The Primordial Mosquito Dao Chronicle

Mosquito Daoist admired this person quite a bit; unlike the Three Pure Ones, he was too proud to admit his mistake. The person before him was only at the late Quasi-Saint stage, yet his composure forced him to take him seriously.

"This humble Daoist is Donghua, and I greet Fellow Daoist Beiming." Donghua was dressed in a white robe and held only a low-grade innate spiritual treasure in his hand, but his tone was neither humble nor arrogant.

Donghua? Mosquito Taoist thought for a moment, and the only thing he could think of in the end was Dongwanggong.

This person was formed from the first wisp of primordial yang energy at the beginning of creation, yet he possessed such magnanimity. It's unclear what his intentions were. He immediately asked, "Fellow Daoist Donghua, it seems you stayed for something else. Were you not here for the Primordial Purple Qi?"

Donghua smiled and said, "Everyone wants the Primordial Purple Qi, but it has already been obtained by you, fellow Daoist. I know that this item is no longer within my reach. The reason I stayed is that I have a deal to discuss with you."

"What kind of transaction is it?" Upon hearing this, Mosquito Daoist became curious. To be honest, although the other party had the cultivation of a late-stage Quasi-Saint, he was only using a low-grade innate spiritual treasure. He really couldn't think of anything else the other party could trade with him.

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An hour later, Mosquito Daoist watched Donghua's departing figure, frowning and remaining silent. The matter Donghua had spoken of was too outrageous, leaving him with an uncertain expression. He didn't doubt the truth of the matter; he would know once he saw it for himself. However, now was not the time to concern himself with it; he could only suppress it for now and deal with it later.

"Brother, what did they say to you? Judging from your expression, it seems like something unusual is going on." Styx had remained silent, simply standing to the side. However, since Mosquito Daoist and Donghua had used telepathy, no outsider would know what they said, hence this question.

"Let's discuss this later. Our cultivation levels are currently limited, and even if we knew, it wouldn't be a good thing." After saying this, he looked at Hongyun and Zhen Yuanzi not far away and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoists, how about we visit my Blood Sea?"

After seeing that Mosquito Taoist had taken on the task and had set up an array beforehand, Hongyun finally felt relieved. When asked about it, he immediately said, "Very well. Neither of us has ever been to the Netherworld Blood Sea. We can take this opportunity to have a good look around."

Mosquito Taoist knew the other party was just being polite, so he said nothing more. Then, the four of them rode on clouds and flew towards the Sea of ​​Blood.

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Just as Mosquito Daoist and Hongyun and the others were heading towards the Blood Sea, in another part of the prehistoric world, the Twelve Ancestral Witches stood before Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi, who had been stopped by them.

Although the Wu Clan also coveted the Primordial Purple Qi, they wouldn't antagonize Beiming over it. Their primary objective was to prevent Di Jun from obtaining it, and they had barely managed to achieve that goal. However, seeing Di Jun and his companion alone, they developed other plans: to eliminate them and remove two major enemies for the Wu Clan.

"Di Jun, let's see where you two triangular crows run to today!" Zhu Rong, with her fiery temper, said happily after seeing the two of them being stopped.

His favorite thing to do was fight. In his tribe, he and Gonggong were often at odds, perhaps due to a natural incompatibility. If it weren't for Dijiang's presence above them, their respective tribes would probably have turned against each other over this. Now that he had encountered the Wu tribe's greatest threat, he could finally unleash his full power, which naturally made him extremely excited.

"Dijiang, do you twelve ancestral witches intend to keep us here today?" Dijun asked Dijiang with a gloomy expression.

He and Donghuang Taiyi came from Beiming and have been besieged by the Twelve Ancestral Witches ever since. Although both of them now have the cultivation of a quasi-saint at the peak, the other side has received a boost in their physical cultivation after establishing their clan.

All twelve of them now possess the cultivation level of the late Quasi-Saint stage, with Di Jiang even reaching the peak of Quasi-Saint. Although he wouldn't fear his opponents in a one-on-one fight, the fact that they now numbered twelve greatly angered him.

"That's for sure, today is your day of death. Fellow brothers and sisters, set up the 'Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation' and finish them off as soon as possible." Di Jiang was also afraid that things might change if he delayed, so he immediately said to the eleven people beside him.

As soon as the words were spoken, the twelve people immediately flew to stand in different positions, and instantly a giant Pangu appeared.

He stood ten thousand feet tall, clad in animal clothing, and wielded a giant axe, its blade gleaming with a chilling light. The next moment, Pangu opened his eyes, which radiated unparalleled majesty, as if they could pierce through the void at any instant.

Just as Pangu's true form descended upon the primordial world, all the cultivators there turned to look. Many had just returned from the northwestern border, and now such oppressive power was emanating from there. But the only ones who could think of it were the Wu tribe, because everyone had felt this oppressive power before.

Several breaths had passed, and the oppressive aura had not yet dissipated. They immediately understood that the Witch Clan's grand formation could now threaten them. However, no one dared to go out and investigate. They all knew that even if they went, they would be powerless to stop it.

Although everyone's strength increased after Hongjun's sermon, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were no longer at the same level as before. Now, with twelve quasi-saints setting up a great formation, their oppressive power was many times stronger than it had been back then.

"Brother, you go first, I'll hold them off," Donghuang Taiyi shouted to Dijun as soon as Dijiang and his twelve men moved. He then summoned the Chaos Bell and charged towards the enemy first.

"puff!..."

Before he could even reach the Ancestral Witch, the great formation had already taken shape, and Taiyi immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. Feeling Pangu's oppressive aura at close range, even before the opponent made a move, Taiyi felt as if his body was being crushed. If it weren't for the protection of the Chaos Bell, he would probably have already perished.

Seeing that Taiyi was already seriously injured before he could even reach him, Dijun was filled with rage. Without hesitation, he released his three corpses, and then all four figures rushed towards Pangu. However, Dijun's true form stopped in front of Taiyi.

But the three corpses rushed to Pangu's front, and then three loud noises occurred.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three loud explosions resounded throughout the entire prehistoric world. Following Hongyun's self-destruction, another scene of the three corpses self-destructing occurred. Pangu was also forced back several steps by the impact, but at that moment, Dijun immediately grabbed Taiyi and flew towards the Heavenly Court.

By the time the Twelve Ancestral Witches realized what was happening, Di Jun had already vanished. They had no choice but to disband the formation. Di Jiang roared, "Follow me to the Heavenly Court!" Without waiting for a reply, he took the lead and chased after Di Jun.

Even Dijiang himself hadn't expected that the Pangu summoned by the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation would be so powerful. Previously, when they practiced the formation, they had always used the Pangu Palace to conceal their auras and dared not truly unleash their full strength. But now, after this trial, Dijiang's confidence soared, and he was no longer afraid to storm the Heavenly Court.