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

Kunpeng's voice fell.

In an instant, countless visions of heaven and earth appeared.

Chapter 173 Responses from all parties, the treasure of the human race

"Humanity, stand!"

Kunpeng's voice spread throughout the prehistoric world.

The vision of heaven began to descend.

The purple air covered the entire prehistoric sky, and endless creatures benefited from it.

A mysterious breath made all spirits fear.

This kind of coercion is even more terrifying than when Nu Wa became a saint.

The way of heaven has given humanity enough face.

He has already settled down with Styx, and the tunnel and humanity are located under the heaven.

The master of authenticity and humanity is determined by Styx.

It has to be said that Tiandao has already followed Dingminghe.

The way of heaven no longer cares about this loss.

After all, Styx had promised him to make the Dao of Heaven the Dao.

If heaven, earth and man return to their positions, Honghuang can be greatly improved.

The ancestral land of the human race.

Billions of human races knelt down devoutly in front of Kunpeng.

Suddenly, the luck of the human race began to condense.

Bits of light of profound truth flew out from every human body and gathered in the sky.

Soon, a million-foot-long lucky golden dragon was born out of nowhere.

From the sky, countless heavenly merits descended.

Most of the merits and virtues flew to Kunpeng.

A small part of the merits of the heavenly dao fell on the golden dragon of luck.

As for the human race, they practice martial arts, and absorbing merit is not conducive to practice.

Therefore, the way of heaven did not send merit.

"go with!"

Kunpeng gritted his teeth and put his own merits into the golden dragon of luck.

These merits are enough for him to become a saint.

But he was easily abandoned by Kunpeng.

Just because Styx had instructed him.

The six sages returned to their thrones, and the sage's luck was connected with the human race and fed back to the human race.

At that time, if you become a saint with humanity again, your realm will definitely advance by leaps and bounds.

With Styx, Kunpeng is not so eager to become a saint.

"Roar!"

The Luck Golden Dragon gained merit and swelled up again.

Soon, the golden dragon of thousands of feet of merit hovered above the sky.

Information about humanity appears in the minds of every prehistoric creature.

Wa Huangtian, Nuwa was furious.

The human race he created was picked by Kunpeng.

Kunlun Mountain, Sanqing looks at the coast of the East China Sea.

The vision of him penetrating the heavens and the earth made the three of them very curious.

The human race, the race created by Nuwa.

I didn't expect such terrible luck.

"Brother, the human race has a destiny with me in the West."

"The west is barren, if the human race is subdued, it will be considered a great merit."

Taoist Zhunti swallowed as he looked at the vision that filled the sky.

Obtaining the surrender of the human race is not far from controlling humanity.

"What the younger brother said is very true, then you and I will go to the shore of the East China Sea."

The leading Taoist nodded in agreement.

Then they left together through the air.

Demon Court.

"It seems that the demon master has initially taken control of the human race. This is the luck of my demon race."

There was a hint of joy on Di Jun's majestic face.

"Anyway, the monster race will withdraw from the Great Desolate Continent sooner or later, and this human race is also qualified to be the Lord of the Great Desolation."

Di Jun played with the Chaos Clock, rebelliously.

"There is also the Wu Clan, don't underestimate the enemy."

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches and others have been wretched in the Pangu Temple for tens of thousands of years, and they must have made breakthroughs in their cultivation."

Di Jun never underestimated the Wu Clan.

"Relying on the Wu Clan, we can't make any big waves."