Prehistoric: God-level choice, take Zhao Gongming at the beginning

Chapter 202 If the mountain collapses, all the saints will take action!

After the explosion, the sound of shouting and killing in Buzhou Mountain disappeared instantly, as if everything was over.

Only the Chaos Bell of Donghuang Taiyi still stands on the top of Buzhou Mountain.

The whole body is black and yellow, exuding great power.

The power of the innate treasure shocked the nine heavens and ten places, attracting the attention of countless monks in the ancient world.

"Look, after the death of Demon Emperor Taiyi, the Chaos Bell remained. It is an innate treasure!"

"The innate treasure has the power to open up the world. Whoever gets it may hope to become the second Eastern Emperor Taiyi."

Countless powerful people from all over the world made great exclamations, with undisguised envy and greed in their eyes.

But even so, no one took action.

Because today's prehistoric times are no longer the prehistoric times before.

The Six Saints are high above, overlooking the wilderness, and are the absolute overlords.

Even if the Chaos Clock had a new owner, it would definitely be chosen among the Six Saints, so they wouldn't even think about it.

In the west, at Mount Sumeru, beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, Zhunti's eyes shined brightly, and countless little stars flashed.

"Brother, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. This is the innate treasure, the Chaos Clock. If we in the West can get it,"

"Let's take it together."

The answer is also very simple.

The brothers took action together, stretched out two giant hands that covered the sky and the sun from the west, grabbed Buzhou Mountain, and wanted to take the Chaos Bell in their hands with the force of thunder.

But the other Four Saints were also paying attention. Seeing that the two people from the West made the first move, they frowned and took action as well.

When Zhunti's giant hand reached Mount Buzhou, the Four Sages' methods also arrived.

The Six Saints' mana tightly surrounded the Chaos Bell, eager to try.

I saw the Chaos Bell making a buzzing and trembling sound as if it had a spirit, and flew around the giant palm.

The black and yellow light on the clock suddenly bloomed, shattering the space and disappearing.

"No, the Chaos Bell is alive."

The expressions of the Six Saints changed slightly, and at the same moment they tore apart the space and disappeared.

I don’t know how long it took, but above the nine heavens, the space was shattered, the figures of the Six Saints appeared, and everyone’s hands were empty.

There was no trace of the spiritual treasure Dao Yun, so it was obvious that the Chaos Bell was not captured in the end.

The saints were expressionless, and there was no trace of disappointment on their faces.

It's good that the Chaos Bell disappeared, otherwise there would only be one, and if someone snatched it, it would be a great threat to the other saints.

Only the two sages of the West sighed, with a somewhat lonely look on their faces. Taiqing had the Tai Chi Diagram, Yuqing had the Pangu Flag, Shangqing had the Four Swords of Killing Immortals, and Nuwa had the Qiankun Cauldron.

Each of the four people has an innate treasure in their hands.

Only in the west, he is very poor, not to mention the few spiritual treasures he has.

I also incurred a large debt, which has not yet been repaid.

This Chaos Clock belongs to the West.

After the war ended, countless monks in the prehistoric era also breathed a sigh of relief.

"This battle is far better than Long Han's back then. It's simply terrifying."

"Whatever the horror of this battle, it's not over yet. It's just that I feel sorry for Buzhoushan and suffered such heavy losses."

Buzhou Mountain, after such a battle, almost all the winding mountains collapsed, leaving only the main veins connecting heaven and earth.

"I didn't expect that the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan have been fighting for so many years, and it would end in this way. It's so tragic."

Some powerful people lamented that this battle lasted for hundreds of years and resulted in countless casualties.

"Look, something is not right. The calamity on Buzhou Mountain has not dissipated at all, but is getting worse."

As soon as these words came out, countless powerful people in the prehistoric era could no longer calm down.

They stared at Mount Buzhou intently, and their expressions changed slightly when they saw that the tribulation energy on Mount Buzhou was still surging.

As we all know, after the birth of primitive creatures, they breed endless resentment, death, and murderous intent.

These negative emotions are accumulating every moment.

When it accumulates to a certain level, there will be conditions for calamity to form.The Witch Clan and the Demon Clan are constantly fighting, creating a very strong evil spirit in the world.

