"Crazy Heaven..."

“On.”

The top ten generals were dumbfounded and shocked by Taiyi's courage.

The prehistoric world is now a great world.

Countless powerful people were born, and Kunpeng lived in seclusion in Beiming, and Hongjun was in charge of the sky. Taiyi actually wanted to transform into heaven? What an amazing courage and courage this is. This step is that you must be attacked by the creatures in the world.

All beings are equal under the laws of heaven, who dares to be above them?

The thirty-third heavenly world was squeezed out of the gap and fell into the vast world, like a stone falling from the calm lake, rippling layers.

But the ripples are very small, so small that life without the five-dimensional level cannot be felt at all.

The small world of the thirty-third heaven falls on the top of the mountain.

The wind cannot blow down.

The water rolls don't leave.

Fire cannot be destroyed.

The earthquake remains unmoved.

"Okay, okay! Only with such a foundation can I become my unworldly career."

Taiyi laughed happily, while the generals looked at each other.

Bai Ze walked out one step: "Sir, is it too risky to transform into heaven?"

He speaks outright.

Now he is under Taiyi's wings and is protected by Taiyi. If Taiyi commits suicide, he will not be able to live a good life, so he has to stand up and stand up.

"adventure?"

Taiyi shook his head.

"If my plan succeeds, it will be that the power of infinite stars will belong to me."

"Who dares to be arrogant with me in the prehistoric land?"

"I am here to suppress the prehistoric world and immortality."

Taiyi's voice became deeper, his pupils emitted golden light, and there was a domineering attitude that was close to the sky.

"You can help me raise the fairy sky together, enter the sky, and suppress the stars!"

"Yes!" The top ten generals clasped their fists together.

...

In the end, countless corpses of creatures were left behind on Mount Zhou.

At least half of the creatures in the mountains have no bones left.

The Tao fruit was destroyed and fell into the prehistoric world to nourish the earth.

Only a few people gained benefits, while most people not only returned empty-handed, but also suffered heavy losses.

The River Styx returned to the Netherworld Blood Sea, and felt very hatred in his heart.

Not to mention my own inspiration, the trace of inspiration that the red lotus of the karma fire was cut off will not be able to be better after just one hundred or eighty years of cultivation.

Now the prehistoric world changes so quickly.

Who knows what it will look like in a hundred and eighty years?

It seems short-lived, but it is actually enough to happen a lot.

For example, after obtaining the green-skinned gourd, the Western Jie Yin Cunti began to plant spiritual roots on Mount Sumeru, and nourish the Western land with the spiritual energy of Mount Sumeru.

The main magical use of this green-skinned gourd is not to attack, but to his three lights of the gourd. This green-skinned gourd can condense the essence of the three lights of the sun, moon and stars, and cultivate these three lights of the water, which has extraordinary benefits for soil spiritual roots and so on.

Not only can it improve the soil quality and make the earth come into full vitality, but it can also promote the growth of spiritual roots and reproduce on the earth.

This is what the Western land lacks the most.

However, the types of spiritual roots in the West are still too rare after all.

After sorting out, Jie Yin and Zhunti began to travel to the prehistoric world to collect spiritual roots and immortal soil.

On the one hand, the Fuxi brother and sister who ran away with two gourds and the entire gourd vine were much more miserable.

He was chased by a group of powerful people and fled to the prehistoric spiritual abyss to escape the disaster.

But it was also unclear.

Fuxi's Taoist fruit was depressed, and Nuwa was even more injured.

Fuxi looked at Nuwa with blood on her face and couldn't help but feel distressed: "Just take one, why do you have to be greedy to get two? Even the gourd vines are gone."

I saw Nuwa smiled and the whole Lingyuan lost its color: "I am one, brother one, isn't it just right?"

"You...hey."

Fuxi shook his head, laughing and crying, and a hint of warmth rose slightly in his heart.

...

At this time, the twelve ancestor witches whose base was in Zhoushan were very angry.

Although they won this battle.

But Zhoushan was in a mess.

This annoyed them.

"Brother, we are in a disadvantage." Zhu Rong said with a bad look on his face.

Although he fought the craziestly in the previous battle, he was the most upset when he turned around.

This is Zhoushan.

The spine of the ancestors.

How can you do such an irreverent thing?

"Maybe we need more tribe members to protect Zhoushan." Houtu, who had been silent, spoke.

"Clanmen? Where did the tribe members come from?" Gonggong asked.

Hou Tu pointed to Pangu's blood pool and said, "Since we can be nurtured, we must be nurtured with other lives."

When the other eleven ancestor witches heard this, their eyes lit up.

"good."

"Miss Houtu said it well!"

"If more people of the same race can be nurtured, I believe I can protect Zhou Shan."

Di Jiang pondered for a while and said, "How to do it specifically?"

The twelve ancestor witches fell silent one after another.

This is just an idea, and it takes careful consideration to do it.

At this time, Zhu Jiuyin came to Pangu's blood pool.

"We are fertilized by the ancestor's essence and blood. Why don't we try using essence and blood?"

As he said that, he forced out several drops of blood and fell into the blood pool.

A faint wave of life swept open at the bottom of the pool.

"efficient!"

The twelve ancestor witches forced out their essence and blood to fall into the blood pool, and the breath of life intertwined, reproduction and violent fluctuations.

"Hurry, go find some spiritual medicine to put it into it."

Di Jiang thought that the senior invested a large amount of spiritual objects in the blood pool, which made them powerful, and hurriedly said.

So the ancestor witches began to search for spiritual objects on Zhoushan again.

This collection took thirty years to pass.

With the input of a large number of spiritual objects, the blood pool began to boil, the breath of life became stronger day by day, and some life placenta began to be nurtured in the blood pool. Until one day, the first witch creature jumped out of the blood pool.

Then, one after another, the witch creatures were born from the placenta, covering the Pangu Temple, with tens of thousands.

A surging blood energy soared into the sky and reflected in the sky, forming a terrible blood vision that shakes the vast world.

Although these witch creatures are not as powerful as the ancestor witches, they are all extraordinary. They are born at the four-dimensional level and each has supernatural powers. These supernatural powers are inherited from the ancestor witches and are extremely powerful.

"We will pay homage to the ancestor witch."

As soon as these witch creatures were born, they were intelligent and wise and worshiped the ancestor witches.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches nodded with satisfaction.

I feel that my efforts over the years have not been in vain.
To be continued...