The god-level tyrant of the prehistoric fantasy

If we say that among these quasi-sages, the craziest is none other than Taoist Burning Lamp.

This monk, who was once one of the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace with Sanqing, was once the most proud existence in the world, but fate destined him not to be able to obtain the majestic purple energy and become a saint.

In order to get that first-line opportunity to preach, he gave up his dignity and joined the teaching.

Now, millions of years have passed, although he also beheaded the evil corpse and became a quasi-sage, but the way to become a saint is far away, even so far away that he can't see any hope at all.

During the original Great Tribulation of Conferring Gods, Daoist Ran Deng secretly communicated with the Western Sect on the repertoire. Finally, when the Great Tribulation of Conferred Gods was over, the deputy leader of Chanjiao resolutely defected from Chanjiao and joined Western Cult, becoming the Buddhist lamp burning ancient Buddha.

The two sages of the Western religion were also benevolent to Randeng, and taught him the Buddhist method, and Zhudeng quickly achieved the pinnacle quasi-sage practice and became one of the few strong men in the world.

But now, the appearance of the primordial purple qi belonging to the red cloud once again made Taoist Ran Deng see that first-line opportunity to prove the Tao, so how could this prevent him from being crazy about it.

Of course, apart from Taoist Burning Lamp, Taoist Duobao is also crazy.

As the second-generation disciple of Taoism, the most outstanding and the most superior Duobao, his desire for the primordial purple energy is far inferior to that of the Taoist burning lamp. The reason why he is crazy is because he is unwilling to let the primordial purple energy It fell into the hands of Taoist Burning Lamp.

Daoist Duobao's cultivation may not be very high, but his intelligence is unmatched by others. As early as when the Great Tribulation of Conferred Gods was approaching, he had already seen that the person who should be robbed of the Great Tribulation of Conferred Gods , It seems to be the Shang Dynasty and the Western Zhou Dynasty, but in fact, it is to cut off and explain the teaching.

At this time, if this primordial purple qi falls into the hands of Taoist Ran Deng, then it is very likely that there will be a second saint in the interpretation of teaching. At that time, the balance between the two sides will tilt, and Jiejiao will have no chance of winning.

Precisely because he understands this point, Taoist Duobao is so crazy. He can watch this primordial purple energy fall into the hands of any casual cultivator, but he will never allow it to fall into the hands of Randeng and Chanjiao. .

The deserted island was directly smashed into pieces and sank into the bottom of the sea. Facing the stormy attack, Zhanlong's powerful body was covered with scars, and blood was constantly spitting out of his mouth.

Am I really going to die here?

Zhanlong struggled to support himself, looking at the greedy supernatural beings around him, the whole dragon was a little at a loss.

Could it be that I was abandoned by the master?

"Nielong, if you are sensible, you can obediently hand over the primordial purple energy, otherwise, don't blame me for taking out your primordial spirit and lighting the lantern." A quasi-sage stood in the void with a fairy sword in his hand. Come on, shouted to Zhanlong in a cold voice.

"Hmph, Bei Hai, even with your small skills, you are also worthy of possessing the majestic purple energy. If you are interested, you'd better get out of here obediently."

"Stop talking nonsense, let's kill this evil dragon first, and when the time comes, whoever gets the primordial purple energy will be left to their own abilities."

"boom"

A divine thunder fell, and then countless divine thunders descended from the sky.

The Purple Cloud Divine Thunder, the terrifying thunder punishment between heaven and earth, is now in the hands of these great supernatural powers, like throwing stones, they are constantly summoned, and they are thrown at Zhanlong one after another.

This Zixiao Shenlei, in later generations, would definitely be the nightmare of all the gods. Now, they hit Zhanlong one by one, and the dragon scales on Zhanlong's body were still splashed.

"Die." Seeing that Zhanlong was dying, Ran Deng showed a cruel smile on his face, holding a piece of innate spiritual treasure-level divine jade, and appeared in front of Zhanlong out of thin air. The dragon's head was smashed off.

Seeing that the divine jade was about to hit Zhan Long's head, the smile on Burning's face became brighter and brighter.

He was even imagining that at the next moment, when the giant dragon's body was shattered, he would get the beautiful picture of the majestic purple aura.

Zhanlong wanted to avoid it, but he couldn't dodge it anymore. It sighed and closed its eyes.

At this moment, above the sky, a huge palm protruded from the void, and after falling down, it slapped the burning lamp fiercely.

Then, the deputy leader of explaining education, without even struggling, was shot flying.

Daoist Duobao was not far away, watching Taoist Randeng being hit by the big hand that appeared out of thin air, he stopped suddenly, stood in the void far away, and watched quietly.

In the eyes of Taoist Duobao, the terrifying palm grabbed the dying dragon in his hand, and then retracted into the nothingness.

Is this a certain saint's shot!

Daoist Duobao thought so in his heart, but he was not too sure, because the palm appeared too briefly, he only saw it once, and then Daoist Burning Lamp was sent flying, and the giant dragon was also taken away up.

Looking at the sky again, there was nothing, not even a rhyme or a trace left.

After a long time, Taoist Duobao turned his eyes back and looked into the distance.

On a deserted island a few miles away, Daoist Ran Deng was spitting out blood, and his breath was sluggish, obviously seriously injured.

Looking at Taoist Burning Lamp with sluggish breath, Taoist Duobao was stunned secretly, and became more and more certain that the existence that grabbed the dragon just now was probably a saint-level existence, otherwise, it would be just a palm transformed from the void , and it is impossible to mark the burning lamp as a quasi-sage

This bear look.

Although the giant dragon was captured and the primordial purple energy was gone, Daoist Duobao was still in a good mood. No matter who the saint who shot was, it was definitely not him. Second uncle.

As long as the primordial purple energy doesn't fall into the hands of Chanjiao, that's fine.

Thousands of miles away, in Buzhou Mountain, Zhanlong was lying on the ground covered in blood, his big eyes were staring at the figure in front of him, and the dragon's mouth opened to reveal a smile.

Master, you never gave up on me after all.

"I'll take you to a place, and you can practice there for a period of time in the future." Zhao Hao said, waved Zhanlong with him, and entered the Zhongqian World.