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

Wow! !

The prehistoric world is boiling!

Forces of all sizes.

Regardless of whether they had entered the Zixiao Palace before and heard it, at this moment, as long as they surpassed the Golden Immortal, they would fly into the chaos and try to find the location of the Zixiao Palace.

The ten demon saints of the demon clan, the twelve witch ancestors of the witch clan, and even some ancients hidden in the prehistoric world, all moved upon hearing the sound.

Hou Tu led the eleven witch ancestors to appear in front of the Zixiao Palace first, looking at the gate of the Zixiao Palace that had not yet been closed and was about to be closed.

Zhu Rong shouted, "Wait!"

The boy Haotian was stunned, and saw a burly figure walking towards him.

Before he could understand what was going on, the witch ancestors entered one after another and all poured into the Zixiao Palace.

At this time, Hongjun had not appeared, and the three thousand saints had just fought against each other. Because this was the dojo of the saints, they did not dare to take action.

Seeing the twelve witch ancestors suddenly break in, they were all a little confused.

The demon emperor Jun looked at his opponent and sneered, "A bunch of idiots who don't cultivate their primordial spirits also want to realize the great Dao here with the saints, how ridiculous."

However, to his surprise, the twelve witch ancestors ignored him.

They all walked towards the location of Sanqing, Nuwa, Zhunti, and Jie Yin.

"Get out of the way!"

The ancestor of time, Zhu Jiuyin, looked at Zhunti in front of him and shouted coldly.

Zhunti was stunned, "What do you mean by this!"

Bang!

Zhu Jiuyin slapped Zhunti on the head, and this palm transcended time.

Zhunti didn't react at all, and the huge force directly slapped him away!

"Bold! The saint's dojo actually took action, the witch clan is so ignorant of etiquette!"

Jie Yin's face changed and he shouted, but before he could take action, the ancestor witches of lightning and thunder had already taken action!

At this time, the Taoist ancestor had just finished speaking.

The three thousand saints were all in the realm of Daluo Jinxian, so close, and they were ancestor witches who were famous for close combat.

Jie Yin then followed Zhunti's footsteps, and fell on the wall of Zixiao Palace with his whole body burnt black.

Sanqing and Nuwa's faces changed wildly, looking at the ancestor witches in front of Qiang, "What do you mean!"

If they don't react now, they are not worthy of being called sacred!

Di Jiang clenched his fists and said coldly, "Do you stand up by yourself, or do we ask you to stand up!"

After he finished speaking, Zhu Jiuyin and Xuanming, the two ancestor witches, had already sat in the position where Jie Yin and Zhunti had just sat.

Seeing this scene, Kunpeng in Zixiao Palace felt relieved, "You have also had this day, hahaha!!"

"Lawless! Lawless!"

Yuqing Yuanshi looked at the ancestor witches who surrounded them with a warm and angry face, with fairy light lingering, ready to take action at any time!

Taiqing Taoist and Shangqing Tongtian also looked gloomy.

He is the authentic Sanqing Pangu, and he was bullied like this today!

Even Nuwa was equally angry.

Are these ancestor witches crazy!

Dare to take action in the saint's dojo, it is simply disrespectful!

The other saints were confused, not understanding why these witches were crazy.

The two brothers of the demon emperor Di Jun were excited.

Fight!

Fight!

The saint blamed me, killing these witches first, it was God's help!

These witches were obstacles to his unification of the prehistoric world, and they were more difficult to deal with than Dong Wanggong.

But just when Di Jun was excited, countless saints rushed in again.

He looked at the six cushions on the ground with shining eyes.

The Zixiao Palace, which was originally somewhat empty, became very crowded in an instant.

"Mine! All mine!"

"Don't anyone fight with me!"

"Go to hell! I came here first, get out!"

It was bustling and lively.

The sudden scene made the original three thousand saints look shocked.

Didn't they say that only those who were destined to come to the Zixiao Palace could come?

After the saint's first sermon, those who were destined to come were basically determined.

What happened to these saints who rushed in to fight for seats?

Aren't these seats already decided by the saints and will not be changed?

Why are these guys rushing in to grab them?

One after another, doubts appeared in the hearts of the three thousand saints in Zixiao Palace.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

When Di Jun and Tai Yi were confused, the demon saint Bai Ze rushed in with a group of demons and shouted loudly.

When the witches saw Bai Ze coming in, the strength to stop other saints increased a lot.

There was an ancestor witch standing next to Zhu Jiuyin and Xuanming, trying to stop them.

The other ancestor witches looked at Sanqing and Nuwa angrily, "If you don't let us go, we will really be rude!"

The chaotic scene made Taiqing Taoist's eyes flash, "Since you want to sit, let you sit!"

"Big brother!"

"Brother!"

Yuanshi and Tongtian were shocked and looked at Taiqing Taoist.

Taiqing shook his head and pulled them back quickly.

Nuwa also reacted and took Fuxi away from the vortex.

