Chapter 336: The End of the Law, the Great Migration of the Wilderness

In the depths of chaos, Ye Yang's eyes turned into two laser beams that shot directly into the wilderness.

When he saw the shattered scene of the ancient world, Ye Yang suddenly felt a cry of sadness in his heart.

"It's still broken after all, and the age of the end of the Dharma has finally come, alas..."

Fortunately, humanity has not been affected, and the ancient human race is still alive and well.

It's just a suffering for a true saint.

The Yama Hall was originally transformed from the Ancestral Witch Temple and is very solid and indestructible.

At this moment, Empress Pingxin and the authentic saints gathered here.

"Now that the ancient world is broken, what should we do?"

"Yes, now that the ancient world is shattered and the tunnels have collapsed, where should we, the tunnel saints, go?"

Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, Ancestor Minghe, Xingtian, Chiyou, Pingxin, etc.

The melancholy is fleeting at this moment.

"Back then, I heard the ancestors say that after the journey to the west, there will be a calamity of the end of the Dharma. It seems that the prehistoric era has indeed entered the age of the end of the Dharma."

With a sigh, Pingxin stood up and looked in a certain direction.

It was the bitter cold wasteland in the far north, but there was a group of very strong creatures living here.

Wu clan

"Let's go, I'll return to the Witch Clan."

Pingxin turned around suddenly, as if she had made up her mind.

This surprised the true saint.

"What? Return to the Witch Clan? The ancient world is broken, the tunnel collapses, and we are all trapped here, surrounded by shackles. How can we return?"

Chiyou Xingtian was horrified, so of course he returned to the Wu clan, but how to go back?

Zhen Yuanzi also started to worry:

"Then what should we do? Hongyun, myself, and Styx are not considered witches."

It has to be said that an authentic saint has the greatest potential.

Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, Ancestor Styx, these are all innate heels, but in fact they are the devil's heels.

There is also Chiyou Xingtian, which is the flowing blood of ancestral witches.

As for Pingxin, let alone it. The incarnation of the ancestral witch has 80% of the essence and blood in his body, and it can be imagined.

However, it was difficult at this moment.

Ping thought for a long time and then said:

"Each of you will leave an external incarnation, and then you will dethrone your holy status and follow the path of transcendence by following the example of the saints of heaven."

Ding

In a word, let the saints break the defense on the spot.

"Is this okay?"

"What's wrong?"

Ping Xin is also willing to risk everything. Now that everyone is in danger, of course they must find their own future.

"I use my great magic power to trace back to the origin and make the King of Hell's Hall return to the style of the Ancestral Witch Temple. In this way, even if we dethrone ourselves as saints, under the suppression of the Ancestral Witch Temple, our clones can still inherit the authentic traditions."

After hearing this, the saints already understood that Ping Xin was ready to risk his life.

At the same time, I understand more clearly that if I don’t leave now, I will have no chance in the future.

Once the final calamity falls, all the saints will not be able to escape.

"Let's go, leave here, follow the footsteps of Houtu Daozu, follow the pace of the human race, and fight against chaos."

A few years later, in the land of reincarnation, endless rain of blood fell.

The authentic saints deposed themselves as authentic saints and severed their respective ties.

The Yama Hall once again reappears the glory of the ancestral witches.

The endless sea of ​​blood also slowly rose into the sky from the ancient wilderness, heading straight towards the chaos.

Led by Pingxin, the saints of the underworld embarked on the road to transcendence.

Seeing this, the Great Primordial Heavenly Dao did not stop him.

As soon as the earthly saints left, his wish was fulfilled.

In such a prehistoric world, there are three realms of heaven, earth, and human beings, and the way of heaven is supreme and unstoppable, which makes it easier for him to evolve the world.

At this point, the entire prehistoric world has completely fallen into the hands of heaven.

It's just that things and people have already changed in the prehistoric era at this moment.

"Why, why, damn it, what's the point of me now that I'm gone?"

In the Zixiao Palace, Yuanshi Tianzun's expression was abnormally distorted.

Seeing everyone leave Honghuang made him feel very unhappy.

