Prehistoric: Twelve Golden Immortals At The Beginning Of The Game

Chapter 141

Like other monks who stepped into the prehistoric dojo for the first time, even the old Taoist was shocked by the sights inside the dojo when they stepped into the dojo.

"This, this is... where is the avenue?"

The old Taoist was dumbfounded and stood still on the spot.

Li Xuan's lazy voice came from within:

"Bodhi Fellow..."

Only then did Bodhi's old way come back to his senses, and quickly walked into the Honghuang Hall, and he gave Li Xuan a deep thought:

"Bodhi, I have seen Senior Xuantian."

Li Xuan said lightly:

"No need to be polite."

"Everything does not go to the Three Treasures Hall, Fellow Bodhi Daoist, is this?"

The Bodhi Master was startled, and remembered the purpose of his coming this time, but just now he discovered that the strength of this Patriarch Xuantian seemed to be stronger than he had imagined, and his own words became dispensable.

After hesitating for a moment, the old Bodhi Taoist still said:

"Senior Xuantian, Gaozu Junao will definitely be chased by Shenlou and Shenshou Tavern this time when he is going to the Upper Realm. The Shenlou is home to strong gods, and the Shenshou Tavern is even more unfathomable in the upper realm. ,"

"If there is no senior escort, I am afraid that there will be life in danger."

Li Xuan smiled:

"Worry that Jun Ao is fake, worry that Wukong is real."

The old Bodhi shook his head and smiled, and Li Xuan said:

"Friend Bodhi, I'm very curious, Wukong is not your disciple, why are you still so caring?"

The old Bodhi Tao was startled, thought for a while, and said:

"Although Wukong is not my disciple now, the fairy bond between me and him still exists."

"If you don't do anything, it's really sad."

Li Xuan nodded:

"Don't worry, you care so much,"

"I'm a master, how can I let it go?"

With that, a phantom in Li Xuan slowly stood up, walked to the old Bodhi Tao, and turned into a person like Li Xuan with a smile on his face.

The next moment, Li Xuan's clone disappeared in place.

The Bodhi Master looked at Li Xuan, who was still sitting on the white jade seat, slowly thinking.

Above the sky in the lower realm, there is a void.

Jun Ao’s saber on his waist walked through the void, and soon he came to the highest point of the sky.

Above his head, an almost transparent barrier appeared on which a rhyme flowed,

It should be the barrier set up by Heaven to restrict the arrival of the strong from the upper realm.

In the barrier, there is a gate, which permeates an aura that is many times stronger than the lower realm.

There are bursts of suction, as if to draw Jun Ao into it.

This is the prehistoric gate.

Whether it's the descending of the upper realm or the ascent of the lower realm, they all pass through this gate.

The monks who stepped into the Great Luo Realm would be affected by the suction of this door, but they could be led to the upper realm without resisting this suction.

It was also because of this that Jun Ao was able to find this gate so quickly.

However, his gaze did not fall on the boundary gate, but at the barrier beside the gate.

Jun Ao stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword at his waist, and Qingping's sword edge instantly went out of its sheath by a foot!

The blue and black sword aura suddenly skyrocketed, slashing on the barrier,

boom!

A figure flew upside down a hundred meters away, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Sure enough, the barriers set by the Heavenly Dao were not something he could break at will in a small Luojing.

Jun Ao took the sword into its sheath, leaped forward, and leaped into the gate.

Passing through the gate, the world takes on a whole new look,

Standing on the towering mountain peak, Jun Ao looked down at the surrounding Yunhai Mountains, only feeling that the surrounding aura was more than dozens of times stronger than the lower realm.

This feeling is familiar and unfamiliar.

In his memory, the Upper Realm was still the Divine Continent of Middle-earth, one of the five prehistoric continents.

But the area is larger than the other four continents combined.

The strongest of the primordial kingdoms are also here,

Later, the land and the land were separated, and the upper realm was cut off from the lower realm until now.

He pressed his thoughts and looked in the direction of the Shenlou, with murderous intent in his eyes boiling.

However, Jun Ao understood that he couldn't go to the Shenlou now.

Not to mention the Divine Hunting Tavern, my own current cultivation base of the Great Luo Realm may not even be able to defeat the Holy Realm, let alone the White Sky at the pinnacle of the Divine Realm.

He came to the upper realm to go to a place.

A place where he can quickly become stronger.

But before that, you need to go to another place and seek asylum.

But as soon as the thought fell, there appeared a group of figures around Jun Ao. All of these people were dressed in white robes, and the weakest auras were Da Luo Jin Wonderland.

The head of the man with arms around his chest, looked at himself with a smile, pretending to pinch the sword tactics, erected in front of his chest, bowed slightly, and bowed his sword:

"Bai Li, the captain of the law enforcement team of Shenlou Xingtang, has seen Lord Sword God."

"Master Sword God, you haven't seen you for 30,000 years, your realm has fallen a lot."

Jun Ao's gaze fell on the man's face, his expression indifferent:

"Killing you is enough."

Bai Li smiled:

"Master Sword God, I'm still as cold and arrogant as ever, Lord Hall commander ordered me to wait again. I thought that Master Sword God would not be so impulsive to come here to die. I didn't expect it, you. The temperament is exactly the same as it was back then, and it hasn't changed at all."

"But now you don't have the strength to say this."

Bai Li smiled but not smiled:

"Come on, Lord Sword God, come back to the Shenlou as a guest."

The cultivator of the law enforcement team behind him just wanted to do it, but the Qingping sword in Jun Ao's hand was already out of the sheath!

Huh!

The blue and black sword energy raged on the mountain peaks. In a blink of an eye, dozens of law enforcement cultivators were all beheaded and killed.

Bai Li, the only surviving Hunyuan Great Luojing Peak, also vomited blood, and his meridians were severed. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, looked at Jun Ao, who was drifting away, and said with a grin:

"You can't run. The moment you appeared, I notified Lord Hall Master. At this time, Lord Hall Master, the landlord, and the assassins of the Shenshou Tavern were all rushing here!"

"You have no way to escape!"

boom!

After saying this, Bai Li's head hit the ground heavily, dying of anger.

Jun Ao directly turned into a sword light and swept away in a certain direction.

at the same time,

Inside the Shenlou, the Xingtang Hall Master said in a deep voice:

"Owner, there is news from the law enforcement team that Bai Ao has passed through the boundary gate."

Bai Qiong stood up abruptly and looked at the master of Xingtang:

"How many people came?"

The Xingtang hall master smiled:

"This guy doesn't know how to live or die, so he dared to come alone."

Bai Qiong squinted slightly and sneered: