The god-level tyrant of the prehistoric fantasy

When General Chen and Shen Gongbao were refining Good Fortune Qinglian, Zhao Hao was not idle either.

Refining this abbot island to make it his own unique dojo, this is what he is going to do.

This is a huge project, and the time it takes needs to be calculated in tens of thousands of years, but what Zhao Hao lacks most now is time. This world, this way of heaven, will not give him so much time.

If you don't have time, then buy time. Fortunately, he has the "Star Reversible Universe Formation" that can change the flow of time in an area.

He had arranged this formation before, and now it is easy to arrange the same formation on Abbot Island.

Even without the help of Kunpeng and others, Zhao Hao arranged the star-changing universe formation on his own without the help of the quasi-sage's primordial spirit, and there was no pressure. Based on the dragon veins, the array gradually took shape.

The huge array covered the central area of ​​Abbot Island.

When the entire formation is fully formed, the time flow rate here is three hundred times that of the outside world, that is to say, one day in the outside world is 300 days here, and one year in the outside world is [-] years here.

At this speed of time, a hundred years in the outside world, and tens of thousands of years here, a lot of things can be done here.

After arranging the array of stars and stars, Zhao Hao still didn't relax, and he had to do another thing.

On Abbot Island, Zhao Hao sat cross-legged above the sky, and under his body were the twelve grades of good fortune green lotus, the blue lotus platform, surrounded by endless light of good fortune, mysterious and unusual.

Sitting on the twelfth-grade fortune-telling green lotus, Zhao Hao pondered.

One day, Zhao Hao suddenly opened his eyes, and from those deep eyes, there was a gaze that pierced the myriad worlds. He slowly raised his palm, and the Chaos Bead that Yuanshen only saw flew out of his body, suspended in his body. Above the head, countless air of chaos descended.

In the pool below, a ninth-grade green lotus flew up from the water.

At the same time, Zhao Hao sacrificed the demonic palm obtained from Yangmei, and it was suspended in mid-air together with the Ninth Grade Good Fortune Qinglian.

Just like Wang Yang's merits gushed out of his body, all of them sank into the palm of the god and demon and the ninth-grade good luck green lotus, and the chaotic air fell, wrapping the two in it.

The palm of the god demon seemed to realize something, shaking violently, trying to break free, but no matter how much it struggled, it couldn't get rid of the shackles of the chaotic air.

Under the repeated washing of the chaotic air, endless light of good fortune gushed out of the green lotus. This light of good fortune was mixed with the air of merit, and pulled the palm of the god and devil into the green lotus little by little.

Good fortune is the first chance for the birth of everything in this world. Creatures grow from scratch, from small to large, relying on the light of good fortune.

Zhao Hao, who was sitting cross-legged on the twelfth-grade good fortune green lotus, flipped his palm, and the "Return to the Source" spell was cast, and the mysterious power was submerged into the good fortune green lotus.

A sharp and mournful roar came from the green lotus. Under the power of good fortune, the palm of the god and demon was gradually shattered and turned into a kind of most primitive flesh and blood. Every trace of this flesh and blood contained a terrifying The power of heaven and earth.

"Return to the Source", the supreme skill deduced by Ye Tiandi with great wisdom, can return everything to the original source.

With Zhao Hao's cultivation base, even at the pinnacle of quasi-sage, it is impossible to return the body of gods and demons to its original origin. However, with the help of the Chaos Orb, coupled with the huge merit and the light of good fortune of Qinglian , this is impossible, it becomes possible.

The palm of the gods and demons born from the chaos was crushed little by little, decomposed, and finally turned into its original attributes.

When the entire palm of the god and demon was completely crushed and turned into flesh and blood, these granulated flesh and blood squirmed into little people one by one, and each of these little people had the cultivation base of a celestial being.

Zhao Hao slapped his palms down, pinched his fingers, and the "Zhou Tian Zhi Treasure Final Judgment" was activated. A power different from "Return to the Source" passed through his palm and submerged into the Green Lotus.

Those little gods and demons at the level of celestial beings were suppressed by the power of the "Zhou Tian Zhi Treasure Finale" before they had time to act fiercely, and turned into that granular flesh and blood again.

The flesh and blood of these gods and demons squirmed, trying to transform into human form again, but failed.

In this world of Good Fortune Qinglian, there seems to be an invisible hammer, beating the flesh and blood of the gods and demons repeatedly, and every time it is beaten, it will make the flesh and blood howl in pain.

Accompanied by this repeated beating, the flesh and blood of the gods and demons gradually merged into the ninth-grade lotus platform of Good Fortune Qinglian, and became one with it.

On the twelfth-rank good fortune green lotus, Zhao Hao pinched his fingers again, and the power of the "Zhou Tian Zhi Treasure Finale" was strengthened, enveloping the entire ninth-rank good fortune blue lotus.

The Chaos Orb on top of Zhao Hao's head seemed to sense something, and more Chaos Qi fell and submerged into the Ninth Grade Good Fortune Green Lotus.

Time passed little by little, and just above the abbot island, the ninth-grade good fortune green lotus gradually turned into a human body.

If someone stood here, they would be able to recognize that this body transformed by the Ninth Grade Good Fortune Qinglian was exactly the same as Zhao Hao, it was completely carved out of the same mold.

Looking at this perfect body, a smile appeared on Zhao Hao's face.

This body made of the flesh and blood of the gods and demons and the long-term fortune Qinglian has no flaws, it can be called perfect, and, once it appears, it has the strength not weaker than that of Daluo Jinxian.

"It should be the last step." Zhao Hao stood up from the twelfth-grade good luck green lotus, and his face was more determined and determined.

"Come out." With a roar that shook the world, Zhao Hao's face became distorted.

The pain, the heart-piercing pain, made him almost go crazy from the pain.

To tear apart the primordial spirit, such a crazy thing, I am afraid that in the whole prehistoric world, only Zhao Hao can do it.

Endless pain came one after another. Zhao Hao's stalwart body was oozing blood from the pores. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a bloody man, which looked shocking.