Primordial Ancestor: Leading the human race into seclusion at the beginning

Chapter 128 The Guide Appears and Battles the Two Western Saints!

"What are you ancestral witches doing here in this boundless sea of ​​blood instead of staying at the Pangu Temple?"

Above the boundless sea of ​​blood, the guiding saint held a blessed pestle, his face expressionless, and spoke calmly.

The two senior brothers, following the guidance of the Heavenly Dao, came to the boundless Blood Sea and discovered the secret contained within the Blood Sea placenta. He was responsible for guarding the Blood Sea, suppressing the Styx Ancestor, and preventing other beings from intruding.

"Go away!"

Looking at the Saint who was blocking their way, Dijiang, the Ancestral Witch, who was the leader of the Ancestral Witches, spoke coldly.

The Wu tribe disrespects Heaven and Earth, and honors sages. Even if the Dao Ancestor were in front of them, they would dare to cut him down with an axe. How much more so would they dare to do so against the Sage who is guiding them?

Rumble!
Just as the Ancestral Witch Dijiang finished speaking, the Pangu bloodline within the bodies of all the Ancestral Witches roared. A vast and mighty supreme formation slowly evolved as Jieyin's expression changed slightly. Infinite calamity energy slowly gathered, and soon, a towering figure had already emerged.

"Get out or die!"

The ancestral witches were incredibly domineering, causing the Jieyin's face to turn red and blue. Below the saints, all were ants.

However, at this moment, even a Heavenly Dao Saint seemed to have no authority whatsoever before the Ancestral Witches. Jieyin could clearly sense that if he continued to obstruct them here, the Ancestral Witches before him would probably not hesitate to strike him down with their axes. But, thinking of Zhunti who was exploring the depths of the Blood Sea Netherworld, Jieyin's face quickly returned to normal. "Ancestral Witches, if you want to set foot in the boundless Blood Sea, then step over my corpse. I am a Heavenly Dao Saint, and my primordial spirit is immortal. I just don't know how many attacks this Pangu True Body can manifest!"

Upon hearing this, the Ancestral Witches, who were originally filled with murderous intent, were all taken aback. The Guide in front of them was really too shameless!

As the guide said, the Lich's injuries from the previous World War II had not been fully healed. Even if they were to evolve into the true form of Pangu, they could probably only land one blow at most.

But the Sage who leads them has his primordial spirit entrusted to the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World, making him immortal and indestructible. If he were to act shamelessly, they would truly be powerless against him.

Upon seeing this, Jieyin sneered inwardly. He was naturally not foolish enough to use the authority of the Heavenly Dao to suppress the true form of Pangu. The experience of Dao Ancestor Hongjun was still vivid in his mind.

However, the evolution of the ancestral witch into the true form of Pangu was not without cost. Fortunately, the saint is immortal and this journey was in accordance with the will of Heaven. Even if he were to perish two or three times, it would not be a big deal.

"Hmph, let's strike him first, then we'll talk about the rest!"

The ancestral witches spoke coldly, and Pangu's true form roared. The heaven-opening axe in his hand flashed with mysterious light, about to strike the Jieyin Station in front of him!
Jieyin sneered inwardly at this, not even bothering to use his spiritual treasure, looking like he was going to play the rogue to the very end!

Oh oh oh!
At that moment, the entire primordial sky suddenly darkened completely, and at the same time, endless blood rain fell, causing Jieyin's expression to freeze for a moment.

He has perished?

No, that Heaven-Opening Axe hasn't even landed yet, how could he have perished?

"not good!"

Just then, Jieyin seemed to sense something and suddenly let out a strange cry of disbelief.

The next moment, he didn't even bother to stop the ancestral witch in front of him. With a swift movement, he disappeared from the spot.

"Has a saint fallen?"

The Ancestral Witches were also taken aback. Although they were not afraid of the Heavenly Dao Saint, who else in the prehistoric world could cause the Heavenly Dao Saint to perish, besides themselves?

"Could it be?"

Just then, the Ancestral Witches seemed to realize something, and a look of shock appeared on their faces. Houtu, the Ancestral Witch who had mastered the Great Dao of Earth, also sensed the fluctuations of the Initial Reincarnation Land. Her gentle expression changed, and she took the lead in plunging into the boundless sea of ​​blood. Seeing this, the other Ancestral Witches quickly followed, with Houtu leading the way and the others following behind. They all arrived at the placenta of the sea of ​​blood and rushed towards the Initial Reincarnation Land deep within the ninety-nine layers of the Netherworld through the huge crack.

Only the Styx Ancestor had a complicated expression. Although he was known as the Blood Sea that would never dry up and the Styx River that would never perish.

However, it seems that none of the beings who have come to the Boundless Blood Sea this time are ones he can afford to offend.

At this moment, with the fall of Zhunti, blood rained down from the sky, and the entire prehistoric world was also thoroughly shaken.

"What? Zhunti has perished?"

In the Shouyang Mountains, Taiqing Laozi, who had attained enlightenment and become a sage of the Heavenly Dao, suddenly opened his eyes as if sensing something. His face, which was neither sad nor happy, couldn't help but show a hint of shock.

The saying "Below the sage, all are ants" is not just a saying.

In the primordial world, Heavenly Saints wielded the authority of the Heavenly Dao, empowering the power of heaven and earth. Even Primordial Golden Immortals were suppressed. Yet now, a Heavenly Saint has fallen and bled—this is simply unbelievable.

