Prehistoric: Opening Awakening Hongmeng Painting Saint System

Not long after, Tongtian Fuxi and others suppressed tears and turned around, facing the [-] fellow disciples.

"From today onwards, we are all disciples of Primal Chaos Immortal Venerable, please remember this forever!"

"Although the prehistoric age is great, our love for thousands of years is unstoppable. When we meet in the world in the future, I hope that we will not forget the teachings of our master and keep our original aspirations in mind."

Tong Tian's voice fell, and before he knew it, two lines of tears fell down his cheeks.

"We will always remember the teachings of the elder brother!"

Hundreds of thousands of disciples responded in unison. At this time, in everyone's hearts, Tongtian deservedly became their senior brother.

For nearly [-] years, they can be said to have witnessed the growth of Tongtian.

"The sun, moon, mountains and rivers are still there, don't cry."

After Tongtian's voice fell, one hundred thousand disciples knelt down and bowed heavily to the place where Chu Xiao disappeared!
After saying goodbye to each other, all the disciples began to descend the mountain one after another.

Styx was the last to leave.

Since he was born in the prehistoric, only the ten thousand years of following Chu Xiao was the most peaceful time in his life.

After thousands of years of precipitation, he has long lost the monstrous hostility that he had when he first came here, and even the Yuan Tu sword behind him has lost some of his evil spirit.

What this change brought him was a pure way of killing.

Chu Xiao's teachings these years still echoed in his ears.

Taking a last look at Chu Xiao's thatched hut, he earnestly performed the disciple ceremony.

Immediately, Styx stepping into the sky step by step, appeared outside Buzhou Mountain.

However, the moment he left Buzhou Mountain, a familiar voice sounded in his mind.

"Styx, the way to kill is not blood, but the nature of killing. You have killed too much, and there is no need to slaughter living things."

"If one day you can completely restrain your killing intent, that will be the day when you will prove the Hunyuan."

Ming He froze on the spot in a daze, with tears in his eyes.

After a long while, Minghe came back to his senses, knelt down on his knees towards Buzhou Mountain, and bowed respectfully again.

"Students want to be taught!"

After all the disciples went down the mountain, Chu Xiao's figure quietly appeared in front of the hut.

Among these disciples, Chu Xiao is most optimistic about Tongtian.

Because Tongtian itself has a firm mind and has great perseverance.

At the beginning, he was just talking nonsense about the method of enlightenment, but Tongtian actually persisted.

Fortunately, it turned out that he was right in the end, and Tongtian's understanding of the way of the sword became more and more refined as he continued to draw his sword and swing his sword.

According to Chu Xiao's cognition, the current Tongtian should have barely reached the quasi-sage level.

In addition, Chutian is most optimistic about Styx.

Although Styx is bloodthirsty, he does it out of necessity for survival. In the world of practice, the strong are respected, and no one cares how kind a weak person is.

And the path of killing that Styx walked was one of the so-called extreme avenues of chaos.

As early as in the chaos, there was a Slaughter Demon God who had comprehended the Dao of Dacheng killing, and he was invincible in the world.

If Styx can finally understand the Dao of Slaughter, his final achievement must not be inferior to the sky.

Strange to say, when Ming He was making his disciple's salute towards the hut before he finally left, Chu Xiao happened to be in that position.

This ray of fate in the dark also made Chu Xiao finally point out the direction of practice for Styx.

After a while, Chu Xiao, who was no longer troubled by the noise, condensed a paintbrush in his hand.

Just like in the past, one person, one room, one stroke, once again immersed in painting.

But it is said that after 10 people went down the mountain, a woman appeared in the Wu tribe, and soon came to the holy land of the Wu tribe.

"Foreigners who dare to enter the holy land of our clan, seek death!"

Seeing that the intruder looked like a human race, a group of Wu clan guards didn't care, and immediately raised their spears to kill the human race.

Unexpectedly, Houtu raised his right hand and pointed out, instantly trapping all the Wu Clan guards.

The scene became silent for an instant, until a few breaths later, a sound of thunder appeared, accompanied by a huge coercion.

"Your Excellency trespassed on my witch clan's holy land and injured our witch clan guards. What is your intention?"

"Do you really think that everyone in my Wu clan can be bullied?"

As soon as the words fell, a scorching heat rose in the surrounding space instantly, and a giant suddenly transformed from the air.

"Brother Zhu Rong!"

Just when the situation was extremely tense, the words from the woman's mouth made the giant tremble.

The giant frowned tightly, his eyes fixed on the woman.

When a fluctuation of the law of the earth system came out from the woman, the giant's complexion changed drastically!

"Background!"

The giant exclaimed, he is one of the twelve ancestor witches of the witch clan, Wu Zhurong, the ancestor of fire, and it is extremely difficult to produce emotional fluctuations under normal circumstances.

But he never thought that his little sister would turn into the human race in front of him.

After looking at her again and again, Zhu Rong finally confirmed that the human woman in front of her was indeed her younger sister.

"Little sister, why did you become like this?"

Zhu Rong couldn't help asking.

What responded to him was a laughing look from Houtu.

"The body of the innate human race is quite easy to use, you can also try it, fifth brother."

Zhu Rong's eyes darkened, and while he was quite speechless in his heart, he also felt eager.

"Little sister, you are confused!"

"My witch race originated from Father God Pangu, and it is already the first-class race in the world. How can a mere innate human race compare to my race?"

"What's more, if elder brother sees your current appearance, he will definitely be angry."

Zhu Rong worked hard and tried to persuade Houtu to change into the original appearance of the Wu clan.

"I do not!"

"This innate human body is easy to use!"

Houtu refused firmly, with a sense of arrogance on his face.

This innate human body was transformed by her according to the woman on Chu Xiao's picture scroll. He will never forget how surprised Chu Xiao was when he saw her for the first time.

"If I change back into a giant body, what if I meet Master one day, but Master doesn't know me?"

Hou Tu thought so in his heart, and didn't seem to care about what Zhu Rong said.

"Inheritance of the Witch Clan, how can you allow such a joke!"

Suddenly, another extremely majestic voice sounded in the Holy Land.

After a breath, another giant walked out of nothingness!

"Zhu Rong has met the elder brother."

"Little sister has met elder brother."

When the giant appeared, Zhu Rong and Hou Tu quickly met with the worship of the witch clan.

This person is the head of the witch clan, Di Jiang, the oldest among the twelve ancestor witches!