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It turned out that the barefoot woman in white clothes and barefoot who came to the human tribe where Houyi lived that day was the Houtu ancestor witch. Zhang Zilong was practicing on a whim. He knew that there was a great opportunity and did not dare to neglect it. He walked out of Houyi's house and happened to meet the Houtu ancestor witch who came to visit Houyi.

But the ancestor witch Houtu was dressed in a palace dress and was very elegant and elegant. Her face looked pretty and beautiful in 28 years old, revealing an inexplicable warmth, which made people feel good. The pity and compassion in her beautiful eyes made Zhang, who claimed to be a playboy, feel very pity.

Houtu traveled to Houyi to take care of the Houtu tribe. It turned out that after the lich slaughtered the human race, countless unjust souls in the world were wandering and didn't know where to go. They cried bitterly every day, which made the kind-hearted Houtu ancestor witch feel sad. Finally, she decided to go out and look for a way to liberation on the prehistoric continent.

Of course, Zhang Zilong had to follow him when he heard this. Regardless of the merits, he had made a good plan. After following Houtu to the sea of ​​blood, he would gradually give her the reincarnation to make up for the first merit of the queen of the world. Just talking about Houtu, he was a beautiful woman of excellent grade, and a combination of a pure girl and a graceful lady. Following such a beautiful woman with strong strength, merit, and beautiful is better than facing a loving couple all day long?

Houtu also felt that one more person might be able to discuss the truth with each other, confirm what he thought and realized, and seek a way to save all living beings as soon as possible, so he agreed.

When Chang'e heard that Zhang Zilong was going to travel to the prehistoric world, she looked reluctant and worried. After getting along these days, she had already regarded this witty word and a little childish personality as her relative (little brother?). She went back to the house and silently prepared some snacks and dry food she made for him, and wrapped them heavily, and asked Zhang Zilong to take them with her.

Feeling the care of my sister (when did you recognize her?) in his heart, he also felt warm in his heart. He made a promise to come back to see her soon, and Zhang Zilong left the human tribe.

Once on the way, I realized that things were not as beautiful as I thought. First of all, although the beauty Houtu was very gentle and kind, she didn't like to speak. Along the way, Yulong Taoist Master seized a rare opportunity and met with the beauty, but also wanted to learn from this expert in body refining. But I didn't know that this beauty in Houtu was asking questions and answering questions, but in addition, I didn't want to say even a word of nonsense. Yulong Taoist Master was hurt twice in a row (Is that Chang'e used to be...). He was already overwhelmed and often drew circles in the corners by himself.

Less gossip, both of them are people with superb cultivation, and there is nothing to be afraid of traveling on the prehistoric land. Finally, they arrived at the edge of the prehistoric world, above the endless sea of ​​blood.

Zhang Zilong had long been curious about the sea of ​​blood. What was the most filthy place in the world transformed by the navel of Pangu God? When I saw it today, it was indeed evil and so evil! I don’t know how many seas of blood, the souls of countless prehistoric creatures floated into the sea of ​​blood, polluted and swallowed by the sea of ​​blood. Zhang Zilong, the Taiyi Jinxian, could not stand it.

Houtu saw the sea of ​​blood constantly devouring the soul, and it seemed that the sense of mission was getting stronger and stronger. Seeing this, Zhang Zilong knew that Houtu was about to realize the opportunity, so he bowed to Houtu: "Empress Houtu, look at the endless sea of ​​blood, constantly devouring the creatures of time. I believe that under the way of heaven, there is always a glimmer of hope. If sentient beings do not die, they will be destroyed."

Houtu was shocked when he heard this. Under the guidance of the secret of heaven, the strong feeling in the dark became closer and closer. "Fellow Taoist, please protect me, I want to understand my mission." Then Houtu fell on a piece of land in the sea of ​​blood.

Zhang Zilong sacrificed the Ziwei Star Fan, and endless purple light dropped down, covering Houtu, and the filth of the sea of ​​blood was nowhere close to her. Then he sat cross-legged and waited for Houtu to transform into a cycle of reincarnation, and obtained the infinite merits.

A hundred years later, Zhang Zilong's mind moved, opened his eyes, and saw the beauty of Houtu staring at him, with thousands of charms in his beautiful eyes. Seeing that Zhang Zilong had woken up, Houtu smiled sweetly: "Thank you for your kindness that day. Houtu has already understood his mission. Today is the day when Houtu becomes reincarnation. In the last time, you can get the companionship with you, Houtu has never been lonely." As he said that, he sighed quietly.

After hearing what Houtu said, Xiao Zhang's children's shoes felt mixed feelings. Although he had been planning this moment, it would definitely not feel good to have him watch a beauty disappear like this. He had always doubted the credibility of the legendary Houtu's resurrection.

Seeing his complex expression, Hou Tu comforted and smiled, and then forced two balls of essence and blood out of his palm. The blood was golden and full of Pangu's merits of opening the sky. "Fellow Taoist, I will no longer exist after I transformed into the cycle of reincarnation. Please tell me that this ball of essence and blood is sent to the witch clan, so that my elder brother and others can create another earth ancestor witch, and another piece of essence and blood is to thank fellow Taoist for his hundreds of years of companionship."

After saying that, Houtu had no worries anymore, and the golden light flashed on his body, but it was time for the emergence of reincarnation. A huge eye appeared in the sky at some point, and endless pressure spread on the sea of ​​blood. Zhang Zilong relied on the protective magic weapon to resist the eyes, and could not help but be frightened in his heart: "The Dharma Wheel of Heaven! It will actually lead to the Dharma Wheel of Heaven. It seems that this Dharma Wheel of Heaven does not allow Houtu to incarnate in reincarnation to be affected by any interference, so protect her Dharma!"

