Primordial Era: The Ten Deadly Formations are Broken, Shen Gongbao Asks Me to Come Out of the Mounta

"this?"

Looking at the black hammer that appeared out of thin air in his hand, Taiqing Laozi's first reaction was not anger, but confusion!

This is a post-heavenly grade innate spiritual treasure, both from afar and up close.

However, a mysterious being took the Kongtong Seal from his hand without him even noticing!

They even mischievously tossed him a low-grade acquired spiritual treasure hammer?

This matter was so absurd that even the Supreme Sage couldn't muster the energy to be angry.

Instead, they began to think about it very seriously.

"The Heavenly Dao Ancestor Hongjun? Or... the Great Immortal Yangmei?"

Taiqing Laozi was the first to think of two existences.

In the primordial world, someone could steal his treasures without him even noticing.

Moreover, he immediately erased the primordial spirit imprint he left in the treasure!

Apart from the Heavenly Dao Ancestor Hongjun and the mysterious and unpredictable Space God and Demon Yangmei, there probably wouldn't be anyone else!

But soon, Taiqing Laozi shook his head again!

The Heavenly Dao Ancestor has already merged with the Heavenly Dao, and his great power remains unchanged while his small power remains untapped. Such an existence would naturally not do something so perverse.

As for Yangmei Daxian, he had long been suppressed by Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao, and he couldn't even escape. How could he exchange his treasures?

Besides Dao Ancestor Hongjun and Yangmei Daxian, the rest are naturally the Heavenly Dao Saints!

"Could it be the two Western Saints?"

With such a good reputation, Taiqing Laozi naturally thought of the two Western Saints!

After all, given the shameless nature of the two saints, they might actually do such a thing.

Thinking of this, Taiqing Laozi's expression turned somewhat ugly. In the blink of an eye, he arrived directly in Mount Sumeru.

"Cundi, Jieyin!"

Taiqing Laozi's voice wasn't loud, but it instantly spread throughout Mount Sumeru, even alerting Zhunti and Jieyin in the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

"Senior Brother Taiqing, what brings you to my Mount Sumeru?"

Seeing that Taiqing Laozi looked like he was about to interrogate someone, Zhunti and Jieyin were also somewhat puzzled.

Their Western religion is confined to a corner of the world, although they often travel to the eastern regions to plunder.

However, it seems to have nothing to do with the Supreme Sage Taiqing and his followers.

Could it be that they accidentally led their followers to the Western lands?

"I ask you, is the Kongtong Seal in my hand part of your Western religion?"

Taiqing Laozi got straight to the point; as a sage of the Heavenly Dao, he naturally didn't need to beat around the bush.

"The Kongtong Seal? What do you mean by that?"

Zhunti and Jieyin were startled and immediately began to defend themselves.

However, seeing that Taiqing Laozi didn't believe it, the two had no choice but to make a vow to Heaven.

Upon seeing that Zhunti and Jieyin had made a vow to Heaven, Taiqing Laozi immediately understood that this matter was not the work of the two Western Saints before him.

However, he felt no joy; instead, he instinctively felt a chill.

The Kongtong Seal is a treasure used by the Human Sect to suppress destiny and represents the orthodoxy of the human race.

At this moment, his sudden loss of his position as the leader of the Human Religion has left considerable hidden dangers.

He founded the Humanistic Church to achieve sainthood.

The sudden loss of the Kongtong Seal was like a crack appearing on the foundation of his sainthood, casting a shadow over Taiqing Laozi's heart.

He had no time for pleasantries with Zhunti and Jieyin in front of him, and turned to leave without any hesitation.

"this!"

Looking at Taiqing Laozi, who had forced him to make a vow to Heaven and then turned and left.

Zhunti and Jieyin exchanged glances, both feeling instinctively uneasy.

That's incredibly disrespectful!

But soon, Zhunti and Jieyin calmed down.

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"Is this Buzhou Mountain?"

Under the perfect golden light that swept across the land, Zhao Gongming's speed reached its limit.

Within a few days, guided by some unseen force, they arrived at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

Looking at the Heavenly Pillar before him, now broken in half but still more magnificent than any mountain in the primordial world, Zhao Gongming was somewhat moved. If it was so magnificent even when broken in half, it was hard to imagine just how terrifying the complete Heavenly Pillar Buzhou must have been.

"Such a strong malevolent aura!"

Having just arrived deep within Buzhou Mountain, Zhao Gongming frowned slightly.

Dark red bloodstains remain on the mountains here. As the battlefield of the final war between the Lich and the Witch, he seemed to see the tragic scene from countless years ago, where the Golden Crow shed blood, the Ancestral Witch angrily crashed into the pillar of heaven, and hundreds of millions of demons and witches perished and fell from the sky.

Too many lives have perished here, and the boundless resentment and malevolent energy here are so great that even a quasi-saint level expert would probably not dare to set foot here easily.

However, the two golden wheels of merit behind Zhao Gongming's head were very conspicuous, keeping out all the endless resentment and evil energy.

"arrive!"

Soon, Zhao Gongming arrived at an empty valley. Guided by some unseen force, he threw a punch forward!

hum!

As a mysterious fluctuation appeared, Zhao Gongming looked somewhat surprised.

"This is... the Pangu Temple?"

Looking at the ancient palace in front of him, Zhao Gongming instantly knew its origin, and his face grew even more surprised.

The Pangu Temple was formed from the heart of the great god Pangu.

The twelve ancestral witches of the Lich War era, and even the billions of witches, all originated from the Pangu Temple.

However, after the ancestral witch shed her blood, the witch clan retreated to the underworld, and the Pangu Temple also disappeared from the primordial world.

Unexpectedly, the drop of Pangu's essence blood that the system rewarded was actually inside this Pangu Temple.

"Could it be that after the twelve Ancestral Witches were conceived, there was still excess Pangu's essence blood within the Pangu Temple?"

Looking at the Pangu Temple in front of him, Zhao Gongming felt a little apprehensive, as this was a forbidden area of ​​the Wu Clan.

Who knows what tricks Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, left behind in this Pangu Temple after leading the Witch Clan into seclusion in the Underworld.

But then again, risk and reward are directly proportional.

Pangu's essence blood—what a divine object! Moreover, it possesses the Great Array of Equality for All Beings, which can even allow sages to fight to a draw.

If any danger is encountered, it will only be one more chance to use the Equality Array for All Beings!

Thinking of this, Zhao Gongming stepped into the Pangu Temple without hesitation, which surprised him somewhat.

Inside the Pangu Temple, all was quiet.

Along the way, the weather was calm and peaceful; there was no danger, and they didn't even encounter a single living being.

"This is... the Blood Pool of the Witch Clan?"

When Zhao Gongming arrived at the depths of the Pangu Temple, an endless pool of Wu Clan blood appeared before him.

At this time, the blood pool that had nurtured billions of witches had completely dried up.

However, what truly caused Zhao Gongming's expression to change slightly was that at the bottom of the Wu Clan's blood pool, there was a brightly lit restriction. It was so conspicuously located in the blood pool that it was like a firefly in the dark to a Nascent Soul cultivator. Zhao Gongming didn't even need to actively sense it; he had already detected the existence of this restriction.

"Is there another restriction at the bottom of the Witch Clan's Blood Pool?"

Sensing the pull of Pangu's essence blood emanating from within this restriction, Zhao Gongming was startled, and a sense of doubt instinctively arose in his heart.