The ripples became more and more turbulent, and countless cracks appeared over time.

The appearance of these cracks, the turbulence of the ripples is even greater, as if it will be broken at any time.

The five-color Huaguang suddenly rose sharply, and there was a violent roar with a bang.

The five colors of light were all shattered, and the ripples directly fell into pieces, and a dark hole appeared there.

At the entrance of the dark cave, a black light flickered, as if something was about to pass through.

.........

On the Immortal Island in the East Desolation, in the Xiaoyao Immortal Palace, Wang Feng suddenly opened his eyes.

"Are you finally coming out?"

Wang Feng radiated purple light all over his body, and disappeared into the void the next moment.

In the next second, he had already appeared on the pitch-black abyss passage.

"It turns out that the plane crack has already appeared, no wonder it will be broken."

Wang Feng said to himself lightly, his eyes fell on the dark cave wall.

"Um?"

Wang Feng stretched out his hand and waved, and a terrifying purple brilliance appeared in the invisible black hole, and directly pressed the object that was coming from the opposite side.

"I can't let you out at this time, so just wait."

brush!

Above the black hole, a light film appeared again, sealing the hole.

"There are still hundreds of years, enough to prepare."

Wang Feng said lightly.

This seal can only block this passage for three hundred years, and these three hundred years are enough for the people of the prehistoric world to respond.

After Wang Feng did all this, the whole person disappeared.

At the same time, in several places in the prehistoric land, several people opened their eyes at the same time.

Yang Mei Daxian's eyes were indifferent, and there was a flash of emotion.

"I didn't expect him to be able to block the interface wall of this world. It seems that I really underestimated him before."

The person Yang Mei Daxian spoke of was naturally Wang Feng.

With Yang Mei's current cultivation level, the barrier of blocking the interface is still impossible, but the seal can be done.

In these millions of years, he has been sealed several times.

There are no more than 3 people in the entire prehistoric world who know this interface barrier.

Great Immortal Yang Mei, Demon Ancestor Luo Hu, Beast Emperor Divine Rebel, and Na Hongjun.

However, since Hongjun lost the fortune-telling Jade Butterfly, it is uncertain whether he can infer the specific location.

Yang Mei Daxian can be sure that several other people must have known.

In the magic hall, Luo Hu sneered again and again, he already felt that there was a problem with the space barrier.

"The real great world is finally coming."

"Wang Feng, you blocked the space barriers for three hundred years, are you trying to buy time for the people of Honghuang?"

"Unfortunately, what's the point of such a blockade?"

"This moment is coming after all. The entry of powerhouses from other planes into this world will make our world even brighter!"

"Only by fighting and constant fighting can we truly stand on this earth and endure forever!"

"The weak are not qualified to choose!"

Luo Hu shook his head and fell silent again.

In the Palace of the Beast Emperor, Shen Ni also sensed the problem of interface barriers.

The gods and demons who survived from the Kaitian era know not a little bit, and the gods and demons are still a collection of people who have the desire to kill many gods and demons.

"Come on, the arrival of the great world is the real bright moment!"

"I'm going against the sky, and I'll definitely become a Taoist! Let this world be full of slaughter, that's the best nourishment."

Divine Rebellion's cultivation relies on killing thoughts. The stronger the killing thoughts, the greater the enhancement to him!

The entire prehistoric world does not know that a major event has occurred in this world, whether this major event is good or bad, no one knows.

Today, in the prehistoric world, there are many races, the strongest of which are the prehistoric witch clan and the prehistoric demon clan!

Wu people, with a population of hundreds of millions!

There are twelve quasi-sages in the clan, and their strength is terrifying. With their physical strength, coupled with the characteristics of invincibility, almost no one can fight against them.

The Prehistoric Demon Race is led by two masters.

The two leaders of the demon clan are peerless powerhouses born from the sun star, who once heard the sermon in front of the Zixiao Palace.

East Emperor Taiyi, Demon Emperor Emperor Jun!

These two are brothers, and they are both quasi-holy realm powerhouses.

Both of them have magic weapons, both are innate treasures, and their power is very powerful.

They control the power of the demon clan in the world and fight against the witch clan. For ten thousand years, the strength of the demon clan has grown into the sky.

However, in the final analysis, the strength of the Wu clan is stronger, and the twelve quasi-sages, the demon emperor and the emperor are absolutely unable to compete.

But the demon clan is better than the crowd, more than several times more than the witch clan.

If it weren't for the fact that battles between quasi-sages did not occur easily, I am afraid that the demon clan would have been defeated by the witch clan long ago.

Chapter 1060 Hongmeng Purple Qi

Kunlun Mountain, Zixiao Palace, Hongjun opened his eyes and looked into the void.

"Wang Feng, you bastard, who took away the good luck Jade Butterfly from this seat, this seat will not let you go, hehe!"

"Look, soon, this seat will be able to integrate the heavenly way, and then this seat will see what you can do against me."

