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

Faced with Guchuan's attack, the ancestor Hongjun was stunned for a moment, then reacted and became furious.

When he was furious, the boundless purple light above his head roared out, not only blocking the axe that was almost like the one that created the world, but also bursting out with the power of heaven, destroying all the aftermath.

"Hahaha, don't worry, Patriarch Hongjun. I won't completely cut off your Heavenly Dao bearing today. Come, come, let's fight in the chaos!"

As Furukawa finished speaking, his body moved slightly, leaving behind two bottomless pits, and then he quickly bounced up. In the blink of an eye, he penetrated the primitive film and came into the boundless chaos.

"Go away!"

Patriarch Hongjun roared and followed closely, his movement even faster.

As a saint, he tore the space in front of him in the blink of an eye, and when he appeared again, he was in the chaos.

boom?!

As soon as Patriarch Hongjun arrived in the chaos, he was faced with an axe. This illusory axe not only carried the artistic conception of the creation of the world, but also carried the faith of hundreds of millions of witches. It was extremely terrifying.

"Hmph, Guchuan, even if you have obtained the Pangu inheritance, what does it matter? You will still die here today!

Not only that, I will offer your spirit to heaven and earth, so that the world will understand that saints cannot be insulted!"

Patriarch Hongjun said with murderous intent.

However, Guchuan still didn't care. He stood in the chaos, like a blooming blood lotus.

Only attack, no defense.

Every strike has a sense of creation, and every strike cuts away all the depression in his heart.

In an instant, the boundless chaotic energy seemed to transform into the sea. The rolling chaos was continuously pushed forward, like rolling waves, and the raging waves rushed towards the Hongjun Patriarch.

"The first form of opening the sky!"

"The second move of opening the sky!"

"The third form of opening the sky!"

Rumble!

Every time Gu Chuan moved through the chaos, the surging energy constantly shifted, with even more power surrounding and boiling it. Even the four elements of earth, fire, wind, and thunder changed their forms at this moment. It was as if Gu Chuan had created billions of small worlds here.

Even the ancestor Hongjun could only retreat and even dodge under such a terrifying attack, and look for opportunities for himself.

"Damn it! This guy is burning his own soul and body. Could it be that he is trying to ascend to higher realms in this battle or is preparing to leave his name in the world?!"

Patriarch Hongjun's expression became increasingly ugly. While dodging the attacks, he was trying to find an opportunity to kill Guchuan. However, he would be hit by the axe blade shortly afterwards. Although it was not fatal, it was still unpleasant.

In less than half a minute, Patriarch Hongjun's face turned as dark as ink, and even the purple light above his head dimmed a little at this moment.

"Hahaha, Ancestor Hongjun, is this the power you're praised as the supreme in the prehistoric world? How come you can't even defeat a mere Quasi-Saint at the peak level like me?"

"Or is it that everything you displayed before was just a mirage, used to deceive others and make the saints submit, and you yourself are just an imposter!"

Guchuan's voice was like rolling thunder that pierced through the boundless chaos and fell directly into the primeval world, attracting countless people to gather around in shock.

It even gave rise to a somewhat unreal feeling.

……

The sea of ​​blood in the underworld.

Standing in the sea of ​​blood, despite the rolling waves and surging tides, and even the boundless stench spreading all around, a smile suddenly appeared on the face of the Saint of Reception.

He suddenly looked at the Styx Patriarch who was standing on the Twelve Level Fire Red Lotus.

"Fellow Daoist Minghe, do you know the background of this Guchuan?

This fellow Daoist is truly remarkable. He has been able to fight the teacher so many times in the chaos without dying, and he even dares to speak such outrageous words. If he cannot be suppressed, I am afraid that all kinds of disasters will befall this prehistoric world!"

The moment the words of the Guiding Saint fell, the boundless light of the Saint suddenly enveloped the Netherworld Sea of ​​Blood, and the overwhelming power of the Saint was exerted towards the Ancestor of the Styx.

Yes.

The Saint Jie Yin was tempted, and he was not only tempted by the Asura clan in this dark sea of ​​blood.

I am even more attracted to Guchuan, who was able to fight with the ancestor Hongjun for a long time in the chaos!

"Haha, Saint, you think too highly of me. If I knew that, why would I stay in this dark sea of ​​blood? I would have already fought my way into the wilderness and established a great reputation!"

The ancestor of the Styx laughed heartily.

It seemed as if all this had nothing to do with him, but he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. At this moment, he seemed to have seen Furukawa's victory.

What I encountered today.

"When Fellow Daoist Guchuan returns, I will definitely ask for everything one by one. I will also join the Western Religion and bring all my men back. I will even ask his followers to provide me with spiritual nourishment!"

The ancestor of the Styx roared in his heart, but looked into the chaos with even more desire.

There, I seemed to have seen the hope of surpassing the saints.

……

human race.

Shouyang Mountain.

Xuanyuan Daze, holding the Xuanyuan Sword, had a look of relief on his face. He seemed to have seen through time and space and saw himself who had dared to swing the sword at the demon clan.

"Saint Master, if it weren't for you, how could I care? This is the battle of today. No matter what, my human race will definitely help you overcome this difficulty. Even if we lose, we will make sure your name is passed down among the human race!"

Xuanyuan Daze, who was holding the Xuanyuan Sword tightly, suddenly opened his eyes and roared.

"Where are the strong men of our human race?"

"Today, our human race must help the Holy Master to overcome this disaster, no matter what, even if it means our race will suffer losses!"

The moment Xuanyuan Daze finished speaking, the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, which was emitting golden light, suddenly seemed to sense something and instantly pierced through the space in front of him.

"This... Could this be the Kongtong Seal, my most precious treasure of humanity?!"

Looking at the supreme treasure that appeared in the space opened by the Xuanyuan Sword, Xuanyuan Daze's words trembled a little.

"Hahaha, even the power of humanity is on my side this time. I want to see how Saint Master Furukawa loses!!"

Xuanyuan Daze, holding the airdrop seal and Xuanyuan Sword, had a more intense smile on his face.

At this moment, his voice passed through the two quality assurance rooms and was directly transmitted to the supreme human race. Moreover, with the help of the power of the eternal starry sky, his meaning was conveyed to the hearts of every human being.

“Fellow humans.

The fact that our human race has survived to this day is entirely due to the help of the Wu Clan, and the Saint Master has helped me a lot. You all know this in your heart, so I won't say any more nonsense."

"If you all want to save the Holy Master, would you dare to sacrifice him with me?!

Use the power of our human race to buy a tomorrow for our human race and a tomorrow for the Holy Master!!!"