The DNF Puppet Master of Meiman

Chapter 348 Chapter 307
Of course, Mu Feifei is not such a narcissistic person, but he has an idea, that is, Chaos, maybe it is his own system. Mu Feifei saw his own system merged into Chaos with his own eyes. Appeared, and, and the legend, not the same.

Now, Pangu is not dead, the chaos is transcended, but the prehistoric land is just like the legend, with a hundred flowers blooming together, and various gods appear on the stage one after another, just like the legend.

However, Mu Feifei didn't tell anyone about this matter, because it was too shocking.

The time is long, the world is boundless, and soon, millions of years have passed, and the current prehistoric land has completely fallen into the hands of the three tribes. Others either surrendered or were killed.

Today's prehistoric is no longer the prehistoric one where Da Luo was king. The three clans divided up the prehistoric luck, and broke through to the peak of quasi-sage in one fell swoop. With the help of this luck, they all knew one thing, who , Whoever can control the luck of the whole prehistoric world will be able to achieve the supreme position of saint!

Only the three of them and a few innate gods and demons knew about this matter. The friction between the three clans was getting more and more intense, and the ancestors of the three clans who wanted to aspire to the ranks of the supreme, they all set their sights on Mount Buzhou.

"In the past, the three of us have all suffered losses from one of Buzhou Mountain's subordinates. At that time, we were just newcomers to Daluo, and we didn't know how powerful Zhunsheng was, so we were humiliated."

On this day, Zu Long took the initiative to find Fengzu and Qilin's ancestors, and began to discuss something that he has never forgotten: "A decisive battle is about to happen, should we cooperate first to kill the people on Buzhou Mountain?" Those people, kill them all?"

"I have no opinion"

Fengzu will never forget the shame of having his feathers pulled out, so he directly agreed. Although Qilin's ancestor felt that something was wrong, he looked at the two people who looked at him with great interest, Alexander, and finally agreed. down.

Returning to his own ethnic group, he ordered soldiers and horses, pointing at Buzhou Mountain one after another.

This was a battle that was destined to be engraved in everyone's memory. At this stop, Hongjun, who would become a saint in the future, and Luo Hu, who lost the battle and became the lord of the demons outside the territory, couldn't help shivering.

What happened, now, let's take it slow.

After the three clans assembled their troops and horses, they rushed directly to Mount Buzhou, while Mu Feifan and his party had known about this scene for a long time, and did not make any moves, just waiting for the ancestors of the three clans to show up.

There was a strange calm on and below Buzhou Mountain. Now, all the eyes of the whole prehistoric people were focused here, waiting for the speaker to appear.

The ancestors of the three clans appeared on the stage, and the real ancestors of the three clans came to the top of Buzhou Mountain. The ancestors of the three clans were full of power and aura. .

Don't get me wrong, it wasn't Mu Feifan who appeared, but Nuwa and Fuxi brothers and sisters. Now that their strength has reached the peak of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, facing the three supreme quasi-sages, their faces are indifferent and their bodies are free and easy. , looks quite striking.

"You still can't see through their cultivation?"

Zu Long looked at the two people who were like ordinary people without any aura of cultivation, and was taken aback: "Could it be that they have already reached that point?"

Not only Zulong, but even Fengzu and Qilin's ancestors found something wrong, their cultivation base increased greatly, and they thought they were invincible in the world. Looking at Nuwa and Fuxi who still couldn't see through, their expressions changed, and they really didn't know what to do. How to do it.

"Are you here to bring me roasted chicken and roasted unicorn?"

Even if she has achieved Hunyuan, her physical development has still reached its peak. Nuwa, who can be called the most beautiful goddess in the wild, still can't get rid of her habit of being a foodie. When she sees something, the first thing she thinks of is whether she can eat it or not. The second thing is to see what the other party is doing, which makes people dumbfounded, and there are many things that make people laugh.

"Dare to ask the two of you, but you have taken the last step?"

The one who spoke was the ancestor of Qilin, with a simple and honest face, he asked the most critical question.

"We didn't take the last step."

Fuxi's answer was reasonable, and Zulong and the others were relieved, but they didn't know that the last step they mentioned and the last step Fuxi said were completely different concepts, and this was also deliberately guided by Fuxi.

"Since you two haven't taken the last step, you should know what the consequences will be if you fight against the three of us!"

Zulong took a step forward, unleashing all the aura on his body without reservation, which shocked the whole prehistoric world: "I want to get back all the shame I have had today!"

"The last step brother said is not the last step you think!"

Nuwa looked at the Zulong who was rushing directly, smiled, and waved her small hand. A palm that fell from the sky captured Zulong again, and cut off a piece of meat from Zulong's body skillfully!

"Ahhh!"

Unexpectedly, facing Nüwa with his cultivation at the pinnacle of quasi-sage, he was humiliated again. The memory that was once sealed by Mu Feifan broke through the shackles and came back.

Under double desperation, Zulong's body continued to swell, and it seemed that he was about to explode himself in order to kill Nuwa!

Although Nuwa is now a Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian comparable to a saint, but without the backing of heaven and the immeasurable mana, she will still be a bit weak when facing a quasi-sage who is only one step away from the saint. dangerous.

The degree of danger is no less than that of carefully cutting nails, and the result is fatal!
"It's bullshit."

A soft voice came, and a person, like a fairy outside the sky, landed in front of Zulong. A finger lightly touched Zulong's forehead. Just like what he did before, Mu Feifei sealed Zulong again. Dragon memory.

His eyes swept over Fengzu and Qilin's ancestors who were extremely nervous. It seemed that if something happened, they were ready to run away.

"Everyone, I'm not in Zhoushan, I'm a place outside Fangfang, otherwise there will be cause and effect, if you want to do something, come now, if you don't want to, then leave as soon as possible."

Facing the heroes of the three races, Mu Feifei still had such a soft expression on his face: "Now, I will count to three. After the three counts, if there are any unrelated people staying near Buzhou Mountain, I will take action myself."

"I made a move, but it was very cruel. You can ask them, I believe they should have a deep understanding!"

Pointing to Nuwa Fuxi, Mu Feifei said loudly.

(End of this chapter)