Mutation of the Wilderness: Pangu Brain

"Uh, two hundred years have passed? Why does it feel like only a moment?"

Lei Chentian's eyes fell on the purple-gold divine dragon lying and sleeping at the entrance of the cave. After sleeping for two hundred years, the purple-gold divine dragon had been promoted to the high stage of Xuanxian. Even if the innate gods in Buzhou Mountain eat, drink and have fun every day, their cultivation speed is faster than the innate gods who practice hard in other places.

In fact, for an innate divine beast like the Purple Gold Dragon, sleeping represents cultivation. Of course, if he takes the initiative to cultivate, the speed may be faster.

"It seems that a lot of things have happened in the past two hundred years. Those dozen guys actually created the Witch Clan so quickly.

In addition, there are two new forces on earth, the demon clan and the immortal clan.

I won't talk about the demon clan, it must have been caused by those two crows, and what the hell is this fairy clan?"

Lei Chentian thought about it and calculated the secret of heaven.

Soon he calculated the current state of the prehistoric world.

"The immortal race was actually created by the Eastern King and the Western Queen Mother."

Lei Chentian said to himself.

Although Dong Wanggong, Xiwangmu, Taiyi Dijun and the other four are all top-level innate gods, top-level innate gods also have different strengths, and are divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower. For example, the Three Pure Ones are the upper-level innate gods, while Taiyi Dijun, Hongyun, Fuxi, Nuwa and others are middle-level, while Dong Wanggong and Xiwangmu are lower-level, and most of the twelve ancestor witches are lower-level, and a few are middle-level.

The reason why Dong Wanggong was able to fight against Taiyi Dijun was because he was born earlier and practiced longer than Taiyi and his two brothers. Otherwise, he would have been suppressed to death by Taiyi's Donghuang Bell.

With the Chaos Bell, a magical treasure of Chaos, in his hand, Taiyi can be said to be invincible in his realm. After becoming a quasi-saint, he is the number one person under the saint.

"Lazy pig, wake up!"

As he said that, Lei Chentian kicked over.

boom!

He kicked the thousand-foot-long body of the Purple Gold Divine Dragon, but he was kicked thousands of feet away by Lei Chentian, who was not even as big as his fingers or feet.

boom!

A long dragon-shaped pit appeared under the ground.

"Ahh..., who dares to kick you, Long Da...

A huge dragon roar sounded, but he stopped before he could finish his words.

The Purple Gold Divine Dragon then remembered that on Mount Buzhou, except for the beasts without intelligence, almost every god had a higher cultivation level than him. What's more, this was at the top of the mountain. Apart from the Three Pure Ones, only Lei Chentian dared to kick him.

Thinking of this, he quickly stood up and was about to fly into the air. Unfortunately, he was suppressed by the mighty power of Pangu on Mount Buzhou and could not fly at all. He was just flashing purple light all over his body and lying on the ground like a reptile that looked like a dragon. Although he had the Pangu aura given to him by Lei Chentian, this aura only allowed him to move normally on the top of the mountain and he could not fly.

After all, in the peak period of Mount Buzhou, no one except those with Pangu's bloodline could fly on this mountain, not even a quasi-saint. Even a saint was suppressed by Pangu's divine power.

But it is not the Buzhou Mountain that a small ancestor witch could knock down when he was in the late stage of Lich.

In addition, Lei Chentian now regards Buzhou Mountain as his home. As long as he is there, even if Pangu's consciousness on Buzhou Mountain completely disappears, Lei Chentian will not let Gonggong crash into Buzhou Mountain.

"Emperor, you are out of seclusion!"

The Purple-Gold Divine Dragon smiled awkwardly at Lei Chentian.

"Let's go, go for a walk outside!"

Lei Chentian said in a conversational manner.

"Outside!"

The purple-gold dragon was delighted. He had been staying in Mount Buzhou for hundreds of years and had already gotten bored.

Although Mount Buzhou is very large, there are few living creatures on it, and there are not many people who can really communicate with him. They are either wild beasts without intelligence, or innate gods like the Three Pure Ones, and they simply look down on him.