Great Antiquity: You Have to Create a Jade Butterfly at the Beginning

From now on, he must work harder to cultivate, become the strongest among the saints, and help his senior brother to improve his cultivation.

And this is why, after the two people in the West were sanctified, Yeyin had been practicing on Lingshan Mountain, while Zhunti had always been there: the Great Desolate Continent beat the autumn wind and strengthened the Western religion.

To make forty-eight vows toward the way of heaven to obtain merit and sanctification is equivalent to advancing merit in advance.

In this way, the Dao of Heaven is his creditor.

These great aspirations are more difficult to realize one by one, and if these great aspirations are not realized in a day, then the cultivation base of reception will be difficult to improve greatly.

In the sky in the distance, they were attracted by the movements of Zhunti and Jieyin Lijiao, and the powerful people who came here couldn't help but feel a little emotional when they saw this scene.

The pair of eyes staring at the connection, quietly changed.

Although, Yingyue, Zhunti two people have been fighting autumn wind in the flood continent for trillions of years, their notorious behavior makes them very contemptible.

However, all of them were moved by the feeling of accepting the selfless dedication of Fonti.

In this ruthless prehistoric world, there are only a few people who can do it.

So far, the six of them have obtained the holy position in Zixiao Palace, and with the help of Hongmeng Ziqi, all of them have become saints. This prehistoric world has finally ushered in a new era.

The age of saints.

And in the hands of Hongyun, the only remaining ray of purple energy has become the object of the minds of many great masters.

Among them, Shu Kunpeng has the most murderous intention to Hongyun

Beihai, Yaoshi Palace.

After Zhunti received and led the two to be sanctified, the Demon Master's Palace in Beiminghai

In the middle, Kunpeng roared in anger, screaming.

"Older Hongyun, my Kunpeng is bound to kill you."

At this moment, Kunpeng's killing intent towards Hong Yun had reached an incomparable level.

On that day, if Hongyun hadn't been the bad guy, then it's very possible that he, Kunpeng, would have been sanctified today.

The hatred of losing the holy position, he can't forget it anyway.

After forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, Kunpeng began to plot in his heart.

If he wanted to move Hongyun, the first thing he had to do was to stop Penglai from his position.

But in today's prehistoric world, the only ones who can stop the inner position are those six saints.

Thinking of this, Kunpeng's eyes were cold.

"Hongyun, even if I pay too much price, I will kill you."

Longevity Mountain, Wuzhuang Temple.

Five people 5 are sanctified, the world is prehistoric, no one is happy, no one is sad.

Thousands of great powers, since five of them were sanctified, there have been some changes in their hearts.

After all, before a few people were sanctified, except for Penglai Neiwei and Nuwa.

The combat power of the Quasi-Saint mid-stage was the top combat power in this prehistoric world at this moment.

Now, despite being a mighty man, he has no choice but to succumb to the saints who have just been sanctified.

Originally, the three thousand great masters were all of the same generation, but now the sage is above them, and everyone feels a little uncomfortable.

Many people who are unwilling to do this have bad intentions.

They all turned their attention to the body of Hong Yun, who held the last ray of Hongmeng Purple Qi in the inner position.

The last ray of purple air was their only hope that they would not have to be subjugated to the saints.

But at this moment, the red cloud, who is being missed by many great masters, is sitting leisurely in Zhenyuanzi's Wuzhuang Temple.

Sipping the fairy tea produced exclusively in Penglai, and eating the ginseng fruit of the little old man in Yuanzi, he was complaining.

"Brother Dao, since you came back from the Wa Palace, you let the poor Dao stay in your five villages, saying that you were afraid that someone would draw me into the purple qi and bring me the disaster of death."

"But now, the cultivation of Pindao has reached the middle stage of quasi-sage. Except for the six saints and the East Prince and Taoist friends, in this world, even if I meet two masters of the same realm, it is difficult to keep me."

"Now, the other six people who have obtained the Primordial Violet Qi have all been sanctified, and I have a feeling that the opportunity that belongs to me is also in that prehistoric world. How can you not become a saint."

Hongyun swallowed a ginseng fruit and said carelessly to Zhen Yuanzi.

heard.

Zhen Yuanzi couldn't help sighing in his heart.

How could he not understand the eagerness of Hongyun at this moment, everyone was sanctified, and he was the only one left.

But as Penglai Nei said back then, Hongyun, the radiant purple energy, was originally a set by Taoist ancestors for him.

