Prehistoric: From Witch Soldiers to Hunyuan Wuji Luoxian

His body hit the temple heavily, turning the entire temple into ruins.

After this blow, the White Tiger Sacred Monarch was seriously injured, and his combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.

"how is this possible!"

There was an unconcealable shock in the eyes of Baihu Shengjun, his eyes were wide open, and he couldn't accept everything in front of him at all.

After being beheaded by the Wu Clan last time, the White Tiger Sage Monarch was very unwilling. In his opinion, the Wu Clan killed him by luck because of a successful sneak attack.

Now that the White Tiger Sacred Monarch has returned again, with the help of the essence of destiny, his strength is even higher than before, which gives him enough confidence to destroy the witch clan in the westernmost land.

However, this was the first time they fought against each other, and he felt the strength of the Wu clan again.

The power of the "Twelve Capitals Gods and Demons Formation" has been greatly improved!

The extent of this improvement far exceeds the improvement of the White Tiger Sage Monarch's own strength.

"cut!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches didn't talk nonsense at all, they caught up and chopped down with an axe.

"Boom!"

The White Tiger Sacred Monarch tried his best to dodge, the blow just now had already seriously injured him, if he took another blow, his strength would be greatly reduced, and he would really be at the mercy of others.

Wu Yang smiled and said not far away:

"You can dodge the first hit, which is good, but you can't dodge in time every time!".

The White Tiger Sage Monarch has been injured, and his combat power will definitely continue to decline, and the ancestral witches will not give him any chance to breathe.

"boom!"

As Wu Yang said, after the second shot, the White Tiger Sage became even more embarrassed.

Although he still dodged, his consumption was even greater, and his injuries were also rapidly deteriorating.

"I'd like to see how many attacks your "Twelve Capitals of the Gods and Demons" can make. Your consumption is probably greater than mine!"

The White Tiger Sage smiled grimly. He obviously knew the Wu Clan's "Twelve Capitals of Gods and Demons Formation" very well.

In his opinion, as long as he waits for the ancestors to exhaust themselves, then his chance has come.

It is precisely because of this that the White Tiger Sage kept dodging in an attempt to consume the ancestral witches to death.

However, the ensuing battle made him more and more frightened. The twelve ancestor witches did not appear to be exhausted at all. On the contrary, they looked like dragons and tigers. The more they fought, the more proficient they became, and their actions became smoother.

Even the power of their attacks has increased a lot.

"What's the matter with these ancestral witches? They don't seem to be exhausted at all. They look more like they are using me to practice tricks!"

The White Tiger Sage became flustered in an instant. The ancestral witches were indeed constantly sharpening themselves in actual combat and improving their ability to control the formation. As they continued to hone, the power they could exert must be constantly increasing.

After discovering this, the White Tiger Sage Monarch was completely uneasy, and he began to think of a way to retreat, but it was a pity that he had no way to retreat!

As the Sage Monarch of the West Pole, he couldn't leave this area at all.

The duty of guarding the land allowed him to stay within the bounds of the West Pole, and it was impossible for him to wander around. ..

This once proud status as a sage king has now become an invisible cage to imprison him!

"Boom!"

The ancestral witches struck again, and the white tiger sage was unable to avoid it in a panic, and was cut off by a hind leg in an instant.

A large amount of blood spewed out, and the state of the White Tiger Sage plummeted.

"Oh!"

However, before Baihu Shengjun recovered from the pain, the ancestral witches had already called again.

The seriously injured White Tiger Sage King had no time to dodge, he roared and rushed forward frantically, fighting desperately with the ancestral witches.

"Roar!"

The White Tiger Sacred Monarch unleashed the strongest attack, and the Nageng Golden Divine Saber turned into a real magic weapon, and slashed towards Pangu's figure.

At this moment of life and death, the potential of the White Tiger Sacred Monarch was fully stimulated, and his fighting power at this moment has far exceeded the usual, it can be said that he has exploded to [-] points of fighting power.

This also gave Baihu Shengjun another glimmer of hope in his eyes. You must know that he could not completely condense the Gengjin Divine Sword into a real thing before.

Under the pressure of life and death, he obviously broke through again.

"Oh!"

However, all this is in vain.

When the ax fell, the golden knife shattered, and the white tiger died.

The White Tiger Sage Lord has indeed improved a lot this time, but it is a pity that compared with the Wu Clan, he is still a little worse.

