Wang Yi raised his eyes and looked at the sky.
high.
This is an unimaginable world.
The rules of this world are far better than those of the Mist World.
It’s just that the world is broken.
Rules and laws are imperfect.
Wang Yi looked at the fairy bottle in his hand and understood.
The three emperors suddenly knelt on the ground and kissed the earth.
"We're finally back, we're finally back in the wilderness."
The three emperors were so excited that tears filled their eyes.
They follow the "Tao", the greatest treasure of all time, and travel to other worlds.
It took six quadrillion years for them to return home.
The feeling of returning home is difficult for ordinary people to understand.
The Three Emperors scanned the prehistoric world and found that the prehistoric world was even more broken.
Especially the primitive origin, less than one ten thousandth remains.
What is even more serious is that the terrifying power of the West is swallowing up the last trace of the original source of the prehistoric world.
Fortunately, there are other strong people fighting against that Western force.
"Wang Yi, let's go to the original space of Honghuang." The emperor couldn't wait to save Honghuang.
Wang Yi nodded, escaped into the air, and flew towards the original space of the ancient world.
Since the destruction of the ancient world, the origin of the ancient world has changed, and the great god has sealed it.
But for some reason, an inexplicable force erodes the origin of the ancient world.
By the time the prehistoric quasi-sage found out, it was already too late and they had to fight against him.
Today, this Western evil force is becoming more powerful.
Whistle!
In the original space of the prehistoric world, Westerners suddenly appeared.
Tens of thousands of pairs of eyes looked at Wang Yi, the Emperor of Heaven, the Emperor of Earth, and the Emperor of Humanity.
Wang Yi glanced at the west, and he saw real unicorns, phoenixes, and divine dragons. They were billions of times more sacred than the unicorns, phoenixes, and divine dragons in the eternal heaven.
The ten-thousand-foot-long five-clawed golden dragon is the real dragon.
The pinnacle of quasi-sage.
The nine-color phoenix is equally sacred and the pinnacle of quasi-sage.
He felt strangely familiar.
The one confronting Shenlong and Phoenix was the old man Nishiname.
This old man from the West gives off a strange aura. Their faces are painted with ghost symbols, black, grey, red and green.
The old man Nishiname also had weird hair on his face, and behind them were countless terrifying spear monsters.
There are too many, endless, much more than dragons, unicorns, and phoenixes.
When the Emperor of Heaven, the Emperor of Earth, and the Emperor of Humanity saw divine beings such as dragons, phoenixes, and unicorns, they immediately saluted: "Wen Pin, Cui Ying, and Jiang Xiong have met all the saints and ancestors."
"You three are finally back." Dongyue Taishan Tianqi Rensheng Emperor Huang Feihu stepped forward, his body trembling slightly, and greeted his brothers.
"Brother." The three of them clasped their fists.
They left the prehistoric world for 60 billion years and only came back today.
Their eldest brother Huang Feihu still remembers them.
Huang Feihu wiped the tears from his eyes: "Where is the 'Tao'?"
"Tao" is the existence that saves the world.
Without "Tao", the only remaining source of the ancient world will be swallowed up.
"Brother, the Tao is in the hands of little friend Wang Yi." The Emperor said excitedly.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Wang Yi.
Wang Yi took out the fairy bottle and threw it into the sky above the original space.
The fairy bottle began to change.
On the surface of the bottle, a continent appeared, the Shenzhou Continent.
There are many creatures in the Chinese continent.
Faintly visible.
This is real.
Seeing this scene, the Western Grand Ancestor of the Mist Clan knew that they could not let the fairy bottle blend into the prehistoric world, otherwise, they would fail in their efforts.
"Break that bottle and kill that person." The ancestor of the Red Mist clan roared, taking action first and slapping the fairy bottle.
The ancestors of gray fog and green fog followed closely behind.
The Ancestor of Black Mist killed Wang Yi.
Although the great gods from the prehistoric world left the prehistoric world, many of their descendants left behind became quasi-sages. They all took action to stop the western ancestor of the Mist tribe.
The human army faced off against the Mist army.
None of these people are lower than Daluo Jinxian.
