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

The holy mountain of the human race.

Guchuan stood quietly on the top of the mountain, his white robe fluttering in the wind. He put his hands behind his back, looking at the vast and beautiful scenery in front of him with a calm expression.

“Fellow Daoist Pingxin has been stopped by the Three Pure Ones, and Zhen Yuanzi is also deeply trapped.

Although Fellow Daoist Nuwa was lying high in the thirty-third heaven, he still could not take action.

In the entire prehistoric world, I am considered a lonely person."

Guchuan looked back at the intersection of human destiny not far away, his words mixed with the saints of the ancient times, with a calm feeling.

It seems that for Furukawa, he has accepted the destiny and the annihilation from the saint.

“Saint Master…”

Lin Dong, bathed in the aura of martial arts, looked at this scene and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

In his eyes, Furukawa now looked depressed, like a gambler at the end of his rope.

"Don't be alarmed. As the ancestor of human martial arts, you won't do anything to me when Patriarch Hongjun appears later!

However, if you can comprehend some of the subtleties of this upcoming battle, it will allow you to further advance in your martial arts. Perhaps you will even be able to become a quasi-sage and forge a path of your own!"

Gu Chuan instructed Lin Dong who was standing beside him.

"I...thank you, Saint Master!"

Hearing this, tears flashed in Lin Dong's eyes and he spoke with a sob.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the days when he was practicing at the foot of the holy mountain of the human race, surrounded by monsters and unable to eat enough.

And he also understood what kind of opponent Furukawa would face next.

But even so, the Holy Master was still paying attention to his cultivation. How could he not cry?

And the opponent was the one who shocked the entire prehistoric world - the Master of the Six Saints.

Ancestor Hongjun!

The man's name popped up in Lin Dong's mind, and he suddenly recalled that towering, majestic figure.

"Faced with such an existence, even Saint Master Furukawa chose to give up..."

Rumble!

A terrifying roar erupted from the west.

at this time.

Furukawa silently looked towards the west, and saw a towering giant fighting with a flash of light, and several saintly powers erupting around him.

"As expected, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were stopped by the Chan and Jie sects and Haotian Yaochi.

This is good, they already have some merit, so they will definitely not perish in this battle. If they are entangled by these people, they don't have to get involved in this war."

Furukawa Road.

He has gathered all his strength into his body. He has been cultivating Pangu's power, and every move he makes contains the power of destruction.

Today's battle will definitely break out in chaos, but the aftermath will still be exposed to the prehistoric world, and it is possible that the world will be turned upside down.

If the Twelve Ancestral Witches get involved, they will probably be hit by the rolling karma, which will directly cause them to die and turn them into madness.

"Everyone knows that I am about to die, but they don't know that although my current strength cannot compare to that of a saint, I am still capable of fighting. Moreover, living towards death is not an alternative path!"

Guchuan quietly waited for the throne of the Human Emperor to be passed on and the new Human Emperor Xuanyuan Huangdi to be enthroned.

As the Holy Master of the human race and the founder of the throne of the Human Emperor, he naturally has this identity.

As for the Virgin Mary...

After the human race held a ceremony to worship the Virgin Mary, the identity of Nuwa the Saint began to fade gradually among the human race.

However, the humanitarian luck that Nuwa gained did not decrease at all, and she was no longer willing to interfere in the affairs of the human race.

It's not that I don't want to, but I'm helpless.

……

Zixiao Palace.

In the magnificent and fairy-like Zixiao Palace, a scene of thousands of demons suddenly appeared, and then all of them were destroyed, and the starry sky appeared again.

In this change, Patriarch Hongjun, who was sitting on the main seat, continued to bathe in the purple light.

The outer membrane had long disappeared, and its figure seemed to have been refined or expelled. Everything was unknown.

“Although you, Guchuan, are an anomaly who can repeatedly seize the changes in the prehistoric world and use the power of humanity and the earth to help you escape.

But success is like this, failure is like this too. Without the support of these two forces, you will only turn into smoke and drift away in the vast wilderness!"

The ethereal voice of the saint shocked everything around it, and the rolling power of the laws burst out from it, enveloping everything around.

immediately.

A gleam of light flashed in the eyes of Patriarch Hongjun.

Patriarch Hongjun, who had been waiting for the opportunity to come, finally saw the chance.

In an instant, Patriarch Hongjun, who was originally sitting in the Zixiao Palace, disappeared.

at the same time.

Standing on the holy mountain of the human race, Guchuan turned around and silently looked at the torn space tunnel beside him, where a white-haired old man slowly walked out of it.

boom!

At the moment when the old man bathed in purple light stepped out, the sky and the earth changed color, and the sun, moon, time, earth, fire, wind and thunder four symbols kept surging behind the old man.

There was a vague illusion that a virtual world was being condensed by this old man. Just one glance was enough to make people know that this old man possessed supreme terror.

"Gu Chuan, you are an anomaly, and you have roamed the ancient world for such a long time. Even saints have been used as pawns by you. You have enough to be proud of yourself!"

The vast and boundless voice of the saint suddenly rang out over the human race.

This force instantly suppressed the originally turbulent power of human destiny, and made Lin Dong, who was standing by, feel that his rushing blood solidified and his heart stopped like thunder.

The thoughts in his mind were almost frozen, but at this moment, the sense of terror continued to spread in his heart, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"This... is this Patriarch Hongjun?! This power is truly terrifying. Saint Master, please take care of yourself!"

A black light suddenly streaked across the sky behind Patriarch Hongjun, followed by rumbling thunder. The divine thunder condensed from the power of heaven containing supreme punishment burst out.

It caused Lin Dong, a powerful human, to feel pain in his eardrums, and also caused the many forces of humanity and destiny that had originally gathered around him to quickly collapse.

“As expected of Patriarch Hongjun, he saw at a single glance that my backhand move not only severed the tunnel but also caused the collapse of the power of humanity!

It seems that he is determined to kill me today, but there is one thing I still don’t understand. I wonder if you can clarify it so that I can die in peace…”

Looking at the ancestor Hongjun standing between heaven and earth, Guchuan's eyes were slightly dazed, as if he had never thought of it.

But then he seemed to have grasped the last straw and couldn't help asking.

"Speak, this is the mercy I bestow upon you. Even if you devote yourself to the Way of Heaven today, you will not be able to escape death!

The odd number can only die under this divine thunder and have no chance of survival! "

The extremely cold words of Patriarch Hongjun suddenly resounded in the world, causing all spirits to float and all living beings to kneel down.

He wanted to use killing to prove that everything in the world must obey the laws of nature, otherwise he would die.

"Old bastard, what makes you think I'm going to die?!"