Prehistoric: Traveling through Fuxi and opening up the mythical Da Luofa

"The boy from the Yao clan is still brave and fearless, brave and good at fighting!"

"Nearly [-]% of the land occupied by the Wu Clan has been recovered!"

Tai on the side nodded a little, obviously very satisfied with the result.

Bai Ze continued to speak.

"Dozens of star officials have made breakthroughs in their cultivation, and most of the demon kings and demons below have also improved in their cultivation."

Hearing this, Di Jun's gaze suddenly gathered.

After the monster clan fought back against the witch clan, with the improvement of morale, the overall strength of the monster clan is also rising steadily.

As for the source of this, the words said by Taoist ancestor when he asked Taoist ancestor for advice suddenly sounded in Dijun's mind.

"If you want to become a saint, you need to unify the prehistoric world and enjoy the blessing of infinite luck."

And this move of the Yaozu to fight back against the Wuzu is just a fight for that luck.

Perhaps, the improvement of the overall strength of the Yaozu also has...

...! ! !

Intense pain spread from his heart, and endless worries enveloped Di Jun!

He was in no mood to listen to what Bai Ze continued to say.

"The demon king saw that there is a relationship between the human race and the witch race..."

The figure who had been standing upright and leading the monster clan forward suddenly fell down!

"Big Brother!!!"

"His Majesty!!!"

Two voices sounded, and Tai Yi stepped forward to support Di Jun.

"Brother, but is there a plot by that thief?!"

The Chaos Clock was summoned by Tai Yi, and the Heavenly Palace was illuminated by the infinite light.

Di Jun stretched out his hand to hold Taiyi's shoulder, and the sharp pain just now has passed.

But that endless worry still looms over his heart.

Di Jun didn't bother to answer Tai Yi's question, Hetu Luoshu emerged in his hands.

Countless mysterious words flashed in his eyes.

"Fusang tree?"

"No, the formation is intact."

"children?"

"Why aren't the kids on the hibiscus tree?!!!"

Hearing this, Taichi's body suddenly stiffened.

But Di Jun is still deducing at an extremely fast speed.

"Where is that?"

"Where?!"

The immature little Golden Crow flew high in the sky, and an arrow pierced through his body!

The scene of the newborn scorching sun falling from the sky fell into Di Jun's eyes.

"No!"

"Do not!!!"

"Houyi, Houyi!!!"

Two streamers of light flashed from above the heavenly court, heading towards the direction of the last few little golden crows.

This is the innate supernatural power of the Golden Crow, the Golden Crow turns into a rainbow!

I just don't know, can we rescue the little Golden Crow who is at the critical moment of life and death?

The Golden Crow Tenth Prince was still flying in the direction of Buzhou Mountain.

His mana no longer allows him to use a single magical power.

By his side, there was only the Ninth Prince of Jinwu who had not been murdered by the enemy.

And Hou Yi bent his bow and set his arrows again, intending to kill the remaining two little Golden Crows together!

"call out--!"

The sound of the arrows flying made the two little golden crows tremble!

Can't hide, these arrows can't be avoided at all!

Hou Yi's perfect archery skills were enough to make the two little Golden Crows feel desperate.

And the target of this arrow has already been determined!

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the arrow that was coming straight at him, and the eyes of the Golden Crow Tenth Prince were full of despair.

He reluctantly looked at the Ninth Prince of Jinwu who was beside him, and opened his mouth.

"Brother Nine, I..."

He didn't say a word, a huge force hit his body, pushing him far away!

"Xiao Shi, live on!"

This is the voice of Jinwu Ninth Prince.

When the Golden Crow Tenth Prince looked intently again, the Golden Crow Ninth Prince had already fallen on the prehistoric land.

"Brother Nine!!!"

He can't be saved, and he can't be saved.

Hou Yi watched the two little golden crows play out the scene of life and death in front of him with a blank face.

The longbow in his hand was pulled away by him again, aiming at the only remaining little Golden Crow.

Xiao Shi didn't care to be immersed in the life and death parting with his brothers.

He wants to live, brothers want him to live!

The flying arrow made him feel panic.

But he still flapped his wings, trying to dodge the sharp arrow aimed at him!

Hou Yi's eyes were full of indifference.

Little Jinwu's attempt to dodge was almost nothing in his eyes.

Even the Da Luo Jinxian couldn't dodge his arrows on the battlefield.

Just rely on him...

"when--!"

A bell rang, and the sharp arrow that was shot at the tenth prince of Jinwu was wiped away in the air little by little.

Hou Yi's face changed, his body stagnated, his eyes were vigilant, and he held the longbow tightly in his hand and looked at the two people standing high in the sky.

The life and death of the Golden Crow Tenth Prince was already on his mind.

The appearance of the familiar aura made Little Golden Crow feel relieved.

Then, he threw himself into the arms of Di Jun who was holding Hetu Luoshu in his hand at an extremely fast speed.

"Father!!!"

A silent choked sob stuck in the little Jinwu's throat.

Grief over the loss of his nine brothers ran through him.

But he couldn't cry out loud.

Tears were falling and couldn't stop.

For this little Golden Crow, who was only born more than 1000 years ago, what he encountered when he first entered the wilderness was enough to completely break his heart.

He wanted to tell his father that his brothers were gone.

He also wanted to say that sentence to Di Jun, if he hadn't insisted on touring the wilderness...

But he didn't do all of this.

Di Jun's hand gently brushed the little Jinwu's body.

The little Golden Crow, who was immersed in grief, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

In Di Jun's sad eyes, a tear finally fell.

His children, his ten children on which he placed his boundless hopes.

Why is there only one left? !

In the end... who is it? ! ! !

Above the heavenly court, Lao Tzu sat on the seat, holding a whisk.

Although he looked into the void, his eyes were still focused on one point.

"Oh, junior brother is really good at calculating."

With a wave of the whisk in his hand, the endless dao rhyme spread from where he was.

The remnants of the formation used to shield around the demon clan's heavenly court were all wiped away under this rhyme.

Everything that happened at Emperor Jun Taiyi has proceeded according to what they expected at the beginning.

Kuafu is dead, and Jinwu has lost nine sons.

There is no room for redemption in the relationship between the two Lich clans.

In a flash, I raised my head and looked beyond the 33 heavens.

"The teacher is recruiting, and the poor Taoist should leave."

Chapter 129 The Wrath of the Monster Race In the past, Emperor Jun and Xi Hetian were married, and these ten little golden crows were born after countless meetings.

But now, one died in the hands of Kuafu, and eight died under Houyi's arrow!

Only one out of ten!

This point is enough to make Di Jun burst into anger and completely go crazy!

And Tai's eyes were full of blood!

He has no heirs, and he simply treats his elder brother's ten sons as his own!

But now, out of those ten children, this is the only one left!

Two incomparably terrifying killing intents locked Hou Yi in place.

Under the coercion of these two quasi-sages, Hou Yi couldn't even lift the longbow in his hand!

"Demon Emperor Jun!"

"East Emperor Taiyi!"

Hou Yi gritted his teeth to support the terrifying coercion that oppressed his body, and blood flowed from his mouth and nose.

The Chaos Clock was held up high by the Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

In the sky, oppressive dark clouds enveloped thousands of miles around!

The stout Thunder that contained anger rolled in the dark clouds.

The two people standing in the air looked from Hou Yi's direction.

It seemed to come with the power of heaven!

"Pooh!"

Hou Yi said disdainfully in his heart.