Hong Jun's body was surging with divine power.

In the void, a powerful force erupted, and a terrifying divine might suddenly erupted from the Zixiao Palace, and the entire Great Wilderness was shaken by this terrifying divine might.

The Zixiao Palace flew up into the sky and flew directly into the chaotic world of the Thirty-Three Heavens and Outer Heavens.

The Zixiao Palace is settled, and all methods are invincible, and there is no force that can hurt it.

"Today, I, Hongjun, set up a sermon in the Zixiao Palace, and all the immortals in the wild can come here to hear the sermon!"

Hongjun's first official sermon began.

Hongjun sat down and many supporters came here to hear.

Among them, Donghuang Taiyi, Di Jun, Fuxi, Kunpeng Patriarch, Yin Yang Patriarch, Tuntian Patriarch, Jie Yin and Zhun Ti all came.

These people are the strongest group of people in the prehistoric world today. Besides them, countless prehistoric creatures have also come.

Before Hongjun's Taoist platform, seven futons were placed, and seven people were already sitting on it.

Donghuang Taiyi, Demon Emperor Dijun, Kunpeng Patriarch, Yin-Yang Patriarch, Swallowing Patriarch, Jie Yin and Zhun Ti.

Different from the prehistoric plot, this time there is no Sanqing and no Nuwa who have become saints this time. Except for the reception and zhunti, which remain unchanged, everyone else has changed.

What these seven positions represent, they don't know yet, but they can see that they were specially set up by Hongjun to represent a symbol of status.

On the Taoist platform, the light flashed, and Hong Jun's figure appeared.

Purple gold robe, beard and hair are all white, immortal style and bones.

After Hongjun appeared, he glanced at everyone flatly and nodded slightly.

"One hundred years of this sermon!"

"In the future, everyone's position will be based on the current position."

After Hongjun finished speaking lightly, he began to preach.

The immortals and gods present were not interested in what these positions represented.

When Hongjun preached, there were endless Dao rhymes in the void, as if the Dao of this world had gathered here.

The entire Zixiao Palace was filled with radiant rays of radiance and auspicious colors, and countless celestial dragons, divine phoenixes, and unicorn auspicious beasts manifested one after another.

This is a vision of heaven and earth, incomparably mysterious, and contains infinite Dao.

Everyone present was fascinated and quickly fell into it.

All sorts of miraculous and extraordinary mysteries manifested, the ground gushing golden springs, the sky descending auspiciousness, and golden rains poured out.

Everyone is in it.

A hundred years have passed since this sermon.

A hundred years later, Hongjun stopped preaching and opened his eyes.

"This sermon ends here."

After Hongjun stopped preaching, many immortals and gods present woke up from enlightenment.

For a hundred years, although they did not make much breakthroughs, the Dao in it pointed out a path for them.

"Thank you teacher!"

All the immortals saluted Hongjun.

Hong Jun glanced at everyone lightly and said, "Under the Dao of Heaven, there are seven holy places, and you and the other seven people are all related to the holy places."

"East Emperor Taiyi, from today onwards, you will be my first disciple."

After Hongjun finished speaking, he waved one hand, and the seven primordial purple qi entered the bodies of the seven people.

Everyone showed envy.

Hongmeng Purple Qi is an opportunity for sanctification. Without this Hongmeng Purple Qi, sanctification would not be possible.

The seven people including Dong Huangtai and the other first received the Primordial Violet Qi and naturally had the opportunity to be sanctified.

"Thank you teacher!"

The seven people saluted together, very respectful.

Hongjun nodded, and finally said: "I left some spiritual treasures on the Fenbao Cliff, everyone can get it by chance, go ahead."

After Hongjun finished speaking, the whole person disappeared directly into the Zixiao Palace.

Donghuang Taiyi and the others stood up from their futons, looked at each other and smiled.

Now the seven people are considered brothers and sisters from the same sect, and they are all very strong, and all of them can become holy in the future.

At this time, everyone has already moved towards the Fenbao Cliff, where there are infinite fairy lights flashing.

Five-color brilliance blooms, emitting a strong Tao.

Countless magical treasures flew out from the treasure cliff, and all the immortals rushed over to collect those magical treasures.

These are the sacred relics of heaven and earth, who doesn't want to get the strongest magic weapon?

In the face of these magic weapons, everyone is jealous.

There were only seven saint candidates present, and there was no movement at all.

For them, what should be theirs, no one can take it away, and each of them has their own accompanying magic weapon, and ordinary things are not despised.

Immortals and gods who got the treasures left one after another, not daring to stay any longer.

After all, a good magic weapon is easy to make people jealous, and everyone knows that the wealth is not revealed.

Hundred years have passed, and all the prehistoric world knows that seven quasi-saints have appeared between heaven and earth.

They all know that Hongmeng Purple Qi is an opportunity for enlightenment.

However, no one dared to take it.