Prehistoric: Reborn as a tortoise, with understanding that defies heaven

"Why does it seem like nothing has changed, but I feel something is different?"

Inside Yujing Mountain.

Hongjun sat cross-legged on the futon, exerting his power of deduction to the extreme.

As he was about to become a saint, he actually felt a vague sense of uneasiness in his heart.

It seemed that something was waiting for him.

There was great terror and great opportunity.

After several calculations, there was no result, so he had to give up.

"Forget it, after I merge with the Tao, although the Heavenly Dao is not me, I am the Heavenly Dao; everything in the past and the future is under control!"

After the calculations failed, Hongjun stopped thinking about it.

The fragments of the Jade Disc of Creation floated above his head, and various laws flowed out of it.

The next second.

Three figures with similar looks appeared in Zixiao Palace.

It was Hongjun's three corpses.

"The three corpses merged into one, and my Dao is complete!"

The sound of Tao was lightly uttered, and the wind and clouds surged.

Countless creatures in the prehistoric land suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure, which made all creatures unable to raise their heads.

"What happened!"

"This momentum..."

"Get up for me!!"

"..."

Shocked!

Shocked!

Purple air came from the east for billions of miles, and the saint appeared in the world and all living beings were shocked!

Heaven and earth celebrated, and golden lotus emerged from the ground.

Strange phenomena rose, and the spirit sky descended.

A vast and majestic voice resounded from the nine heavens, resounding through the prehistoric land, and reaching the ears of all living beings.

"I, Hongjun, have achieved the status of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian today, the realm of saints, and control the teachings of heaven and earth; I feel that all living beings are ignorant and it is difficult to practice; three thousand years later, in the chaos, I will preach in Zixiao Palace, and those who are predestined can come..."

The weather pressure dissipated as Hongjun's voice disappeared.

All prehistoric creatures and spirits were instantly boiling!

Buzhou Mountain, Kunlun Mountain, Beiming Sea, Blood Sea, Sun Star, etc.!

Countless sacred beings were boiling, looking at the chaos outside the sky.

The saints preached, how could they miss the opportunity given by God.

Above the North Sea, in the void.

Yang Gui slowly opened his eyes, "Has it started?"

The great age of prehistoric times, the age of all saints.

Compared with the previous Dragon and Han First Tribulation, Yang Gui was more looking forward to this one.

Three thousand years is neither long nor short.

For these prehistoric sacred beings, it is just a blink of an eye.

"But the time is just right."

Yang Gui counted with his fingers, and the Qiankun Ding, the top-grade innate spiritual treasure in the turtle back world that had been burned by the flame of the law for countless years, appeared in front of him.

The flame of the law formed by countless laws emitted a raging flame and gradually extinguished.

Yang Gui waved his hand and endless innate spiritual energy swarmed in and sank into the Qiankun Ding.

He picked a water-attributed fruit from the top-grade spiritual root five-needle pine and threw it into the pot.

In an instant, the treasure light of the Qiankun Ding was bright and it spun rapidly in the air.

"The Qiankun Ding has the power to transform the acquired into the innate. I wonder what level Daoyou Qiankun can reach after I add so many materials."

Yang Gui's eyes flashed with excitement.

Once things go as he thought, there will be great potential.

In a blink of an eye, a thousand years passed.

The Qiankun Ding stopped spinning.

Yang Gui's aura rose, and he shouted: "Daoyou, if you don't come out now, when will you come out!"

Buzz~~~

The Qiankun Ding trembled slightly.

Roar!!!

A loud voice appeared above the North Sea.

All the creatures in the North Sea looked over when they heard the sound.

It would be better if they didn't look. When they looked, they all showed astonishment.

I saw a black giant turtle of 129.6 million miles in size hovering in the sky, with a black giant snake of the same size entwined around it.

Xuanwu!!

The name of this turtle was instantly engraved in the hearts of all the creatures who saw the black giant turtle.

Xuanwu was born, and merits and virtues descended from the sky.

Accompanied by a thick force of luck.

"A sacred being is born!"

"What a big scene!"

The light of merit and virtue fell, instantly attracting the attention of all the powerful people in the prehistoric world.

After some calculations, it was found that it was the Xuanwu of the prehistoric world who was born, and the way of heaven was moved, and merits and virtues were added to him.

"Congratulations to the turtle ancestor for his birth!"

Countless turtles flew into the sky and bowed in the direction where Xuanwu appeared.

Xuanwu looked at the prehistoric land, felt the luck of the turtle clan on his body, his eyes were complicated, and finally he sighed secretly and disappeared above the North Sea.

In Fangzhang Island.

Xuanwu transformed into a burly man with a black snake wrapped around his body and a complicated look.

The ancestor Qiankun didn't expect that he would be reincarnated again just by taking a gamble.

He felt a little relieved, but also very scared.

Especially when he thought of his soul being controlled by Hongjun and self-destructing, he was even more shocked and angry.

After a long time, he put away his thoughts and bowed to Yang Gui, "Thank you for your guidance..."

Yang Gui smiled and nodded, "Congratulations to Daoist Qiankun for your rebirth."

