NOVEL NEXT Chapter 239
The prehistoric world!
East China Sea!
Changsheng Daochang.
Ao Changsheng opened his eyes.
Then...
Ao Changsheng showed a look of heartache.
"Eight... eight powerful avenues just disappeared."
Those were eight powerful avenues!
You know, Ao Changsheng has been struggling for nearly 10 billion years, and until now he has only integrated more than a dozen avenues.
Most of them are ordinary avenues.
There are only two powerful avenues, the Five Elements and the Chaos Avenue.
If the Lord of the Prison Mountain could be used as fertilizer for the tree of the avenue and obtain these eight powerful avenues, then Ao Changsheng's strength would definitely undergo an incredible transformation.
But now...
He was killed by his own hands.
God knows how heartbroken Ao Changsheng is at this moment.
But...
Ao Changsheng also knows that there is no way around it. The Lord of the Prison Mountain, the Chaos Demon God, is definitely the strongest enemy Ao Changsheng has ever faced in the chaos.
Although Ao Changsheng only dispatched seven Dao bodies, namely, gold, wood, water, fire, earth, five elements, and chaos, when facing the Lord of Hell Mountain.
But even if he dispatched all Dao bodies, the final result would probably not change at all.
Even if Ao Changsheng used all his strength and means to capture the Lord of Hell Mountain, who had integrated eight powerful avenues, he would never be able to capture him alive.
And if he could not capture and suppress the Chaos Demon God alive, then Ao Changsheng would not be able to erase the Chaos Demon God's consciousness and avenue while retaining his body.
The Hell Fire that was born from the integration of eight powerful avenues could burn everything.
Even now, Ao Changsheng still feels a little scared when he thinks about it.
To be honest, if it weren't for the destructive power of the collapse of the universe that could pull the Hell Fire to "die together".
Otherwise...
Ao Changsheng might not be able to fight back against the Lord of Hell Mountain.
It is possible that this incarnation of Ao Changsheng would need to start a great escape with the Lord of Hell Mountain in the chaos.
Shaking his head and putting aside these distracting thoughts, Ao Changsheng began to review the battle, and then replayed the battle from beginning to end in his mind several times.
Ao Changsheng almost completely absorbed the gains of this battle and turned it into his own nourishment.
After sorting out his own experiences from beginning to end several times, Ao Changsheng finally remembered an important thing.
That is...
Wanxing City!
The token obtained from Wanxing City was in the hands of Ao Changsheng's incarnation.
When Ao Changsheng dispersed his incarnation, he did not send the token of Wanxing City back to his Taoist body.
Naturally, the token of Wanxing City was either lost in the chaos or fell into the hands of the Lord of Hell Mountain.
If it was lost in the chaos.
The token was either torn to pieces by the chaotic airflow or drifted away in pursuit of Wanxing City.
And if it fell into the hands of the Lord of Hell Mountain.
At this time, the token was probably along with everything of the Lord of Hell Mountain, and was lost in Ao Changsheng's move [Original Chaos! Nothingness——】disappeared under the attack of.
After recalling this incident, Ao Changsheng also hurriedly asked his Dao body to go back to find the Wanxing City, but...
The speed of Wanxing City in the chaos is extremely fast, and there is no regularity in the direction of its advance.
Moving forward in the chaos filled with violent chaotic turbulence, it will not leave any traces for Ao Changsheng to pursue.
It can be said that when Ao Changsheng and the Lord of Hell Mountain were still fighting, the Wanxing City had already completely flown out of the range that Ao Changsheng could detect.
In the vast chaos, searching for a Wanxing City whose direction is unknown is not as good as praying to meet it again in the chaos.
Or it would be better to get the token of Wanxing City from the Chaos Demon God.
"Wanxing City!"
Ao Changsheng felt a little regretful.
It can be said that this battle, in addition to the fact that the Lord of Hell Mountain and the eight great ways were buried, which made Ao Changsheng heartbroken.
It was the Wanxing City that Ao Changsheng regretted the most.
As Wanxing City was built by a powerful person who was suspected to have surpassed the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, Ao Changsheng guessed that there must be many secrets hidden in Wanxing City.
It might even contain guidance to a higher level.
It's a pity...
Shaking his head slightly, Ao Changsheng began to expel these distracting thoughts from his mind.
Although Ao Changsheng dared not say how firm his Tao heart was, he still had some self-control.
He calmed down.
Ao Changsheng also turned his attention back to the prehistoric world.
He still had a commission from Hongjun.
Although he didn't need to pay attention to the prehistoric world all the time.
But in the end, he needed to invest some energy to avoid missing the opportunity to act.But...
When Ao Changsheng looked at Honghuang, his face was a little helpless.
How to say it!
The progress of this Conferred God War was so slow that it far exceeded Ao Changsheng's imagination.
It has been nearly a thousand years since the last incident at Chentang Pass, but until now...
Xiqi has not yet raised the Zhou flag to start the rebellion against Shang.