Houtu rose higher and higher, the white palace dress drifted with the wind, and the cherry lips opened lightly: "I want to sacrifice myself to transform into reincarnation, and to perfect the way of heaven. I want to sacrifice myself to transform into reincarnation, and give sentient beings a reincarnation. I want to sacrifice myself to transform into reincarnation, and from then on, Houtu will no longer be a witch." A crisp but vicissitudes of voice came from Houtu's mouth.

Zhang Zilong only felt that the Houtu aura that constantly emitted light was getting heavier and heavier, and in the end it was almost comparable to the Heavenly Dao Dharma Wheel in the sky!

When Houtu's momentum reached its peak, she suddenly opened her beautiful eyes and shouted: "The six realms of reincarnation are endless, and sentient beings suffer, I am sentient beings. The six realms of reincarnation appear!" The Houtu in the thousands of feet of light was slowly swallowed by the void, and a huge wheel platform appeared from the light. The heaven, human, Shura, hungry ghost, hell, and animal realms kept turning according to the mysterious rules. The sentient beings in the prehistoric land suddenly realized in their hearts.

Like something, they knelt down to the sea of ​​blood, shouting "Miss Houtu is merciful!" Even the saints of the heavens stood up one after another, bowed to salute in the reincarnation transformed by Houtu. The Western guide Taoist looked bitter: "Miss Houtu is not as good as me!" Zhunti, who was beside him, also sighed. In the witch tribe, all the eleven ancestor witches were in tears, and the only female Xuanming ancestor witch murmured to himself: "Sister, please go..."

A tear flowed out of Zhang Zilong's eyes unconsciously, "Damn, how could I be moved, how could I be reluctant to let it go, Well, it's so hateful!"

The Heavenly Dao Dharma Wheel in the sky saw that Hou Tu had already transformed into reincarnation, and a hint of relief appeared in the huge eyes, and then countless merits poured down. The eighth floor fell into the six reincarnation, and the two layers actually flew towards Zhang Zilong standing beside him.

Zhang Zilong felt the wonderful use of merit and body for the first time. He only felt that the Nine-Turn Xuan Gong was like a machine with nuclear power, running wildly. How great is the merit of reincarnation? It was much more than Nuwa created humans. If Houtu had not had the soul, the merit of transforming into reincarnation alone could make her a saint. Zhang Zilong has been solving doubts for Houtu for hundreds of years and accompanying him through the prehistoric world. Later, she reminded her of her own mission and protected her for a hundred years. These things all together made him receive two levels of reincarnation merit!

The sixth rev soon reached the peak, and then broke through without any obstacles, reaching the seventh rev of the Daluo Golden Immortal level, and it stopped directly in the late stage of the Daluo Golden Immortal, but Zhang Zilong's body could not bear this huge merit.

At this moment, after birth, there was no movement. The purple divine dragon on his eyebrows actually reacted. Zhang Zilong only felt that his soul seemed to be being pulled by something, and he actually divided part of it into the purple divine dragon. Then, the infinite merit seemed to have found a pouring mouth and flew towards the divine dragon.

A huge purple gold light flashed, and the phantom of the divine dragon appeared like a physical body over the sea of ​​blood. The huge dragon roar changed the color of the world.

Zhang Zilong felt very lucky. At this moment, he felt that he was not so lucky. He had gained so much merit and was snatched away most of the time by this guy. No one would be happy if anyone came!

However, after absorbing all the merits and transforming into a physical purple gold dragon, it turned into a twenty-seven or eight years old, very similar to Zhang Zilong, but he was ten years older and his hair was purple. After Zhang Zilong transformed into a dragon, he had a strange feeling. This dragon was him, and he was also a giant dragon! It was not a corpse, nor an incarnation outside his body, but a mysterious feeling.

"I have seen the ancient ancestor dragon!" At the same time, a message also reached Zhang Zilong's mind. This purple dragon turned out to be the leader of the dragon clan of the three ancient tribes!

When the ancient great catastrophe of the ancestor dragon died, his soul should have been scattered, but the great way was fifty and the heavenly being forty-nine, always leaving a glimmer of hope for sentient beings. A trace of the soul of the ancestor dragon was absorbed by the Emperor's Star Ziwei Star. When Zhang Zilong was born, he had the fate of the ziwei, and the soul of the ancestor dragon was naturally pulled into his body and merged with Zhang Zilong's soul. Now, with the merits of reincarnation, the ancestor dragon was resurrected in one fell swoop, but the ancestor dragon was the jade dragon, but the jade dragon was not the ancestor dragon. The connection was so complicated.

"Well...that is to say, Zulong is the same as my companion consciousness body. Haha, it's developed!" After receiving the message, Zhang Zilong smiled humbly. This time he was developed. Not only did his own cultivation reach the late stage of Daluo Jinxian, but he also had a quasi-saint-level clone like Zulong, and he was developed!

Zulong looked at him and understood it. He took the Dragon-Slaying Sword and Ziwei Star Fan given to him by Zhang Zilong, and cut through the void and left.

Even a saint cannot calculate the matter in this place of reincarnation. The Ancestral Dragon is an ancient powerful man. His cultivation is close to the sub-saint (the quasi-saint is invincible, not a saint), and he has countless enemies. Although he has resurrected merit and has become a merit purple gold dragon and his strength has also been restored to the middle stage of the quasi-saint, the huge dragon energy on his body still makes people doubt it. It is better to leave and find a place to slowly recover your strength.
Chapter completed!