Ancestor Qiankun smiled bitterly, "Daoist, please don't laugh at me. From today on, there is no more Ancestor Qiankun in the world, only the prehistoric alien species, the turtle clan Xuanwu."

After saying this, Ancestor Qiankun instantly felt that he was inexplicably closer to the prehistoric land.

This was the recognition of the prehistoric heaven.

Once Qiankun passed away, Xuanwu came to the world.

Yang Gui sighed, "All the past is false. Since Daoist is so open-minded, when the time is right, I will give Daoist a chance that will last forever, and it will be worth it for Daoist to give me the Qiankun Ding."

Xuanwu looked grateful, "Thank you, Daoist!"

After living a new life, Xuanwu has become more open-minded about many things.

He was even more grateful to Yang Gui. As for the innate treasure, if he wanted to take it, he had to have the strength to do so.

Besides, he had no words to ask for the things he had given back.

"You are too polite, fellow Daoist." Yang Gui said, "From today on, fellow Daoist will be one of the ancestors of our turtle clan, sitting on the North Sea."

"You can practice in this Fangzhang Fairy Island, and one day you can return to the realm of Hunyuan Jinxian!"

Xuanwu nodded.

When the luck of the turtle clan fell on him, he had a vague guess about Yang Gui's background.

But the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods were just a fictitious number, and there were countless demon gods in the chaos.

He was a little uncertain.

However, it was a blessing to be able to live again, and Xuanwu didn't want to think about the rest.

He just looked at Yang Gui and reminded him, "Fellow Daoist, if you meet that person again, you need to be more cautious, don't end up like us."

He had already sensed Hongjun's sainthood in the Dao rhyme of heaven and earth.

So he had to go beyond his name, unthinkable, unspeakable.

Yang Gui's face was serious, "I don't know about this, but I'm a little curious. Since you can think of asking me to extradite, where is the Yin-Yang Taoist now?"

None of the Chaos Demon Gods looks simple. I don't know if the Yin-Yang Taoist has reincarnated now.

Xuanwu shook his head, "I don't know that either."

"When we Chaos Demon Gods were born, we separated a trace of our soul and placed it in the companion spirit treasure or one of our own spirit treasures, just in case."

"The trace of the soul power of the Yin-Yang Taoist is in the Tai Chi diagram. I don't know where the Tai Chi diagram went during the war."

Uh...

Yang Gui was stunned.

If it's really as Xuanwu said, the Yin-Yang Taoist is probably dead, or about to die.

The Tai Chi diagram is now in Hongjun's hands. Even if it is not refined, it will be given to Taiqing and become a treasure of the destiny of the human sect.

The Yin-Yang Taoist's soul will be discovered sooner or later, and whether he can be reincarnated is unknown.

I mourned for the Yin-Yang Taoist in my heart.

However, Xuanwu's words made him feel relieved.

Previously, the Chaos Demon God Wuxing Taoist died in his hands, and he always remembered this incident.

As a former Hunyuan Wuda Daluo Jinxian, he was indestructible and could participate in the battle between Taoism and Demons even if he was chopped by Pangu. Yang Gui was always worried that he would come back again.

Now the Chaos Lingbao Wuxing Tower has been restored by the Heavenly Dao and hidden in the void.

It seems that the Yuanshen of the Five Elements Taoist should have been shattered by the Heavenly Dao and completely destroyed.

After all, the Five Elements Taoist is the Hunyuan Wuda Daluo Jinxian in the Chaos World, not the saint in the Primordial World.

If he can really be reborn, then the Primordial World opened up by Pangu is almost another Chaos World.

All of them are the reincarnations of the Chaos Demon God.

After chatting with Xuanwu for a while, Yang Gui left here and let Xuanwu find a place to practice alone.

Yang Gui filled up a lot of spiritual materials. With countless materials, Xuanwu was born in the realm of Daluo Jinxian.

After it is stabilized, it can be quickly promoted to the late stage of Daluo Jinxian, or even the realm of Hunyuan Jinxian.

The place where the blue lotus is.

Yang Gui looked at the blue lotuses in the lotus pond, especially the 12th-grade blue lotus near the middle, and thought.

"Let the clone go to preach this time."

I don't know what Hongjun is planning. He is not a saint's opponent now, so it's better to be safe.

With a wave of his hand, a drop of golden blood fell on the drop of 12th-grade blue lotus.

With a flash of golden light, a clone of the early stage of Hunyuan Jinxian appeared in the turtle back world.

This is the only 12th-grade blue lotus that he has nurtured for countless years with a lot of spiritual materials.

Yang Gui nodded, and some spiritual treasures such as the Pure World White Lotus and the Blue Lotus Treasure Flag flew out and fell into the hands of the blue lotus clone.

The Qinglian clone took the magic weapon and left the small world, appearing above the North Sea, flying towards the outer chaos.

After doing all this, Yang Gui waved again.

More than a dozen ninth-grade and tenth-grade Qinglians flew up, turning into Qinglian clones, sitting cross-legged in the turtle-back small world.

Yang Gui nodded with satisfaction, "In this way, I can continue to comprehend the great way with peace of mind."

Calculating the time, it has been less than a thousand years since Hongjun preached.

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