How could he be sanctified? He and Dong Wanggong both understood that this Hongmeng Purple Qi was a big pit dug for him by a Taoist ancestor.

But Hongyun doesn't want to believe it, what can he do?

Chapter 213

Zhen Yuanzi's expression was a little complicated.

Father, like son,,.

Hongyun didn't know the number of days, even if Zhen Yuanzi knew the mystery of that Hongmeng Purple Qi, he could no longer persuade Hongyun.

At present, the six people who have obtained the purple energy of Hongmeng have all been sanctified, and Hongyun is the only one left.

Zhen Yuanzi, who knew Hongyun's temperament, knew that if he still wanted to keep this Hongyun in the Wuzhuang Temple at this moment, it would be even more difficult.

Looking at the somewhat careless red cloud opposite, Zhen Yuanzi sighed softly.

"Hey."

"Since fellow Daoist has decided to leave, Pindao can't keep you, but the prehistoric world at this moment is extremely dangerous. If you want to leave, then take this talisman that was given by Daoist Dongwanggong back then."

"If there is any danger, the East Prince and Daoist friends and I will be able to appear at the first time, and help you."

While speaking, Zhen Yuanzi flipped his palm, and a lavender talisman appeared in his hand.

Looking at the talisman in Zhen Yuanzi's hand, Hong Yun's face showed a little surprise.

Then, gradually became a little happy and moved.

What this talisman represents is a power comparable to a saint. With this thing, he should run rampant in this great wilderness.

Such a rare thing.

He really didn't expect that Duke Dong and Zhen Yuanzi would protect him like this.

"Brother Daoist and Daoist friend of the East Prince, Hongyun should keep it in mind. After I become holy, I will come to repay you."

Hongyun cupped his hands a little moved and said.

Zhen Yuanzi waved his hand, looking at Hong Yun with some reluctance in his eyes.

a long time.

"Daoist friend has a pure heart, and it's not easy to intimidate others. I have seen the clues in the purple aura of Hongmeng, and I have already seen it."

"Since fellow Daoist wants to go with his own mind, Pindao doesn't want to say more, just"

"It's just, if one day, fellow Daoist also feels the clue, please stop being greedy and throw this thing out completely, because the poor Dao really doesn't want to lose a friend who has been with him for many years."

Zhen Yuanzi said with slightly red eyes.

Hearing Zhen Yuanzi's words, Hong Yun's figure paused, looked at this... years old friend, and then nodded heavily.

"Remember Red Cloud!"

Hongyun left Wuzhuangguan just like that. Although he also had a little doubt about this Hongmeng Purple Qi in his heart, the desire for sanctification still overshadowed his sense of reason.

Looking at the back of Hongyun leaving, Zhen Yuanzi was stunned, and his feelings were a bit complicated. He said to himself: "Friend, no matter what the result is, Pindao will try his best to protect you."

In Penglai Immortal Pavilion, time is still madly passing by.

Prince Dong was still sitting there cross-legged, and he didn't move at all in the countless years that had passed.

Between his body, the majestic aura rose up like the sea.

The original lavender blood, at this moment, has been transformed into a rich purple.

In this blood, I can feel it faintly

to a terrifying pressure.

If there is a living being by his side at this moment, he will definitely think that the East Prince at this moment has become a saint.

It is even said that the coercion around him is even more than a sage by one point.

At this moment, on the face of the East Prince, there is a little less vulgar air from the past, and a little more unattainable majesty.

The ultimate sublimation is still going on.

At this moment, the most wonderful change is taking place in the body of Duke Dong.

It's like the kind of feather-like feeling that a mortal body encounters when it transforms into an immortal.

Of course, the transformation of the body of the Duke of East at this moment is countless times more heroic than the process of turning a mortal into an immortal.

Gorgeous purple brilliance circulated around him.

Under the shaping of the Xuanhuang Immortal Body, this body has reached the ultimate perfection.

And at this moment, his physical body has no idea how much energy was spent.

If those energies were used elsewhere, Duke Dong was sure that those energies, at least, could create twelve high-profile Ancestral Witches.

Fortunately, the time acceleration multiple in this Penglai Immortal Pavilion has reached a terrifying level.

If not, I am afraid that hundreds of thousands of years will not be enough for him.

It is a simple matter to hit the peak of the quasi-sage.

Since the birth of Honghuang for countless years, up to now, the East Prince has only seen six powerhouses at the peak of the quasi-sage.

They are: Luo Hu, Hong Jun, Yang Mei, Yin Yang, Qiankun, Reverse.