The god-level tyrant of the prehistoric fantasy

Just between the fairy grass and elixir, Zhao Hao vaguely saw a huge seven-color spar.

That voice seemed to come from the colorful spar.

The valley in front of me, protected by the innate seal, must be a secret place. In this kind of place, there is definitely an innate spirit treasure.

Now that he has discovered such an innate secret realm, Zhao Hao will naturally not miss it. What's more, he also wants to know who is the master of that beautiful voice.

Although the inherent energy of this innate seal is strong, it can't help Zhao Hao, who has a quasi-sage cultivation base, after all.

It took a whole half a day, this innate seal, under Zhao Hao's repeated ravages, finally overwhelmed, fell apart, and turned into a wave of green energy in the world.

When this innate seal was shattered, Zhao Hao stepped into this valley located halfway up Buzhou Mountain.

Walking into the valley, a strong innate aura rushes towards your face. Looking around, all you can see in your eyes are all kinds of innate medicines that are more than 10 years old, and some of them have already existed. Lingzhi became an innate elf.

Zhao Hao walked through the dense innate elixir bushes, and finally arrived in front of the colorful spar.

When he bent down and his eyes fell on the colorful spar, his whole head was stunned.

In this colorful spar, lay a woman with fair skin, no trace of foreign matter, long black hair hanging down, and that perfect face, clearly visible.

It was precisely because of seeing that face that Zhao Hao was stunned.

Because that face was very familiar to him, and this woman looked exactly like Nuwa.

If there is any difference between the woman in the colorful spar and Nuwa, it is because of her temperament, the woman in front of her has a natural and pure aura, without any trace of mundane air, and that Nuwa, even more so. Most of it is a kind of lofty saintly spirit.

No, no, how is this woman similar to Nuwa?

This time and space still belongs to the era of dragon and phoenix unicorns, and many great powers of the prehistoric are still sleeping.

Just like the two saints in the West, at this point in time, they were still sleeping soundly and soundly. They didn't wake up until the battle between Luo Hu and Hongjun directly destroyed the West and turned the West into a barren land.

At this point in time, the only ones who woke up and reached quasi-sage cultivation were the patriarchs of the dragon, phoenix, and kylin clans, that is, Hongjun, the ancestor of the reverse, Taoist Lu Ya, the ancestor of Hunpeng, and Luo Hu.

That graceful and moving body lay inside the colorful spar, without a single bit of cover, without a single bit of blemish, it was perfect.

"Fellow Daoist, can you help me get out of here? I've been in this spar for countless years, I'm really bored, I really want to see the outside world." Nuwa in the colorful spar, with that kind of Looking at Zhao Hao with pitiful eyes, she said softly.

Seeing Nuwa's lovely and pitiful appearance, Zhao Hao couldn't help shivering.

In his consciousness, this woman will always look aloof and untouchable, and he can only look up to him, but now, she is begging himself like a little woman.

You woman, in that time and space, plotted against me in every possible way, trying to put me to death. Now, let me meet you here, and see how I deal with you. Looking at Nuwa, Zhao Hao sneered in his heart.

Zhao Hao's palm was attached to the seven-color spar, and the black and yellow energy passed through his palm and submerged into the seven-color spar.

As more and more black and yellow qi flowed in, cracks appeared on the surface of the seven-color spar, and finally, these cracks expanded, and the entire seven-color spar broke into countless pieces.

Nuwa, who was trapped in the colorful spar, curled up, hugged her body with her hands, and sat on the ground.

Out of an instinctive reaction, Zhao Hao waved his hand, took a 10-year-old fairy tree, refined it, and finally, the fairy tree turned into a neon feather coat.

Zhao Hao tossed it lightly, and the neon dress and feather coat fell on Nuwa.

Nuwa stood up, looking at her new clothes with joy, her smile was extraordinarily bright and sweet.

Nuwa at this time has just woken up and has not yet contacted the outside world. Therefore, at this time, she still retains a pure heart, innocent and innocent, without any conspiracy.

"Thank you fellow daoist."

After the rejoicing, Nuwa came up with bare feet, looked at Zhao Hao with beautiful eyes, and smiled sweetly.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, you don't need to be too polite." Looking at this holy and flawless woman, Zhao Hao said with a smile.

"How did Fellow Daoist know my name?" Nuwa raised her head and asked Zhao Hao with a puzzled face.

After Nuwa asked such a question, Zhao Hao realized that he was preconceived.

"In this world, there is nothing that poor Taoists don't know, things that I don't know, and the names of fellow Taoists are not secrets to me." Pretending to be such a thing, as a latecomer, is easy Come here, there is no need to draft in advance.

"So that's how it is." After all, Nuwa is not the Nuwa of later generations, she is innocent and innocent, and she doesn't know how to guard against others at all. Zhao Hao just said these words, and she believed them to be true, and then became happy again.

"Fellow Daoist already knows my name, but I don't know yours yet. It seems a bit unfair."

Looking at this innocent Nuwa, Zhao Hao couldn't get used to it.

"Poverty Emperor Hao." Zhao Hao said with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Dihao, I have been sleeping in this secret realm for countless years, can you take me out to see the outside world?" Nuwa looked at Zhao Hao and asked softly.

The "good" Zhao Hao looks like a master of Taoism on the surface, but in his heart, he conceives all kinds of tricky methods to destroy flowers.

Nuwa, Nuwa, after Daoist abducts you from here, let's see how Daoist cleans up. At that time, not only will you be spanked, but you will also be asked to warm the bed for Daoist.