"Hmph, the two Western Saints have no supreme treasures. Among the six Heavenly Saints, their strength is at the bottom. Even if they perish, it doesn't prove anything!"

But soon, Taiqing Laozi snorted coldly. He naturally had his confidence. As one of the Three Pure Ones of Pangu, he had just become a saint and already possessed the strength of the second level of Hunyuan. With the blessing of the Heavenly Dao authority, he was even capable of unleashing the strength of the third level of Hunyuan. Moreover, he had two supreme treasures in his hands. When he summoned the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda, he was invincible. Even if Zhunti perished and bled, it would be nothing to him.

Moreover, there is competition between the East and the West. Seeing Zhunti fall and shed blood, he felt somewhat disgusted for him. A dignified saint actually fell and shed blood in the prehistoric world. It was truly a disgrace to a saint!
"Zhunti has fallen?"

In the Kunlun Mountains, Yuanshi Tianzun held the Pangu Banner, which manifested as endless blades that could create the heavens. Among the Three Pure Ones, he was the most arrogant. At this moment, he was somewhat surprised by the fall of Zhunti.

But soon, his expression returned to its usual indifference, clearly indicating that he shared the same thoughts as the Sage of Taiqing: even if Zhunti perished, it would prove nothing at all.

"interesting!"

In the Nuwa Palace, Nuwa, with a human body and a snake tail, lay languidly on a cloud bed, playing with a spiritual pearl in her hand. The Great Dao of Creation around her formed a divine wheel of creation, highlighting her dignified and exquisite beauty to the extreme.

Her gaze seemed to pierce through immeasurable distance, reaching the bottom of the boundless sea of ​​blood. After sensing the fall and bloodshed of Zhunti, a smile appeared on her exquisite face.

"A sage has fallen?"

"The Dao Ancestor once said, 'Below the level of a sage, all are ants. In the primordial world, who can cause a sage to perish?'"

"This"

Not only the Six Sages of Heaven, but also many powerful beings in the prehistoric world, even quasi-sages, were utterly shocked by the sight of the sages' fall.

To be able to kill a Heavenly Saint while having the home advantage is terrifying and astonishing.

If they remember correctly, there seemed to be a Primordial Golden Immortal who had attained enlightenment in the boundless sea of ​​blood. Could it be that this being was the one who killed the Heavenly Saint?
In an instant, the entire prehistoric world was completely shaken.

Meanwhile, beneath the boundless sea of ​​blood lies the initial land of reincarnation.

hum!
Amidst the endless white light of the Heavenly Dao, Zhunti's expression was somewhat gloomy as his figure slowly evolved and resurrected.

A sage's primordial spirit is entrusted to the primordial Heavenly Dao. Even if he perishes, he can be resurrected. However, the pain of being killed and the great terror between life and death are real. Moreover, the resurrection of a sage is not without cost. The amount of Heavenly Dao origin required to condense a sage's body is enormous. In other words, he owes the Heavenly Dao even more merit. Furthermore, if he is resurrected too many times in a short period of time, the probability of being eroded and assimilated by the power of the Heavenly Dao and becoming a puppet of the Heavenly Dao also increases significantly.

"did not expect"

Zhunti, who had just been resurrected, looked at Xuantian in front of him and was about to speak when an unimaginably terrifying purple blade of light slashed down at him again.

"Again?"

Sensing the murderous intent contained in the purple aura, Zhunti's expression changed. With his current strength, he was no match for Xuantian, and he was equally unable to withstand such a terrifying attack.

clang!
Just as Zhunti was about to be killed again, a divine pestle, imbued with an extremely dense power of heavenly authority, suddenly appeared in front of Zhunti.

With a crisp sound, although the object was being struck and making a buzzing noise, it actually managed to block the attack. At the same time, the figure of Jieyin, who was six zhang tall and had a bitter expression on his face, had already materialized.

"Misfortune and fortune have no fixed gate; they are summoned by oneself. My fellow Daoist, you are attached to appearances!"

In the calm voice, the power of the Heavenly Dao, far surpassing that of Zhunti before, crashed down on Xuantian. In an instant, even with the Creation Cauldron above his head, Xuantian felt as if he were in a quagmire. Moreover, the power of the Great Dao Laws, which he could barely call upon with the help of the Great Dao of Power before, seemed to be impossible to use at all at this moment. Not only the power of the Great Dao Laws, but the circulation of his internal mana also became obscure. The Creation Cauldron above his head had already transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into his primordial spirit.

Clearly, Jieyin's strength far surpasses that of Zhunti, and the Heavenly Dao authority he can draw upon is also far greater.

Under such terrifying power of the Heavenly Dao, the power of the Great Dao of Strength that can be used to resist and counteract the power of the Heavenly Dao is already negligible.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that he has not yet condensed the Dao Fruit of Power and proved the Great Dao of Power to become a Primordial Golden Immortal.

boom!
Just as Xuan Tian's magical power, and even the laws of the Great Dao, were completely imprisoned, an even more terrifying saintly dharma image, radiating brilliant golden light, emerged from behind Jieyin.

Immediately, its enormous hand, carrying unimaginable and terrifying power, slammed down fiercely towards Xuan Tian below.

(End of this chapter)