Chapter 71 Emperor Jun

Just as the group was returning, changes occurred in the middle of the prehistoric world.

A cave of a powerful person.

There was nothing special about the cave, just a large stone table and about 40 to 50 powerful people from various tribes, each of whom exuded a unique aura of the Daluo realm.

Sitting in the main seat was a middle-aged Taoist wearing golden armor. The middle-aged Taoist had his eyes closed, and the others sat there without making any other movements.

After a long time, the middle-aged Taoist opened his eyes and slowly said:

"Fellow Taoists, I invited you here today to discuss something."

"Hmph!" A Daluo great power said:

"You don't need to tell me, we all know what it is. You want to persuade us to unite? You are dreaming!"

"No." The middle-aged Taoist said lightly:

"The protagonist today is not me, but..."

"It's me."

A middle-aged Taoist wearing a white robe and with golden hair draped behind his head came out from behind the main seat.

His identity is the Golden Crow boss on the Sun Star! Emperor Jun!

The great power who just spoke frowned:

"Who are you?"

"I recognize you." Another Daluo great power said:

"The Golden Crow during the Demon Clan Rebellion."

Although Emperor Jun did not have a very loud reputation in the prehistoric world, people in the east and central parts of the prehistoric world could still recognize the two Golden Crows of that year.

Two soldiers cleaned the machine...

"Yes." Emperor Jun nodded and spoke slowly:

"It is me who invited you here. I am Emperor Jun, the Golden Crow of the Sun Star. What I did today is not much different from what Fellow Daoist Fei Lian said."

"You also want to get a share of this chaotic world?" A great man said unhappily:

"You are born sacred, have a strong foundation, and have no racial worries. Why don't you practice in the Sun Star and come out to the world?"

Now, another chaotic world has emerged!

The three tribes disintegrated, and the prehistoric tribes stood side by side.

The small wars in each tribe and the hatred left by each race in ancient times.

All re-enacted in this era.

In the cave, there was a lot of discussion.

There were all kinds of things to say.

After a long time of noise like this.

"I am uncomfortable watching the world!" Emperor Jun put his hand on the stone table and said loudly.

Emperor Jun's voice directly interrupted all the noise.

It was quiet for a long while, and someone sneered:

"Why is the world uncomfortable? Now there is no pressure from the three tribes, and all tribes in the world have been reshuffled. Everyone is a free fairy, so why should they be uncomfortable? I just want to stand out and share the pie, why do you say it so righteously."

"Yes." Someone immediately took over:

"What? You think you have the aura of a king, so you want to unify the prehistoric world? Do you want to be the second Zulong? Are you worthy?"

"How can the prehistoric world have nothing to do with you? We take care of our own tribe, and there is nothing wrong now."

"I really trusted you wrongly."

Emperor Jun looked at everyone, without being angry, but spoke again:

"The prehistoric world should unite as one. Now there are constant small disputes, which is the internal division. Do you know what crisis is potential?"

As soon as Emperor Jun finished speaking, the sound of an ancient bell rang.

I saw a rainbow-colored escape light escape into the cave, turning into a golden-haired young man with golden armor, with an extremely domineering look between his eyebrows.

A big bell stood beside the young man. The next moment, a different scene evolved on the bell.

On it... was the Wu Clan, which was growing stronger and stronger, and was capturing the myriad tribes of the prehistoric world for food.

They... were just eating.

If it was just this, it would be nothing.

There were countless such situations in the prehistoric world, and the survival of the fittest was the law of nature.

But... wasn't the Wu Clan a little scary?

The pupils of a powerful person shrank.

The one being eaten on it... was the Taiyi Jinxian elder of their clan!

The speed of Taiyi's playback was very fast, and the powerful people present must be able to remember it clearly.

It was nearly ten Yuanhui!

The two brothers walked in the east of the prehistoric world and the prehistoric world for nearly ten Yuanhui, and such scenes kept appearing.

The Wu Clan... was too scary.

Their flesh was extremely tough.

The pupils of a Daluo in the seat shrank.

A dozen Taiyi Jinxians were not the opponent of that one person?

Judging from its aura, it is only comparable to that of Taiyi Jinxian!

That body... is really terrifying!

The Wu Clan, everyone knows this race.

It has only started to emerge in the past ten Yuanhui.

The first battle was against the Gauze Demon Clan in the southern part of the prehistoric world.

The fights between other races are just natural selection, with a food chain.

But... the Wu Clan is different.

As long as it is not a witch, they will eat it.

This is well known, but no one has ever thought that the Wu Clan would actually eat so much?

And... the Wu Clan is so powerful?

Between the same level, a punch shattered countless voids, and the Taiyi Jinxian holding a spiritual treasure shattered it? Or the kind that completely broke into character fragments!

According to observation, those witches seem to have their own innate magical powers.

In that picture, there is also a giant with a height of one million feet, who grabbed a sheep with one hand, plucked its hair and horns, and threw it directly into his mouth.

The witches feed on all spirits.

It is naturally not so easy to notice these things at ordinary times.

But when all this was sorted out by Di Jun and Tai Yi, everyone realized the horror of the witches.

The picture on the Chaos Bell still did not stop, and just like this, after a whole year, the picture on it stopped completely.

Everyone present began to keep silent.

Because, in that picture, they also saw their own people being eaten alive.

The atmosphere was so quiet.

Some people were angry, some were afraid, and some people still stared at Di Jun and Tai Yi with suspicion.

"My second brother and I have fought with the ancestor of the witch clan." Di Jun frowned and whispered:

"The ancestor witch we fought with was named Ju Mang. He controlled the origin of wood and was the incarnation of wood. Even the true fire of the sun could not burn it all.

During the fight with him, we learned that they claimed to be descendants of Pangu God, and were transformed by the blood and essence of Pangu God's heart and the turbid air of the earth."

"Descendants of Pangu God?"

As soon as this was said, everyone was surprised.

Pangu God, who didn't know?

The 'biological father' of all living beings who created the world, if there was no Pangu, there would be no living beings.

"So what if he is a descendant of Pangu God?" said a Daluo Realm patriarch:

"Can the descendants of Pangu God kill my people at will? I knew about the Wu Clan long ago, but I didn't know that the Wu Clan was like this."

After that, the patriarch stood up and whispered to Di Jun:

"Di Jun, tell me what you want to do."

"Hmm?" Taiyi glanced at the patriarch coldly, and raised a finger slightly with his hands that had been folded across his chest.

In an instant, the boundless pressure of the avenue pressed down on the patriarch.

The patriarch instantly felt like he was facing the abyss. This pressure... was so hot that he felt like he was in a furnace.

The pupils of the people present suddenly shrank, and some even stood up and sacrificed their spiritual treasures directly, and the boundless Dao rhyme emanated, and the cave was instantly filled with various laws.

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