Transform into the Monkey King and awaken the 72 transformations

Chapter 605: The sky is falling! Golden lotus is emerging from the ground! Purple air is spreading across the sky for miles!
Feeling the pressure emanating from Zhang Fan, Jin Lin understood everything.

Zhang Fan did break through to the Ultimate Chaos Saint King, he really broke through!

"Are you a monster?"

Jin Lin gasped: "How on earth did you do that?"

"I went to the Jiuhe Universe and used the origin of the universe..."

Zhang Fan did not hide anything and briefly recounted his experience of comprehending the 49 great principles.

There was no exaggeration, but Jin Lin was still stunned.

"You! Your comprehension is so terrifying! Understanding the great truth is as easy as eating and drinking water!"

Jin Lin had a complicated expression: "So you came here today to refine the Hongmeng Purple Qi and become a Great Dao Saint?"

"Correct!"

Zhang Fan nodded slightly: "Last time, I was not strong enough and did not dare to refine the Hongmeng Purple Qi easily, but now I can!"

Jin Lin nodded his head: "Hongmeng Purple Qi is left to you by the master, you can refine it at any time!"

As he spoke, Jin Lin took out the box containing the Hongmeng purple energy.

When the box was opened, a round ball with purple gas rising from it was inside.

Zhang Fan looked at the Hongmeng purple energy and was not as excited as he was the first time.

Perhaps it is because of his increased strength, or perhaps it is because he gave birth to the founding spirit and obtained the Hongmeng rules.

In short.

Zhang Fan is very calm now, and there is hardly any ripple in his heart.

"let's start!"

Zhang Fan sat cross-legged, and the primordial purple energy flew into the air, turning into a purple light and penetrated into Zhang Fan's brows.

It is not difficult to refine the Hongmeng Purple Qi. As long as you can understand the great principles it contains, you can refine it easily.

Zhang Fan comprehended 49 kinds of great ways, naturally including the great way contained in this primordial purple energy.

There is no difficulty in refining!

"Ouch!"

"It turns out that this primordial purple energy contains the Avenue of Time!"

……

shhhhhh!
Rays of light shot out and gathered in front of Pangu Temple.

It is the twelve ancestral holy kings, no, it is the eleven ancestral holy kings.

The ancestor of the Holy King Gonggong did not come.

"Meet the Saint Ancestor King!"

The two guards bowed.

Zhu Rong, with his red hair, stared with his big copper bell eyes and shouted coldly:
"Where is the thief?"

"Reporting to the Saint Ancestor King, Zhang Fan disappeared after entering the temple!"

The guard quickly replied: "He should have gone to the upper level of the temple!"

"How did he get up there?"

Zhu Rong was furious: "Except for the twelve of us, ordinary people can't go up to the Pangu Temple!"

"How could he, an outsider, ascend to the upper levels of the temple?"

Pangu Temple is the sacred object of the entire Pangu clan. Only those who have broken through the Chaos Saint King are qualified to come to the temple for bloodline cleansing.

But you will only have the chance to enter once when you refine your bloodline.

Apart from this, ordinary people are not allowed to enter the temple.

Only the twelve ancestral saint kings can enter, and they can only reach the first 8 floors and cannot enter the 9th floor.

How could Zhang Fan, an outsider, have the qualifications to ascend to the upper level of the temple?

"This...I don't know!" The guard broke out in sweat.

"You two good-for-nothings, you can't even keep an eye on one person, what use are you?"

"Go away!"

Zhu Rong was furious. He waved his hand and blew away the two guards. He turned into a beam of fire and entered the Pangu Temple.

The other Ancestral Saint Kings also followed in, but from the first floor to the eighth floor, there was no sign of Zhang Fan.

"He went to the 9th floor!"

"This bastard!"

"We can't even get into the 9th floor. How did he get up there?"

"Maybe it's because of his special bloodline. After all, the last time he was undergoing bloodline cleansing, he was at the 9th level!"

Although the eleven ancestral saint kings were unhappy, they could not do anything to Zhang Fan and could only return to the bottom level and wait for him to come down.

However, Zhang Fan did not wait for that, but instead received a terrifying pressure. Boom!
An incomparable and terrifying pressure suddenly came from above my head.

