demonic energy.

At the same time, Mozu Luohu couldn't help muttering to himself:

"Hongjun, let me see, which one of us will have the last laugh this time!"

to be honest.

The last great controversy.

The demon ancestor Luo Hui didn't look down on Hongjun ancestor.

Because, the origin of the devil ancestor Luo Hu is much taller than Hongjun.

Although Hongjun and Luo Hu are both chaotic demon gods.

But who is Luo Hu?

Among the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods, although he was not among the best.

But among the three thousand demon gods, he can definitely be among the top thirty or fifty!

In the past, the strongest period.

He even reached the pseudo sixth-order existence for a while!

But how about Hongjun?

Hongjun once was among the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods, the existence of the crane tail!

why?

Because Hongjun's body is the first cricket in Chaos World!

It's a weak comparison!

In the era where the three thousand demon gods of chaos were together.

It belongs to the kind of trembling ant class.

But it was also because Hongjun was too weak to be called an ant.

During the Pangu war against the Chaos Three Thousand Demon Gods.

He just escaped!

That's why there was what was later called:

There is Hongjun first, then there is a day, this sentence!

Because Hongjun was indeed born before the opening of the prehistoric world.

He also belongs to the Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods.

It's just the weakest kind.

At the time, Hongjun estimated that he would barely reach the fifth rank.

Only Hunyuan Jinxian (Daluo Jinxian) is nothing.

If not later, I got the good fortune jade butterfly fragments.

It is impossible for Hongjun to beat him at all!

Nor is it qualified to be compared with him.

...

At the same time on the other side.

On the islands in the endless sea.

Wang Mang rose up into the sky, and went straight for thirty Third Stage days!

His terrifying aura swept the entire prehistoric world even more unscrupulously.

Suddenly, the entire prehistoric world, the sub-sages were shocked and inexplicably, their eyes gathered on Wang Mang.

After feeling the coercion of Wang Mang's boundless stalwart, they were panicked in their hearts.

At this moment, whether it is the sub-sage of Western Buddhism, the sub-sage of Heaven Court, or the son of Zhen Yuan, or the ancestor of Styx.

They were shocked, their faces were full of horror, and they all lost their voices:

"How is this possible! How can he have the power of Sage?"

"Impossible! Can he reach Sage without Hongmeng Ziqi?"

"Damn! Did he break through Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian?"

"In the blink of an eye, is it no longer the same level?"

Suddenly, in the prehistoric world, many quasi-sage peaks existed.

They all looked up bitterly.

Wang Mang rushed towards the figure outside the Thirty Third Stage.

At this moment, they had mixed feelings in their hearts, and there was an indescribable helplessness.

Because not long ago, they were still sitting on an equal footing with Wang Mang, talking and laughing.

But the result?

How long has it passed?

Wang Mang's strength has reached the height that they look up to!

Sage!

This is the Realm they can't reach, and they yearn for!

But who can think of it.

This is extremely difficult for them Realm.

But did Wang Mang easily set foot?

It can be said that among the quasi-sage peaks.

Zhen Yuanzi's heart was bleeding.

I think of the scene where Wang Mang once visited Wuzhuang to watch a teacher.

Zhen Yuanzi wanted to give himself two big mouths.

I actually refused...

A Sage-funded apprentice?

"Oh! Good fortune makes someone!"

"I knew that, the old man would accept him as a disciple for whatever I said at the beginning."

At this moment, in Wuzhuang Guan, Zhen Yuanzi was full of pain.

He couldn't help regretting it even more, and thumped his chest.

Similarly, the three Buddhas, Tathagata, Maitreya, and Randeng looked at each other, their faces full of fear.

Especially when thinking of not long ago, they even threatened to kill Wang Mang.

They couldn't help sweating profusely on their foreheads and chills on their backs.

Paralyzed, what did you think at the beginning?

Still want to kill a Sage-level existence?

Thinking of this, Duobao couldn't help but secretly rejoice.

Fortunately, they had compromised with Wang Mang at the beginning.

Otherwise, if he really shot Wang Mang back then.

This is like a Sage, never dying!

At that time, I don't know how to die!

at the same time.

At this moment, thirty Third Stage is outside.

Standing proudly in front of the gate of Zixiao Palace in Genting.

Wang Mang stood with his hand in his hand, staring at the Zixiao Palace in front of him tightly.

Because, he could feel, except for the imprisoned Master Tongtian in the Zixiao Palace.

Near the Purple Cloud Palace, there is also an aura whose strength almost reaches the Sage level.

as predicted.

The next moment, an old man with a fairy style. Appeared before my eyes.

This old man with a fairy style and bones, wears a white robe and white hair.

But his breath is not strong, between Asheng and Sage.

The old man looked kind.

But he looked in the indifferent and deep eyes.

It seems that there is no trace of emotion at all.

"Who is this old man? Is it the incarnation of Hongjun?"

Just as Wang Mang was looking at the old man, guessing the identity of the other party.

This old man with a fairy-wind road bone said indifferently:

"I know that my little friend is a visitor from the outside world."

"The time in the prehistoric world is not short."

"The old man is always tolerant to his little friends."

"Why do you want to be an enemy of the old man again?"

Hearing this, Wang Mang's expression instantly became serious.

This old man is definitely the incarnation of Hongjun's ancestor!

Just when Wang Mang wanted to speak.

The old man of the Immortal Wind Dao Bone took out a Medicine Pill.

Then, the white-haired old man said to Wang Mang and Yan Yue:

"If the little friend is willing to take it, this perish sacred pill."

"The old man not only forgets the past, but also accepts you as a disciple."

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