Chapter 46: The Secret of Hunyuan! The Demon Race! Danger?

In the vast chaos.

The four sacred beasts are distributed in the four poles of the prehistoric world.

Looking at the prehistoric world below that has directly expanded.

"Good fellow... Qinglong, this little fellow of your dragon clan is powerful!" The white tiger in the west couldn't help but suck in a breath of chaos.

"Yes... it is quite powerful!" The Qinglong in the east looked at the scenes in the prehistoric world, forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, and pretended to be indifferent.

Unlike Hongjun, who met Ao Changsheng later, Ao Changsheng was in the Taoist temple at that time, so he didn't know Ao Changsheng's details.

Also different from the other four sacred beasts who discovered Ao Changsheng when Ao Changsheng achieved Daluo.

Qinglong's eyes were fixed on Ao Changsheng when Ao Changsheng was born.

After all, this era should have been an era when the dragon clan should have avoided the world.

But there was a dragon that happened to be born at the end of the Dragon Han First Tribulation, and then only a few seconds passed.

Before the dragon clan sent someone to bring it back to the dragon clan, it was the next era.

The dragon clan could no longer go out, causing this dragon to be lost in the prehistoric world.

As the ancestor of the dragon clan, how could Qinglong not pay attention to this special dragon?

Then...

He saw Ao Changsheng practicing the Zulong Breathing Technique.

This was nothing, after all, there was a bloodline inheritance, and maybe Zulong left this inheritance in the bloodline inheritance.

But... what was the situation with that method that seemed to have split the prehistoric world but did not hurt it at all?

When he saw it for the first time, his jaw almost dislocated.

However... after taking a deep breath, he could barely accept it.

After all, when he was born, he also came into the world with an extremely heaven-defying innate magical power.

But the scenes that followed made him confused again.

First, after Zulong fell, he collected the Zulong Pearl in the dragon clan's treasure house, and broke through the space and flew into the other party's hands.

Then...

When facing Yangmei Daxian, he actually used Zhulong's innate magical power, the Zhulong Eye!

That's fine, but the key is, how did you, a little golden dragon, defeat Yangmei Daxian, who is equivalent to the Great Perfection of Quasi Saint?

Golden immortal... Quasi Saint...

The gap between them is probably as big as three, four, five, six prehistoric beings combined.

Even if Qinglong racked his brains, he couldn't figure out how he did it.

Later, Ao Changcheng's achievement of Daluo didn't surprise him too much.

Didn't he break through to Daluo soon?

With the Zulongzhu in hand, breaking through to Daluo doesn't require claws!

Didn't he just kill a dozen Daluo in one battle?

Yangmei Daxian was almost killed, and there were still a dozen Daluo left!

Isn't it just a cultivation method that has never been seen before?

Is a set of cultivation methods that directly point to the Hunyuan realm very rare?

He is a holy beast at the level of a Heavenly Dao Saint. Is this rare for him?

Holy beast Qinglong: "Very rare!!!"

As for what happened in the East China Sea just now...

Isn't it a Quasi Saint? Isn't it just that the power is close to Hunyuan?

Isn't it just that a world is opened up casually?

Isn't it that this world makes the prehistoric world fatter?

Isn't it just a little bit difficult?

Winding in the chaos, Qinglong suddenly felt that his powerful body of a holy beast, why is he not fragrant!

"But, to be honest, I didn't expect that the cultivators who follow the path of Hunyuan can bring such great benefits to the prehistoric world."

"You say, are we wrong to restrict the spread of the path of Hunyuan in the prehistoric world?"

Aside, the clear voice of Suzaku reached the ears of other holy beasts.

"It's just an example!" Xuanwu on the side opened his eyes, then half-closed them, and spoke lazily.

"I don't know what kind of opportunity that little dragon guy got. He has practiced till now, but he has almost never absorbed any spiritual energy from the prehistoric world, and has very little causal connection with the prehistoric world."

"In addition to the means he has shown this time, he will not cause much harm to the prehistoric world if he practices in the prehistoric world in the future."

"As for other cultivators who want to prove the way of Hunyuan, the harm to the world is too great..."

"Like that Yang Mei, if she had not been forced out by the old Taoist Hongjun, I'm afraid we would have needed to take action."

