Prehistoric: A steady life, starting from Journey to the West

But in their eyes, Styx is the kind ancestor who protected them and allowed them to grow up safely. Their sky fell twice today!

"Blood Sea, now!"

Accompanied by the golden mouthful words of Taoist ancestor in Zi 4.5 Xiaogong, the disappearing blood sea returned to his original position.

Turning hands is a cloud, covering hands is rain.

In the eyes of real big people, the reliance of little people is really not worth mentioning.

In Honghuang Beiminghai, a middle-aged Taoist with the eyes of a eagle-nosed crane, was standing on the sea at this time, looking up at what happened in the sea of ​​blood.

This person is none other than Kunpeng, the demon master who used to be the brains of the demon clan's Heavenly Court.

After the Lich War, he lived in seclusion in Beiminghai, not caring about worldly affairs.

It is rumored that Taoist Hongyun died in his hands in the end, and the seventh Hongmeng purple energy bestowed by Taoist ancestor Hongjun also fell into his hands in the end.

However, Hong Yun was killed by him, which Kunpeng admitted.

But the seventh Primordial Purple Qi didn't fall into his hands, otherwise he wouldn't be in this situation now.

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"Old friend Minghe, the days when we listened together in Zixiao Palace seem to be still yesterday, but now you are going ahead of me." Seeing Minghe's death, Kunpeng couldn't help but sigh.

Although he knew that Styx was not the real death, this kind of result was even more terrifying than death.

In fact, the relationship between Kunpeng and Styx is not good, and they can even be regarded as enemies, perhaps because they see their own shadows in each other.

Styx and Kunpeng looked at each other with disgust, but this did not stop them from feeling sorry for each other deep in their hearts.

The two of them are the same type of people, they are both heroic characters who have no ambitions.

"Fellow Daoist, go first, Kunpeng will be there soon!"

Kunpeng smiled wryly, and Minghe was not the only one who jumped into this pit. He had prided himself on being cautious all his life, didn't he also fall headfirst here?

Speaking of it, he is worse than Styx. Styx at least has a lot of income from the Asura clan and the sea of ​​​​blood. Since he lived in seclusion in the North Sea, he has not had much luck.

The thing entrusted with is not even comparable to the important place of heaven and earth like the sea of ​​blood, it is just an ordinary top-grade innate spirit treasure Luoshu.

It's pretty good to be able to last until now.It would be great if he had the primordial purple qi. The primordial purple qi would not only make him fit into the Dao of Heaven, but also make him a perfect saint of the Dao of Heaven.

Moreover, this thing is the evidence of the way of heaven, and the approval of the way of heaven will also cut in half the loss of luck for the saint's stay in the world.

Unfortunately, Kunpeng didn't have one.After killing Hong Yun, the primordial purple energy did not fall into his hands.

Kunpeng looked up, and saw that Li Xuda's golden cloud of luck had been dyed black all over, leaving behind a palm-sized golden cloud struggling to support it.

His death time is coming soon!

Kunpeng looked through the vast prehistoric and the sky, and saw the Zixiao Palace in the chaos 33 days away.

Daoist Hongjun was lying high on the futon, watching him indifferently.

Obviously, when his luck becomes negative and he becomes a sinner in the eyes of Heaven, Dao Ancestor will take action mercilessly and kill him.

"Where do you bother Taoist ancestor to do it again? Although you and I do not have the name of master and apprentice, we have the reality of master and apprentice."

"The disciple has something to do, the disciple will do it, and there is no need for the master to do his work."

Taoist Kunpeng said with a light smile, his expression very relaxed.

Looking at the turbulent Beiming Sea under his feet, which is full of vitality, Kunpeng couldn't help singing loudly: "There is a fish in Beiming, its name is Kun, and when it turns into a bird, its name is Peng."

"Bei Minghai, Bei Minghai, you gave birth to me, raised me, and spent most of my life with me. Now, I am leaving the prehistoric world, so I will give you a final gift!"

After Kunpeng finished speaking, he appeared in his monster form, a gigantic Kunpeng tens of thousands of miles long.

The next moment, Kunpeng blew himself up brazenly, and the flesh and blood on his body exploded, turning into a monstrous rain of blood, dyeing the entire Beiming Sea red.

Countless fish and shrimps in the Beiming Sea move upon hearing the wind. This is the flesh and blood of a saint. Just swallowing one piece will enable them to open up their spiritual wisdom and transform into a successful form.

