The time of prehistoric times is respected

Shi Chen sighed and walked out of Pangu Palace, this prehistoric situation is not easy, even if he already has enough sense of crisis, he is still too underestimated!

The Twelve Patriarch Wu, who was guarding outside, came out at the hour, took a step forward, and asked,

"Old Ancestor Shichen, don't you know that our Father God has not fallen?"

All the ancestor witches looked at the time expectantly. The ancestor witches believed that the power just now must be the father god.

Shi Chen shook his head and said,

"Unspeakable!"

After speaking, he left straight away, leaving a few ancestral witches in a daze.

Did Pangu fall?He couldn't tell clearly, from Shi Chen's point of view, he shouldn't have fallen, but if the last ray of divine thoughts disappeared, Pangu might not be able to appear in this world until immeasurable kalpas.

Shi Chen forced himself not to think about these things, it would distract him, it was really a wave of ups and downs, and a wave of another wave.

Self-sealed this period of memory, the most important thing is to deal with the current matter well, the rest is to go to chaos and completely restore the cultivation base.

The strength is too low, this is the second time Shi Chen feels this way, the last time was still a long time ago.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches entered the Pangu Palace, and the Pangu Palace was still the same as before, as if nothing had changed, and it felt like something was missing.

"Brother, why do you think the ancestor came here at this time?"

Zhu Jiuyin asked.

"Well, I don't know, I'm afraid it has something to do with Father God, the ancestor of Shichen is mysterious and unpredictable, we should not make wild guesses about such a big man!"

Di Jiang warned, and remembered what Hongjun said before, 3000 yuan will not afford a war, so what will they do with 3000 yuan?

The formation of the Twelve Gods of Dutian has encountered a bottleneck. Unless the Hunyuan Xuangong is cultivated to the sixth level and becomes the peak of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal, Pan Gu's real body can have the strength of the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal in the middle stage.

Because the ancestral witch has a special physique, success is the same, and failure is the same. Honghuang has nothing that can make the ancestral witch improve physically.

Without the stimulation of external force, even if the cultivation of Hunyuan Xuangong keeps splitting and reorganizing the physical body, the progress is slow.

"Brothers, how about we enter chaos?"

Di Jiang suddenly asked the ancestor witches.

"Brother, do you want to speed up our physical breakthrough in the chaos?"

Zhu Jiuyin was the first to guess Dijiang's thoughts and asked.

"That's right, the Dao ancestor restricted us to 3000 yuan, so the demon clan must not dare to act rashly. Our clan is safe. Only by entering chaos can we break through the cultivation base faster!"

The ancestor witches thought about it for a while, and then agreed with Di Jiang's statement. Once the 3000 yuan is over, it must be the time for the Lich's decisive battle. One point is one point.

They have already experienced the power of Zhou Tian's Star Dou formation, if they don't make changes, it will be very difficult for the Wu Clan to win this war.

Immediately, the twelve ancestral witches flew up together, headed towards the heaven and earth membrane, passed through the heaven and earth membrane, entered the chaos, washed by the chaotic airflow, the ancestor witches felt a different experience.

Let the chaotic air flow wash over the physical body, use the Hunyuan Xuangong, the physical body begins to melt, and is reborn again, and so on.

Chapter 121 Nuwa Descends to Heaven

Nu Wa saw the battle between Tai Yi and Pan Gu in the East China Sea, and she was full of sympathy for the innocent dead. She, who was kind-hearted, couldn't accept it.

In that battle, the lich did not suffer much loss, but the East China Sea and the Eastern Continent lost all their casualties. Nuwa felt an indescribable feeling as she watched the monstrous karma swallowing up her luck.

Nu Wa had raised this issue to Di Jun more than once, but she was said to be a woman's benevolence, and she didn't care at all.

Originally, she had gradually integrated into the Yaozu, but Nuwa felt that she couldn't stay any longer. If the Yaozu continued like this, sooner or later she would follow in the footsteps of the three ancient tribes, so she went to find Fuxi.

"Brother, what do you think of the Yaozu?"

Fuxi, who was originally practicing, was a little puzzled by Nuwa's question. He didn't know what it meant, so he asked,

"Why does my sister ask such a question?"

"Brother, don't you think that the battle between the Liches will harm the peace of heaven? How can we break through when we practice the way of heaven and are entangled in karma? Why don't we go back to Zhoushan!"

Nu Wa frowned and said.

Fuxi felt that Nuwa was thinking too much, so he persuaded,

"What nonsense is my sister talking about? The Heavenly Emperor is not mean to us. With the blessing of the monster clan's luck, we have cultivated so much faster. How could we have such an idea?

The mere karma and luck in heaven are enough to offset it, so it won't affect us, don't worry, sister! "

Fu Xijue's Nuwa is sometimes too kind, and the hands of the prehistoric ascetics are not covered with blood. After defeating the witch clan, there will be no war.

Fuxi likes the feeling of being the leader of the Yaozu Yaohuang. He never thought about leaving the Heavenly Court and returning to Zhoushan to retreat and practice hard work.

Seeing that her elder brother didn't speak, Nuwa felt a little uncomfortable being watched, and said again,

"Sister, let's practice with peace of mind. Cut out the third corpse as soon as possible. The saint's opportunity is in hand. Become a saint. Don't touch karma, and everything will be gone!"

"Ugh!"

Nuwa sighed, and she guessed a little bit of Fuxi's thoughts. Ever since she persuaded them to join the Yaozu, Fuxi was no longer in his prime.

"Forget it, brother, let's practice with peace of mind, I'm overthinking it!"

Nu Wa said something again, and left the Fuxi Dojo.

Now in the heavenly court, Nuwa doesn't know what to do with herself. She doesn't like to fight, but this is not something she can change in the mid-term of a quasi-sage.

Nuwa got up and flew down to the 33rd heaven, the thoughts in her mind became active again,

It would be great if there was a peaceful race. Nuwa walked on the wild land without flying, feeling the prehistoric people.

After walking for a hundred years, I found that I was thinking too optimistically. Even the small race with the tallest golden fairy is full of struggles.

The elites of the monster clan have all arrived in the Heavenly Court. After so many years of development, a part of the monster clan that was left in the prehistoric land has also grown up.

The strength is not strong, but all of them are ambitious. They fight against each other, and the Taiyi Jinxian can occupy a spiritual mountain and continue to gather into a small force.

There are countless such small forces on the earth, and they fight back and forth to attract the attention of the Heavenly Court. It is the dream of these monster races to enter the Heavenly Court.

There are also cultivators similar to the devil way, who occupy the mountain as the king, and specialize in killing passers-by ascetics, refining their original cultivation.

There are people who are obsessed with the way of dual cultivation, and they attack the branches of the fox clan and the cat clan, practice both yin and yang, seize the vitality, and finally kill them brutally.

There are even those who are not long-sighted and fell in love with Nuwa, wanting to find her double cultivation, but were slapped to death,

For hundreds of years, Nu Wa has seen all kinds of prehistoric and desolate states, all fighting for their desires, by any means, and countless races longing for peace were forced to rise up and resist.