Chapter 31: The gathering of the strong (2), the Jade Plate of Creation

The prehistoric world, the earthly realm, and the infinite mountains.

On the top of Hunyuan Mountain.

Mo Li watched the purple light fall from the nine heavens, cutting through the void like a meteor, falling towards the earthly realm, and a strange color flashed through his eyes.

"Her old Taoist Hongjun, has he indeed died?"

Mo Li looked deeply at the place where the purple light fell, then moved his eyes away from there, then turned to the nine heavens, muttering to himself.

After thinking about it, Mo Li withdrew his gaze and fell into the earthly realm again.

At this time, strong people set out to go in the Earth Immortal Realm and other interfaces. Among the strong people who set out, they are basically quasi-saints or above, and there are many half-step Hunyuan, such as the ancestor dragon and the ancestor Feng Shiqilin.

There is also the existence of the Seven Nights Demon Lord Hunyuan Realm at this time. If he does not have the strength of a quasi-saint or above, and if he is close to it, under such an impact, he will probably not be able to leave any debris in the Daluo Golden Immortal, let alone the cultivators under Daluo.

"The gathering of strong people is something that has never happened in the prehistoric world for many years..."

Mo Li looked at the powerful people who set off and headed to the place where the purple light fell, and chuckled.

After saying that, Mo Li flashed and disappeared on the top of Hunyuan Mountain.

At the same time, Wanshou Mountain.

In the Five Purple Views.

Zhen Yuanzi looked at the place where the purple light fell, and his face looked calm, which was elusive.

After a long time, Zhen Yuanzi nodded slightly and said, "Since the teacher is coming, the disciple will not go..."

Zhen Yuanzi received the message Mo Li gave him and replied immediately.

After saying that, with a wave of his hand, a picture of a land of tens of thousands of miles in the land where the purple light fell.

Although he doesn't go, he can watch it at any time.

At this time, outside the East China Sea, on Penglai Fairy Island.

Xuanyuan took his eyes back from the place where purple light fell, and a smile appeared on his calm face, then turned around and said to Suiren and others, "Let's go!"

Upon hearing this, Suiren looked at him with a puzzled look and asked, "That purple light is an extraordinary thing. Wouldn't my human race take action?"

Since it is such an extraordinary thing, Suiren feels that it is necessary for the human race to fight for one or two. If it can succeed, the human race's strength may be improved again.

When Xuanyuan heard this, he smiled and said, "The Holy Master has gone, so my human race doesn't have to interfere..."

After saying that, he walked towards Penglai Pavilion by himself.

When Suiren heard this, he looked at Youchao, Fuxi and others, nodded slightly, and followed.

Since a saint has taken action, it will be less different from whether the human race goes or not.

Moreover, since Xuanyuan said he could not go, it would be better if he didn't go. They did not doubt Xuanyuan's decision at all, because with his cultivation and identity, they knew more than them.

After everyone returned to the hall, they found that Xuanyuan had condensed the picture of the purple light falling in front of them, so that they could watch the progress of the matter.

After Suiren and others looked at each other, they sat cross-legged around Xuanyuan and looked carefully.

At the same time, the six realms of reincarnation are in the underworld.

In the Palace of Pingxin.

Houtu looked in the direction of Hunyuan Palace, and the light flashed in his beautiful eyes. After a few breaths, he murmured, "Since Brother Mo went there in person, the witch clan will no longer interfere..."

After saying that, she waved her bare hands and endless laws condensed, gradually outlining a picture, which was the place where purple light fell before.

Looking at the picture in front of him, a condensation flashed across Houtu's face.

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The prehistoric world, the deep area.

Somewhere near the barren mountain range.

This place is very far away from the place where monks in the Earth Immortal Realm walk. Even in the realm of Daluo Golden Immortal, if you don’t have more than a hundred years, you will never be able to come from the place where you often walk to the depths of the Earth Immortal Realm.

