Prehistoric: From Witch Soldiers to Hunyuan Wuji Luoxian

Yuanshi Tianzun looked at the square, and saw two flames that were as gorgeous as the scorching sun shining in all directions. In the flames, there were three-legged golden crows flying high, and the loud and clear sound of joy spread for millions of miles.

With Hetu Luoshu on Dijun's head, and Tai holding the Chaos Clock in one hand, the two Lords of the Sun Star descended in front of Zixiao Palace.

Yuanshi Tianzun looked at Dijun's Hetu Luoshu, and then at Taiyi's chaos, his eyes were full of envy.

Both Hetu and Luoshu are top-grade innate spirit treasures, and the two are a set, and the combined power is extremely extraordinary.

Taiyi's Chaos Clock is an innate treasure, and its power is even more terrifying.

Although the Sanqing brothers claim to be the authentic Pangu, but when the three brothers took shape, they only had one acquired merit and virtue treasure, the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda of Heaven and Earth.

In comparison, the family is not as rich as the two brothers.

Seeing the Sanqing brothers, Di Jun came forward to talk with a smile, while Tai Yi stood proudly behind the eldest brother, and the Chaos Clock was put into his body.

"Three fellow daoists, you came early, we brothers hurry up, but we are still not as fast as the three fellow daoists."

Di Jun greeted him with a smile, and with a few words, he elevated San Qing invisibly, which made the three of them very useful.

"Fellow Daoist Emperor Jun, fellow Daoist Tai, we have just arrived, and your speed is not the same."

The five communicated with each other, and the atmosphere was harmonious, but Tai Yi didn't speak, and kept looking at Brother Sanqing's cultivation.

At this moment, two more monks fell into the chaos.

The leading man is tall and straight, majestic and solemn, with the appearance of an emperor.

The female monk beside him was naturally beautiful, with a noble and glamorous temperament, and her figure was even more graceful and exquisite, which attracted people's attention.

"Fellow daoists, you came so fast. My sister and I set off thousands of years ahead of schedule, but we are still one step behind."  …

Fuxi laughed, stepped forward and communicated enthusiastically with everyone.

Nuwa also bowed to everyone and stood behind her brother.

This pair of brothers and sisters did not live comfortably in Buzhou Mountain, so they had already planned to find another place to live.

The twelve ancestral witches are powerful, and the influence of the witch clan is booming. They continue to stay in Fengqi Mountain, which puts the brother and sister in an embarrassing situation. It's just that the good heaven and earth outside have already had owners, and they really look down on those who are worse. They never left.

"Fellow Taoist Fuxi, fellow Taoist Nvwa, you are not too late, we just set off earlier."

Di Jun was very good at talking, everyone laughed and continued to make friends with each other.

At this time, streams of light flickered on the square, and more and more monks rushed over.

In the chaos, a red light shone in all directions, and the power of flames gushed out, which was no different from the light of the three-legged Golden Crow.

Such formations immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Everyone looked and saw that it was Hongyun Patriarch from Huoyun Cave and Zhenyuanzi Daxian from Longevity Mountain.

The two of them landed on the square, Patriarch Hongyun was dressed in a red Taoist robe, and his face was full of joy.

"Brother, let's go to the front too, it's best to get a place near the front."

Patriarch Hongyun greeted Immortal Zhen Yuanzi, and they came to the gate of Zixiao Palace, before they could say hello to everyone, many creatures came to the square again.

When the first one fluttered his wings high, surrounded by the power of the infinite Sunda wind, when he landed on the ground, he appeared as a cold monk.

This person's eyebrows flew into his temples, his spirit was flying high, his eyes were sharp and bright, as if he had the arrogance to sweep all over the world and swallow up nine heavens and ten earths.

The person who came was none other than the master of Beiminghai, the ancestor of Kunpeng.

The ancestor Kunpeng didn't like to communicate with others, so he came forward and stood at the gate of Zixiao Palace.

Immediately after a ray of blood fell, it turned into a purple-black blood-robed monk. It was the Lord of the Boundless Sea of ​​Blood, Patriarch Styx, who had arrived.

After these monks arrived, the Lord of Ziwei Star, Emperor Zhongtian Ziwei also descended wearing a Taoist robe of stars.

After a while, the square was densely packed, and the number of monks increased greatly.

For example, the Queen Mother of the West, the monk of West Kunlun, Fairy Xihe, Fairy Changxi, the Lord of the Lunar Star, and Taoist Donghua from Zifuzhou also came with several comrades.

Long Bo, the patriarch of the Giant Clan, Long Bo, the Patriarch of the Teng Snake Tribe, the Patriarch Teng Snake, the Patriarch of the White Tiger Tribe, Geng Jinbaihu King, the Lord of Lei Ze, the God of Nine Yuan Water Palace, the God of Yan Dao, the Immortal Venerable of the Illusion Sea, etc. Those who came one after another.