The lazy voice of Xuanwu reached Zhuque's ears, and Zhuque suddenly woke up from the joy of growing up in the prehistoric world.

However, that look still seemed a little lost.

"Okay, don't worry, there will be at most four more calamities. After the Nine Saints return to their positions and suppress the prehistoric road, it doesn't matter how you spread the way of Hunyuan."

Xuanwu persuaded Zhuque as if he knew the reason for his loss.

"Yeah!" Zhuque nodded gently, and there was a little more expectation in his eyes when he looked at the prehistoric world in the distance.

...

Prehistoric world!

East China Sea!

Di Jun looked at Ao Changsheng's disappearing figure in the Taoist temple from afar, and the original killing intent in his eyes had dissipated for the most part.

Instead, he was deeply shocked and feared that he himself did not even notice.

In the prehistoric world, the strongest person at this time was undoubtedly the only Heavenly Dao Saint, Hongjun Daozu!

Although Di Jun had seen Hongjun take action.

It was the time when the other party easily took down the real body of 'Pangu' summoned by the twelve ancestor witches and saved them.

But that attack was extremely short.

Moreover, no one has seen how the battle was carried out.

So how powerful is the Heavenly Dao Saint?

Emperor Jun didn't know.

But thinking of the scenes that happened in the East China Sea just now.

He couldn't help but think of the idea that 'a saint is just like this'.

"Who is he... who is he?"

Emperor Jun didn't believe that Ao Changsheng would be a dragon that achieved Daluo tens of millions of years ago.

Even if the dragon clan was one of the dominant forces in the last era, Emperor Jun didn't believe it.

He would rather believe that this was a powerful dragon that had achieved enlightenment since ancient times.

But a dragon at the level of a saint.

If the dragon clan had a saint, how could it be defeated and decline in the last era.

Unless...

"Is it the same situation as the four sacred beasts?" Emperor Jun couldn't help but guess.

He knew the four sacred beasts, and many innate powers in the prehistoric world knew the existence of the four sacred beasts.

The scene of the birth of the four sacred beasts was deeply imprinted in the depths of their innate sacred souls, and they couldn't forget it even if they wanted to.

However, they knew the duties of the four sacred beasts, so although they were in awe of them, they were not afraid.

"Big Brother!"

Looking at the silent Di Jun, Taiyi forced himself to cheer up and shouted.

"Dragon Clan!" Di Jun took a deep breath and overturned all the impressions of the dragon clan in his mind.

What losers of the last era.

What a declining and primitive race.

Your declining race has a sacred beast behind it, plus a big boss who can challenge his entire demon clan.

"Let's go!"

After taking a deep look at Ao Changsheng's dojo, Di Jun turned around and prepared to lead the demon clan to leave.

After this defeat, he still had a lot to do!

"Leave? Haha, you can't leave!"

Suddenly, a loud and arrogant laugh came from the distant horizon.

Di Jun, Taiyi and a group of demon gods and demon clans looked around.

They then realized that, without knowing when, a large number of cultivators were flying towards them from all directions, and the densely packed cultivators almost covered the sky.

Although there was no formation and it looked a bit chaotic, the number was definitely not inferior to the demons of the demon clan when they first arrived.

The leading cultivator was none other than Dong Wanggong, who was named the leader of the male immortals in the prehistoric world by Daozu Hongjun.

"Dong Wanggong, what do you mean?" Di Jun looked cold, and said in a deep voice at the visitor.

"What do you mean? Haha, Di Jun, Taiyi, you trespassed into the East China Sea and offended the senior masters. Do you still want to leave safely today?"

Dong Wanggong looked down from a high place, looking at the pale-faced Di Jun, Taiyi and a group of demon gods from a distance, and the smile on his face suddenly became brighter.

"That's right! Is our East Sea a place where you can come and go as you please?"

"You'd better stay here obediently!"

Behind Dong Wanggong, the scattered immortals laughed triumphantly.

Beside Di Jun, Taiyi and a group of demon gods looked extremely ugly. If it were normal times, this kind of stuff would dare to talk to them like this.

I would definitely swallow it up in one gulp.

