Prehistoric: Opening Awakening Hongmeng Painting Saint System

"A group of lingering lonely ghosts, don't forget who allowed you to survive in this world!"

Hongjun's voice was extremely cold, containing a ruthless killing intent.

"Brother Daoist, don't worry, we won't fight against you."

Seeing that Hongjun was showing signs of anger, the Devouring Demon God waved his hands quickly, with a flattering expression on his face.

"But now that the Ding Six Sages are out of your control today, if you want to join the Dao smoothly, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult."

Immediately afterwards, the Devouring Demon God continued.

Hearing that, instead of improving, Hongjun's expression became more gloomy.

Except for Emperor Jun Taiyi, Zhunti, Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi were originally the sages of heaven he had chosen, but at the moment these four people have escaped his control.

Is it possible to count on those two guys, Dijun Taiyi?
Hongjun shook his head, and a white awn appeared in his hand, condensing a jade plate.

Then the jade butterfly slowly fell into the hands of the Devouring Demon God.

"This thing contains the original breath of the Dao, which is enough to wake up those guys."

As soon as the words fell, Hongjun's figure disappeared in the hall immediately.

Devouring Demon God carefully put away the jade butterfly, with a look of great joy on his face.

However, in the depths of his pupils, a touch of blood and cruelty flashed inadvertently!
Wild land.

In the territory of the Wu Clan, twelve ancestor witches appeared in the Holy Land of the Wu Clan at the same time.

Moreover, all 12 people had dignified expressions on their faces, exuding a strong fighting spirit from their bodies.

"I said a long time ago, those guys from Yaozu are not safe things!"

In the Holy Land, Zhu Rong's fiery voice resounded throughout the world.

I saw scorching flames radiating from his whole body, and a ferocious look on his face.

The rest of the ancestral witches were all silent when they heard the words.

Hongjun had just finished his sermon, and there was a calamity in the prehistoric world.

The reason is that the endless expansion of the Yaozu has shaken the foundation of the existence of the Wuzu.

There have even been several fights between the two sides.

But there are too many monster races, and monster race eyeliners are everywhere in the prehistoric world.

The witch clan was constrained everywhere, and even the twelve ancestor witches were full of anger.

"The Emperor Juntai and the other two relied on their identities as Hongjun's disciples and seized the sphere of influence of our Wu Clan at will. If they don't take action to punish them, what prestige does the Wu Clan still have in the world?"

Wu Jumang, the ancestor of the wood, continued.

The atmosphere in the venue once rose to its peak, and there was a feeling that as long as Di Jiang spoke, a terrifying battle would break out between the two clans.

Looking at the angry brothers, Hou Tu found that Di Jiang was the only one with a calm expression.

While hesitating, Houtu showed a look of something to say.

Her appearance was noticed by Di Jiang, and soon Di Jiang asked, "I don't know what my little sister thinks?"

It was absolutely impossible for such a situation to happen in the past.

As the head of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Di Jiang's cultivation reaches the heavens and the earth, and he is definitely an existence among the witches.

But now the form is different. When Houtu returned back then, he had already shown Daluo Jinxian's late stage cultivation, but now everyone can vaguely guess that Houtu's cultivation has probably entered the peak of Daluo.

"Although the Yaozu is hateful, the Wuzu is in a good stage of cultivation and rest. If a big war is provoked at this time, the Wuzu will obviously have to bear a greater price."

After a few breaths, Hou Tu expressed his inner opinion.

When she returned to the Wu Clan, she imparted everything she had learned from her master to the entire Wu Clan without reservation.

Therefore, for more than ten thousand years, the overall strength of the witch clan has improved by leaps and bounds and has been greatly improved.

Not only did she break through to the peak Da Luo, Di Jiang also entered the late stage of Da Luo Jinxian, and the rest of the ancestral witches also reached the middle stage of Da Luo Jinxian.

This is why Zhurong Jumang and others are so confident.

"Little sister, is there something I don't know whether to say or not?"

Di Jiang spoke while pondering.

"Brother, that's right." Hou Tu nodded.

"If you can invite Chaos Immortal Venerable out, then this battle will naturally disappear."

After knowing the existence of Chaos Immortal Venerable, Di Jiang always wanted to see the other party's true face.

Hearing this, Hou Tu's face showed a look of embarrassment.

"The master is on the top of Buzhou Mountain, but without his consent, even if I go, I may not be able to see the master."

Houtu sighed softly and said, why doesn't she want to reunite with Shi Zun.

For these years, he has almost always wanted to return to the top of Buzhou Mountain, but the words of the master are orders, and he dare not disobey them.

"Where are your senior brothers?"

"If they are willing to help, our clan will have a great chance of winning against the monster clan."

Di Jiang tried to ask again.

Among the twelve ancestor witches of the witch clan, the identities of those senior brothers in Houtu have long been no secret.

Tongtian challenged Hongjun's edge head-on, Styx intercepted and killed Zhunti, Kunpeng angrily beheaded the Duke of Dong, all these deeds were hard to erase in their hearts.

"Those senior brothers of mine are all unborn superpowers, but my younger sister is willing to give it a try!"

Tongtian Styx has successively achieved quasi-sages, and is already the strongest first echelon under Hongjun.

What's more, there is Hongyun, who is regarded as the pusher of the prehistoric era, who can summon hundreds of Da Luo Jinxians in a very short period of time. Such a force can be said to be unmatched in the entire prehistoric era.

Houtu left the Wu clan.

But she didn't go directly to Kunlun Mountain, but went in the direction of Buzhou Mountain.

She knew very well that the extermination of the monster clan was a serious matter, and without Chu Xiao's approval, the other senior brothers did not dare to act rashly.

When Houtu appeared at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, he restrained his cultivation as before, and walked to the top of Buzhou Mountain with a pilgrimage.

Houtu's arrival soon caught Chu Xiao's attention.

Originally, he was splashing ink, when suddenly the voice of Zhulong came from his ear.

Zhulong has an extraordinary sense of perception, and it is not difficult to find the back soil on the mountain.

A wry smile appeared on Chu Xiao's face, wondering why Houtu suddenly came to Mount Buzhou.

Immediately, Chu Xiao calculated with his fingers, and quickly understood the current prehistoric situation.

"The Lich Wars?"

Chu Xiao's eyes lit up brightly.

"Perhaps I can use this opportunity to spy on Hongjun's true reality!"

Chu Xiao still can't say for sure what Hongjun's strength is.

Because Hongjun never attacked him from the beginning to the end, whenever Chu Xiao used his supernatural powers to test Hongjun, Hongjun chose to endure.

Even Chu Xiao admired this kind of heart.

"Let her go up the mountain."

Chu Xiao opened his mouth lightly.