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By chance, Kunpeng traveled to the ancient times at the beginning of the Long Han Dynasty. At this time, there was still Yuan Hui before Hongjun became a saint. Thinking of his poor and unlucky career as a demon master in the future, Kunpeng felt that he could not sit still and wait for death. Since he has top-notch heels but no treasures to accompany him, it is better to turn his attention to the sea of ​​blood in the underworld. He decisively went to the Sea of ​​Blood, and while the Styx was still unconscious, he forcibly swallowed it and occupied the magpie's nest. Since then, there has been one less Ancestor of the Minghe River and one more Overlord of the Northern Ming Dynasty. In order to accumulate strength, he was not in a hurry to become famous. On the surface, he went to heaven and created the demon script, seemingly working hard for the demon clan, but in fact, he used this to set up a backdoor in the demon script to harvest the souls of all demons. Secretly, he created Shura, gathered evil spirits, and turned the 480 million Blood God Sons into countless swimming fish, lurking in every river and lake in the ancient wilderness, gathering the destiny of heaven and earth. When the tribulation begins, all the saints' plans will finally come true. I saw that Kunpeng suddenly transformed, with his feet on the North Ming Dynasty, his back leaning on the sea of ​​blood, and his hand holding the reincarnation of the tunnel: "Kunpeng, a poor man, should be the master of the tunnel and the master of all spirits!"

Travel through the ancient times and become Xuandu, the first disciple of the Human Cult. With the support of Taiqing Saint and exclusive access to the luck of human education, you can increase your cultivation even while sleeping! He wanted to be a quiet salted fish, but when the human race suffered, Xuandu could only go down the mountain in tears. Before leaving, Xuandu hugged my thigh and said, "Master, it's too dangerous outside. There are no Tai Chi diagrams or Xuanhuang Pagodas to defend yourself. This disciple is panicking!" Lao Tzu: "..." ... At this point, Honghuang's painting style completely changed. Others fight for magical powers, while Xuandu fights for family wealth. The two armies faced each other, and Xuandu first ate a meal of innate spiritual fruit to replenish his mana. Then he sacrificed the sky full of spiritual treasures and formed a long river of treasures to wash down. The Taoist priest from the West originally wanted to save a destined person, but he was blinded by the golden elixir rain that Xuandu casually scattered. Not only did he forget to save him, he couldn't help but bend down to pick up beans on the ground. The image of the saint was shattered on the ground. The demon master Kunpeng relied on his extreme speed to make a sneak attack, but he ran into the innate treasure defense net that Xuandu had laid out casually. His head was bruised and bleeding, and two precious feathers were even cut out to make a fan. Xuandu put away the trophies with disgust on his face: "Is this the Great Master? They are all so poor that they are not worth as much as the bell hanging on my green bull!" All the powerful people held their heads together and cried: "Stop scolding, stop scolding, let's get out of here!"