The god-level tyrant of the prehistoric fantasy

The pressure in Zhao Hao's heart was extremely high: Could it be that if I crossed over, it would be the fate of hiccups in the end?

I am not satisfied!

The other traversers all have stacks of golden fingers and golden thighs. After transmigrating, they will be full of domineering aura, slaughtering gods and destroying Buddhas, crushing everyone, and becoming the strongest!

Why didn't I?

Why can't I become the strongest in the world of Conferred Gods! !

Zhao Hao roared in his heart.

But the mind became more and more clear.

He is thinking of a way to break the situation and resist the saint!

In his previous life, he had read countless novels about prehistoric gods.

He knew that under the Dao of Heaven, there are only seven saints, but now, there are six saints who are Taishang Laojun, Yuanshi Tianzun, Master Tongtian, and Nuwa.

That is to say, there is only one holy seat left in this world, and one more saint can appear!

Not bad!

It's that holy seat!

Zhao Hao's eyes lit up, as long as he grasped the holy throne, he would have the opportunity to become a saint, and as long as he became a saint, he would naturally live forever, and Yin Shang would not need to be destroyed !

As for the Battle of Conferred Gods!

If he joins hands with Master Tongtian to set up the Great Formation of Immortal Execution, splitting up the four sects of Immortal Execution, Immortal Slaughter, Immortal Trapping, and Immortal Absolute, it is the Taishang Laojun, Yuanshi Tianzun, who will join forces and attack together. It is also absolutely invincible!

Then, the Battle of the Conferred Gods can be changed!

But, how to obtain that holy seat?

Zhao Hao thought quickly.

According to countless novels of Hong Huangliu, when Hongjun became a saint, he gave a lecture on the Dao of Heaven and Earth in Zixiao Palace, and once placed six futons in front of him.

And those six futons were originally occupied by Taishang Laojun, Yuanshi Tianzun, Tongtian leader, Nuwa, Kunpeng and Hongyun.

It was only later that Zhun made a trick and asked Hongyun to give him the futon, and then used another trick to force Kunpeng to give up the futon to his senior brother to pick him up.

And these six futons represent the positions of the six major disciples of Daozu Hongjun.

Hongjun Daozu bestowed each of the six major disciples with a piece of Hongmeng Ziqi.

This majestic purple energy is the holy seat, the foundation of holiness!

Then, in order to compensate Hongyun who first gave up the futon, Daozu Hongjun gave Hongyun the last burst of purple energy between the heavens and the earth.

It's just that Hongyun is a good old man, and he offended Kunpeng because of the futon incident. After leaving the Zixiao Palace, he was plotted against by Kunpeng, and was coveted by the demon emperor Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi, Styx Godfather and other great powers. The primordial purple energy in his body finally ended in death, and the primordial purple energy on his body finally disappeared completely between the heaven and the earth, and no one knew where it was going.

Zhao Hao also didn't know where the majestic purple energy went.

But he vaguely remembered that in a certain novel about the creation of the wilderness, it was recorded that as long as the blood of the twelve ancestral witches of the witch clan was collected, the formation of the twelve gods and demons of the whole world could be formed, and Pangu could be summoned from it. Real body, if you condense yourself with Pangu's real body, and then condense yourself into the god of Pangu, you will have the opportunity to become the seventh sage in the world to prove the Tao with strength!

And such an enlightened saint will be the strongest saint!

After all, Pangu is an existence older and more terrifying than Hongjun!

Taishang Laojun, Yuanshi Tianzun, and Tongtian leader are all transformed by Pangu's primordial spirit after the creation of the world. Only the primordial spirit, divided into three, can create three saints.

Then, how strong would it be to gather the original essence and blood of the twelve ancestor witches of the witch clan transformed into Pangu's body and completely refine it into Pangu's body?

Maybe they can fight against Hongjun!

How can such an existence fail to stop the battle of the Conferred Gods?

"Yes! Let's do this! Find the essence and blood of the twelve ancestor witches, gather countless cultivation methods, and comprehend Pangu's true body by yourself!"

Zhao Hao gradually made up his mind.

But his mood is still not relaxed.

He can think of this, but in the prehistoric time, those powerful people who penetrated the sky and the earth, could not have thought of it?

In the prehistoric world, whether it is Emperor Jun of the Monster Race, Emperor Taiyi of the East, or Kunpeng the Monster Master, the ancestor of Styx, or the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan, in terms of background, they are not inferior to the Six Great Saints, and in terms of combat power. , only slightly inferior to the saint.

Especially Donghuang Taiyi, who is in charge of one of the three great treasures of chaos, the Donghuang Bell, is even slightly higher than Nuwa in terms of combat power.

But with such great power, under the immeasurable kalpas, all of them will be turned into ashes, and those who die cannot die again.

What is he, Zhao Hao, compared to these great powers?

The Lich War that year was the second immeasurable calamity after the creation of the world.

And the Battle of the Conferred Gods, which will happen soon in the future, will be the third immeasurable calamity after the creation of the world.

'Can I succeed in sanctification? '

'Can I escape the immeasurable calamity? '

Zhao Hao swallowed his saliva, and his expression became more gloomy.

'Goldfinger! '

'Do I really have no cheats? '

If there is no golden finger, only based on the understanding of the gods, the prehistoric, and the later generations, you want to be a mortal in this world of the gods, where the gods are not as good as dogs, the big Luo walks all over the ground, and the quasi-sages can barely shake. It is almost impossible for one's body to become the seventh saint of heaven and earth!

"Hey, why is there a birthmark in the palm of my right hand? And why does this birthmark look so familiar to me?"

Unintentionally, Zhao Hao caught a glimpse of a blue birthmark the size of a fingernail in the palm of his right hand.

And just when his eyes fell on the cyan birthmark, his thoughts, when he was thinking about the cyan birthmark, there was a sudden shock in his mind, and immediately, a large cyan light curtain was It suddenly appeared in his mind.

"The Heavens Supreme Avenue Exchange Group."

At the left end of the cyan light curtain, there are nine huge cyan and simple characters flashing.

And that cyan light curtain is just like the QQ group chat screen in the previous life. On the screen, there is a similar list of friends.

It's just that the flashing names in the friend list made Zhao Hao dumbfounded.

Desolate Emperor!

Ye Tiandi!

Wuzu!

Yan Emperor!

Hongmeng!

Lin Meng!

Qin Meng!

Empress!

Chen Nan!

King of people!

Destroy Sword Ancestor!

Supreme God!

Unrivaled Warlord!

Supreme Controller!

...............

The nicknames of those people are getting better and better!One is more domineering than the other!

If Zhao Hao hadn't traveled through time, and had seen such nicknames in ordinary QQ chat groups, then he would definitely think that those people were all incurable and seriously ill patients with the second disease of middle school.

But now, he has crossed over.

Moreover, that cyan light curtain appeared in his mind, and it looked so extraordinary!

So... so... Zhao Hao couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

He is ninety-nine percent sure that the domineering titles in the blue light that resembles QQ friends are definitely...absolutely...absolutely those unrivaled powerhouses themselves!