Chapter 301: Zhu Xian Sword Formation Breaks the Prehistoric World, Pangu's True Form Reappears

The voice of Yuanshi Tianzun resounded throughout the prehistoric world. The twelve golden immortals were so frightened that they lost most of their souls after hearing it.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh

They quickly fled.

"Roar——."

Among the gods and demons of the capital, the twelve human races displayed the Dharma of heaven and earth, and at this moment they laughed at the sky.

"Who else——."

A roar resounded throughout the prehistoric land. The twelve gods and demons of the capital must be killed by the demon race.

Suddenly at this moment, above the prehistoric world, the immortal volcano in the south, endless phoenixes covered the sky and attacked, and blazing fire burned all over their bodies.

Wherever they passed, they burned the power of the witches and demons.

"Chiu——."

With one strike, more than half of the weak saints of the eight races were directly killed.

Tongtian Patriarch did not answer, but just smiled slightly.

Rumble.

"Ah——."

I only heard Tongtian Patriarch shouting in a low voice:

Rumble.

At that critical moment, a light curtain suddenly fell from the sky.

"Asshole, Tongtian, that asshole, dared to kill your disciple."

"Those who have no power to become saints, break the formation immediately, slow——."

"Master Tongtian, I heard that his sword formation of Zhuxian cannot be broken by seven saints. Now you and dozens of saints join forces to break the formation, and it can be destroyed in a snap of a finger."

I only saw seven small hills rising from the ground under the prehistoric world and turning into seven small swords.

The sword formation of Zhuxian pressed up, and several low mountains were directly flattened.

There are many quasi-saints in the eight tribes of the prehistoric world, and there are also many saints with power.

Suddenly, Master Tongtian of Penglai Fairy Island glowed with light.

The weak saints of the eight tribes broke the formation weakly, and the prehistoric world trembled for a while, and the ground cracked.

"Pangu's true body——."

Chi——.

To break the situation, we must find a way to break the situation for now. Even if the calamity comes, there will be no chance of survival.

"Really? Since he's so stubborn, let's wait and see."

At that moment, the sky, which was originally white, suddenly flashed with brilliance, and waves of beast roars came continuously.

"Hmph, you're looking for death."

Just as the voice fell, a heart-pounding voice came from the prehistoric world.

But there was no extra time for Hongjun to think, the Zhuxian Sword Formation had not yet pressed up, and it went straight to the eight tribes of the prehistoric world.

"Haha, this time we're saved."

"Hmph, is Yuanshi Tianzun still dreaming? The witch and demon calamity and the conferred god calamity broke out at the same time. As long as it is a prehistoric creature, it must be calamity, and the saints are no exception."

There are no seven mountains under the prehistoric world. Mount Tai is the dojo of the human race. How can Tongtian Patriarch break it?

"Oh my God, this... The dragon race is born?"

"Yes, Tianzun."

Ah——

"Roar, roar, roar——."

Without any worries, Tongtian Patriarch finally burst out with all his strength.

"Hahaha, you are bad, in that case, let's go for a little fight."

"The eight tribes of the prehistoric world, since you haven't entered or left the prehistoric world stage, is it bad to linger on? You have to come out and hang around, in that case, today this leader will exterminate them."

Suddenly, Hongjun seemed to have grasped something and looked at Ye Yang abruptly.

Countless weaklings with magic power rushed straight to the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

In an instant, a series of horrible screams broke out, and the sword energy carrying the will of Tongtian cut through our defense and cut off our heads.

"Damn it, the prehistoric world is going to be broken."

Looking at the corpses of the eight tribes falling from the sky to the prehistoric world, the creatures of the eight tribes were really scared.

The eight tribes of the prehistoric world killed the prehistoric world, and the momentum of the Chan Sect rose slightly, and the Jie Sect was defeated step by step.

Although there was no Zhuxian Sword Formation itself, it was only catalyzed by thoughts, but the leader Tongtian in the deeper part of the chaos had a deep understanding of the sword.

"Ah——."

"It's bad, jog."

