In the prehistoric times, vicious plots were frequent, the ancestor witch advised me to calm down

The voice of the goddess Nuwa was free of any emotion and resounded above the sky of the holy mountain of the human race.

Saint Nuwa did not want to get involved in the matter of the dismemberment of the statue of Yuanshi Tianzun.

In a sense, the saints stand together and they defend their own dignity.

However, the problem is that the human race does not know what kind of opportunity it has obtained. The sword in the man's hand has absorbed nearly one-tenth of the human race's luck after chopping down the statue of the saint!

You should know that the Four Saints each share 60% of the human race's luck, Saint Nuwa alone takes 30%, and the leaders of the three religions each take 10%.

The remaining 40% of the power of luck was returned to the human race.

It is not counted that the human race's martial arts have increased the human race's luck, but the help brought by the sword in the hands of the human race now is mainly a bit incredible.

"What if I could get this sword!?"

Yuanshi Tianzun also noticed the change in the sword, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he thought in his heart.

The reason why he did not take action and kill this human at the first moment was because of this calculation.

"If I could obtain one tenth of the power of the human race's destiny, I would definitely be able to far surpass Taiqing, and I might even be able to find that wisp of Yuqing Qi that is scattered outside..."

Yuanshi Tianzun is indeed a saint. All kinds of thoughts arise in his mind in the blink of an eye, and he is constantly calculating.

But before he could say anything, his and Nuwa's expressions suddenly changed, and they instantly turned into two streams of light that shot straight into the sky.

At this moment, all the human beings were confused.

"What...what happened?"

Suiren stood up with a dazed look on his face, and couldn't help muttering to himself.

The remaining many powerful human beings were also discussing and looking for changes at this moment.

"Could it be that something unexpected happened in the prehistoric world and a saint is urgently needed to take action?"

"Do you think there's a possibility that a powerful person has come to our aid and helped us survive this crisis?"

"In the prehistoric world, the only being more powerful than a saint is probably Ancestor Hongjun, right? But he has no kinship with us humans, so why would he always help us?"

"So what should we do next?"

When this powerful human raised this question, all the people present looked at each other in surprise.

chaos!

It’s such a mess!!

They had originally planned to pray to God and ask the saint for help, but now the statue of the saint has been destroyed.

Although we don’t know why the saint did not continue to attack the human race, the question is what should the human race do next?

"What should we do next? Of course, we should destroy the statue. Let us humans take charge and recover all the lost luck of our race!

Everyone, I know that I have committed grave sins and will not survive in this desolate world for many days, but I still wish that the sword in my hand would open up a bright and sunny future for the human race!

This man just went all out, and his words were like thunder in the sky.

He was originally only at the level of a celestial immortal, but at this moment, Captain Shuishen had vaguely reached the level of a Daluo Golden Immortal.

"I, Daze, will return the power of destiny to the human race today!"

The sword in Daze's hand, which originally had the ability to kill demons, has begun to change continuously, and the sun, moon, mountains, rivers, and human habitats on it have become more and more obvious.

It seemed as if an endless force of humanity was attracted by the sword and poured into it, helping it to change.

kill!

Daze was already angry, and he swung his sword directly at Yuanshi Tianzun's head. This time, he could be said to have rubbed Yuanshi Tianzun's face on the ground.

Die! Die!

But I'll disgust you even before I die, so what if I'm a saint?!

I will still chop off your head with one sword!

……

Not at the foot of the mountain.

The eleventh ancestor witch was madly inhaling and exhaling the bloody and evil energy around him, and his aura kept changing.

The ancestor witches, led by Di Jiang, have strange blood-colored runes engraved on their bodies, which are condensed from the endless bloody evil energy of the human race.

If someone with great supernatural powers could look at this time, he would be able to see that the human race has deep resentment and is also blessed with boundless evil spirit.

And the characteristics of these powers are clearly: killing monsters!

"Hahaha, I see. The Guchuan Zuwu's plan is truly brilliant!!"

Dijiang raised his head and laughed.

He only felt a surge of immense power rising up into the sky, and a bit of human power was added to his body.

He could destroy mountains and cut off rivers at will, and even exert his full strength to shatter countless stars and change the ancient celestial phenomena.

What's more, he masters the laws of the ancient space and his strength is already powerful. Now with the blessing of this blood-colored blessing seal, he is even more terrifying.

Gonggong stood on two dragons, and his green face was mixed with a hint of evil, but when he spoke, he spoke like the ancestor of witches.

"Hey! Now that we have reached a certain level of cultivation, the next step is to charge towards Mount Buzhou, declare war on the demonic heaven, and take it down!"

Zhu Rong rarely quarreled with Gong Gong. He could hardly hide his excitement at the moment and spoke to Di Jiang in front of him.

"Brother, should we head towards the demon clan's heaven now? I feel the power in me is constantly growing!

Let alone those two mixed-feather birds, I feel like I could even touch a saint!"

The remaining ancestor witches all expressed the same view.

You know, not long ago when Guchuan was preparing to confer the title of god, he had already made arrangements, which was to let the ancestor witch fuse with the "Demon-killing Sword"!

He also used special means to transmit the bloody evil energy, resentment of the human race, and the wishes of all living beings from the entire ten small thousand worlds to Pangu Palace.

There is also a special extraction method that Guchuan developed using his own spiritual treasure forging skills.

"Don't worry, even though the heavens are in chaos now, it hasn't reached its worst point yet!

More importantly, if we don't have the brains, we have to obey Guchuan Zuwu. He hasn't given any orders yet, so we just have to wait. Gaining strength is the most important thing now!"

Di Jiang is worthy of being the eldest brother of the eleven ancestor witches. As soon as he opened his mouth, he directly exposed all the shortcomings of his brothers.

“But, brother, from what I’ve observed, it seems like all the saints have gone into the tunnel.

What should I do if they attack my younger sister and Guchuan Zuwu?"

Xuanming, as the most careful among the remaining eleven ancestor witches, could not help but express his worries.

"Hey hey hey!"

Upon hearing this, Di Jiang smiled slightly and even laughed out loud.

"Don't be afraid, Gu Chuan has already explained before he left that if a fight really breaks out, the saints will not have enough time to manage the prehistoric world!

With our brothers' strength, coupled with the broken Zhoutian Xingdou formation, the demon race will be destroyed!"

When Dijiang said this, his expression changed slightly, and he repeated the rest of Guchuan's instructions in his mind.

"No matter what, my plan will make the Wu Clan the biggest beneficiaries of this incident!"

Thinking of this, Dijiang couldn't help but touch his head and thought to himself.

"We are all from the Wu clan, but what's with Guchuan's brain? Why is he so smart?"

……

The ancient tunnel.

Today, the Eight Saints gather together!

"How dare you, Gu Chuan, not punish me?!"