Under the blessing of the [Shensha Treasure Banner], the Twelve Ancestral Witches increased the power of the formation by more than half, and coupled with the effect of the [Sixth Form of Opening the Sky], the power was almost doubled.

With such a powerful bonus, the improvement of the White Tiger Sacred Monarch is far from enough.

Wu Yang stepped forward and put away the body of the White Tiger Sage Monarch again. This is more precious blood and body than last time, how could he give up.

"This white tiger sage is weird. After the Qinglong sage was killed by us, his strength plummeted, and he no longer dared to come out arrogantly. But the white tiger sage's strength is not retreating, but advancing. This is not in line with common sense."

Wu Yang said.

If calculated normally, the White Tiger Sacred Monarch was killed and his body was taken away by Wu Yang. If he wanted to reshape his body again, he would definitely consume a lot of energy, which would definitely cause great harm to his own realm.

But now it seems that the White Tiger Sage has not only recovered quickly, but also improved in strength.

If there is nothing tricky in this, I am afraid no one will believe it.

Emperor Jiang Zuwu said indifferently:

"No matter what's in it, one thing remains the same. Once the White Tiger Sage Lord returns, we will kill him once to see how far he can be promoted!".

Emperor Jiang Zuwu is also a ruthless person, and it is clear from heaven that he wants to support the White Tiger Sage Lord and use him to target the witch clan.

The witch clan kept killing the White Tiger Sage Monarch, in order to consume the Dao of Heaven in turn.

It is impossible for Tiandao to help the White Tiger Sage Monarch out of thin air all the time. If it wants to keep the White Tiger Sage Monarch's strength, it also needs to pay some price.

In this way, Tiandao will continue to help the White Tiger Sage Monarch, and the Wu Clan will destroy each other again and again, which will form a war of attrition.

In the future, the power of Heavenly Dao will definitely be affected in this process, and the Wu Clan is just moving their hands.

Wu Yang shook his head and smiled, Dijiang Zuwu's idea was really good.

There is no reason to deal with an existence like the White Tiger Sage Monarch. If you catch it, you will kill it directly.

The ancestral witches got up and left. At this time, the White Tiger Sage was hidden in the way of heaven, and his physical body was taken away again, which made him need to continue to wear down his strength to reshape his real body.

"Wu Yang, you Wu clan will definitely be destroyed by my own hands!"

The White Tiger Sage roared ferociously. This was the second time he had been killed by the Wu Clan. If it wasn't for a ray of true spirit enshrined in the Dao of Heaven, he would have been wiped out long ago.

However, even if the White Tiger Sacred Lord survived by chance, his strength has been greatly reduced. If he came to the prehistoric world again, he might fall out of the sub-sage realm.

The essence of that day's destiny has long been consumed, and the White Tiger Sage has nothing to do.

Seeing his own realm slipping helplessly, the anger in his heart became more violent.

It's a pity that Tiandao didn't continue to help Baihu Shengjun, this time Baihu Shengjun could only rely on himself.

At this time, Wu Yang and the others had returned to the tribe, and the secret agents of the Wu tribe began to pay close attention to the changes in the West Pole.

As long as the white tiger sage returns again, the ancestral witches will come soon and kill it again.

"It's not a big deal to kill the White Tiger Sage, but you can get some rewards after all, right?"

Wu Yang sat in the stone hall, waiting for the reward with peace of mind.

At this time, Wu Yang opened the gourd of good fortune, and the twelve-winged golden cicada had already started to devour the body of the white tiger sage. Significance.

"master!"

Seeing Wu Yang's arrival, the Twelve-Winged Cicada just said hello and continued to devour it.

Wu Yang didn't bother, he came to the Six Paths Holy Spirit Tree, just now Wu Yang noticed that the dead energy inside the Qiankun Gourd had been completely absorbed, and the Six Paths Holy Spirit Tree emitted a wave of "dissatisfaction".

It was precisely when Wu Yang noticed this change that he took the initiative to come in and check.

"The death energy collected from the West Pole is exhausted, it seems necessary to go to Tianmen Mountain, there should be a lot of death energy there."

Looking at the Chaos-level spiritual fruit that was maturing day by day, Wu Yang decided to go to Tianmen Mountain to find out.

Tianmen Mountain is the base camp of the monster clan, and many monks died before, so there will definitely be no less death there.

