The god-level tyrant of the prehistoric fantasy

Time seems to have stopped in this frozen world.

During the wind and snow, Master Tongtian stood there motionless, his eyes never leaving the ancient seal characters that turned around him.

The heartbeat continued to accelerate, and the leader of Tongtian was immersed in it, forgetting everything.

Zhao Hao stood beside him, with his hands behind his back, looking at Master Tongtian who was immersed in the exercise, with a smile on his face.

As soon as the "Tongtian Jue" came out, he didn't believe that the leader of Tongtian could still be calm and unmoved.

Facts have proved that this heaven-defying exercise has a fatal temptation for Master Tongtian, so much so that after seeing this exercise, he fell into it and couldn't extricate himself.

In this icy and snowy place, the Tongtian leader stood still for a month, and during this month, he didn't even move.

With the passage of time, the aura of this saint's body has undergone some changes.

Zhao Hao couldn't describe specifically what kind of changes had taken place in the mind body of Master Tongtian, because that kind of mysterious change couldn't be described in words at all, it could only be felt.

One day, the wind and snow suddenly stopped, and it seemed that the entire time and space came to a standstill.

The countless ancient seal runes around the Lord Tongtian turned into nothingness and dissipated completely. Tongtianjiao took the initiative. Those eyes looked at nothingness, and that piece of nothingness turned into pieces. Between the cracks, there seemed to be a line Tongtian Road appears.

"Fellow Daoist, thank you for your great kindness." Master Tongtian put down his sage's stance completely, bowed his hands to Zhao Hao, and thanked him.

Zhao Hao smiled calmly, and accepted Tong Tian's bow.

"Helping the saint of Tongtian is also helping myself. The catastrophe of conferring the gods is coming. Whether I am a great merchant or the saint's sect, they are all in the catastrophe. You and I are closely related. One is prosperous and the other is damaged. If fellow Taoists can get rid of Controlled by the Dao that day, transcending the prehistoric Dao, then your chances of winning will be

bigger. " Zhao Hao said.

The Master Tongtian took a deep look at Zhao Hao, feeling horrified in his heart. Even he, the sage of heaven, only vaguely figured out some clues these days, but he did not expect that the emperor of the human race in front of him knew so clear.

"Although the Great Tribulation of the Conferred Gods was a duel between the Great Shang and the Western Zhou Dynasty, in fact, it was a duel between the two religions. If the Great Shang lost, the Jujiao would also lose. In the same way, if the Jiejiao lost Yes, the big merchants also lost." Zhao Hao continued.

"After returning to the deity, the sage should retreat as soon as possible to fully integrate the "Tongtian Jue" and strive to get rid of the control of heaven as soon as possible."

"Fellow Daoist, Tongtian will definitely remember what he said, so let's not pass it." Tongtian cupped his hands, and then stepped into the crack of nothingness and walked on the road to Tongtian.

When the Tongtian Road disappeared, the Tongtian Cult Master also completely disappeared in this world.

At the same time, the deity of the leader of Tongtian, who was in the outer sky, had a bright light in his eyes, and the thought body in nothingness quietly returned to his body, followed by the complete content of the "Tongtian Jue" and the following .

Standing at this chaotic junction, Master Tongtian lowered his head and said nothing, but his heartbeat was accelerating.

If it wasn't for several other saints coming again, he would immediately turn around and leave, returning to his dojo to retreat.

In the world of Earth and Immortals, the land of the extreme north, Zhao Hao also left through the void, and when he reappeared, he had already arrived at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

This former prehistoric No. [-] sacred mountain is now full of devastation everywhere. After experiencing the decisive battle of the Lich War, this sacred mountain was overwhelmed and finally collapsed.

But from Zhao Hao's point of view, all of this is probably due to the calculation of heaven.

Mount Buzhou, formed by the backbone of Pangu, stands upright, and the quasi-sage walks in it, and he will be oppressed by that supreme aura, and Gonggong is nothing more than an ancestor witch who is comparable to the cultivation level of the quasi-sage who cut two corpses. With a cultivation level, why should he knock Buzhou Mountain down?

If it is said that there is no way of heaven at work, Zhao Hao would not believe it even if he was killed.

As for the purpose of Tiandao's doing this, Zhao Hao can more or less guess one or two, it is nothing more than Tiandao wants to completely erase Pangu's influence on this world, so as to completely control this world.

Walking on the ruins of Buzhou Mountain, looking at the devastation, Zhao Hao felt a little heavy in his heart.

He grew up listening to the myth of Pangu opening up the sky. In his heart, he had a great impression of Pangu. But now, the mountain that the great god evolved from the backbone was plotted by a sinister villain. What a sad and sad thing that the descendants of the

situation.

Entering the remaining small section of Buzhou Mountain, Zhao Hao broke through the ground with Taoism and supernatural powers, and submerged into the ground.

Relying on the memory of that video, he continued to dive, and finally, the space filled with purple airflow appeared in his vision.

At the edge of that space, that familiar graceful figure sat cross-legged.

As if sensing his arrival, the graceful figure opened its eyes, and shot a gaze that could penetrate through eternity.

"The Empress."

Zhao Hao landed lightly on the edge of the space, and cupped his hands towards the Empress.

The empress smiled slightly, and sat cross-legged as before.

Zhao Hao's gaze, through the enchantment in front of him, looked inside, and in the purple air, that terrifying body was ups and downs.

The [-]-foot-high body was lying on its back, as if asleep, the purple battle armor on the huge body was still shining with a mysterious streamer, and the heavy profound truths of the Dao disappeared and appeared from time to time.

"Xiao Ling, why is there such a half-immortal corpse in this prehistoric world?" Zhao Hao asked Xiao Ling in his heart.

"Host, the secret here is unknown to the Supreme Lord Tianyuan, maybe only the Great God Pangu knows." Xiaoling's voice appeared in his mind.

Hearing Xiao Ling's words, Zhao Hao's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that this half-step immortal body was really sealed by Pangu at the foot of Buzhou Mountain!

Thinking about it carefully, this is a possibility.

Buzhou Mountain has stood here since the beginning of the world. Besides Pangu, who else could create such a space under Buzhou Mountain and seal a half-step immortal body in it.