One hundred thousand.
The three major star masters of Zhonghua Pavilion, Twenty-eight Stars, Xiong Da, Xiong Er, Bao Da, and Bao Er all took action to kill the Mist Clan army.
Too much too much.
The Western Great Forefather of the Mist Clan brought the real Mist Clan army into the prehistoric world, and the masters who stayed in the Mist World were nothing.
There are actually one hundred thousand Daluo Jinxian here.
Too scary.
Facing the Black Mist Ancestor who was attacking and killing him, Wang Yi picked up the golden bell and threw it at the Black Mist Ancestor.
Even if the other party is a peak quasi-sage, he still deserves it.
When he came to the primitive space, he felt like a fish in water and his strength soared.
This is his power.
boom!
The Black Mist Ancestor punched the golden bell, sending it flying.
Under the control of Wang Yi, Jin Zhong crashed into the Mist Clan army.
With just one blow, three hundred great Luo Jinxian of the Mist Clan were killed.
Wang Yi got a lot of martial arts points.
"It seems that we can deduce the thirty-one golden bell."
Wang Yi had a clear understanding in his heart. In the primitive space, it would be a hundred times easier for him to deduce the golden bell.
If 60 trillion martial arts points are needed in the mist world, then only 60 trillion martial arts points are needed in the original space of the wilderness.
Too easy.
Rumble.
Big changes have taken place in the Admiralty.
The fist mark left by the Black Mist Ancestor on the golden bell disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Wang Yi deduced the golden bell cover to the thirty-first level.
Wang Yixiu was the first to enter the Quasi-Saint Third Heaven, the Western Heaven, the Fifth Heaven, the Sixth Heaven, and was only a little short of entering the Quasi-Saint Seventh Heaven.
It won't take long before Wang Yi will enter the 32nd floor of the Golden Bell.
Wang Yi's strength increased greatly, and his momentum was like a rainbow.
Others can't see it at all.
A hazy light enveloped Wang Yi.
The Black Mist Ancestor thought Wang Yi was a high-level quasi-sage, and roared: "Boy, although you are a high-level quasi-sage, I am the pinnacle quasi-sage. You can take my punch, but you can't take my punch." Take ten punches and die!"
The black-haired fist struck the golden bell again.
Wang Yi still followed the gourd's example, and with the help of this power, he smashed the golden bell towards the army at the rear of the Mist Tribe.
At this time, the tens of thousands of tribes on the prehistoric side were fighting inextricably with the Mist tribe's army.
The rules of the original space are shaking violently.
If the prehistoric world had not been broken, these people would not be able to get in, let alone shake the prehistoric world.
It's a pity that today's prehistoric world is just an extremely incomplete world.
Boom!
The Black Mist Ancestor crazily attacked Wang Yi.
However, Wang Yi became more and more courageous as he fought.
At this time, Wang Yi received the Thousand Fists of the Black Mist Ancestor.
The ancestor of the black mist is going crazy, he is completely crazy.
He dispersed the black mist around him, revealing his true body.
Humanity.
The ancestor of the black mist turned out to be a human being.
He opened his big hands and roared: "Boy, accept..."
"It's your turn to die!" Wang Yi roared, picked up the golden bell, and smashed it at the Black Mist Ancestor.
He is already a powerful person in the seventh level of Quasi-Saint, enough to fight against the pinnacle Quasi-Saint.
boom!
The golden bell hit the hand of the Black Mist Ancestor.
There was a click from the palm of the Black Mist Ancestor's hand.
Without waiting for the Black Mist Ancestor to react, Wang Yi picked up the golden bell and threw it at him.
boom......
boom......
boom......
Wang Yi went completely crazy and smashed the Black Mist Ancestor so hard that he couldn't resist at all.
boom!
Final blow.
The ancestor of the black fog was completely turned into a pile of flesh.
He is human.
He is a strong human being.
It's a pity that he chose to join the Mist Clan.
Wang Yi smashed the Black Mist Ancestor to death, traveled through time and space, and suddenly appeared in front of the Red Mist Ancestor, and swung the golden bell and smashed it.
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