Prehistoric: Blood Lord Styx, starting with 100,000 Pangu blood

Nuwa was dumbfounded, and Fuxi tugged at the corner of her clothes a few times before Nuwa came to her senses.

"Nuwa is willing to meet Master."

Hongjun released another burst of majestic purple air and distributed it to Nuwa.

Thigh, who doesn't want to hug?

Hongjun is tall, rich and handsome, the king of diamonds.

Hongyun, Zhen Yuanzi.

you wait for me.

Tutu, brother's penis.

Nuwa must pay in blood.

Glancing at Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun resentfully, Nu Wa regained her expression.

At this time, Da Neng, who was present, regretted his mistakes.

The futon represents the meaning of the saint.

Intestines are blue.

Especially Hongyun, this is a big loss.

He secretly scolded himself a fool.

Make way, let your mother fuck up.

Damn it, the holy seat is gone.

"Dare to ask the ancestors, I wonder if I, the authentic Pangu sect, the twelve ancestor witches, can become a saint?"

Not to be outdone, Di Jiang asked first.

With the majestic purple energy, there are only four paths left.

If you don't speak up and give Zhunti to pick him up, Kunpeng will be in trouble.

Besides, Kunpeng is from the Yaozu.

"The ancestral witch only respects Pangu, does not respect the sky, does not know the way of heaven, and cannot become a saint."

"But the way of Hunyuan, you have a little good fortune."

Hongjun said slowly.

Disrespecting the sky, but also wanting the majestic purple energy.

Will fellow Daoist Styx agree?

The prehistoric sky is the way of heaven.

Disrespecting the way of heaven, isn't this courting death?

Besides, the way of heaven obeys Styx's words.

Disrespecting the way of heaven is not disrespecting the Styx.

Dare to lose face, Zu Wu is looking for death.

Divided into four holy positions, Hongjun closed his eyes.

He didn't want to give Jieyin and Zhunti a majestic purple aura.

It is clear that Rahu detonated the Western Territory.

But karma, cause and effect, only fell on Hongjun.

You know how to cry when you are picked up.

Hongjun really didn't like it.

Seeing that Hongjun didn't speak, everyone thumped in their hearts.

There are only seven futons, but there are eight majestic purple qi.

It's not obvious, they still have a chance.

The most anxious ones are Zhunti and Yingying, as well as Kunpeng.

They were already ready to accept Hongmeng Ziqi, but Hongjun stopped.

Isn't this a waste of people!

Chapter 148

Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun stopped talking.

Zhunti received the introduction and acted again.

"Also ask Daozu to take pity on him."

"At the beginning of the Long Han robbery, all the western land lines were destroyed."

"The spiritual energy leaked, and it is still dilapidated."

"If there is no holy throne in the West, all living beings in the West will have no way to survive."

"Taozu is merciful, have pity on me, Xixi."

Bring up a nose and a tear.

He was lying on his stomach, miserable.

"The West is ruined, Daozu is merciful."

He was out of breath from crying, as if he was about to suffocate.

"Ancestor Dao, my demon clan is acting on behalf of Patriarch Dao to teach and transform the prehistoric creatures."

"The demon clan also has a holy seat."

"Please Daozu be merciful and bestow Primordial Purple Qi on the monster race."