On this day, tens of thousands of living beings in Beiminghai turned into humans, and millions of living beings opened up their spiritual intelligence. Most importantly, they didn't need to bear the slightest cause and effect, and they didn't need to pay the slightest price for it.

Pies will actually fall from the sky, and fate will also give free gifts.

This is exactly, when a whale falls, all things are born!

Taoist Kunpeng died, but there was a ray of brilliance circulating in the same place, and the radiance showed the appearance of a volume of books, which was the best innate spiritual treasure Luoshu.

Luo Shu turned into a ray of white light, as if he had spotted a certain direction, and went straight to the Wohuang Palace 33 days away.

When he was halfway through the journey, he had just arrived beyond the sky, when suddenly a five-color brilliance flashed across the sky.

Accompanied by a shriek from the sky, a red hydrangea fell straight from the sky, shattering the five-color brilliance, and smashing out the wonderful tree of seven treasures hidden beside it.

"Fellow Daoist Zhunti, this is a gift that Fellow Daoist Kunpeng gave me before parting. Why, it's too much for you to snatch it away!"

"Oh, fellow Taoist Nuwa, the poor monk didn't mean that, he just slipped his hand, forgive me."

Seeing that there was no chance, Zhun Ti didn't bother, and just gave up. If he continued, he would offend people to death.

However, he didn't lose anything anyway, he just lost some face, and he was used to it.

Poverty in the West has a long history, and his character has always been that if there are dates but no dates, he will fight first.

In case, if Nuwa didn't find out, then he won a top-grade innate spirit treasure for nothing.

In the Wohuang Palace, Nu Wa caressed Luo Shu in a daze, and sighed, "Oh, there is one less old friend of the Yaozu."

In all fairness, Nuwa actually didn't like Kunpeng, and even hated him a little, but when she saw him leave, all she felt was melancholy.

33 days away, the bell of Yuxu Palace.

Yuanshi Tianzun looked at the end of Minghe and Kunpeng, and couldn't help stroking his beard and sneering, "The generation in fur and armor, the one who hides filth, also wants to stand in a chess game with my generation."

Of the six sages of heaven, which one is the easy one.

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Empress Nuwa has the great merit of creating human beings, and the human race is the protagonist of heaven and earth, so the holy position is naturally stable.

As for the two sages of the West, regardless of their deep roots, they even became enlightened with great ambitions, thinking that they would sell their entire lives to the Dao of Heaven, and would have to work for the Dao of Heaven to pay off their debts for the rest of their lives.

Even if they, the six saints of heaven who were sanctified with the majestic purple energy, still have no surplus, they want to set up sects to compete for the luck of the world.

As for Kunpeng and Styx, what great merits do they have for Honghuang, why do they think they can have the luck to secure the holy position.

This is also the reason why Yuanshi Tianzun sneered, he laughed at these two people for being too naive.

On the other side, Chen Qi put away his supernatural powers. Although he only had a vague look at it, with his Golden Immortal cultivation, he was able to capture most of the information.

"How is it, Brother Chen?" Asked Wen Hua who was at the side, his cultivation level was low, so Chen Qi was given all the investigation tasks.

"That's right, it should be Styx and Kunpeng, the two newly promoted saints who have fallen."

"Styx? Kunpeng?" Wen Hua looked bewildered, "Brother Chen, what are you talking about, do these two people exist in the prehistoric world?"

"It's Ming..." Just as Chen Qi was about to say it, he immediately felt something was wrong, a mysterious and invisible fluctuation was erasing the existence in his memory.

"Styx, Kunpeng." The two words have become unfamiliar, like an eraser, slowly wiping away.

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This kind of power to directly erase the memory from the depths of his mind made Chen Qi feel a little chilled. You must know that he is a Golden Immortal who has preliminarily grasped the existence of his own destiny.

Then, those who are not as good as him are even more irresistible.

Fortunately, Chen Qi has a systematic existence, with this eternal reference, successfully anchoring his own memory and overcoming this wave of cleansing.

Chen Qi understands that this supreme power does not come from a certain person, but from the spontaneous program of the Dao of Heaven.

The way of heaven cut off the cause and effect of Patriarch Styx and Taoist Kunpeng in the wild, erased all the information they left in the wild, and erased their existence!

These two people, apart from the memory of some people, there will be no trace of them in the prehistoric world, as if they had never been here before, how sad!

"Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor!" The Asura clansmen who were crying in the sea of ​​blood also calmed down under this mysterious force.

