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

Chapter 82 Houyi Zuwu, One Punch

The six realms of reincarnation, the prehistoric world, the heavens and myriad realms, the place where endless souls reincarnate.

Here, the resentment of the heavens gathers, which can be said to be the darkest place in the prehistoric world.

At the Naihe Bridge, a bowl of Meng Po soup, forget the past and present.

The underworld is the highest place of the heavens, and those who are not above the Daluo Jinxian, who have transcended the long river of fate, and have great supernatural powers in the three realms and six realms, cannot step into it during their lifetime.

Di Xin really couldn't imagine how the Sun Wukong in the Journey to the West catastrophe in the previous life was only the cultivation base of Taiyi Jinxian, and he couldn't even enter the underworld.

And how did they make a big disturbance in the Heavenly Palace, and beat Haotian, who was at least in Zhunsheng's great consummation, to the bottom of the table.

Behind it, I'm afraid it's just a game between many supreme beings, gods and demons.

The so-called Monkey King, Monkey King, is nothing more than a pawn in their hands.

When Di Xin stepped onto the Naihe Bridge, the golden light of the emperor flowed around his body, and all evils did not invade. The sea of ​​grievances gathered from the heavens and the world did not dare to approach the slightest, and was blocked under the Naihe Bridge.

At the end of the Naihe Bridge, a woman with shabby clothes, hunchback and cloudy eyes came towards Di Xin holding a bowl of Mengpo soup:

"Why don't you drink up this bowl of Mengpo soup and forget the worries in the world."

"Things engraved in the depths of the soul, how can a small bowl of Meng Po soup be able to dissolve them?"

Di Xin's eyes were like golden torches, he stared into Po Meng's eyes aggressively, took Po Meng's soup and drank it down.

The so-called Mengpo soup is just a ray of spring water in the Styx River. After being refined by Houtu's great magic power, it has the effect of washing away the memory of wronged souls and branding of previous lives.

Even the Taiyi Golden Immortal might not be able to bear the supernatural power in it.

But for Di Xin, even if he stood still, he couldn't shake his human emperor soul.

It's ridiculous to say that a bowl of Mengpo soup forgets the past and the present, but because of his own obsession, Houtu felt endless sadness in his heart because of being trapped in the six reincarnations and watching endless witches die. Get something out.

Mengpo soup has no effect on the real great supernatural beings above the Da Luo Jinxian, or the primordial spirits sent by many gods and demons.

Unless, like Di Xin, Fuxi's soul is first thoroughly refined, cleaned, and then put into the six reincarnations.

The reincarnation of the six realms has never erased the function of past and present lives. As long as you practice to Daluo Jinxian, all kinds of past lives can be clearly seen.

"The past memory is annoying, it is better to erase it."

"Why does the emperor stop the reincarnation of hundreds of millions of innocent souls?"

Po Meng's voice was very sad, she turned and walked towards the bridge of Naihe.

"Erasing yourself is just a weak person who comforts himself and escapes from reality."

"Has the Ancestral Witch of the Witch Clan who once roared proudly and conquered the prehistoric world have been lonely to this extent?"

Di Xin's voice was loud and full of majesty, and the billowing golden light illuminated the entire Jiuyou Underworld, the six realms of reincarnation.

Endless wronged souls knelt on the ground under his might, trembling, not daring to look up.

"It seems that the so-called descendants of the giant god Pan Gu, the Wu Clan of Zhantian Zhandi, are nothing more than that.

The enemy Emperor Jun Taiyi ran rampant in the prehistoric world, but retreated into the underworld and did not move. This emperor's encounter was wrong. "

Di Xin's eyes were like torches, his black robe was rolling, and a terrifying power permeated all directions.

What does it mean to make a fuss in the underworld? This is what it means to make a fuss in the underworld. The so-called Sun Wukong made a fuss in the underworld and revised the book of life and death. In front of Di Xin at this time, even children playing are not counted.

Immediately, as soon as Di Xin said this, the entire six realms of reincarnation became silent. The king of Hades, who was sent by various religions and many gods and demons to share the merits of six realms of reincarnation, was trembling and wished he could shrink under the table.

No one knows the power of the prehistoric world, in the six circles of reincarnation, there are endless witches.

In the six realms of reincarnation, the witch clan is the real master.

It's just that for countless years, the Wu clan has been living in seclusion in the six realms of reincarnation, not caring about world affairs, so they are famous as Sunset.

But no one has ever dared to provoke the Witch Clan in the slightest.

"Bold Emperor!"

Immediately, a strong evil spirit flashed in the turbid eyes of the hunchbacked Granny Meng, and she suddenly turned her head to look at Di Xin. On her old body, there was a terrifying fighting intent.

"Buzzing..."

In the majestic and endless darkness of the six realms of reincarnation, at this moment, terrifying fighting intentions erupted suddenly, as if giant beasts that had been sleeping for endless years awakened and wanted to shatter this world.

"I, the Wu Clan, have never shrunk before fighting against the heavens and the earth. The little emperor is so shameless that he will take an arrow from me."

A vigorous voice of war resounded through the six realms of reincarnation.

The next moment, a tall and majestic figure of nearly a billion feet stood up slowly, pulled the giant bow in his hand, and shot an arrow at Di Xin.

"Buzz!"

An arrow pierced the sky, and the layers of space were broken, carrying endless divine light, and the evil spirit was like a vast ocean, pointing directly at Di Xin.

"The most powerful witch, Hou Yi."

Facing the endless evil spirit that was coming, Di Xin's eyes flashed a golden glow, and the corner of his mouth curled up, standing still in the sky.

He was right.

The hidden background of the witch clan is probably even more terrifying than he imagined.

Endless years have passed, and with the blessing of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the strength of the witch clan has probably reached at least [-]% of its original strength, and it is even more terrifying.

At least, this most powerful descendant of witches who was plotted by Xihe to cut down trees in the form of Wu Gang on the lunar planet, had been picked up by Houtu with great supernatural powers at some point.

Moreover, the terrifying aura on his body at this time has already reached the pinnacle of quasi-sage, and he is only one step away from the perfect person.

Moreover, there are dozens of majestic black shadows standing around, each of which has the terrifying combat power of quasi-sage level.

The terrifying evil spirit gathered together, like a vast ocean, even a Da Luo Jinxian would be crushed to death alive.

"It seems that the legendary great witch Houyi has been crushed on the Taiyin star for countless years, and his manliness has been worn away by the power of the Taiyin. He is not a man or a woman. This arrow, apart from the terrifying power, has no essence at all. Furious."

Di Xin laughed loudly, his black hair danced wildly, and the golden glow flowed down. Facing the incoming golden arrow, he suddenly stretched out his big hand to grab the arrow feather that seemed to be about to pierce the sky. Make clouds and smoke.

Immediately afterwards, the big hand suddenly clenched into a fist and struck forward, hitting Hou Yi's chest heavily with lightning speed.

"boom!"

Hou Yi was caught off guard, and accepted the punch abruptly, and retreated a million feet back. The big bow in his hand was released, and Di Xin grabbed it with a big hand and took it into his hand.

Suddenly, the hearts of the quasi-sage witches around were extremely shocked.

In their eyes, Di Xin is just a middle-stage quasi-sage, and among them, any one of them is sure to fight.

However, Hou Yi, who had transformed into an ancestor witch, was knocked back with a punch, and the Pangu bow was snatched away.

Such a terrifying combat power far surpasses their witch clan, how can it not be shocking.

(End of this chapter)