"Friends of Dao are too worried. Peng Dao's coming this time is not for any motive. If there is really any purpose, that is, Peng Dao and those Dao friends behind Pin Dao do not want to see demon in the future. A big family situation happened!"

Faced with Hou Tu’s doubts, Styx quickly explained, “Fellow Daoists should be very clear about how rampant the demons are.”

"Except for the poor road, most of the innate gods don't have a lot of affection for the demon race. If the demon race gains power in the future, the entire prehistoric land may not be peaceful!"

"Friends of Taoism are quite true!" Hearing Styx's explanation, Hou Tu nodded with a clear expression, "The monster race is rampant. The balance between the two races of the Lich is in line with the wishes of most innate gods."

"Friends of Styx, please rest assured, as long as my Wu Clan still exists for one day, I will not let the Yao Clan's ambitions succeed!"

"If fellow Taoist Houtu can figure out the key, the poor Dao is not for nothing this time."

When the voice fell, Styx stood up and held his fists in a posture of leaving.

"The purpose of this trip has been achieved, and it is time for Poor Dao to go back to practice, and strive to successfully cut the corpse before listening to the Dao next time, and completely step into the realm of quasi-sage!"

"Since fellow Daoist is going back to behead the corpse, then Houtu will no longer keep it. See you in Haotian Palace after three thousand years!"

After saluting each other, Styx turned into a **** rainbow light, and in a blink of an eye he left the Houtu Ancestral Witch Realm and disappeared into the unknown void.

"Sister, can you believe what Styx said?"

With the complete departure of Styx, in the Great Hall of the Houtu Ancestral Witch, several burly figures, with endless evil spirits exuding all over their bodies, appeared.

"This person may have other purposes, but what he said before is not false. The innate gods really want to maintain the balance of the Lich family, and don't want to see one of them dominates!"

Several of the big guys nodded when they heard the words, "Among us brothers and sisters, my sister, your mind is so good, since you think there is no problem, then it should be no problem... It’s just that there is really Is there a way to sanctify our witches?"

"Is there any, the next time you listen to the sermon, you will know if you ask?"

Speaking of this, Hou Tu suddenly felt something in her heart. She felt that there was a holy throne that belonged to her, but the price to be paid for this holy throne was probably not that ordinary.

"As long as the Wu Clan can continue, no matter how great the price is, I am willing to pay!" He looked up at the void, and Houtu whispered in his heart, secretly making up his mind.

...

In the Haotian Palace, it is rare for Cheng Hao to continue to practice, instead sitting on a high platform, his mind immersed in the plane chat group.

In the chat group, on a small island floating on the endless ocean, Cheng Hao's figure appeared.

As soon as he appeared, the people who were chatting in the chat group suddenly calmed down and turned their eyes to him.

"Master, you haven't shown up for a while, what have you been up to lately?" Xiao Yan's character among Cheng Hao's disciples, except for Wukong, is considered the most lively one. He smiled and asked first. .

"I went to the Great World as a teacher, and I have been busy lately. I finally got down to my leisure today and come online to see you."

There are not many members online today. In addition to Xiao Yan, there are only Luo Feng, Chen Nan, Pi Zilong and others. As for the others, it is estimated that they are either cultivating or have important matters and cannot be online temporarily.

"In the Great Wilderness World, the disciple knows, is there Hongjun Daozu, Sanqing and other saints?" Xiao Yan asked excitedly.

"Indeed!" Cheng Hao smiled and nodded.

"Master, how does the strength of my class compare to that of a saint?" Luo Feng, who grew up from the earth, naturally also has some understanding of the primordial world, and immediately asked.

"Although your strength is at the peak in Tier 6, it is still a lot worse than the saint. The strength of the saint has reached Tier 7, at least in the prehistoric, they can easily play seven. Tier combat power!"

"That's it..." Xiao Yan and Luo Feng looked at each other. They had always looked relaxed, but their faces also showed solemnity at this time. They didn't seem to expect that they were almost standing there. The strength of the pinnacle of his own world is not even a saint in the prehistoric state.

"In this way, only after Senior Brother Ji Ning and Senior Mother Lin Xi break through the retreat, can they have the strength to fight the saint!" Xiao Yan sighed.

"Oh? The two of them, are you going to break through to Tier 7?" After being online for so long, Cheng Hao really didn't know the cultivation status of Lin Xi and others.

"Well, Master and Senior Brother Ji Ning have been discussing kendo for a long time. Not long ago, both of them seemed to have understood. They both went offline and closed their doors. Maybe they will be Rank 7 when they go online again!"

There was a look of envy in Xiao Yan's expression. Ji Ning, his mother and the others weren't the Haotian Sutra of cultivation, but walked out of their own path, and stepped into the seventh step, which was a matter of course.

However, he and Senior Brother Luo Feng and others are the Haotian Sutra of cultivation, and the highest of the exercises taught by the master before is the highest level of cultivation to the sixth-order peak. As for how to break through to the seventh-order realm, they are also unwilling. know.

Although they have made many attempts over the years, and also wanted to create their own cultivation method after the sixth level, the seventh level is like a moat, which has stuck them to death, and it is almost difficult to break through.

The seventh step is basically the limit that a chaotic universe can withstand. There is no clear cultivation method for this realm, and it is almost difficult to complete with a little bit of exploration.

Just like the dark quasi immortal emperors at the other end of the perfect world boundary sea, they have explored countless epochs and destroyed one civilization after another, but in the end, even the seventh-tier threshold is stepped forward. The difficulty of this can be imagined. .

"Haha, Haotian boy, what realm are you now, have you ever stepped into the seventh step? Don't be overtaken by your own disciples and mother-in-law later, then you are a master, wouldn't you be so handsome?"

Pi Zilong lay lazily on a floating island not far from Cheng Hao, drinking wine while listening to the conversation between Cheng Hao's apprentices and apprentices, interjecting a few words from time to time. It's so beautiful, it's simply endless joy.

"That's going to disappoint you, old scoundrel. This seat has entered the seventh-order chaos realm."

Cheng Hao has long been accustomed to Pi Zilong's indiscriminate virtue, and he is not angry. On the contrary, he feels that there is such a funny and lively atmosphere, which is quite interesting.

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