Chapter 321: Cultivate the Holy Spirit Tree of the Six Paths, and the Mysterious Six Paths Emerge!

Wu Yang looked at the Holy Spirit Tree of the Six Paths in front of him. After so many years of cultivation, this chaotic spiritual root has matured a lot again.

If Wu Yang can find a large amount of dead energy again, the spiritual fruit on the tree of the six paths of the holy spirit will definitely ripen quickly.

Just as Wu Yang was looking at it, the reward for surviving this time had already arrived.

[Rebirth of the Primordial World No. 20 In the fourth year, you and all the ancestral witches entered the land of the West Pole, killed the White Tiger Sage, successfully destroyed his plan, and obtained the survival reward: the best innate spiritual root upgrade A jade talisman. 】

When Wu Yang saw the reward this time, he pouted immediately, the reward was really too little, completely different from the previous big explosion.

"It seems that this battle has little impact on the future, so the rewards will be reduced."

Wu Yang had predicted this a long time ago. When they took away Hetu Luoshu, the rewards were very small.

From Wu Yang's point of view, the demon clan at that time was no longer a big threat, so beheading them was of little significance, and the final reward was indeed not very generous.

The same is true for this white tiger sage now. Although he has the strength of a sub-sage, he can be easily wiped out by the "Twelve Capitals of the Gods and Demons" of the ancestral witches.

The role that the White Tiger Sacred Monarch can play is also extremely small, so after killing him, Wu Yang won't get much rewards either.

"It's better than nothing."

Wu Yang comforted himself, he only has two top-grade innate spiritual roots in his hand.

Banana tree, time vine.

Other than that, most of the rest are innate high-grade spirit roots, already weaker existences.

"The banana tree is not very useful. I still can't use the banana fans on it. On the contrary, I can't use the time vine. Although I can't use it, it can be used by the twelve-winged golden cicada."

Wu Yang now intends to cultivate the Twelve-Winged Cicada. If the Time Vine is upgraded, the Twelve-winged Cicada will get greater benefits when practicing on it.

With this in mind, Wu Yang directly activated the jade talisman to lift up the time vine in the Qiankun gourd.

This time vine is the best innate spiritual root, but it is an extremely special existence.

The time vine does not bloom or bear fruit, and there is no spiritual treasure on it, but it itself is a very good refining material.

If the time vine is promoted again, its climbing level will be directly raised to the chaos level.

At this time, the Twelve-Winged Golden Cicada also sensed the change of the Time Vine, and its eyes were full of joy.

The Twelve Winged Cicada was obviously very happy about the improvement of the Time Vine.

Now the time vine is growing rapidly inside the Qiankun gourd, and the tough vine spreads to the top of the mountain ridge, entwining back and forth between several mountain tops, looking like it is about to occupy the surrounding mountains.

The Twelve-Winged Golden Cicada had devoured the flesh and blood essence of the White Tiger Sage Monarch again, so it flapped its wings and landed on the time vine.

A wave of abundant time power spread out, and was instantly absorbed by the Twelve-Winged Golden Cicada.

It waved its wings excitedly, obviously getting a lot of benefits.

Seeing this, Wu Yang also looked at the time vine curiously.

At this time, both the Demon God Chonghu and the Divine Lord of Jiuyuanshuifu also sensed the strong power of time around them. After all, the small world inside the Qiankun Gourd is limited in size, and the power emitted by the powerful time vine is overwhelming, and it is easy to be sensed .

"Chaos spirit root."

The Demon God Chonghu spoke, and he felt that powerful aura.

At this time, the time vine has indeed been promoted to a chaotic level spiritual root, and the infinite power of time pervades the time vine, making the surrounding world be exaggerated with the breath of the law of time.

The small world of Wuyang has already taken shape, but after the initial growth period, the space here has completely stopped expanding.

Without internal motivation to drive it to continue to grow, it is difficult for this small world to make a big breakthrough, which is completely different from the situation in the prehistoric world.

The improvement of the prehistoric world is continuous, and like the small world inside the Qiankun gourd, it will not grow by itself, unless it is under the action of external forces, it is possible to improve its level.

Now that the promotion power of this small thousand world is exhausted, its path of promotion has come to a complete stop.

At this time, the time vine broke through to the low-grade chaotic spiritual root level, and the time law contained in it overflowed and merged into this small world, and at the same time, it also made the entire small world more time law.