Prehistoric: Create a Purgatory Version of Volume Tribulation, Frighten Hongjun

014. A person who cannot be described in words, the dean who transcends the avenue!

Wanjie Academy.

Houtu, the lord of the calamity, went down the mountain.

“I don’t know what’s going on with them, brother?”

“Are you still training the Twelve Metropolis Heavenly Sword Formation?”

“And Xing Tian and Hou Yi, are there any mischief?”

This time it was really full of gains, enough to solve the current problems of the Wu clan.

Houtu was noticed just after going down the mountain.

Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun finally relaxed after seeing Houtu.

“Does it appear?”

“Where did the Wu Clan Houtu go during this time?”

“Huh! How can there be a special kind of energy that is not a soul, but it makes Hou Tu stronger.”

As a saint, one naturally has strong eyesight.

The state of Houtu today is very different.

Hou Tu has no primordial spirit. What he cultivates is the flesh, and he only comprehends the laws.

Now, Hongjun saw another kind of power in her body.

“It’s just that I haven’t seen it for hundreds of years, but there has been such a big change, who is behind the layout?”

“Is it really you raising eyebrows?!”

Hongjun has just checked, and it seems that nothing has been found.

This kind of power across time and space seems to be a bit similar to the remnant flower and willow that raises eyebrows.

“Houtu still has to lead her to the right path, and let her become reincarnation as soon as possible.”

“As for calculation, as long as it is in the prehistoric world, what can be calculated with the strongest calculation?”

Hongjun has white beard and eyebrows, wrinkles all over his face, and nothing special can be seen on his old face.

However, the moment he opened his eyes, the vast world, the stars of the universe, and all things in the world seemed to flash in it quickly, fleeting, and only a pair of eyes that were as deep as the heavens.

His Niwan Palace was wide open, and a lot of auspicious clouds and mists were scattered above his head. Three Taoists with similar faces sat on it, with different expressions.

There are countless innate treasures in Qingyun, or Ruyi, or whisk, or treasure map, or ancient flags, or Danding, or lotus platform, etc., etc.

Tai Chi diagram, Qiankun Ding, Pangu flags, twelve golden lotus, etc., as long as they are the same, they can be the dominant.

“The three-corpse method has been handed down to the world, and the age of the saint should also come.”

As the mansion of innate gods who descended from Hongmeng and born with human appearance, Hongjun Taoist.

After he opened the sky, he obtained a large piece of jade disc fragments in the west of Buzhou Mountain, and realized the great road.

Now that he has achieved the status of a saint who is not alive or dead, and is not bad, he is also considering the future.

Who doesn’t want to go to a higher level?

……………

Witch tribe.

When Houtu returned to the Witch Clan, it caused a shock to the entire Witch Clan.

You know, Houtu has suddenly disappeared over the years.

In order to find Houtu, Dijiang quickly turned the entire prehistoric land upside down.

“Sister, is it really you?”

“His grandma, I thought you were kidnapped by the old crow of Di Jun.”

“If you don’t show up again, brother and I will kill the heavenly court.”

The color of joy in Zhu Rong’s eyes started from words, and couldn’t stop it.

Except for Zhu Rong who rushed out first, Gonggong bounced over and fell heavily on the ground.

“Sister, you can be regarded as coming back. Where have you been these days?”

As soon as the voice fell, a respected voice came out again.

Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, Qiangliang…

On this day, the twelve ancestor witches gathered.

A banquet was held.

Celebrate the return of Houtu.

During the banquet, Hou Tu also began to explain his adventures.

“What? So, what kind of Ten Thousand Realms Academy have you been in these days?”

Zhu Rong’s eyes widened, and he fought fiercely.

Thinking that Zhu Rong has lived for most of his life and has never heard of such a place, it is really amazing.

“Wanjie Academy, Wanjie Academy.”

“Little girl, is this so-called college a place?”

Because of curiosity in his heart, Zhu Rong gradually asked.

People of their witch race have always said something and never concealed their inner thoughts.

After Zhu Rong asked, the rest of the ancestral witches also looked at them, and they seemed to be very interested.

In the prehistoric world, there are few things that can be entertained except for cultivation.

Maybe listening to stories is a good pastime.

Houtu, seeing these brothers, the corners of their mouths slightly cocked.

“Since my brothers want to listen, let me talk about it.”

“Wanjie Academy is a place where chances gather, and everyone who can come there is the master of calamity.”

“At that day, I was led by the way of heaven and turned into reincarnation, but I didn’t want to save me because of the mysterious invitation that I received later…”

“After coming to Ten Thousand Realms Academy, I met the ancestor of the Phoenix and the ancestor of the dragon in the Longhan period, the ancestor of the dragon and the ancestor of the dragon. Dean of Wanjie Academy.”

“The dean’s ability to shock the world and weeping ghosts and spirits cannot be explained by the saint, heaven, and great realms. I can’t describe the dean in words…”

When Hou Tu said this, his face had completely changed.

A sense of awe, a sense of respect, a sense of admiration spontaneously…

And she didn’t know that when she finished speaking, all the voices at the otherwise lively banquet disappeared.

quiet!

Deathly silence!

Di Jiang and others could not say anything.

etc…..

What did they just hear?

Who did the little girl see in Wanjie Academy?

The three overlords in the Longhan Period, Fengzu, Zulong, and Shiqilin?

The arrogant Luo Huo?

Beast Emperor God Rebellion?

And what kind of dean, could it have surpassed Daozu, surpassed the Dao?

As the leader of the Witch Clan, Di Jiang was the first to react.

It’s just that he is still full of doubts in his heart.

“No, sister, aren’t Luo Hu and Shenni already dead? How could they still be there?”

“Although the Zulong and others are still there, it seems that they can only never come back.”

Hearing this, Houtu nodded, seeming to agree with Di Jiang’s words.

“Big brother is only one of them. I don’t know the other. The ability of Wanjie Academy is unimaginable for ordinary people.”

“It contains the masters of ancient and modern calamities.”

“Because of Ten Thousand Realms Academy, I have found a solution to the Wu Clan’s non-primitive spirit.”

Rumble!

When this heavy news came out, all the ancestor witches present stood up.

Has the confusion of the Witch tribe been resolved? *