The four great witch ancestors, Dijiang, Tianwu, Shebishi, and Gonggong, hurriedly sat down, and the remaining witch ancestors stood in front of them to protect them.

"We are the direct descendants of Pangu, and we should become saints by following Pangu's will!"

Dijiang looked at the saints who were quarreling and fighting in front of him, and shouted coldly.

"Bullshit!"

A saint shouted loudly.

"This seat is for those with virtue. You witches do not know the destiny and do not understand the truth; how dare you sit down!"

"Hurry up and stand up. We have existed since the beginning of the world, and we are the candidates for becoming saints!"

"..."

Bai Ze walked to Di Jun and whispered, "Your Majesty, not long after you left the prehistoric world, it was spread in the prehistoric world that the six seats in Zixiao Palace represent six future saints."

"Whoever gets the seat gets the sainthood!"

"At the same time, a chaotic position inexplicably appeared in the hearts of many saints, which is where Zixiao Palace is!"

Why didn't you say it earlier!

Di Jun was shocked and instinctively wanted to fight for the cushion, but was forcibly pressed down by Donghuang Taiyi beside him.

Taiyi said in a deep voice, "Brother, calm down!"

Di Jun's heart was in turmoil, and he found that several innate saints had been paying attention to him.

Only then did he calm down.

No wonder these brainless witch ancestors suddenly rushed in.

Dare to make a scene in the saint's venue and grab seats.

The reason turned out to be here.

Thinking of the arrangement of seats by the preaching saint, Di Jun instantly realized that this rumor was very likely to be true!

Although Di Jun was shocked, he did not rashly participate in the snatch.

On the one hand, he was concerned about the saint, and on the other hand, he was afraid of the cause and effect with Sanqing and Nuwa.

Especially Nuwa and Fuxi.

Di Jun had already planned to pull them into the demon camp.

If they offended now, it would affect the big plan!

At this time, Di Jiang was in a mess, and they were all fighting for the sacredness of the cushion. His aura suddenly burst out, "We are Pangu's descendants, Pangu's authentic!"

"The prehistoric world was opened up by the father god Pangu, and we, the ancestor witches, should become saints!"

His words directly excited the saints in front of him, and they looked indignant.

"Emperor Jiang! You twelve witch ancestors are going to take all the holy positions. It's too authentic!"

"Get out of the way quickly. If you don't, we will start to fight!"

"Only you witch ancestors are transformed by Pangu, right? Look at this ancient world. Which innate sacred is not transformed from the parts of Pangu!"

"According to what you said, we are all inherited from Pangu!"

Holy position? !

Sanqing and Nuwa were shocked.

What's going on!

The two people in the West were fully awake at this time. When they heard the fight between the witch ancestors and other sacred beings, they were filled with murderous aura and grabbed a demon from the Taiyi Jinxian realm.

"Tell me! What's going on!"

The voice was cold and full of murderous intent.

This TM was just listening to the truth, but he was beaten!

Where can I go to reason with him? Do you still have any face?

The demons were caught, and Emperor Jun was unwilling, "Zhunti, you dare to bully my demons!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of sun fire was shot out.

The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in Zhunti's hand flashed, and the Sun's True Fire disappeared.

When Di Jun was about to attack again, the demon in Zhunti's hand had dull eyes, and said slowly in a mechanical tone, "It is spread throughout the prehistoric world that there are six cushions in Zixiao Palace."

"Each cushion represents a holy position. Whoever gets the cushion will get the holy position!"

"As long as you can get the approval of the saint, you have the opportunity to sit on the cushion and become a saint."

Zhunti's heart trembled, "Holy position!"

The demons looked gloomy, and Di Jun and Taiyi looked at Zhunti coldly.

The three thousand saints looked at the cushion under the ancestor witch in disbelief, "So the feeling of loss comes from this!"

This is the opportunity to become a saint!

The three thousand saints breathed heavily, and their eyes were slightly red.

They have already experienced the power of the saints in Hongjun.

Beyond the realm of quasi-saints, no one in the prehistoric world can defeat them, and they rest with the sky!

Jie Yin's heart moved, and he asked, "The futon has been determined by the saints, and it cannot be moved recklessly; why are you fighting for it!"

"It is rumored that the two people in the West, Zhunti and Jie Yin, took the position of the saints by robbing the positions of Hongyun and Kunpeng."

"As long as the saints sitting on the saintly throne have not become saints, they have the opportunity to rob."

Hiss! !

After hearing this, the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa and other saints took a breath of cold air.

This is putting them on the fire!

The prehistoric creatures only know the facts, but not the reasons; they have no idea what happened during the first sermon.

Now they are swept up by a rumor, and dare to make trouble in the saint's temple for the sake of the saintly position.

Buzz~~~~

The noisy Zixiao Palace is getting more and more chaotic.

The saint Hongjun suddenly appeared, and the pressure from the saint instantly suppressed all the saints.

Hongjun, who had just emerged from retreat, looked at the chaotic Zixiao Palace with a confused face.

"What are you doing!?"