The god-level tyrant of the prehistoric fantasy

The Pangu Temple is the sacred place of the Wu Clan and the birthplace of all the Wu Clan.

In this world, no one knows the exact location of the Pangu Temple except the ancestor witches of the Wu clan.

After the Lich War, the ancestral witches fell seven or eight times, and the last three ancestral witches were forced to enter the underworld to become the guardians of the Netherworld. disappeared.

If he wanted to find the location of the Pangu Temple, he could only rely on Zhao Hao himself.

Fortunately, the empress came along with her. Although, in order to avoid the heavens, the empress did not dare to use power beyond the saint level in the outside world, but the power of the sub-sage level is enough to find the Pangu temple in this ancestral land of the witch clan up.

After searching several times, the Empress and Zhao Hao finally found the entrance to the Pangu Temple on this land.

As Zhao Hao guessed, the Pangu Temple is indeed hidden in a special space. This small world is similar to the mustard seed world, but it is different, because here, there are no laws and rules. strength.

The ultimate way of Tao is to break the way with strength.

This small world hidden in the big world is completely an independent world established by destroying the laws of space.

In this small world, everything related to rules and laws has been obliterated, and even the traces of the Dao and the rhyme of the Dao have been ruthlessly obliterated.

"Strength, is this strength? It's terrifying. All the laws and rules, but Dao marks and Dao rhymes have been obliterated." The empress looked at this small world, her eyebrows were tightly frowned, and on her beautiful face, there was a rare surprise.

Zhao Hao's eyes looked towards the depths of this small world. In the deepest place, an ancient and vicissitudes of life temple stood.

There is no brilliance, and there are no traces of carving and polishing. It seems that this temple was independently conceived by this world, and it is a complete whole with its own life.

When Zhao Hao and the Empress walked to the front of the temple, the closed door of the temple suddenly opened automatically.

Inside the gate, a chaotic aura gushed out from the temple.

Zhao Hao and the empress looked at each other, and they walked into the temple together without saying a word.

Stepping into the temple, the opened door of the temple automatically closed, and the entire temple also disappeared into the nothingness of this small world.

Without the existence of rules and laws, without the existence of Dao, even the Dao of Heaven, who is the ruler of this world, cannot detect everything here. Perhaps, the person who created this small world at the beginning did not want some people to discover it.

In the ancient temple, there is no light, but it is not dark, there is no life, but it is not lifeless, there is no yin and no yang, there is no one and no two, because there is no Tao at all.

The huge pillars stand scattered, each pillar is engraved with a god and demon. In the entire hall, there are three thousand pillars, representing the three thousand gods and demons of chaos.

No, it should be said to be two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine pillars and two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine gods and demons, because there is no Pan Gu in it, and there is no power represented by Pan Gu.

Zhao Hao tried to rub the carvings on these pillars with Yuanshen, but he failed.

Not only did he fail, even the Empress also failed.

Without the existence of Tao, here, even the most basic Taoism and supernatural powers cannot be used, and the only thing left that can be used is the strength of the physical body.

The exercise that Zhao Hao practiced was "Hongmeng Xuanhuang Indestructible Body", the sixth layer of Hongmeng Xuanhuang Indestructible Body, with a strong physical body, comparable to ancestor witches, and in this Pangu temple, his strength was not affected by anything.

As for the empress, her thought body is her first life, that former little girl, in that first life, she entered the world to practice with a humble mortal body, and she created the "Swallowing Heaven Demon Art" to swallow many king bodies , into a chaotic body.

The empress is just this Nian body, which is not much inferior to Zhao Hao's Primordial Mysterious Yellow Indestructible Body. Therefore, in this Pangu Temple, her strength is also not affected in any way.

After passing through these two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine giant pillars, when he reached the low gate at the deepest part of the temple, what Zhao Hao saw in his eyes were bronze coffins.

These bronze coffins are densely packed, and the number is countless. There may be tens of millions, maybe hundreds of millions, and the ones placed in the front are the twelve largest bronze coffins. Each of these bronze coffins is engraved with A unique pattern.

Could it be that after the witch who walked out of this temple died, no matter where he died, his body finally returned here!

But if this is the case, then what happened to the discarded corpses of the Wu Clan outside the ancestral land of the Wu Clan.

Zhao Hao looked at the endless bronze coffin, pondered for a moment, walked forward, and stood in front of the bronze coffin representing Houtu.

Houtu did not fall, so the bronze coffin must be empty.

He put his palm on the coffin lid of the bronze coffin, and slowly pushed the coffin lid away. The moment the coffin lid was opened, a drop of scarlet blood floated out, floating above the bronze coffin.

When Zhao Hao's eyes fell on this drop of blood, he saw a group of images in the drop of blood.

In the image, it is a world of undead. In this deepest abyss, there are endless flowers of the other shore. Among the flowers, a woman is curled up, and her hands and feet are tied with thick iron chains.

This image disappeared after an instant, and then, this drop of scarlet blood autonomously flew in front of Zhao Hao, and when Zhao Hao raised his hand, it landed spiritually in the palm of his hand.

Zhao Hao looked at the drop of ancestral witch's blood in his hand, and the image of that moment of appearance kept flashing in his mind.

This drop of blood essence must belong to Houtu, and the group of images that suddenly appeared in the blood essence, did Houtu want to use this blood essence to tell himself something.

The woman in that group of images is obviously not Houtu, and even in terms of appearance, she looks like a woman from a western country in his previous life, and the world of the undead is not a netherworld, but more like hell in western mythology .