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Chapter 560 Fifty thousand years old, the wrath of the primordial god

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    "I dare not have extravagant hopes, but listen to the arrangement of the saint."

    Huang Zuntian said in a deep voice, then lowered his head.

    The leader of Tianjue stared at Huang Zuntian, but did not speak.

    The hall fell into silence.

    For a long time.

    The leader of Tianjue said quietly: "Huang Zuntian, do you want to become a saint?"

    Huang Zuntian's eyelids twitched wildly, and said: "Naturally, but I want to protect Jiejiao more. Without Jiejiao, I would not be where I am today."

    The leader of Tianjue said: "All the luck sects will compete for the new sage seat. Only you are the most qualified for my sect. I will pave the way for you. What you have to do is to strengthen the sect and increase the luck of the sect."

    Huang Zuntian frowned and asked, "Where is Jing Tiangong?"

    The leader of Tianjue snorted: "He has already rebelled, and his heart follows the Lord of Darkness, otherwise why would he pass on to you?"

    Huang Zuntian was silent.

    "That's it for this matter. In ten thousand years, I want to intercept more than 100 million disciples, and the number of divine realms will exceed 500!" the leader of Tianjue snorted.

    Huang Zuntian cursed secretly, what a lion opened his mouth.

    The divine realm is not so easy to cultivate!

    However, facing the saint, Huang Zuntian dared not say a word.

    After leaving the saint dojo, Huang Zuntian flew down to the thirty-third heaven, and he couldn't help but think of the hidden door.

    well.

    When will the master summon me back?

    The hidden door is already so strong, why do you want me to stay dormant?

    Could it be that he has greater ambitions?

    Huang Zuntian didn't dare to continue to think about it, and if he continued to think about it, he might be noticed by the saint.

    Forget about it!

    The years are long.

    More than eight hundred years have passed.

    [It is detected that you have reached 50,000 years old, and you have taken another step forward in life, you have the following options]

    [One, leave the customs immediately and control the way of heaven alone, you can get a supernatural power inheritance, a fragment of the avenue, and a treasure]

    [Second, low-key cultivation, the pursuit of transcending the way of heaven, you can get a fragment of the avenue and a quasi-holy dojo guard]

    Han Jue opened his eyes and smiled.

    finally come!

    Han Jue chose the second option directly.

    [You choose to cultivate in a low-key manner, pursue transcending the way of heaven, and obtain a fragment of the avenue and a quasi-holy-level dojo guard]

    Han Jue's avenue fragments were finally full, reaching nine pieces.

    The quasi-holy dojo guards are also very good.

    This time, Han Jue intends to copy the Holy Patriarch of Sanqing.

    The Holy Patriarch of the Sanqing has already taken refuge in him, and there is his data in the simulated trial, so there is no problem in choosing him.

    [Start copying Dojo guards]

    Han Jue took out nine avenue fragments and fused them together.

    Han Jue had already made plans for the new Dao perception.

    He wants to create a Dao supernatural power that can fully integrate Taiyi's free dharma.

    After the fusion of the nine fragments of the avenue, a strong light burst out, submerging Han Jue's figure, and he followed into the perception of the avenue

    Fairyland, an island.

    A white-haired boy sat meditating on the top of the mountain, facing the east sun, surrounded by strong winds that were visible to the naked eye.

    It is the sky.

    A beam of brilliance descended from the sky and landed in front of the sky.

    Tian opened one eye and saw an old Taoist with white hair and youthful face appearing.

    The old Taoist smiled and said: "God, if you want to practice, you have to ask, why don't you ask me to be your teacher?"

    Tian replied: "I already have a full name, named Yitian, as for apprenticeship, I don't need it."

    Forgotten?

    The old Taoist thought about it for a while, but he didn't understand the meaning of the name.

    "If you don't learn from a teacher, you can only cultivate with instinct. When will you be able to walk out of the boundless ocean?"

    "Who said I cultivated by instinct?"

    Yi Tian showed disdain.