There are three thousand mortal guests in Zixiao Palace. These three thousand do not mean that there are only three thousand, but they mean infinite. Anyone who is destined can come to Zixiao Palace to listen to Taoism.

When the number of people in the square was increasing, there was a turbulent wave in the emptiness and chaos, and one after another mysterious light shone through, which aroused the excitement of the crowd.

"Boom!"

A space treasure ship crashed into chaos, and the Twelve Ancestral Witch led the crowd to Zixiao Palace.

After thousands of years, the Wu Clan finally arrived at Zixiao Palace safely.

"Brother, it seems that we are not too late."

When Zhu Jiuyin saw the many great powers in the square, a smile appeared on his face.

These people were all waiting in the square, which meant that Zixiao Palace hadn't started the lecture yet.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches came to Zixiao Palace, and watching more than 20 strong Wu clans arrive, everyone was shocked by this "big vote" of creatures.

You must know that even Taoist Donghua, who has the most Taoist friends, has only nine people in his party, and they cannot be compared with the Wu clan at all.

The creatures in the square consciously moved out of the way, clearing a path for the Wu Clan.

The powerful aura of the Twelve Ancestral Witches made the monks dare not contend. These Ancestral Witches were connected with each other, and they were all powerful Da Luo Jinxians. No force present could compete with them. .

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Chapter 118: In front of Zixiao Palace, there is a storm (Chapter 28)

"Twelve Great Luo Jinxians!"

Tong Tian looked at all the ancestor witches, and his eyes shot out with monstrous fighting intent.

Although the Sanqing Brothers claim to be authentic, they still have no advantage in the face of the twelve Da Luo Jinxians.

Once they make a move, it will be difficult for the three of them to parry the twelve Da Luo Jinxian powerhouses.

Four big Luos beat you one, you can always defeat, right?

In addition, God Jiang Zuwu and Qiangliang Zuwu are already middle-stage Daluo Jinxian monks, and they are not bad at all compared to the realm of Taiqing.

Taiqing remained silent, looking at the most powerful Wu Clan, he didn't intend to go forward to make friends at all, instead a gloomy look flashed in his eyes.

Tai Yi at the side took out the Chaos Clock and placed it on top of his right palm with a guarded look on his face.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches are too powerful, which makes everyone fearful.

"Brother, let's go ahead."

Zhu Rong's ancestral witch's loud voice came, and the twelve ancestral witches stepped forward and came to the gate of Zixiao Palace.

Everyone didn't dare to stop them, they gave way one after another. Fortunately, the location in front of the Zixiao Palace gate was large enough, and the twelve ancestor witches standing here would not affect other people.

Wu Yang was checking the situation in the team, but he could clearly see the people around him, and seeing the apprehensive expressions on everyone's faces, Wu Yang felt very happy.

"These prehistoric supreme beings are all dignified, but they are all bullying things."

Wu Yang was very disdainful in his heart. For example, Na Taiqing seemed to be quiet and inactive, but when he saw the ancestral witches who were more powerful than himself, his face was not calm.

Taiqing's inaction is based on the fact that he can have an absolute advantage. If his strength is suppressed by the ancestral witches, then Qingjing's inaction is just a cover.

"Sure enough, the Witch Clan is here!"

In the dark, Patriarch Styx stared at the crowd with gloomy eyes.

Before he came, he had thought that this would happen, but now seeing the twelve ancestor witches coming together, the hatred in the ancestor Ming He's heart was aroused again.

Although the current witch clan is not well-known in the prehistoric world and does not interact with other monks, the twelve Da Luo Jinxians still firmly suppressed the scene, making everyone feel extremely jealous.

Patriarch Styx saw the ancestral witches standing in front of him, his mind turned, he wanted to take the opportunity to stir up trouble, and let the witch clan be suppressed by many powerful people.

The power of the Wu clan has aroused the fear of many strong people, and the ancestor Minghe saw this very clearly.

As long as he lures them in a little bit, he will definitely be able to deal with the witch clan.

"I and the Wu Clan are already at odds. When they become stronger, they will attack my boundless blood sea sooner or later. If this is the case, let's strike first!"

Patriarch Styx could not afford to offend the Wu Clan, but he was very aware of his situation.

It is necessary to contend with the Wu Clan anyway, if you can take this opportunity to suppress the other party, this is a golden opportunity.

The Twelve Patriarchal Witches came to the gate of Zixiao Palace, and stood together with Sanqing, Fuxi Nuwa, Emperor Jun Taiyi, and Hongyun Town Yuanzi who were the first to arrive.

However, compared to the [-] or [-] creatures of the Witch Clan, the other monks seemed a bit "individually weak".

