The God-Tier Tyrant of Primordial Fantasy

Haha, these two books, Chen Dong's Perfection and Shade the Sky, both draw on mythology. When did it become fantasy? It's really funny to belittle the ancient mythology. Look at whether the characters in Zhetian look like those in Honghuang, and also the awesomeness that Perfect Shi Hao boasts about. Even my closest relatives and loved ones cannot be resurrected. That's awesome. I don't brag about prehistoric times, but I can't stand the difference between perfect and overwhelming

It is said that people with low combat experience in the ancient world can gain strength in dreams. The innate spiritual energy absorbed by the ancient world and fantasy are all acquired. According to the sun of the ancient world, one sun is equal to the area of ​​trillions of suns in the real world. Why are people in the ancient world slow in cultivation? Do you think they are all idiots? No one creates their own physique? No one knows how to do the exercises? The reason is that the cultivation system of Prehistoric is quite powerful. You see, it only took a few million years for people to become the Immortal Emperor. Others in Prehistoric have only hundreds of Yuanhui. According to the fantasy characters, it means that they have been cultivating for thirty years and lost the way of heaven? Before the prehistoric Heavenly Way was formed, things that could harm the Heavenly Way were not allowed. After it was formed, why do you think that the Heavenly Way cannot practice exercises? The Heavenly Way is equal to the projection of the three thousand avenues, and all three thousand laws will be used. Under the Prehistoric Avenue is the Heavenly Way, and after nothingness is Chaos, Chaos breeds the Laws. After the Laws, there is the unformed Hongmeng, and after the Prehistoric Way.

The combat power of the prehistoric system is not as high as that of Perfect Zhetian. Almost all the prehistoric systems are in retreat. And which emperor in Perfect Zhetian is not the enemy of the whole world and then grows up? In terms of combat experience, Perfect Zhetian can defeat prehistoric people.

In Chapter 68, the protagonist thinks that other people in the chat are fools. He pretends to be Taiyuan, but he can't even be a sister-in-law. He also asks people that the protagonist thinks that other people are mentally retarded, but in fact he is the mentally retarded person.

Prehistoric and fantasy cover the sky perfectly, level and combat power, great emperor/supreme = saint's combat power, Hongchengxian/true immortal=hedao saint, immortal king=heavenly way, immortal emperor=dao! Anyway, I think it's Jiang Zi! After all, The Great Desolation is just a fairy tale fan novel! That's all the fighting power!

As soon as I saw the introduction of the old paper!?! Lese! Just brag and belittle Honghuang! These authors are all old cows who are so awesome.

During the Shang Dynasty, people were called emperors, not emperors.

The Immortal Emperor who had been blowing the perfect cover all day long was finished by a drop of black blood. Is the Supreme Bone Desolate Ancient Holy Body very powerful? The human race in the prehistoric times all have innate Taoist bodies, and Emperor Xin is not called King Zhou, but is called the Human Emperor. The human race has great luck. Fantasy talks about going against the heavens all day long. If you go to the ancient times and say that you are against the will of Heaven, I will kill you. There are not many people in the ancient world who have a lifespan of hundreds of thousands of years. A human immortal has a lifespan that is basically immortal. Which is more powerful, two or three years of fantasy cultivation, decades of cultivation, or millions of years of cultivation? What else are you saying about the Immortal Emperor = the Immortal Emperor of Heavenly Dao is very powerful? There is no immortal life yet Perfect = Above the Great Desolate Heaven = Chaos I laughed at Chaos. The three thousand demon gods were all about the same half-step avenue. Pangu was hacked to death by the Half-step Avenue and turned into the nourishment of the prehistoric world. What's more, Hongmeng broke through the chaos and emerged.

My name is King Zhou of Shang, I am a mortal, and a saint is chasing me behind me, but I am not panic at all because his horse is not as fast as mine.

What bothers me the most is these blinding blows, perfect blowing