Chapter 94, Tongtianguan Confinement, the Five Saints Killing Ancestors

The Zhoutian Xingdou formation dissipated, the Dutian Shensha formation collapsed, and Pangu's true body collapsed. At this moment, the vast land wailed, and countless creatures unconsciously lowered their heads and kowtowed in the direction of Buzhou Mountain.

Rumble.

Buzhou Mountain continued to roll down huge rocks, with rocks of dozens of kilometers in size, and some even hundreds of kilometers in size, falling continuously, as if the stars in the sky were falling.

"Father God, have a good journey."

Yuanshi Tianzun and Taiqing Saint also saluted Buzhou Mountain, but they did not kneel down like Tongtian Jiaozhu.

"Father God, have a good journey."

Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi did not dare to move at this moment. At this moment, the Wu clan and the demon clan stood together, but they did not dare to fight at this moment.

"Wu clan children, listen to my order, kneel on Buzhou Mountain——."

The ancestor Wu Dijiang roared, and his voice spread all over Buzhou Mountain.

"Farewell, Father God, rest in peace."

The voice resounded throughout the prehistoric land, and the Wu clan men shed tears one by one, especially the twelve ancestors of the Wu clan, who were even more grief-stricken at the departure of Pangu.

Those Wu clan men who had integrated with the human race, as well as the human race with the blood of the Wu clan, were all filled with grief at this moment, and they knelt down unconsciously, performing the three kneeling and nine kowtows ceremony in the direction of Mount Buzhou.

"Farewell, Great God Pangu."

All prehistoric creatures sighed for Pangu's grace. If there had been no Pangu creating the world, where would their lives have come from?

Weng——.

In an instant, Nuwa held the demon-summoning banner, and the light shone in all directions.

"All demons listen to the order, kneel on Mount Buzhou, and respectfully send off the great god Pangu——"

Hua La La.

Under the demon-summoning banner, no one dared to disobey.

"Respectfully send off the great god Pangu."

At this moment, no matter who they are, the prehistoric creatures dared to act rashly. Respectfully sending off Pangu was the most serious thing. Once they acted rashly, it would be unforgivable for the heavenly law.

"Respectfully send off the great god Pangu..."

Hongjun's voice resounded in every corner of the prehistoric world. At the same time, the order of the prehistoric world was restored, and the rules of the heavenly way were re-established.

Boom.

The prehistoric land fell into the control of the heavenly way again. Pangu's true body collapsed, and the heavenly way regained control of the prehistoric world. However, it did not punish those who defied the heavens immediately, but instead brought down boundless grief. In an instant, heavy rain fell in the prehistoric world.

The death of Pangu's will was an extremely noble funeral, and the heavenly way could not be careless. If Pangu had not sacrificed himself to create the world, how could the heavenly way appear?

Ong--.

After the heavy rain, boundless golden light fell, and endless spiritual raindrops sprinkled on the prehistoric land. This was the heavenly way sending off Pangu, and this was also the heavenly way truly controlling the prehistoric world at this moment.

The disappearance of Pangu's will was a big deal.

In the tunnel, the ancestor witch Hou Tu sat alone in the Yama Hall without letting anyone disturb her. Her heart was like a knife cutting, and tears fell from her eyes.

"Father God, go well"

Hou Tu understood that after the will of the great god Pangu disappeared, from this moment on, after this battle, she was the only one left in the witch clan. The endless witch clan in the reincarnation of the tunnel had turned into the ghost soldiers and generals of the tunnel, and they could not be born without infinite calamities.

He let out a long breath and looked up at the top of the Yama Hall, as if this glance penetrated the endless obstacles and looked at Mount Buzhou.

The real departure of the great god Pangu was a test for the prehistoric world, but also a new life. Pangu's will was immortal, and everything in the prehistoric world would live in Pangu's shadow and could not live out their own way.

Now that Pangu has completely disappeared, the prehistoric world will usher in real development.

"My fellow Taoists, Pangu is gone, so I'd better show up and say farewell."

Hongjun looked at the demons who were still lingering in the depths of chaos. They were injured by Pangu's two eyes just now, which made them recover from countless epochs and return to 49 years ago.

After a while, a huge willow tree slowly appeared, but it was not billions of miles in size at this moment, but became dry, as if it was about to die at any time.

