Prehistoric: At the beginning of the sword cut the statue of Nuwa

Chapter 73 Do You Think The Emperor Is Plotting On You?
One piece of terrifying treasure sealed off the chaotic void for hundreds of millions of miles, preventing Hongjun from having a chance to escape.

Hongjun was extremely weak, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he had lost the ability to resist after countless times of reorganizing his body.

Facing the slashing golden sword shadow and countless peerless supernatural powers, he did not take any action, as if he was quietly waiting for the arrival of death.

But Hongjun's bloodshot eyes were all focused on Di Xin's body, and there was no trace of resentment in them.

But it was chillingly indifferent.

"Di Xin, you will definitely regret it, without my prehistoric world, it may not be the best prehistoric one." Hongjun's cold, emotionless voice echoed chaotically, blasting every corner of the prehistoric world.

The next moment, it could be clearly seen that Hongjun's head was split in half by this sword shadow.

Immediately afterwards, endless peerless magical powers surged in like a tsunami, obliterating Hongjun's body, which was so powerful to the extreme, inch by inch.

Countless terrifying and peerless supernatural powers echoed throughout the chaos, drowning everything.

That area seems to have become an eternal vortex, all laws, time and space, do not exist in this area, and there is no trace of spiritual energy pouring into it to prevent Hongjun from reorganizing his body.

Sanqing and many Chaos Demon Gods, the ancestors of the three clans looked indifferently, and did not leave, but stood in place and watched indifferently.

A piece of terrifying treasure blocked every void, preventing Hongjun from escaping even a single hair or soul.

The ancestor of all races breathed heavily, his eyes were already shaken by this terrifying energy that seemed to be able to penetrate the heavens, and streaks of blood slid down.

But no one dared to blink for fear of missing any changes.

The existence of ancestor Hongjun is too terrifying. Will he really die like this?

In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed, and the saints and the Chaos Demon God are still watching the beaten vortex of eternal destruction.

Inside, there is no longer any trace of life.

Di Xin and Nu Wa stood in one place, their eyes were indifferent, and their spiritual sense observed every change in the void of billions of miles of chaos.

In the prehistoric times, many ancestors still stood in the sky, some of them were vomiting blood again and again, and the wounds that had been traumatized by the terrifying murderous aura before began to bite back.

But still no one is willing to miss this unprecedented scene.

Time is worthless to great supernatural beings like them.

century!

millennium!

Ten thousand years!

In the dark whirlpool full of disillusionment, there is still no movement, and there is no wave in the void suppressed by the treasure for hundreds of millions of miles.

As if they had made an agreement, Di Xin, the saints and many Chaos Demon Gods began to burn every void with their great supernatural powers and treasures, unwilling to let each one go.

In the end, Di Xin joined forces with the saints and the Chaos Demon God, using the Kyushu Great Ding, Taiji Diagram, Qiankun Ding... and other treasures with suppressing attributes as a guide, and set up a large sealing formation to seal off the hundreds of millions of miles of void. Chaos gas overflowed into it.

It is impossible for any saint to break through the sealing formation formed by so many great supernatural powers.

And they agreed with each other that no matter how hostile each other is in the future, if anyone dares to interfere with this area, they will attack together.

After that, just now they left separately, searching for fragments of the jade disc of good fortune in the chaos, the prehistoric, and the ancient starry sky.

This short life and death alliance, at this moment, is forever shattered.

"Ancestor Dao, he is really dead." The ancestor of a large ethnic group muttered to himself, with blood continuously overflowing from his mouth, but endless disbelief and endless fear in his eyes.

The ancestor of all races trembled all over, unwilling to face it, and did not dare to think about it.

What does Hongjun's death mean?
It means that the saints can make moves at will in the prehistoric world, and no one will restrict them.

It means that the Chaos Demon God, as well as many terrifying supernatural powers that were suppressed by Hongjun and dare not be born, will be born one by one.

In the prehistoric world, the rules that were not rules, the order that was not order, were shattered the moment Hongjun died.

It may be a good thing for many saints who stand at the pinnacle, chaotic gods and demons, and peerless supernatural powers at the pinnacle of human beings.

But for the prehistoric peoples, it might be a disaster.

What kind of situation Honghuang will fall into in the future cannot be deduced or imagined.

In the prehistoric world, under the influx of endless chaotic energy, the degree of richness of the innate aura has reached an extreme, endless treasures of heaven and earth have been conceived, and the prehistoric spirits, under this terrifying innate aura, will also be continuously absorbed. bred out.

A prosperous world also means endless fights.

The ancestor of all races was about to leave silently, preparing for the next thing.

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a bang, and it exploded in the prehistoric world, and the thunder of the gods of heaven exploded.

"how can that be!"

Suddenly, the roars of all the saints exploded in the prehistoric world at the same time, and the holy power continued to permeate, and the overwhelming prehistoric creatures could hardly breathe.

But at this moment, the ancestors of all races could clearly feel that the majestic and supreme holy power of the saints was continuously declining at a terrifying speed, and stopped when it fell to the realm of perfection.

"You expected this scene a long time ago, didn't you?"

In the ancient starry sky, Nu Wa looked at Di Xin with a bitter expression. She had just fallen to the peak of the Supreme Being, and the majestic purple energy in her body quickly dissipated at the moment when the heavenly thunder blasted the prehistoric world.

She married Di Xin and connected her luck with the human race in order to keep her holy throne.

Now that the Holy Throne doesn't exist, what's the point of her previous actions.

Di Xin put the wedding before the battle with Hongjun, could it be that he was plotting against her.

"Hongmeng Ziqi is originally a false holy throne created by Hongjun after he became a saint, with the help of the good luck jade plate, to evolve the way of heaven."

Di Xin took a deep look at Nuwa, as if he could see what was in her heart, and said indifferently:

"This kind of holy position, the primordial spirit entrusts the way of heaven, immortality, with the help of the power of the way of heaven, possesses the power of a saint, but it is not a real saint after all, and can be controlled by the way of heaven."

"The good luck jade plate is broken, and the control of the heavenly law over the flood is greatly reduced. Naturally, it can no longer provide you saints with the power of the heavenly law."

Speaking of this, Di Xin hooked the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand to lift Nuwa's chin, approached slowly, and looked at Nuwa's eyes indifferently:
"Do you think that the emperor is deliberately plotting against you?"

Looking at Di Xin's domineering and indifferent eyes, Nuwa felt a surge of fear involuntarily for some reason, wanted to turn her eyes away, and nodded with force.

For some reason, at this moment, it is obvious that he is still at the peak of human beings. Although his combat power is not strong, he is still an existence standing at the peak of the prehistoric world.But facing Di Xin, she felt at the moment that she couldn't use even a trace of mana.

　I recommend this book by my friend Tianjiu Madman, (People are in Fengshen: Sign in at the beginning of the game to Zhuxian Sword Formation), and add a sentence, this author is an old racing driver, you understand.nothing like me
　　


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