Even now, Xibo Hou Jichang is still detained in Chaoge.
However... Xiqi Bo Yikao is now preparing to go to Chaoge to rescue Xibo Hou Jichang.
And Ao Changsheng also found Gui Ling and Jin Ling who followed Bo Yikao and left Changsheng Daochang to Honghuang again.
To be honest.
Although Ao Changsheng knew that the time scale of Honghuang was now much longer, the development speed of many things in Honghuang was much slower than Ao Changsheng imagined.
But it was so slow...
Ao Changsheng really didn't expect it.
If this progress is followed, Ao Changsheng estimates that the Conferred God War will last at least 100,000 years.
100,000 years!
This Conferred God Tribulation is not a real prehistoric Tribulation, which lasts for such a long time...
To be honest, unless it is an unexpected situation like the Lich Tribulation, otherwise, even a real Tribulation will not last for 100,000 years.
Even if it is a Lich Tribulation, the real war will end quickly, and what continues is only the Tribulation Aura that has not dissipated because of the "accident".
Ao Changsheng looked at the Tribulation Aura that has almost permeated the prehistoric world and obscured the entire prehistoric world.
Ao Changsheng is sure that if there is no saint at work, then he will... go and press Yuanshi Tianzun to the ground and rub him.
However, the Tribulation has arisen, and the Heavenly Secrets are disordered.
Even if Ao Changsheng wants to find the saint behind this, it will take a lot of effort.
But this matter has nothing to do with Ao Changsheng, so Ao Changsheng will naturally not waste his energy to calculate such a small matter.
On the contrary, the longer this catastrophe lasts, the more beneficial it is for Ao Changsheng, and he can also arrange more things in the Three Thousand Worlds.
When the Three Thousand Worlds are integrated into the Primordial World, he can also save more energy to do other things.
"Just..."
Ao Changsheng frowned slightly and looked at the turtle spirit who was mixed with the golden spirit in the Primordial World.
To be honest.
Even Ao Changsheng did not expect that his disciple, the turtle spirit, would have such a close relationship with the golden spirit.
I am afraid that according to the original trajectory, the turtle spirit successfully worshipped the Jiejiao and became one of the Jiejiao's direct disciples. The relationship between the turtle spirit and the golden spirit would not be so good.
But...
The Jiejiao will perish!
There is no way to change this.
Even if Jin Ling took action and made hundreds of star gods occupy the Conferred God List, and saved many Jiejiao disciples who would have been included in the Conferred God List.
But...
Jiejiao is known as the pilgrim of ten thousand immortals.
Tens of thousands of Jiejiao disciples.
The mere hundreds of places on the Conferred God List are really nothing.
It doesn't matter if they are saved, and it doesn't matter if they are not saved.
The defeat of Jiejiao is not due to the Conferred God List.
It is due to the Chanjiao, Yuanshi Tianzun, the Western Sect, the two Western Sect saints Jieyin and Zhunti, and even more so... Laozi!
Even... it is due to Tiandao Hongjun!
Including Hongjun, the seven Heavenly Dao saints in the prehistoric world, except for Tongtian Jiaozhu himself and Nuwa, all other Heavenly Dao saints want to make Jiejiao fail.
The calculation contained in this is not something that Tongtian Jiaozhu, an incomplete Heavenly Dao saint, can resist.
In this case, how can Jiejiao have a chance of winning!
Unless Jiejiao can ask Fuxi, the Saint Emperor of the Human Race, Houtu, the Lord of Reincarnation, and Nuwa, the only Saint of Heaven who has no intention to make Jiejiao fail.
If these three saints of the prehistoric world fully support Jiejiao, there may be some chance of winning.
Of course, if Tongtian Patriarch can make Ao Changsheng fully support Jiejiao, Jiejiao may be able to survive.
But...
It's impossible!
Whether it is Fuxi, Houtu or Nuwa, it is impossible to support Jiejiao and Tongtian Patriarch.
And Ao Changsheng will not help Jiejiao because of the relationship between his disciple Gui Ling and Jin Ling.
Even if it is Gui Ling's request.
No...
This will never happen.
Even if Gui Ling and Jin Ling have a close relationship, Ao Changsheng believes that Gui Ling can still distinguish some things.
And...
This matter may not be a bad thing!
Whether it is good or bad for others, let's not talk about it for the time being, but for Gui Ling, it is absolutelyIt won't be a bad thing.
Ao Changsheng noticed that his disciple never stopped practicing after becoming a quasi-saint.
But deep down, he had been slack for a long time.
Although the demise of Jiejiao would not cause any real harm to Gui Ling, the experience of Jin Ling would definitely wake up Gui Ling's lazy heart.
Looking at his own disciple in the prehistoric world from afar.
Ao Changsheng's eyes were very calm, and he whispered softly: "In the prehistoric world, only becoming a saint can truly determine your own destiny! Recognize all this, and then..."
"Do your best to become a saint! Gui Ling——"