The dragon clan cannot enjoy the favor of heaven and earth obtained by the human race, because the dragon clan's reproduction ability is too weak.

The Phoenix tribe cannot obtain the fortune of heaven and earth obtained by the human race, because the Phoenix tribe reproduces too slowly.

Only the human race, the human race that inherited the power of Pangu's saint's blood, reproduced quickly and amazingly, and was a descendant of Pangu Sect. He was born with the kindness of Pangu's world, turned the tribe into a prison, and split the original spirit of the Primitive Demon Lord without limit, weakening him without limit, and imprisoning him endlessly. This is the best choice.

"Awesome, amazing." The Primitive Demon Lord looked at Ji Hao deeply and murmured to himself: "The most powerful is called 'Pan', and the infinite fortune is called 'Hong'. Although Pangu died, the true spirit 'Jun Taoist', who was born in the world, was captured alive with three disciples."

The Primitive Demon Lord's teeth were clenched, and he sneered sinisterly: "Awesome, amazing. Although they can't erase me, after all, the "Jun Taoist" at that time was just unlimited in luck. If you want to talk about combat power, I'm afraid even his three disciples can't compare with them. They can't erase me, so they use such shameless means to split me and seal me!"

Ji Hao looked at the Primitive Demon Lord silently. After a long time of silence, he thought for a long time before he asked carefully: "My Master..."

"Why, if it weren't for the Great Equatorian, the Taoist Qingwei, and the Taoist Yu Yu... How could Taoist Jun capture me alive?" The Primitive Demon Lord gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice: "The three idiots join forces to restore Pangu's combat power. It's a pity that I was slashed out by Pangu with Pangu's axe. Their strength was greatly damaged, and their vitality had not yet recovered, and they actually fell into their means."

Ji Hao nodded slowly. It seemed that in the Taoist palace of the Great Equatorian, the unpredictable existence was the so-called True Lingjun Taoist who was born from the world's original fetus accompanied by Pangu.

"Since that's the case, how did you wake up?" Ji Hao looked at the Primitive Demon Lord curiously.

The two scarlet gazes on the original demon's cheeks flashed for a while, and he murmured in a deep voice: "Damn the ancients."

He told the story, Ji Hao listened indifferently, and couldn't help but be amazed at the greatness of the ancient human race in the ancient times. The human race was really like a saint. Their mood was whiter than snow, and they were even more transparent than crystals. Justice, just, selfless, and magnanimous.

The human race in the ancient times had no distractions in their hearts. They were filial to the elderly and loved children. Even if they were not familiar with tribes, they would help them as long as they encountered them in the wild. Even if they had never met strangers, they would get along well like brothers in blood after meeting them.

For the reproduction of races and for the survival of tribesmen, the human race in the ancient prehistoric era was like charcoal, burning its own meager vitality to the fullest, releasing a brilliant light that illuminates the entire prehistoric world.

At that time, the hearts of the prehistoric human race were so flawless that the original demon Lord's Yuan Ling was divided and imprisoned in their hearts, and there was no chance to cause trouble. Because the prehistoric human race had no distractions in their hearts, it was spotless and could not cause any turmoil in the pure and flawless heart by letting all its strength be.

"But you were finally released!" Ji Hao looked at the Primitive Demon Lord with deep eyes.

"The external demons do not invade, and the internal demons do not arise." The primitive demon lord smiled like a snoring wind, and the hazy black figure shook violently, constantly spreading black ripples around.

The black ripples hit the chaotic aura emitted by Pangu Bell, and the "buzzing" sounded constantly. The black ripples shattered layer by layer. The chaotic divine lights on Pangu Bell rippled like water waves. Ji Hao's heart was as quiet as water, without any bad influence.

"Good baby!" The Primitive Demon Lord raised his head and looked at Pangu Bell. He murmured to himself: "This is my thing, it is destined to belong to me. Now, I will keep it in your hands for the time being. There are only some demons that can awaken. When my magic power is resuming a little, I will definitely be able to bring him back."

Ji Hao didn't say anything, and he sat cross-legged on the Chaos Lotus Platform without saying a word.

In the soul space, the phantom, who was tens of thousands of miles tall, also said nothing. He sat quietly cross-legged in the vast black fog breeding from the Avenue of Destruction. The blue divine light in his eyes was like thunder, silently penetrating the thick black fog.

Through Ji Hao's eyes, the phantom looked at the Primitive Demon Lord with a deep look. The Primitive Demon Lord knew nothing about the phantom's peeping. He just laughed wildly and told Ji Hao carefully about his experience.

The souls of the ancient prehistoric human race are clean and flawless, spotless. The primitive demon god's original Yuan Ling fragments, who are imprisoned in the hearts of the human race, are unable to make trouble. They can only watch helplessly as the human race reproduction generation by generation, the unlimited fragments of his Yuan Ling fragments are divided and weakened.

However, as the human race develops and grows, and with the reproduction and migration of human tribes, many things have changed.

Originally, when all human races claimed to themselves, there was only the word "man". One "man" represented the community and individual of all human races. A complete and selfless "man", such human race is impeccable.

But gradually, the difference between "our clan" and "other clan" appeared among the human race. The human race's self-proclaimed changed, and gradually evolved from "human" into "you", "me", "he"!

When these concepts appear, the human heart is not so pure. But at that time, the human race was still in a clean state. Although they had the division of individual consciousness, the original demon lord who had been weakened to the extreme could not awaken the demon seeds.

Until that day...

"Desire-thoughts are an excellent thing!" The Primitive Demon Lord looked at Ji Hao deeply: "Other instinctive desires, such as eating, drinking water, and reproduction of descendants, these instinctive desires do not have enough ability to awaken my demon seeds."

"But after some desires that exceed the limit of instinctive survival are born, people have too strong desires in their hearts. These desires are enough to awaken me." The Primitive Demon Lord looked at Ji Hao with a smile: "Do you want to know, what kind of desire is it?"

Ji Hao looked at the Primitive Demon Lord, desires that exceeded the human race's instinct for survival? Looking at the ancient human race and the current human race, what can such desires that exceed the limit have?

Countless thoughts flew over in an instant. After a long time, Ji Hao looked at the Primitive Demon Lord hesitantly: "Eternal Life?"

The Primitive Demon Lord looked at Ji Hao in shock. After a long time, he suddenly applauded hard: "Miuya, wonderful, you are really a great destiny with me! Yes, immortality... When some people in the human race suddenly knew the idea of ​​"Yangsheng", they could no longer control the seven emotions and six desires in their hearts."

"Eternal life is the lead, the seven emotions and six desires are sunshine, rain and dew, and the human heart is the most fertile soil."

The Primitive Demon Lord smiled proudly and said, "With the introduction, the sunshine, rain, and soil, if my primitive Demon seed cannot take root and sprout, I will be too useless."
Chapter completed!