The Pan King of the Ancient World Proved the Way

He didn't dare to laugh, he was scared to death.

He regretted that he had gotten carried away and actually expressed the joy in his heart.

"Spare your life? Anyone who disrespects our witch clan will die!"

Xing Tian said this harshly and closed his palms suddenly.

boom!

Xingtian's power reaches the sky and reaches all the way to the past, and even reaches the future. With this pinch, the Taiyi Golden Immortal will most likely be completely dead. The past and the future have lost all trace of him. From now on, except for the creatures above Daluo Golden Immortal, no one else will even remember the existence of such a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

After executing those who feared chaos in the world, Xing Tian finally felt better.

He was about to give an order to restore order, when suddenly, a strong sense of crisis enveloped his mind. The invisible pressure spanned the infinite realms of time and space and surrounded him.

"not good!"

Xing Tian's mind finally became clearer: a quasi-sage should not take action in the prehistoric world!

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were able to take action, but it was just a side shot. When the great powers were discussing, the underworld had not yet been born. If the ancestral witches did not conquer the underworld, these great powers would take action sooner or later. In addition, Hou Tu had to complete the important matter of reincarnation, and it was not convenient for the great powers to care about it.

But he, Xing Tian, ​​doesn't have any amulet at all.

"Xingtian, you are so brave, you dare to violate the agreement of the quasi-sage not to take action. For the safety of the prehistoric world, I have no choice but to suppress you under Zhoushan Mountain, and you will suffer immeasurable calamities!"

An indifferent voice came from everywhere and entered Pangu Witch City.

The sound alone was so powerful that Xing Tian had no desire to resist.

"A saint must be a saint!"

Xing Tian's face turned pale. He didn't expect that he would be targeted by the saint just after he took action.

He was still calm, and his figure suddenly shrank, then flew high into the sky, bowing in all directions: "Sage Rongzhen, I am just confused for a moment, and I have no intention of violating the agreement. Moreover, I am on the basis of the Wu Clan, and I have no understanding of the prehistoric world. If it causes any bad influence, please forgive me."

In Pangu Witch City, there are still some witch clans that have not been punished by heaven. They clearly feel that their great witch is going to be unlucky.

"Xingtian, what can your Wu Clan do that others can't say? That immortal friend just now was wiped out by your Wu Clan. Because his race refused to submit to your Wu Clan, your Wu Clan killed his entire clan. One million and eighty thousand souls. He endured humiliation and eked out a living, but he died in your hands."

"Xingtian, don't blame others. If you want to blame, just blame your Wu clan for doing too many evil things."

After the unknown saint finished speaking, he took action.

Xing Tian was on guard, he wanted to do something, but his vision suddenly went dark for no reason, and his body seemed to be filled with lead, unable to move at all.

Gudu! Gudu!

The scorching waves of air came all over the place, and when he regained his senses again, in front of him was a red, bubbling sea of ​​lava.

And his limbs were also tied with divine chains, fixed in a lava cave, and hung flat, facing the magma.

Sizzle!

Purple thunder and lightning surged above the divine chain, impacting his body every few snaps of his fingers, making him feel ecstasy and unable to stop.

Xing Tian's facial muscles twitched, and he was completely desperate.

He knew that he was really suppressed by the saint.

Suppressed to the point of immeasurable calamity, he really might as well be dead.

In Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain, a bald and white-haired old immortal knelt down three times and bowed nine times to salute Yuanshi Tianzun.

He burst into tears: "Junior Nanjizi, thank you to the saint for saving me. Without the saint, my snow goose family would have been extinct."

Nanjizi lives at the extreme end of the South China Sea in the prehistoric world. There is a large glacier there. His innate snow goose clan is the master of the glacier.

The Witch Clan wanted to subdue the Snow Goose Clan and treat the Snow Goose Clan as their spiritual pets. The Snow Goose Clan definitely disagreed, and as a result, the Xuanming Witch Clan used the ice and snow method to wipe out the clan.

Nanjizi seemed to have inherited the remaining luck of the Snow Goose clan. He cultivated as a Golden Immortal, crossed the South China Sea, and came to the ancient continent. He practiced along the way and reached the level of Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Looking at Nanjizi's miserable appearance, Yuanshi Tianzun felt a little distressed.

He calculated that this Nanjizi actually had a master-disciple relationship with him. Although the relationship was shallow, he could still enter the gate and wall of Yuxu Palace.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have been able to sense the crisis Antarctica was facing and rescue him specifically. There are too many creatures in the ancient world. As a saint, it is impossible for him to sense that every creature is in trouble and then save it.

"Nanjizi, you are destined to be of Yuxu's lineage. Are you willing to join my sect and become a registered disciple?"

Yuanshi Tianzun was too lazy to talk nonsense and directly extended an olive branch. When Houtu becomes enlightened, he will still have to deal with matters in the underworld and will be very busy.

There is nothing he can do about Hou Tu becoming the master of reincarnation. He cannot intervene in the reincarnation of heaven, but he must supervise the reincarnation of humanity.

Nanjizi was overjoyed when he heard this, and echoes rang in his mind,

Who wouldn’t want to be a disciple of a saint?