However, those who came in person were basically quasi-saints or above. In just a few decades, they were already one trillion miles away from the land where the purple light fell.

As for those cultivators with higher cultivation levels below the quasi-saint level, they were still rushing to arrive. Some of them had higher cultivation levels and faster speeds, but they did not dare to get too close to this place at this time.

After all, in a place trillions of miles away, it is at least the place where the quasi-saint stands. When these monks with cultivation level under the quasi-saint go up, they are seeking death. With their wisdom, they can naturally distinguish the power of it.

And at this time, it is trillions of miles away.

Although this place is ordinary and deserted, the people standing here are all famous existences in the prehistoric world.

The patriarchs of the three ancient tribes, the ancestor dragon, the ancestor phoenix and the beginning qilin.

There are also the new Seven Nights Demon Lord in the Hunyuan Realm, and a group of quasi-saint masters, including old quasi-saints and new quasi-saints, but without exception, they are at least at mid-stage or above.

Because at this time, the quasi-saints are all seeking death here, and they dare not say that they can escape unstoppable in the middle, and most of them are here to see.

After all, there are still experts who have not arrived at this time. It will be beautiful until all the experts arrive.

Zulong's eyes glanced at these rising stars, and only stayed for an extra breath when it fell on the Qiye Demon Lord.

For him, these people are all rising stars, even the Seven Night Demon Lord, whose cultivation is above him, is the same.

After a while, Zulong looked at Zu Feng and Shi Qilin and smiled, "The two have returned safely. Lao Long has not yet congratulated him. This time, I will congratulate the two fellow Taoists on their return..."

Upon hearing this, a strange color flashed in Zu Feng's eyes and he smiled, "You polite Zu Long, I want to congratulate you too. With you, the dragon clan has become stronger and stronger..."

Hearing this, Shi Qilin also smiled and said, "The Ancestral Dragon is capable of being able to do things in the sky. Not only does it return early, but it also elevates the dragon clan to this point. It is really gratifying..."

When Zulong heard this, his eyes flashed with light and said with a smile, "Little Doyle, it's not worth mentioning..."

After saying that, he stopped talking and his eyes fell into the mountains trillions of miles away.

Seeing this, Zu Feng and Shi Qilin looked at each other, but did not speak again, and their eyes turned away.

And in the distance, the Seven Nights Demon Lord looked at the ancient tribe leader at this time, and the demonic energy surged in his deep eyes, as if endless darkness condensed here.

He glanced at the three of them deeply, not knowing what he was thinking.

"call out!"

At this moment, a sound of breaking through the sky came from the sky, and in just one breath, it had arrived, attracting all the strong people here to look at each other.

A red light flashed by, and then a middle-aged man in a blood-colored robe appeared in the void and then slowly fell down.

As soon as he stepped down, more than a hundred quasi-saints here suddenly felt a strong blood-evil aura invading, with a huge murderous intent and sharp sword intent, constantly emitting.

"Ancestor of the Styx!"

After the quasi-saint, a sharp-eyed strong man had already recognized the identity of the Ancestor of the Styx.

Upon hearing this, the other quasi-saint masters showed shock on their faces. When they looked at the blood-colored figure, they showed a deep look of fear in their eyes, for fear that they would accidentally mess with him.

This is a ruthless man, who practices killing and swordsmanship. If he gets into trouble, he will have to die.

The sword intent wandered in the eyes of the Patriarch of the Styx, and his murderous aura was storming. After a cold glance, he found a convenient location here and waited quietly.

With his arrival, Zulong and three other tribe leaders looked at him with fear.

This is not only a fear of his cultivation, but also a fear of his methods. Fortunately, there is no conflict between the two sides for the time being, so there is no need to be afraid of anything.

In addition to them, even the Seven Night Demon Lord, whose cultivation is above the Ancestor of the Styx, his eyes narrowed slightly at this time, and a color flashed through his eyes.

In vain, another voice came slowly.

"The Jade Plate of Creation?!"

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