Just when the scene fell into dead silence, Patriarch Styx suddenly said:

"The Wu Clan is really powerful. Even many Da Luo Jinxians can't easily reach this Zixiao Palace, but a little Xuanxian of your Wu Clan can come to Zixiao Palace to listen to lectures. It's really possible!". ....

Patriarch Minghe spoke in a strange way, and even pointed his finger at Wu Yang. For a while, most of the creatures present looked at Wu Yang.

A mere Profound Immortal really cannot be compared with these great powers.

"Minghe, the Taoist ancestor once clearly said that anyone who is destined can come to Zixiao Palace to listen to lectures. Even saints don't care about the level of cultivation. Daozu is even stronger?"

Wu Yang was not used to him either, with the Twelve Ancestral Witches beside him, he also wanted to take this opportunity to suppress Styx's arrogance.

The last time Styx relied on the power of Lieyang's lion tribe, he was almost able to destroy Wuyang. This hatred of Wuyang always wanted to avenge him.

Patriarch Minghe's face was extremely gloomy, he never expected that Wu Yang, a mysterious fairy, would have the guts to challenge him.

"Wu Yang, even a mysterious fairy like you dare to yell in front of me. If you have the guts, would you dare to take a blow from me?"

Patriarch Minghe deliberately provoked Wu Yang. He knew that the other party would not dare, and he wanted to take this opportunity to suppress the arrogance of the Wu clan.

Qiang Liang Patriarch Wu looked at Patriarch Styx and said coldly:

"Styx, if you want to die, I will fulfill you now!".

A thunderbolt bloomed in the hands of the Qiangliang ancestor witch, and the dazzling thunder light enveloped all directions, and the terrifying coercion deterred chaos.

That powerful thunder light made everyone fearful, even Taiqing had complicated eyes.

The power of thunder is the most rigid and yang, and it can display extremely strong combat power in battle. If they really fight, Styx may be defeated by Qiangliang Zuwu in an instant.

Styx has been practicing hard for many years and still stays at the early stage of the Daluo Golden Immortal, while Qiangliang Zuwu is a strong man in the middle stage of the Daluo Golden Immortal.

Patriarch Minghe's eyes were dark, but he really didn't dare to challenge Qiangliang Patriarch Wu.

Once a war starts here, there will be none who will really help Styx.

"Old man Minghe, I, Wu Yang, really don't have the strength to fight you right now. Xuanxian and Da Luo Jinxian are fighting for death, but as long as you don't die, sooner or later, I, Wu Yang, will behead you!"

Wu Yang pointed at Styx with his sword, and the words in his mouth were resounding.

That kind of invincible spirit made Patriarch Minghe not know how to refute for a while.

The hatred between Wu Yang and Styx cannot be reconciled. The ancestor of Styx is a character who must take revenge, and Wu Yang is not a person who can swallow his anger.

If it wasn't for the huge difference in strength between the two sides, how could Wu Yang take revenge overnight?

"Hmph, even if you are talented, that is something that will happen in the future. Now that Zixiao Palace is giving lectures, all those who can come here are the Supreme Beings. How can you sit in the same room with me and other big Luos?"

Ancestor Minghe changed the subject and brought the conflict to the audience in Zixiao Palace and everyone present.

When Di Jun heard this, his eyes rolled, and he immediately said:

"Fellow Daoist Minghe's words are reasonable. For example, Fellow Daoist Sanqing, Fellow Daoist Nuwa Fuxi, and our brothers and fellow Daoists, which one was not born with the destiny of heaven and earth? This Wuyang mere Xuanxian has shallow feet and insufficient fortune. , I really don’t have the right to take the same seat as me!”.

Di Jun deliberately suppressed the Wu Clan, taking advantage of Styx to stir up trouble, he was happy to add fire behind his back.

The two clans of liches are fateful enemies, so the ancestral witches and Emperor Juntai feel disgusted with each other as soon as they meet. ....

Although there is no intersection with each other, this first feeling is extremely bad for no reason.

"Fellow Daoist Dijun is right. We are all sacred to heaven and earth. How can anyone sit on the same seat as me!"

Yuanshi Tianzun spoke proudly, he always claimed to be authentic, and never took some weak creatures into his eyes, which was very in line with his character.

Taiqing sized up the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but did not stop Yuanshi Tianzun's words.

Dijiang Zuwu took a step forward, looked at everyone and said calmly:

"Whoever has an opinion, just stand up and shake your lips behind your back, but you have lost your identity for nothing!".

Dijiang Zuwu's powerful aura erupted, and his meaning was very clear. If you are not convinced, then stand up and fight until you are convinced.

Everyone was speechless, the twelve brothers of the Witch Clan were too powerful, no one dared to be the one who stood out.

Seeing that the scene was overwhelmed by Emperor Jiang Zuwu, the others were unwilling to say anything more.

For a moment of pride, if he was really beaten up by the ancestral witches, he would completely lose his face in front of the entire prehistoric people.