These evil spirits from heaven and earth are equivalent to a catalyst.

Coupled with the negative emotions accumulated for countless thousands of years, a disaster will break out.

After the calamity broke out, the heaven and earth returned to clarity, which represented the end of the calamity.

But now on Buzhou Mountain, the calamity energy is still rolling violently, which is obviously a sign that the calamity is not over yet.

At this moment, not only countless veteran powerful men, but also all the saints had huge doubts in their hearts.

The two great demon kings in heaven and the twelve ancestral witches of the witch clan all fell in Buzhou Mountain. It is time for the calamity to dissipate and the world to be clear.

Suddenly, there was another huge movement in the peaceful Buzhou Mountain.

The ancestor of water, Wu Gonggong, who was supposed to have fallen, stood up again.

His eyes were no longer as clear as before, but were corroded by evil spirits and turned scarlet.

"That figure is Gonggong, the ancestral witch!"

"The ancestral witch Gonggong has not died. Could it be said that the final winner of this lich war is the witch clan?"

"It's hard to say, there are still five demon saints from the demon clan who haven't shown up yet!"

The prehistoric great power was surprised and started talking about it.

"Brother, I'm here to accompany you!" Gonggong glanced around and saw devastation everywhere, only blood and killings, and he felt sad for a moment.

He looked up to the sky and sighed, tears of blood streaming from the corners of his eyes, and then without hesitation he hit the only main vein of Buzhou Mountain left.

"Boom."

The entire prehistoric world was shaken. The Buzhou Mountain Tianzhu, which connects the heaven and the earth, was knocked out by Gonggong and created a big gap halfway up the mountain.

Then, the Primordial Sky Pillar began to tremble suddenly, shook, and then suddenly fell from the sky.

"The sky pillar has collapsed!"

"How dare Gonggong? This is the pillar left by Pangu's father."

The Six Saints' expression changed slightly, and they appeared in front of Mount Buzhou.

Taiqing shouted, "Follow me and hold on."

Buzhou Mountain connects heaven and earth. Once it breaks, the impact will be even greater than the previous lich decisive battle.

That was a catastrophe that could threaten the safety of all races in the wild.

The six saints exerted their strength together, with terrifying power, unable to maintain their main veins, and time seemed to have stopped.

Buzhou's main pulse seemed to have returned to its usual calm.

But instead of relaxing, the Six Saints actually had cold sweat on their foreheads.

I don't know how long it took, but Honghuang was shaken again. A black-yellow stone fell down, and Yuan Shi, who reacted the fastest, took it into his arms.

Then a few smaller pieces fell down, which were collected by the saints.

The Six Saints could no longer maintain the Buzhou Main Vein, and only heard the rumbling sound. The huge Buzhou Main Vein completely collapsed and fell to the ground.

The pillars of heaven collapsed, great disasters occurred in the ancient times, countless silent volcanoes erupted, and hot magma flooded countless plains and mountains.

The four seas set off huge waves, and the water from the four seas swept and spread, submerging one mountain after another.

I don't know when a big hole appeared in the sky.

Earth, fire, water, and wind carried countless chaotic air currents and rushed in. An unprecedented disaster immediately occurred in the wilderness.

Jin'ao Island, Duobao's heart trembled violently, remembering what his senior brother said to him when he left Jin'ao Island.

When the pillars of heaven collapse and a catastrophe strikes, it is a great opportunity for Jie Jiao disciples to come forward to save the world, promote Taoism, and earn merit.

Duobao turned around and said to countless Jie Jiao disciples, "The pillars of heaven collapsed, earth, fire, water and wind poured into the wilderness. A great disaster occurred in the wilderness, and all races were plunged into dire straits. All junior brothers and sisters are willing to follow me down the mountain, and for All races in the wild have intercepted a glimmer of hope?"

"We will."

All the disciples of Jie Jiao shouted loudly, the blood of Jie Jiao disciples has not yet solidified, and they are still willing to save a glimmer of life for all races in the wild.

"Okay, if you are willing, come down the mountain with me."

(End of this chapter)