"Di Jun, Taiyi, you have ravaged the East Sea today, not only committing murder in vain, but also offending the senior masters."

"As the head of the prehistoric male immortals appointed by the Taoist ancestor, I, Dong Wanggong, will seek justice for the creatures of the East Sea today!"

The dragon-headed crutch in Dong Wanggong's hand hit the auspicious clouds under his feet, and said righteously.

That look really looked like a messenger of justice.

"What a sinister Dong Wanggong..." Di Jun's face was gloomy.

Just now, he had escaped from the destroyed world with great effort. Not only him, but almost no one in the entire demon clan still had the strength to fight.

If they were to wait a little longer, he and Taiyi might be able to recover some of their fighting power and hold out until the arrival of reinforcements.

But now...

Above, Dong Wanggong looked at the gloomy face of Di Jun below and was suddenly overjoyed.

Although he was the leader of the male immortals in the prehistoric world appointed by Daozu,... his sphere of influence was limited to the East China Sea.

The reason was the demon race.

As a die-hard supporter of Hongjun Xiandao, he believed that everyone who practiced Hongjun Xiandao was an "immortal".

However, in the prehistoric world, almost all the spirits and races joined the demon race, calling themselves monsters, not "immortals".

For this reason, they did not respect him, the leader of the male immortals.

For this reason, he hated the demon race.

Now he finally had a chance to take revenge, and he felt that all the grievances of the past were swept away.

However.

He also knew that this was not the time to be proud. The longer the time dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for him.

"All immortals, listen to my order... Kill the monsters!"

Dong Wanggong shouted, and took the lead with the dragon-headed crutch in his hand, and hit Di Jun directly.

"Kill the monsters!"

"Kill the monsters!"

A group of cultivators shouted madly, killing the monsters in the sea that had little resistance.

However, this was not because Dong Wanggong had a high status in their hearts, but because they were jealous of the bodies of the monsters.

The weakest monsters who could survive to this day were all Xuanxian.

The corpses of Xuanxian, Jinxian, and even Taiyi and Daluo monsters were extremely rare treasures on weekdays.

Now it was like picking them up for free. For these cultivators, how could it not be crazy?

Dong Wanggong controlled the dragon-headed crutch and hit Di Jun directly.

"Bang!"

A bell rang, and Taiyi, holding the Chaos Bell on his head, directly blocked in front of Di Jun, his face pale, obviously the attack from Dong Wanggong just now was not so easy to take.

"Brother, go!" Taiyi gritted his teeth and growled.

"Taiyi!" Di Jun's eyes were about to burst.

At this time, another figure of Dong Wanggong attacked from the side.

This was the good corpse cut off by Dong Wanggong.

"Di Jun, die..." Dong Wanggong's innate spiritual treasure, a pure Yang long sword, stabbed directly at Di Jun.

It seemed that Di Jun was about to be stabbed and died on the spot.

"Emperor of Heaven, go!"

On the side, a demon god roared and rushed over directly, blocking Di Jun like crazy, burning his body and soul to forcefully block Dong Wanggong.

But...

A Daluo was too weak for the good corpse of the quasi-saint.

With a flash of sword light, the Daluo demon god was directly pierced, and the pure yang energy wiped out his burning body and soul, and he fell on the spot.

"Emperor of Heaven, the demon clan cannot live without you!"

"Emperor of Heaven, go!"

The Daluo demon gods followed suit and rushed up directly, trying to stop Dong Wanggong.

"Damn it!"

Emperor Jun looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes suddenly turned red, and screams rang out one after another around him.

The massacre caused by the witch clan tens of millions of years ago appeared in his mind.

"Damn it..." Emperor Jun's voice was like an evil ghost crawling out from the underworld, filled with extremely terrifying murderous intent.

The River Map and Luoshu appeared directly above his head, and he was about to kill Dong Wanggong directly.

"Haha, Di Jun, today is your death day!"

The good corpse of the Eastern King directly wiped out all the Daluo demon gods that rushed up with a sword, full of murderous intent, without any "goodness" that a good corpse should have.

And holding a long sword, he attacked Di Jun again.

"The Eastern King, you dare..."

A furious voice sounded from the sky, shocking the sky.