Prehistoric: When a good old man awakens to the evil system

Seeing that a good opportunity would be missed, Hui Yu was unwilling to accept it. He looked up at the Chaos Clock, remembered the screams of his two younger brothers, and rushed forward again.

Taoist Mosquito broke through the formation, and there was no thunder falling from the sky. However, before he could stabilize his state, he saw Hui Yu charging towards him. He felt fierce and struck directly with all his strength.

Hong Yun was shocked. Neither of them had evaded or defended themselves. If they fought hard, both sides would be hurt. Not even the Chaos Bell could completely protect Hui Yu.

Before he could look any further, Hongyun waved his hand to cast a spell, but was caught by Zhen Yuanzi.

"What to do?" Hongyun asked hurriedly.

Zhen Yuanzi did not answer, but stared at the situation in the magic circle keenly.

Golden light clashed with black mist, and bells and ominous aura resounded throughout the world.

Suddenly there was a loud shout, ending with Taoist Mosquito being seriously injured, and Hui Yu and the others broke out of the formation.

The sky thunder roared down instantly, and the Chaos Bell blocked Hui Yu's head, causing it to shake.

Hui Yu was so focused on breaking through that Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi were not prepared at all, so Hui Yu could only bear it with his cultivation.

If it weren't for the Chaos Bell protecting his body, Huiyu would have been stunned when he didn't have time to resist the thunderous thunder that first descended.

After a while, the Mosquito Taoists also came out of the magic circle.

Another thunderbolt came down and hit Taoist Mosquito.

The mosquito Taoist did not resist, but directly transformed into a huge black mosquito, opened its mouth like an abyss, and swallowed the tree-trunk-thick sky thunder.

No one expected that this trial formation would actually bring two more quasi-sages to the Wuzhuang audience.

Even Tongtian couldn't help but feel envious: "Before, it was a pity that there was no new quasi-sage breakthrough in Wuzhuang Temple. I didn't expect that there were two at once. It's a pity that it was too early!"

However, Tongtian could also see that the thunder calamity of Hui Yu and Mosquito Taoist was definitely greater than one plus one, and it was obvious that Tiandao wanted to kill them.

However, when more than a dozen thunderbolts descended, Taoist Mosquito's body was filled with lightning currents, blue light flashed, and his body became unstable.

The panic of the Chaos Bell became weaker and weaker. Hui Yu was worried about damaging the Chaos Bell, so he directly cast a spell to withdraw it, and then resisted the thunder with his body.

In order to distract Hongyun, Tongtian smiled and said, "Tell me, who of the two will succeed first?"

Hongyun sighed: "Nothing will be easy!"

Mosquito Taoists use swallowing as a method of cultivation. Their karma is so deep that even if they were stripped off before, they still cannot eliminate all the causes and consequences.

Hui Yu is the Golden Crow. He came out together on the tenth day of the year and was burdened with great karma.

Even if the law of heaven does not harm them, it will be difficult for them to survive the disaster. What's more, they are all members of the Wuzhuang Temple. Heaven will never let them easily overcome the disaster and become quasi-sages.

The saint cannot intervene directly, otherwise the disaster will come back, and neither the saint nor the quasi-sage will be able to make a profit.

While frowning, Hongyun heard Tongtian's voice reaching to the bottom of his heart: "They are going to fall out anyway. The Chaos Treasure can shield the chaos of the universe and maybe save them."

"There is also the Book of the Earth, which was transformed into the irises of the ancient earth. Heaven would never have thought that the ancient world would be destroyed. The Book of Knowledge will definitely be merciful when it appears."

What Tongtian said made sense, but Hongyun didn't want Zhen Yuanzi to be in danger. After all, Zhen Yuanzi was the only Taoist saint in the ancient world, and he had been targeted and lured several times, which had already made the heavens hate him.

After the seven or forty-nine thunderstorms, the clouds in the sky became denser. Under the pressure, everyone except the saint felt frightened.