Hong Huang: We Wu Clan are so tough!

"Anyone who is destined, after a thousand years, can go to Zixiao Palace outside the 33rd heaven to listen to the Tao."

With Hongjun's voice sweeping across the entire prehistoric.

Nine days.

Hundreds of millions of golden flowers fell.

Earth.

Thousands of spiritual springs spring up.

Those who come into contact with the golden flower will all open their spiritual wisdom.

Those who come into contact with the spiritual spring will all improve their cultivation.

What a saint was born.

Celebrate all day.

"Is this the power of a saint?"

The Twelve Patriarchal Witches looked at each other in blank dismay.

Know for the first time.

It turns out that the majesty of the saint can be so terrifying.

But such majesty not only did not scare the ancestor witches.

Instead, it ignited their fighting spirit.

Father God Pangu taught us the complete nine-revolution heavenly skill.

Give us all kinds of treasures.

How can our people be afraid of this saint?

While the fighting spirit of the ancestral witches was burning.

On Wu Shen's side, his expression turned serious.

Hongjun was sanctified.

Thousands of years later, Zixiao Palace preached.

At that time, the six Hunyuan saints in the future will go to Zixiao Palace.

I went with it.

There are also three thousand mortals who will be famous in the future.

The prehistoric period will also begin with the Zixiao Palace preaching.

Create a new order.

But Wu Shen was thinking right now.

But it is another matter.

Zixiao Palace preached.

Divide into three times.

3000 years each time.

Thousands of years between.

In other words.

In those 3000 years of preaching.

All the powerful masters in the wilderness all went to Zixiao Palace.

That prehistoric treasure everywhere.

Then you can take it casually.

The corner of Wu Shen's mouth curled up in a happy arc.

"Wu Sheng, what are you thinking?"

Just when various thoughts were spinning rapidly in Wu Shen's mind.

The gentle voice of Hou Tu Zu Wu.

Wake him up.

Wu Shen took a deep breath.

Already changed the original plan.

He revealed his new plan.

"Let's wait 1000 years first."

"When Zixiao Palace starts to talk, three thousand people from the world of mortals will leave the prehistoric world."

"Let's go treasure hunting."

Zhu Rong has always been straightforward, and he heard Wu Shen's words.

frowned.

"To steal the treasure? What kind of man is this?"

"Go straight up now."

Wu Shen waved his hand.

"Father God Pangu opened the world and died, and his body transformed all things."

"Everything in this prehistoric world is Pan Gu's Father God."

"As the descendants of Godfather Pangu, we will bring back the relics of Godfather Pangu."

"How can it be called stealing? This is called returning things to their original owners."

The ancestral witches were dumbfounded.

Can you explain it this way?

But think carefully.

It makes sense.

Wu Shen cleared his throat and continued.

"As for why you want to take advantage of the absence of the three thousand Hongchen guests."

"Actually, this is to reduce crimes."

"After all, all living beings in the prehistoric and desolate, all have some connection with Father God Pangu."

"Let's do less evil, just to respect Father God Pangu."

The ancestral witches blinked.

do you speak.

You decide!

"In that case, let's wait 1000 years."

Emperor Jiang Zuwu made a final decision.

Now even Zhu Rong's ancestral witch did not object.

then.

Everyone went away again.

Keep practicing.

……

Millennium time.

Just a snap of the fingers.

The time specified by Hongjun.

Arrived.

this day.

over nine days.

There are countless golden flowers falling.

Hongjun's voice swept across Honghuang again.

"Let's go to Zixiao Palace."

The voice fell.

Countless streamers rushed out from all over the prehistoric region.

The hidden ones.

On one side.

Arrogant.

With all my heart.

No matter what kind of creature.

At this moment, he used the fastest speed in his life.

Rush towards the Zixiao Palace outside the 33rd heaven.

There are three thousand visitors from the world of mortals in Zixiao Palace.

Refers to the number of people who are finally eligible to attend lectures.

Not the number of people who want to attend lectures.

Especially this first time.

All those who have achieved success in self-conscious cultivation.

Let go of everything at hand.

Rush toward the 33rd sky.

The saint preached.

That was a great blessing.

How can I not go?

And rushed to the forefront.

It is Sanqing.

Thousands of years ago, Sanqing suffered a great loss at the hands of the Wu Clan.

It is considered a lifelong humiliation.

Now is the chance to improve yourself.

How could they let it go?

And behind Sanqing.

Nuwa Fuxi.

Tai Jun Taiyi.

Kunpeng Red Cloud.

Pick up and mention.

They also tried their best.

No matter what, he rushed to Zixiao Palace.

This grand scene.