Prehistoric: The Ancestor Of Kunpeng

"I didn't intend to use force with you, but if you don't realize it and refuse to let me leave."

The meaning of Ling'er's words is already very obvious, but Daoist is so friendly, he sighed, and then said: "For the sake of the deity, I only give you three points of thin noodles, you Don't really think that as the first person of the second generation of Beiming, you can be arrogant and domineering in front of me."

After all, Daoist is one of the three corpses of the Kunpeng ancestor. In terms of identity and status, it is on the same level as Kunpeng ancestors. Ling'er is just the disciple of Kunpeng ancestors. Even though she is also her elder, she dare to treat herself like this. Rude, this really makes Daoist very uncomfortable.

But Ling'er didn't continue to talk nonsense with him, and immediately started.

Ling'er also doesn't have Magic Treasures for body protection. She only flicks her fingers, and the deep breath rushes out between the clear light, and the terrible majesty is permeated between the heaven and the earth.

Free Daoist's expression changed slightly, and he said, "No wonder you have such confidence, it turns out that you have advanced to the quasi-sage."

"It's a pity that you are still too naive, don't you hear that there is a huge difference between the quasi-sages? I am the only half-sage in the world. Do you think you can rely on me?" Zizai Daoist is very conceited.

"Even if the deity is here, he will definitely be pleased with the honor of this seat." Then Zizai Daoist said again.

Linger said nothing, the immortal power was surging and surging. Every time she shot, she seemed to be natural and just right.

Free Daoist raised his hand to resist. At this time, he realized that he underestimated Ling'er. Although Ling'er was the Cultivation Base of the quasi-sage early stage, she was so pure and immortal that she was almost appalling.

Daoist did not dare to be scornful, and immediately offered own Magic Treasures. Ling'er has no long body. She is graceful, like a real fairy. Every word and deed, every move is in between. So naturally, like Heavenly Dao's most perfect creation.

Free Daoist was also stunned when he saw this place, and he was shocked. It was not that he could not beat Ling'er, but that Ling'er gave him too much shock.

This battle lasted for three thousand years. Due to the huge Realm gap, Ling'er was finally defeated, and Daoist did not kill him.

It may not matter whether other people live or die, but Daoist knows that the own main body attaches great importance to the big disciple Ling'er. If he hurts him, the deity will definitely not be able to spare himself.

"You are fine, but unfortunately there is still a big gap between you and Pin Dao. When you are promoted to the pinnacle of the quasi-sage, you will be eligible to have a fight with Pin Dao." Zizai Daoist said coldly.

"I didn't want to hurt you, let's go." With a big wave of Daoist's hand, Daoist's majestic strength surged towards Ling'er. Ling'er's body changed and avoided this powerful force.

Ling'er's heart is as if there is no wave in the ancient well, without the slightest disturbance. Before coming here, she already knew the result of this battle. After all, she only has the early stage Cultivation Base, which is impossible anyway. She has been able to play Daoist freely. She is here only to prove how big the gap is between the own Cultivation Base and the Three Corpses of Master.

After Ling'er left, the Great Hall of the distant human race.

Xiaoyao Daoist stood on the top of the mountain. He looked north with a weird expression, as if he was thinking about something.

"Xiaoyao senior, what are you thinking about?"

The person who asked him is naturally Lan Xuan. Lan Xuan and Xiaoyao Daoist have been guarding the human race for a long time. For these years, Lan Xuan dared not carry the slightest. She taught the human race about the practice of Martial Dao while following Xiaoyao. Daoist comprehended Heavenly Dao's method.

"The big thing is not good." Xiaoyao Daoist said with a sigh.

Xiaoyao Daoist and Kunpeng ancestor's minds are connected, and this deity felt it as soon as he left Guan Xiaoyao Daoist.

"Is it Xu Dage's business?" Lan Xuan asked nervously.

Xiaoyao Daoist didn't answer, but fell into deep thought.

Regarding what Daoist did in Xihai, he certainly had heard of it, but the human race was so important that he did not dare to leave without permission.

Now, after endless years of precipitation, Lan Xuan has also become a lot more mature. From the little girl in her early ten years ago, she has become a living god who has survived for tens of thousands of years.

Before that, she never dared to think that she would have all of what she is today, as if she was dreaming.

Under his education, the human race is too safe and healthy. The human race practiced Martial Dao, and it has also achieved the effect of strengthening the body and prolonging the life. At least in the predicament, they can no longer be bullied by other races without the slightest resistance.

Xiaoyao Daoist looked at Lan Xuan next to him, and said, "Xiao Xuan'er, now you have grown up and admitted. Pang Dao intends to go out. Before I come back, all matters of Human Race will be left to you."

Lan Xuan patted her chest and said, "Xiaoyao senior, don't worry, Human Race will leave it to me. There will be no problems. Just go."

Soon, Xiaoyao Daoist left the human race and rushed in the direction of Xihai.

Finally, he saw his brother in the crystal palaces that were situated high and low.

Since Daoist saw the people coming, they were also very surprised. Although they are the three corpses of Kunpeng ancestors, they have very little overlap with each other.

"What are you doing here?" Free Daoist asked.

"The deity has left the customs, do you know?"

"I already knew it at this time, but what about it?" Daoist asked Zizai puzzledly.

Xiaoyao Daoist sighed and said, "You dare to be happy and cheerful here, but you don't know that a catastrophe is imminent."

"What trouble do I have?" Zizai Daoist was puzzled.

"In the past few years, you have done all kinds of evil things in the wilderness, do you really think that the deity will indulge you?"

"Huh, don't you come to scare me." Free Daoist looked confident.

This is the way in this prehistoric world. The strong survive, the weak die, and the free Daoist is the strong, and it is also the strong middle player among the strong.

"I am now the only semi-sage in the prehistoric age. If the deity learns of this, he is too happy to be happy. How can I blame me?" Daoist is extremely confident.

Before him, there was no such thing as semi-sacred in the prehistoric, it can be said that the emergence of the free Daoist, rewrote the entire prehistoric history.

"On that day, the seven quasi-sages besieged you, do you think, if I make a move, do you have a chance of winning?"

Xiaoyao Daoist said something that was beyond Daoist's expectation.

In today's prehistoric times, before fighting Ling'er, Zizai Daoist believes that apart from Xiaoyao Daoist, no quasi-sage can threaten him.

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