There were other chaotic demons who also appeared with their broken bodies, and they were also injured by Pangu's eyes just now.

After hearing Hongjun's words, these demons breathed a sigh of relief and showed their figures one after another.

"Pangu, you and I were born in the chaos together, and you and I practiced the three thousand great ways together, but in the end we ended up like this. It's time and fate, and rest in peace."

The old voice came, and after raising his eyebrows and speaking, he entered the chaos again.

"Have a good journey. From now on, let's write off our grudges."

The other demon gods also sighed and then hid in the chaos.

If there is one, there will be two. After the Chaos Demon Gods who were still breathing said their final farewell to Pangu, they also hid one by one.

"Let's leave now. If it weren't for the arrival of the Infinite Tribulation, we Chaos Demon Gods would never show up in the prehistoric world."

As the last demon god hid, the farewell to Pangu was completely completed.

Boom boom.

However, at this moment, a thunder suddenly sounded.

"Tongtian."

Hongjun roared, and the sound spread throughout the nine heavens and ten earths in an instant. All the prehistoric creatures knew that it was time for the Heavenly Dao to settle accounts.

"Haha, it's a disaster that can't be avoided."

In the Biyou Palace, Tongtian Sect Master laughed, and the Heavenly Dao scars on his body reappeared. Suddenly, the originally high-spirited Tongtian Sect Master became old and frail at this moment, half buried in the ground.

After hearing Hongjun's voice, Tongtian smiled bitterly and then appeared in the sky.

"Teacher, call me."

Facing Hongjun, Tongtian Patriarch was neither humble nor arrogant. He had already made other plans in his mind. The reason why he still called him teacher was because he was still a saint of the Heavenly Dao and a disciple of the Xuanmen Sect.

"Tongtian, do you know your sin?"

Hongjun's face was serious. All the gods and Buddhas in the sky were waiting for the final decision. Thinking back to the beginning, Tongtian Patriarch beat them to a pulp.

And now, retribution is finally coming.

I only saw Tongtian Patriarch slowly raise his head, look at Hongjun, and slowly say:

"It doesn't matter whether you are guilty or not. Whatever you do, I, Tongtian, will take it."

Hearing this, Hongjun also looked unhappy and angry. He knew in his heart that Tongtian Patriarch's heart had already left the Heavenly Dao, but he couldn't abolish Tongtian. After all, the Heavenly Dao was Hongjun, and Hongjun was not the Heavenly Dao.

Taking a deep breath, Hongjun said:

"Well, if that's the case, then you should stay in the Biyou Palace. You must not appear in the prehistoric world unless summoned by the master, otherwise you will be severely punished."

"Yes, teacher."

Tongtian Patriarch did not refute. He knew what he had done, and he deserved the fate he had now, but he did not regret it.

Even if he was imprisoned, so what? Tongtian understood that this was the ancestor Hongjun preparing to cut off one of Ye Yang's arms. Now that the will of Pangu God has disappeared, the Wu clan is about to perish, and Ye Yang's ceremonial guards are missing a lot.

Now that Tongtian has been imprisoned, Ye Yang's other arm has been cut off. In this way, there is no obstruction for the saints of the heavens to plan for the human race.

Tongtian Patriarch laughed. He had seen through all this. He had already kept a backhand. It depends on how Ye Yang uses it.

Tongtian Patriarch returned to the Biyou Palace, and Hongjun began to busy himself with his affairs.

"Taiqing, Yuanshi, Nuwa, Jieyin Zhunti, come back quickly."

The voice penetrated the entire prehistoric world. Today, the strength of the Tiandao saints has greatly increased, and each of them is full of confidence. Soon, five streams of light flashed.

"Teacher, please give me your orders."

Hongjun said:

"Tiandao has regained control of the prehistoric world. I have something important to do. Now Pangu's will has disappeared and Tongtian has been imprisoned by me. You can go to the depths of chaos and kill him before the ancestor of man arrives in the prehistoric world."

The saints knew that the opportunity to kill the ancestor of man had come.

"Yes, teacher."

Watching the saints leave, Hongjun also looked up in the previous direction.

"Qianhua Qinglian? What are you going to do?"

Then a figure went straight to the depths of the prehistoric world.

At the same time, on the Buzhou Mountain, the war between witches and demons broke out again.

"Kill——."

"Kill——."