"Hey, it's strange, why am I crying?"

"Yeah, why am I lying on the ground."

Their memories have been modified. In their minds, there is no karma with the ancestor Styx, and their identities have become a race naturally bred by the blood sea.

Only a few Daluo Jinxians of the Asura clan looked at each other with serious eyes.

On the bank of the Changjiang River, Styx and Kunpeng stood next to each other, staring at the water of the Changhe in a daze.

From here, you can see the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of too many prehistoric creatures in the river. They may have ordinary or wonderful lives, but these have nothing to do with them now.

"Fellow Daoist Minghe, you are also a fallen person from Tianya." Daoist Kunpeng sighed.

"Hehe, Kunpeng, you also fell into this situation, I feel a lot better." Styx sneered.

"Fellow Daoist still likes to show off his tongue at this time, why bother?" Kunpeng said with a smile.

"Old Ancestor, I just can't see you, Kunpeng. You looked like this in Zixiao Palace, with a gloomy face every day, and I don't know what kind of bad water is simmering in your stomach~〃." Minghe said with a cold snort.

"Brother Minghe, don't you just dislike the sight of Pindao attacking Hongyun before you? Opportunity comes before you. If you are slow, you won't be able to. Why be so narrow-minded."

"Hmph." Styx's mind was pierced, like attracts like, but more of a confrontation.

"The past and the past are all in vain. Brother Minghe, let's look at it as soon as possible!" Kunpeng said, "Brother Minghe, there will be a date later."

Kunpeng's body disintegrated into bubbles inch by inch, slowly dissipating into the air.

Seeing Kunpeng leave, Patriarch Minghe's stern face also relaxed, facing the place where Kunpeng dissipated, he bowed slightly, which was regarded as a salute.

"Fellow Daoist, it's going to be smooth sailing."

"Hey, Kunpeng, Kunpeng, today, I suddenly regret that I never found you, and had a drink with you."

Patriarch Minghe took one last look at the ever-flowing river, raised his head to the sky and sighed, "Old, Honghuang, I can't bear it!"

The next moment, the figure slowly dissipated and turned into dust.

From then on, Styx and Kunpeng will wander in the boundless chaos, enduring boundless loneliness.

Maybe one day, if you hit the big luck, you can find another universe similar to the prehistoric one from the chaos, which can let them inhabit.

Perhaps in the long period of time, they have become more and more refined in their Taoism, and gradually grew into another Pangu in the chaos, and then acted out the story of opening the sky and opened up their second hometown.

But the greater possibility is that they couldn't resist the gnawing of loneliness, cut off their own consciousness, and their physical bodies were assimilated by their Dao, turning into another innate chaotic god and demon in the chaos.

This is also one of the origins of Chaos God and Demon.

Heavenly Court, in Lingxiao Palace.

At this moment, the Lingxiao Palace is empty, only Haotian in a dragon robe sits on the throne.

Ever since he became a saint, the authority of Haotian God has become stronger, and his voice in this heaven has grown stronger.

Those arrogant disciples of the Three Realms have restrained themselves a little, at least not daring to contradict him in the open.

But these are not without price, Haotian can clearly feel that strands of black air in the void are quietly eroding and entwining.

But he couldn't make any progress, being blocked by the Haotian mirror above his head that suppressed luck and the golden seal of the emperor of heaven.

Haotian understands that it is the karma of the heaven and the earth, and it is the knife of the power of the heaven.

Styx Kunpeng, the matter between the two, Yin Jian is not far away, and Haotian dare not be careless in the slightest.

"Just relying on the luck obtained from the Heavenly Emperor's fruit status, it is still too reluctant to support a saint's living needs." Haotian couldn't help sighing.

The Emperor of Heaven seems to be the Lord of the Three Realms, with great merit and good fortune, which is actually true.

However, it is not enough to support a saint.

"We have to open up a new way, no wonder the six sages of Heaven and Dao moved to Tianwaitian one by one."

The six sages took refuge in Tianwaitian, although there was a prohibition from Taoist ancestors, but it was more because of Tianwaitian's unique location.

Thirty-three days away, this is the outermost part of the prehistoric, and the luck it took for a saint to live in the world is quite different from being in the middle of the prehistoric.

The cost of the two is very different.

Moreover, the saint can also refine the chaotic vitality of mania to benefit the prehistoric, which is not a small gain.

This addition and subtraction, the gap is not a small number.