Prehistoric: At the beginning, lead the Wu tribe to climb the quantum technology tree

Chapter 67 The Immortals complained, Hongjun was shocked!!

“Where did this person come from?”

Hongjun has no waves on the surface, but he is pondering in his heart, with his ability, if he has time, Yuan Shen should be able to find the difference in the Wu tribe when he probes the flooded wasteland,

But since his sanctification has been busy preaching, joining the way,

There is really no concern for the flooded wasteland, and now looking at Yi Yuan’s quantum battle body, I can’t help but muttered in my heart.

“It seems to be completely indistinguishable from normal creatures, but on closer inspection, it is indeed weird, absurd, and indescribable…”

How powerful is Hongjun?

Nothing under the sage’s Yuan God probe can hide from his probe,

The other party’s body obviously looks like flesh and blood cells, internal organs, bones, meridians, everything, fine density to the limit, but his feelings tell him

Right now, it’s not a real creature.

As if the real soul is not in the body… There is a kind of soul of another time and space, manipulating the self of this parallel universe…

This kind of feeling of this power system, even if Bowen is like him, it is unheard of!

“Daozu?”

After Hongjun appeared, the Zixiao Palace was quiet, and the immortals waited for a long time and did not see Hongjun speak,

Tong Zi Haotian couldn’t help but remind out loud, this is the auspicious time to preach, do you always start preaching?

“Huh?”

Hongjun suddenly came to his senses, took a deep look at Yi Yuan, and planned to investigate his origin after the sermon,

“The first sermon reshapes the foundation of Wonderland and establishes a life for the people!”

“The second sermon is shallow to wade into the holy path, and continue to learn for the immortals!”

“This is the third sermon, when preaching the three methods of sanctification, I hope that all of you will practice preaching as soon as possible!”

As soon as Hongjun Jinkou opened, he suddenly stunned the immortals, and the power of the saint penetrated into the heart of the immortals from the first time Hongjun appeared,

Almost everyone, even now, is only the bottom of the Taiyi Golden Immortal, and they have not tasted a heart to enlighten and sanctify,

But no one felt that Hongjun really wanted to teach all the teachings of preaching, wasn’t he afraid that someone would surpass him after becoming holy?

“Dao Ancestor is broad-minded and selfless and fearless to the world, and we admire it.”

“Three times preaching, although we do not have the name of master and disciple, but we have the reality of a master and disciple, we should worship it as a teacher!”

Di Jun spoke loudly, and said in a choked tone,

After speaking, ignore the expressions of others, first bow down to the ground and shout teacher!

“Heh, isn’t it afraid that the saint will blame the death of the Eastern Prince? Hypocrisy! ”

Yuan Shi snorted coldly in his heart, but also quickly bowed down and shouted the teacher,

No way, this half of his body is still in the hands of the Wu Clan, it is better to ask a teacher to ask the saint for help, right?

“Shameless!”

Others cursed secretly in their hearts, but they had to follow along,

After all, there is the truth of preaching, and others are willing to perform disciple rites but you are not, what do you mean?

Hongjun thought about it and did not open his mouth to stop it, originally he was also going to propose to accept disciples after this sermon,

The Zixiao Palace worshipped a lot, only Yi Yuan stood out unmoved, and he did not cultivate Hongjun’s Yuan God Dao, naturally he would not worship.

“Yi Yuan, under the sage seat, why don’t you worship?”

Yuan Shi, who had long had a gap with Yi Yuan, suddenly opened his mouth and shouted angrily when he saw this scene, but his heart wanted to burst into anger,

Everyone worships saints, and there is nothing special about themselves,

Who knew that Yi Yuan would automatically send it to the door, how could he miss such a good opportunity to photograph the saint’s horses?

“Yi Yuan, you barbarian witch clan, you used to be arrogant and arrogant in persecuting Daoists, but today you dare to be arrogant in the Holy Arena!”

“Teacher, this Wu Clan Yi Yuan is arrogant and arrogant, please ask the teacher to punish!”

The Wu Clan that does not cultivate the Yuan God and the other Honghuang Ten Thousand Races can be said to be natural opponents, and at this time, they are in the base camp of their Xuanmen,

On weekdays, the Wu clan is too strong to offend, and today there is an opportunity for saints to support and shoot saints by the way, who will miss it?

At the moment, thousands of people in the entire Zixiao Palace accused one after another, and they had the intention of using the power of the saint to kill Yi Yuan.

“Wu Clan? Is he from the Wu Clan? ”

Hongjun didn’t mind that Yi Yuan didn’t worship, but was surprised,

He naturally knows the Wu Clan, after all, he is familiar with the representative of Pangu’s physical body, but where can he see the slightest shadow of the Wu Clan on this creature?

The most representative of the Wu Clan is the thick bloody aura and the rough and barbaric flesh qi,

Where can there be such a gentleman’s gentle and jade temperament?

“Teacher Hui, this Yi Yuan is the thirteenth ancestral witch of the Wu clan, and he has done all evil with his strong strength!”

Yuan Shi hurriedly stood up and made a small report, and the lower body maintained with mana disappeared with a wave of his hand to reveal a miserable half-cut body,

“Hundreds of years ago, he forcibly occupied the East China Sea Immortal Island, and the disciple went to theorize with him that this person even beheaded half of the disciple’s body and threatened to suppress it for ten thousand years…”

Di Jun’s eyes turned sharply, how could he miss such an opportunity to fall into the well,

“Yes, this Wu clan is arrogant and arrogant, the Wu clan also practices magic skills to harm Wuxuanmen Taoists, and there are even strange magical powers pretending to be others to frame others everywhere!”

“In this way, the Wu Clan is not enough to be angry among the commoners, and it will not show the Holy Power of Wuxuanmen!”

Yuan Shi secretly glanced at Di Jun gratefully, although the two had a disagreement before, but at this time they were indeed in the same interest, in short, it was enough to encourage the saint to take action against the Wu Clan

Your Wu clan is strong, can it still be stronger than the saints?

“Thirteen Ancestral Witches of the Wu Clan??”

Hongjun’s face is strange, are you stupid?

The twelve ancestral witches of the Wu clan are determined by heaven, although the essence blood of Pangu is far more than twelve, but the ancestral witch is not only the essence blood can be incarnated, but also needs to open the heavens merit,

The heaven-opening merit of Pangu essence blood is just that, combined with twelve drops of essence blood, it happens to give birth to the twelve ancestral witches,

You think that the Chinese cabbage can’t be made, and there are thirteen ancestral witches…

However, although he thought so in his heart, Hongjun couldn’t help but have a trace of curiosity about the Wu Clan in his heart,

What did this witch clan do, causing everyone to be angry and resentful?

Hongjun closed his eyes, and the Yuan God instantly covered the entire flood wilderness under the blessing of the power of the Heavenly Dao,

Soon found the tribe of the Wu clan, even with the prestige and insight of his saint,

I can’t help but be stunned!

The neat streets, the beautiful and exquisite buildings,

The students sitting in the rows of serious classes in the orderly education school seemed to be no different from their own preaching once in 3,000 years.

And the solemn research institute, the witch soldiers who are constantly moving like ants inside,

Precision parts are erected and assembled into machines with different functions.

There are even quantum condenser guns, quantum warships, etc. parked in the military factory,

No matter what it is, it gives Hongjun a feeling of both novelty and consternation, almost.

“This witch clan, it seems that the painting style is a little wrong?”

Hongjun retracted the Yuan God in a trance and looked at the indignant immortals below with a strange expression…