Prehistoric: The Ancestor Of Kunpeng

Among the people present, only Di Jun's expression remained the same as before. He didn't seem to be surprised by this, but as if he had expected it a long time ago.

"Sure enough," Di Jun said secretly.

"Second brother, what are you talking about?"

Dong Huang Taiyi looked at Di Jun's appearance, and asked.

"Dage can still remember that when I was in Tanggu, I played against a Daoist. The supernatural powers of that companion were amazing, and they were quite similar to the free Daoist in front of me." Di Jun explained.

"If you say that, I remember it too. If I remember correctly, that guy is called Xiaoyao Daoist, but this free Daoist is much better than that Xiaoyao Daoist."

Di Jun also frowned, and this was exactly where he was puzzled.

Daxian Zhenyuan was also furious. He didn't expect the cooked duck to fly away. Unfortunately, he was not good at quick magical powers and almost vomited blood.

"Now I am even more convinced that there must be a connection between this Daoist and Xiaoyao Daoist. As for the relationship between them, it is not known. Maybe Daoist is the master of Xiaoyao Daoist, or they are brothers. Relationship, there is a stronger master behind them." Di Jun guessed.

"A stronger master?"

The Eastern Emperor Taiyi said to himself, if he no longer dared to continue thinking, a free Daoist has already caused such a headache. If there is really a master behind him, how powerful will it be?

At this time, Zhunti Daoist couldn't hold back anymore, if he didn't make a move, the free Daoist would run away.

"False Sea of ​​Bitterness!"

The boundless West Sea at the foot stopped boiling. Thousands of Buddhas rose from the sea, and they chanted the Buddha's sound with majesty and solemnity.

"This is……"

When Di Jun saw this person, he was shocked. This person was too tough. He didn't expect that in this battle, there was another person who had been watching the battle in secret, but why did he never make a move until the last moment. Free Daoist is about to run, he just shot?

"Sage of Western teaching?"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Sage finally took the shot.

Zhunti Daoist followed closely behind Daoist, and said loudly, "Zhuzai, can you still recognize someone?"

"It's you, old bald donkey, you have been waiting in secret for a long time, just for this moment?" Daoist freely looked resentful. He didn't expect this old bald donkey to be so tolerant and wait until now.

"Haha, my child, you have already lost your Movement Technique power. Forgive you for having supernatural powers of speed, do you think you can run far?" Zhunti Daoist looked like he was holding the winning ticket.

A huge boulder hanging in everyone's hearts finally fell, and Sage took the shot and didn't have to worry about anything.

Because of the gap between Quasi-Sage and Sage, that huge gap is insurmountable. Even if Daoist is not a quasi-sage, but a semi-sage, he is not Sage after all. There is only one word difference, which is a world of difference.

Since Daoist's heart is very angry, this bad thing is really tricky, and he almost fell into his hands when he was teaching in the West.

Daoist slammed his own heart, and shot Blood Essence out.

He recovered his breath to perfection again, rushing forward against the wind, and in an instant he left Zhunti Daoist behind him.

Zhunti Daoist didn't know what magical powers this free Daoist had displayed, but this time he let him run away, and Zhunti was extremely helpless.

This is Daoist who has displayed an extremely powerful magical power. If it is not a last resort, Daoist will not easily display it, because this magical power is very important to his own loss, and there may not be a thousand years to recover in the future. But it's coming.

Zhunti Daoist was speechless and returned to Xihai, but with a bitter face, he returned to own Western Church.

Freedom Daoist did not escape too far, he came to the deepest part of the West Sea, in a bottomless dragon cave.

He hid his own breath, and for the past three months, he had been hiding in it and began to heal his injuries.

Xiaolan and Xiaohong are also by the side, taking care of his daily life. The three Cultivation Bases are all outstanding. Even though Daoist has been seriously injured, he can automatically avoid water and form a place in the dragon cave. The space is not a big hole.

As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place. Since Daoist is a cunning man and knows this truth well, the farther he runs, the more likely he will be caught, so it is better to stay in the West Sea.

Of course, Daoist will not worry that Xiaohong and Xiaolan will betray him.

Not to mention, the two of them still have a wisp of soul in Own's hands. Even if Daoist is seriously injured, but he wants to clean up the two big Luo Jinxians, isn't it a matter of grasping it?

And Xiaolan and Xiaohong didn't want to betray Daoist's idea.

After this battle, they have become more obedient to Daoist. They feel that they have recognized their master. With such a backer, in the future, apart from Sage, what is terrible in the future?

Even they felt that the Daoist of Zizai was much more powerful than their ancestors, the leaders of the various tribes in the early Dragon Han Dynasty.

The two women pressed the Daoist with reverence on their faces, and this time the Daoist really convinced them both with their own powerful strength.

"Master, how long will it take for your injury to recover?" Xiaolan asked.

Freedom Daoist sighed and said, "It can take as little as three to five thousand years, and as long as it is ten thousand years."

This battle really hurt Freedom Daoist too badly, especially since Daoist will make a sneak attack at the end. If Daoist is not allowed to take the final shot, Free Daoist will be able to recover within a thousand years.

"I will stay here during this time, and I won't go anywhere. You rotate every day and go out on a parade to ensure the safety of this seat." Zi Zai Daoist ordered.

The second female nodded: "Good master."

Among the witches, the Great Hall in Dijiang.

"Hey, did you still run away for him?" Di Jiang sighed and said.

"Unexpectedly. This person's strength has reached such an incredible level." Xuan Ming Ancestral Witch also said.

In fact, in the end, Dijiang didn't plan to attack Daoist with the quasi-sages. He mainly wanted to use the knife to kill people, but he underestimated the strength of Daoist.

In the face of the seven quasi-sages and Zhunti Sage’s last sneak attack, he can survive, so there is really no way at all.

"Shi is also fate, destiny is like this, what's the use of force?" Gonggong sighed.

Di Jiang looked towards the west, the flames of war over there had not been extinguished, he was full of emotions in his heart, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

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