In the Lich War, nearly 100 billion strong people from fairylands participated in the battle, and the battlefield spread to every corner of the prehistoric world, even the four seas and the heavens were affected.

The world is so great that there is no safe place.

The heavens were destroyed, and the land of the witch clan became an abyss.

Especially the collision between the Zhoutian Star Dou Array and Pangu’s true body almost overturned the prehistoric world. Even the endless starry sky was unknown how many stars were broken.

The whole world was destroyed in a mess.

In the end, the ancestor witch exploded, causing the destruction to a terrible level.

There are no one in the world.

In the prehistoric world, the spreading evil spirits obscured the sky.

The sudden increase in the dead spirit almost burst into pieces. If most of the souls were not destroyed, they would probably have been paralyzed.

"This battle is so miserable!"

"Taiyi and Daluo are both cannon fodder!"

"A quasi-saint powerful man, if he is not careful, he will lose his losses!"

"The damn ancestor witch actually exploded. If I hadn't escaped quickly, my cultivation level would have been completely ruined!"

"But now, now, my cultivation level is not one ten!"

"Trouble!"

"If Zhen Yuanzi comes to seek revenge on me, how could I stop it?"

"And the River Styx, who has always been hostile to me!"

"Damn it!"

Kunpeng quickly returned to Beihai, but felt unsafe and was about to soar into the air and went to Nuwa Palace to seek protection. Suddenly, he found that the surrounding void had been blocked.

"Who is it?"

His face changed drastically, he sacrificed the morning bell and evening drum, hung high above his head, and sprinkled the light of defense.

"Kill you!"

The voice came coldly.

The void cracked open, and a big hand poked out, covering the sky and the sun, as fast as lightning, and grabbed the morning bell and mud drum.

"How can you take away my protective spiritual treasure?"

Kunpeng was furious and wanted to fight back, but was gently pressed by his palm and fell to the clouds.

Swish...!

The big hand took away the morning bell and evening drum, and disappeared into the void.

"Lord of the Netherworld, light!"

Kunpeng gritted his teeth and hated him secretly. Unfortunately, he could only secretly hate him. He was very afraid of that person.

"I can't stay anymore!"

He was about to break the blockade, but he felt cold. When he looked up, his cold sweat fell and said tremblingly: "Fellow Daoist Zhenyuan, I have come here and I have not been able to welcome you. Please forgive me!"

"Haihan? Hehe!"

Zhen Yuanzi let out a cold laugh.

"We are all guests in Zixiao Palace, all the disciples of the Taoist Ancestor, the same brothers, and the senior brothers of Zhenyuan!" Kunpeng whispered in a low voice, "The grudges have been revealed, I will promise you something unconditionally!"

Hahaha!

Zhen Yuanzi laughed and pointed at Kunpeng: "As you as arrogant and domineering as you, will you feel ashamed of today?"

"For the Hunyuan Avenue!" Kunpeng murmured, breathing out a turbid breath, his expression certain, "How to let me go?"

There is no reason to argue, only beg for mercy by letting go of one's identity.

"At the beginning of my birth, I had a good relationship with Hongyun, depended on each other, spent countless years, survived countless difficulties, and finally had the power to protect myself. The two of me once said that I would like to break through the threshold of Hunyuan together and be the prehistoric Xiaoyao Immortal, but I was killed by you!" Zhen Yuanzi sighed, "Avenge has become my obsession and an inner demon that I can't let go. Kill you, avenge your friends, and get rid of my knots. My cultivation will definitely go further!"
Chapter completed!