This time, the saint rescued him from Xing Tian without any knowledge of God or ghost, and then suppressed Xing Tian effortlessly.

"Disciple Nanjizi pays homage to the teacher. The teacher will enjoy immortal blessings forever, and his luck will be as good as the sky!"

"Hahahaha! Disciple, please get up!"

Yuanshi Tianzun laughed.

Yuanshi Tianzun is delighted to have a good disciple, and Nanjizi has a famous teacher. Everyone is happy, but the Wu clan is not happy.

When the divine punishment came, the Wu clan suffered countless casualties and mourned everywhere. Pangu Wu City was also vandalized, smashed, and looted. Some daring people took advantage of the situation and robbed all the shops and stores opened by the Wu clan.

They thought that the Wu clan was no longer good and would be exterminated.

Otherwise, even Xing Tian would be captured, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches would not stand up to speak justice for their people.

"The Witch Clan is in doom. The whereabouts of the Twelve Ancestral Witches are unknown, and another divine scourge has come. It seems like the three clans of Dragon, Phoenix and Qilin have been abandoned by Heaven."

"Gaga, that makes sense. There are rich treasures in the Witch God Tower, so we can't take advantage of others."

"Xing Tiandu was suppressed, Kuafu guarded the heaven, Chi You went to the East China Sea, and the Wu clan is now extremely weak. Go, fight, smash, and rob!"

Countless spiritual thoughts were flying around Pangu Witch City, and a group of careerists brought a second disaster to the Witch Clan.

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Chapter 104 The Immortal's Deadline

The Witch Clan is not the only race to suffer divine punishment, the Demon Clan is also having a hard time.

Justice may be late, but it will never be absent. In terms of committing evil, the demon clan's achievements are no lower than that of the witch clan.

In King Pan's previous life, there were no gods, and good and evil would be rewarded in the end. Sometimes it was just an empty talk. Human power was limited, and laws based on human power were naturally limited. But in the ancient world, the sky has eyes, which has become a truth.

The way of heaven is kind to all living beings. Only a harmonious prehistoric period can make the world continue to progress.

The number of the demon clan is much greater than that of the witch clan, and the speed at which the demon clan reproduces cannot be matched by the witch clan. Bee demons can lay hundreds or thousands of eggs in one nest, and ant demons are even worse.

Fertility among the Witch Clan is more difficult than that of the Immortals. The essence and blood of the Witch Clan are integrated, and it is difficult for their essence to pass from one side to the other.

Therefore, on this day, the stars in the sky all lit up, much brighter than usual. It was the light emitted by the immortals of the demon clan when they were punished by heaven.

There were so many of them that the light of divine punishment lit up the stars.

"Your Majesty, more than half of the tribe has been punished by heaven. What should we do?"

Bai Ze rushed into the Xihuang Palace and said in a hurry.

The reason why he was anxious was because Zhoutian Star God and those fake Da Luo Jinxian were also affected, seriously injured, and more than a hundred people died.

If this continues, their Zhoutian Star Formation will be destroyed.

Although nowadays, quasi-sages are not allowed to fight in the wild, but with strength, the demon clan will have the right to speak.

Fuxi frowned and said helplessly: "Emperor Wa has already told me about this. My demon clan has committed too many sins before. If reincarnation is completed in the future, my demon clan will naturally receive retribution. This is a disaster that cannot be avoided. . But Emperor Wa also said that our demon clan is doomed, and the witch clan is not much better either."

When Bai Ze heard this, his heart was shaken, and he asked cautiously: "What about us, the quasi-sages?"

When he followed Emperor Jun and Taiyi to fight, many creatures were slaughtered, such as King Pan's magical medicine mountain. If King Pan hadn't turned the tide, all the creatures would have been bloodbathed by the monsters.

Of course Fuxi understood. He looked up at Bai Ze and said slowly: "What is supposed to come will come. Fellow Taoist, don't worry."

Bai Ze understood Fuxi's words.

Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs. Except for Pangu Zhengzong, all other creatures have the same status in the eyes of heaven, regardless of whether you are a quasi-sage or a junior in the realm of immortals.

Since Bai Ze has committed the act of killing creatures, he will definitely have to pay the price for it in the future.

However, Bai Ze is a quasi-sage and is immortal. There is no need to be afraid of retribution no matter how great it is.

Bai Ze stared blankly at the boundless starry sky. For a moment, he was mesmerized.

Hou Tu was completely unaware of everything she had caused. She was immersed in her own world, immersed in the wonderful feeling of improving her Taoism.

A pen and a book flew out from the depths of the underworld and fell into the form of Hou Tu.

She was so blessed that an idea suddenly occurred to her.

The creatures in the ancient world, starting from the earth immortals, have the same lifespan as the heaven and the earth, and the sun and the moon have the same age. However, there is not one person in the world who can improve his cultivation to the realm of Daluo Jinxian.

Therefore, there are many useless people who have been cultivating for countless years and are still miraculous immortals.

The book that flew out from the depths of the underworld opened automatically, with generous divine light, and the pen also started writing under the control of Hou Tu.

Swish, swish, swish!

Each Taoist number and personal name were written on the dark book with a magic pen.