    Without waiting for the old Taoist to continue asking, Yitian said impatiently: "Leave quickly, if you come again, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

    The old Taoist frowned and said, "Why are you so stubborn, baby?"

    Yi Tian stood up abruptly, his face quickly became ferocious, his white hair stretched out and turned into thousands of poisonous snakes, his emaciated body began to bulge his muscles, his momentum suddenly changed, the soaring evil spirit caused the sky to change, thunder clouds suddenly gathered  .

    The old Taoist was moved and disappeared immediately in fright.

    Yitian's face softened, and then changed back to its original appearance, looking harmless to humans and animals.

    This is no longer??The first big monk who was chased away by him.

    He is so annoying, why do people always come to accept him as a disciple?

    He was born with the method of cultivation and supernatural powers, so he didn't need a teacher at all!

    Thousands of years have passed since his birth, and his cultivation has reached Rank Nine Immortal Emperor, and hundreds of islands around him have surrendered to him.

    He enjoys this kind of life very much, and doesn't want to leave this vast ocean.

    At this time, a giant three-headed eagle flew over and landed in front of him, saying respectfully: "My lord, there is a man floating in the sea from the north. He has a strong breath and is unconscious. Our men can't bite him at all.  .¡±

    Hearing this, Yi Tian became interested, so he jumped up and flew over to check.

    Tens of thousands of miles away, there are countless birds hovering on the ocean, and there are still many unformed marine creatures jumping out of the sea.

    In the center of them was a bloody man floating.

    It was Han Tuo.

    Han Tuo was seriously injured, and bones could be seen at the joints.

    Yi Tian rushed over quickly, frightening the surrounding creatures to run away.

    His eyes fell on Han Tuo, and his brows were slightly frowned.

    For some reason, Han Tuo's breath made him inexplicably close.

    He felt a sense of wonder at meeting his own kind.

    He raised his hand, and Han Tuo broke away from the sea and landed on his hand.

    He hugged Han Tuo, turned and left, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye

    Baiyue Xianchuan, inside the Taoist temple.

    Han Jue opened his eyes suddenly, the eyes were full of brilliance, and his momentum was overwhelming.

    "This supernatural power is called Primordial God's Fury. It combines the power of many demon gods and integrates them to form the most powerful supernatural power, which can destroy the enemy with one blow!"

    Han Jue muttered to himself, and a line of words appeared before his eyes:

    ¡¾Congratulations on your creation of the Great Dao Supernatural Power¡ª¡ªHongmeng God's Wrath¡¿

    Han Jue called up the attribute list to check, and it turned out that forty-nine years had passed.

    Seven seven forty-nine, in the dark, seven has its own definite number.

    Han Jue began to simulate the trial, trying out the wrath of the Primordial God.

    Hit Li Muyi, instant kill!

    Call to the west, kill in seconds!

    Hit Antarctic Tianzun, instant kill!

    Saint of death machine, instant kill!

    Can't beat Tianzun, there is no instant kill, but Han is no longer passive, but has the upper hand.

    Han Jue challenged Patriarch Xitian.

    Hongmeng's anger did not cause any harm to Patriarch Xitian's scraping.

    In the simulated trials, Han became more and more proficient in using the Primordial God's Fury.

    In the realm of saints, no one can stand the wrath of Primordial God!

    Even if he is a sage of the Dao of Heaven, Primordial Divine Wrath can cut off the luck of the Dao of Heaven with one blow and send him to death!

    Han Jue was very satisfied.

    During this period of time, the dojo guards have been copied successfully, and they are staying in the corner of the Taoist temple, waiting for Han Jue's orders.

    "From now on, your name is Cao Cao, go outside to practice."

    Han Jue said.

    Cao Cao immediately saluted and left respectfully.

    Han Jue's Three Kingdoms Army once again expanded by a general.

    He was in a happy mood and called up the email to check.

    Soon, his brows were wrinkled, just because of an email:

    ¡¾Your son Han Tuo was attacked by the dark sage and was seriously injured¡¿

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