Caught off guard, the eleven ancestral holy kings were bent over.

The two guards standing outside the hall were in even worse condition and were pinned to the ground.

"what happened?"

"What a terrifying pressure! Which Chaos Dao Ancestor has come to visit my Pangu clan?"

The eleven ancestral holy kings rushed out of Pangu Temple under terrible pressure.

Then the whole sky was filled with purple air, and the purple mist rushed up to the sky and spread all over the world.

Purple air spans 80,000 miles across the sky!
Endless colorful clouds swirled and intertwined, condensing into flowers on the ceiling, falling from the sky like raindrops, emitting a sacred and holy light.

On the vast and majestic land, countless golden lotuses emerged one after another, complementing the flowers falling from the sky.

Flowers are falling from the sky and golden lotuses are flowing from the ground.

The innate Qi and chaotic mother Qi between heaven and earth formed a huge tide, converging towards Mount Buzhou.

Finally, they gathered in the sky above Pangu Temple and condensed into dragons, phoenixes and unicorns, dancing around the temple.

Trees grow on the earth, exotic flowers and plants bloom, and vitality and fragrance permeate the entire world.

Watching the various changes between heaven and earth, even the eleven ancestral holy kings, who were crude and crude, felt their souls purified.

"This...this is..."

Di Jiang could not hide his shock: "The sky is full of falling flowers, the ground is surging with golden lotuses, divine power is surging, and purple air is sweeping across the sky for 80,000 miles!"

"This... this is a sign of sanctification! Someone has become sanctified!"

"Who? Who became a saint? And who became a saint in our Pangu clan?"

Zhu Rong looked around with eyes wide open, looking for the saint.

The other Ancestral Saint Kings were also shocked and full of surprise, but there was no one around, how could there be anyone?

"Could it be..."

The eleven ancestral holy kings seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly they all looked towards the Pangu Temple with shocked expressions on their faces.

Swish!
The void above his head began to ripple slightly, creating circles of ripples.

A burly man with a naked upper body and a body that seemed to be made of bronze walked out of the ripples of the void.

When they saw this man, the faces of the ten ancestral saint kings changed slightly and they looked embarrassed.

The burly man took a step forward and came to the front of the eleven ancestral saint kings, bowing slightly and saying:
"Greetings to all the Ancestral Saint Kings!"

The other ten Ancestral Saint Kings snorted and ignored the burly man.

Only Hou Tu nodded slightly to the burly man and said:

"Back wing!"

Hou Yi is none other than a member of their Pangu tribe.

Moreover, they are from the lineage of Hou Tu, and can be considered as descendants of Hou Tu.

The ten ancestral saint kings felt uncomfortable seeing Hou Yi because although Hou Yi was a junior, he came from behind and comprehended 50 great ways and broke through the Chaos Dao Ancestor.

Stronger than the Twelve Ancestral Saint Kings!
As the sons of Pangu the Father God and the oldest person in the Pangu clan, the Twelve Ancestral Holy Kings were stuck in the realm of the Ultimate Chaos Holy King for a long time.

It was natural to feel ashamed to be surpassed by a junior like Hou Yi.

In fact.

It wasn't just the rear wing that surpassed them, there were several others.

This is not.

Ripples appeared.

In the sky filled with purple air, several figures appeared one after another.

There are strong and sturdy men like the rear wing, and there are also generals wearing armor, cold and unruly.

There are also lazy and casual scholars holding feather fans, and beggars who are dressed in rags and have unkempt hair.

Every time one of these people appeared, the expressions of the ten ancestral saint kings became more awkward, feeling both embarrassed and unhappy.

These people are the Chaos Dao Ancestors and their descendants.

"May I ask Your Majesty, who among our Pangu clan has become a saint?" Hou Yi asked Hou Tu with a puzzled look on his face.

Hearing this, the other Chaos Dao Ancestors also looked at him in confusion.

Hou Tu hesitated: "It could be Zhang Fan, but I can't say for sure. We will know later if it is Zhang Fan or not!"

"Zhang Fan?"

Hou Yi showed confusion on his face, and the other Chaos Dao Ancestors were also stunned.

"Who is Zhang Fan?"

(End of this chapter)