Finding the key point, Yuanshi Tianzun directly roared in a low voice:

"Tongtian Sect Master, let you go, this saint will protect you with the Book of Earth, and the prehistoric world will be broken."

"Haha, is that so? Wait and see."

Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes were red with anger, and he only saw that under Kunlun, Yuxu Palace was almost destroyed, and all the disciples were slaughtered.

"Human Ancestor, it's better to watch the show outside, he is going to be dead."

"Yes, that is the Zhuxian Sword Formation, but it's also true, why is there no trace of the Zhuxian Sword Formation?"

"The eight tribes of the prehistoric world, you will personally enter and leave the prehistoric world, and today you are so rash, die——."

Looking at the Zhuxian Sword Formation taking shape, we know there is a way to avoid it.

"Bad, very bad, the eight tribes of the prehistoric world, since they are looking for death, it's your fault."

With a long roar, Tongtian Sect Master clasped his hands, and under the prehistoric world, seven terrifying giant swords stood in the air.

"Swords come——."

While speaking, he pressed forward again, and in an instant, the terrifying Kunlun Palace was flattened in half.

Suddenly, Yuanshi Tianzun looked at Chaoge City and understood in his heart.

Puff——.

The seven mountains rose from the ground and rushed straight to the sky, turning into seven giant swords.

In one sentence, he instantly reminded all living beings in the prehistoric world that if they wanted to break the situation, they had to kill the King of Death.

Hongjun in the chaos also frowned, and things were not the same.

"A bunch of idiots, do you really think that this leader is still the original Tongtian leader?"

"Damn it, when did Tongtian become so terrifying?"

The saints in the heavens were shocked and reacted instantly.

A dragon roar shocked the prehistoric land.

At the critical moment, Zhenyuanzi came to kill, but Wuzu Tianhuang suddenly increased the pressure.

"The formation is up, you eight clans, just break the formation."

"Damn it, damn it——."

All living beings were wiped out on the spot.

The Qilin clan appeared.

"Seventeen Golden Immortals, please, go straight to Chaoge City, kill the murderer king, please, the eight prehistoric tribes, hold back the damn Dutian Shensha."

The leader of Tongtian uses the magic power of the saint to cast the Immortal Killing Sword Formation, and the saint above him will surely die.

All sentient beings in the wild instantly saw hope, and all the saints in the heavens also came to their senses.

"Hmph, Hongjun, do you really think you're destined to be defeated? Just wait, the battle hasn't started yet, and we don't know who will win yet."

"The eight prehistoric tribes have gone too far to bully others."

The three prehistoric clans are originally the heel of the innate demon gods, and they have joined the demon clan. As such, they are on the same level as Pangu. Although Yuan Feng is dead, the bloodline has been passed down.

Seeing the changes in Hongjun and the battle situation in the prehistoric era, Ye Yang's face became icy-hot, and waves of murderous intent were constantly released:

Everything in the sky can be a sword.

"The king of men, yes, not the king of men."

"So that's it, that's it. The three prehistoric tribes have joined the demon tribe, and now the gods of the witch tribe have reappeared. Apart from the demon tribe, who dares to fight?"

But the moment he finished speaking, Hongjun attacked again, dragging Ye Yang back.

Phew——.

"Human Ancestor, if he loses, the eight tribes of the prehistoric era will be born, and all the gods will be destroyed. Hahaha, the human king will die."

"Humph, are you afraid of him?"

In the chaos, Hongjun burst into laughter:

With a phoenix cry, the Phoenix clan of the three prehistoric clans came out of the mountain.

"The Immortal Killing Sword Formation——."

Tongtian Weiming unfolded again, and Yuanshi Tianzun, who was fighting Emperor Wuzu, almost fell to the ground when he saw it.

"I, the Dragon Clan, are here."

"Ren Zu, he is dead."

But before he could say anything, suddenly, the water in the four seas roared and there were waves tens of thousands of feet high.

Suddenly the sword formation was activated, and all the sword energy exploded. Could it be that the sword formation tempered by the pressure of the chaotic beast could not be broken by the prehistoric saint?

Roar--

"Damn it, what kind of sword formation is that? It's too terrifying."