"Don't run away if you have the guts. It's a three-hundred-round battle, bastards, you are all bastards——"

On the side of the Heavenly Saint, Yuanshi Tianzun became the Taoist ancestor, and Taiqing Saint deposed himself as a saint and disappeared.

The leader of the Tongtian cult also fell, and the two saints of the West also deposed themselves and wandered into chaos, cutting off all the cause and effect of the prehistoric times.

Only Nuwa's holy throne is still there, but Yuanshi Tianzun is unable to locate Nuwa's position.

"Damn it, Nuwa, just wait for me. One day I will find you, and then I will torture you so hard that you will surrender to me."

All the authentic saints also left at this moment. Unknowingly, Yuanshi Tianzun felt emptiness and loneliness.

Especially from the moment when all the quasi-sages of the human race are heading towards the thirty-three days away.

Except for Yuanshi Tianzun, there is no saint in the entire prehistoric period.

"You are all trash, trash—."

Yuanshi Tianzun's roar came from the depths of Zixiao Palace, and his heart was angry and twisted.

After finally achieving the position of Dao Ancestor, you all ran away one by one, unable to vent the endless resentment and grievance in your heart.

It's simply too much to deceive the saints.

A hundred years after the destruction of the ancient world, the last batch of human quasi-sages also set foot thirty-three days away.

A vast landscape of mountains and rivers floats in chaos.

This is the time when the ancient world was shattered. The sages of the human race used their magic to intercept the broken Kunlun Mountains and transform them into a human dojo.

Provide a place for the weak human race to live in this chaos.

At this moment, in this Kunlun Immortal Palace, there are tens of thousands of human beings who have reached the level of saint, and there are countless quasi-sage powerful people.

It is in response to Ye Yang's words that everyone is transcendent and everyone is a Taoist ancestor.

Xuanyuan and the human king Di Xin have left here and went deeper into the chaos.

The remaining three emperors of the human race and the remaining four emperors looked at the prehistoric world.

There was a sigh in his heart.

"The end of the law is coming. Until the infinite catastrophe, there will be no more saints in the prehistoric world."

"Let's go. As long as our Taoism is still there, when the spiritual energy is revived in the future, it will be the day when the prehistoric human race rises again."

The sages of the human race led tens of thousands of saints and countless quasi-saints and were about to leave the prehistoric world at this moment.

The fairy palace started, and under the blessing of countless saints, a light curtain covered the entire Kunlun fairy palace.

Breaking through the chaos storm and heading straight to the depths.

They understood that they might never come back.

However, it left behind the opportunity of the Taoism. Once the spiritual energy is revived in the future, the prehistoric human race will create glory again.

Rumble.

In the chaos, the Kunlun fairy palace went straight to the corpse of the chaotic beast.

There, it will be the starting point for the prehistoric human race to move towards the chaotic world.

On the other side, in the extreme north of the prehistoric world, several figures also broke through the chaos and headed straight for the depths.

Pingxin led the saints of the underworld who had abolished their sainthood, and according to the mark left by the ancestor witch Houtu, they also headed straight for the chaos beast.

Although the remaining witches envied them, they knew that without the soul, it would be nothing in the end.

However, Pingxin still left behind the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art, and if there was a chance, the body could also be transcended.

But this step was even more difficult.

In the depths of the chaos, such a terrifying formation certainly could not be hidden from Jieyin and Zhunti.

Such a terrifying fluctuation of mana directly awakened them.

"Huh? Are these the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of the prehistoric human race?"

"No, there is also Pingxin of the underworld, what are they going to do? Are they going to escape from the prehistoric world?"

Jieyin and Zhunti are only quasi-saints now, how can they know everything about the prehistoric world?

"Brother, is there something wrong with the prehistoric world? Otherwise, why did they leave the prehistoric world collectively?"

Jie Yin also thought about it and said:

"Brother, it seems that something big has happened in the prehistoric world. Otherwise, let's leave and follow them."

"Then let's go."

After several kalpas of beating, Jie Yin and Zhunti also understood a truth.

Don't believe in the so-called heavenly opportunity, and don't believe in the so-called saints' tricks, that's all nonsense.

Only by following the human race, not to mention being rich and powerful, at least you won't be cheated.

So in this invisible.

The prehistoric migration began.