I am the ancestor of the ancient people, and at the beginning, I abolished the Holy Mother.

In the depths of chaos, Ye Yang's eyes turned into two laser beams that shot directly into the wilderness.

When he saw the shattered scene of the ancient world, Ye Yang suddenly felt a cry of sadness in his heart.

"It's still broken after all, and the age of the end of the Dharma has finally come, alas..."

Fortunately, humanity has not been affected, and the ancient human race is still alive and well.

It's just a suffering for an authentic saint.

The Yama Hall was originally transformed from the Ancestral Witch Temple and is very solid and indestructible.

At this moment, Empress Pingxin and the authentic saints gathered here.

"Now that the ancient world is broken, what should we do?"

"Yes, now that the ancient world is shattered and the tunnels have collapsed, where should we, the tunnel saints, go?"

Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, Ancestor Minghe, Xingtian, Chiyou, Pingxin, etc.

The melancholy is fleeting at this moment.

"Back then, I heard the ancestors say that after the journey to the west, there will be a calamity of the end of the Dharma. It seems that the prehistoric era has indeed entered the age of the end of the Dharma."

With a sigh, Pingxin stood up and looked in a certain direction.

It was the bitter cold wasteland in the far north, but there was a group of very strong creatures living here.

Wu clan

"Let's go, I'll return to the Witch Clan."

Pingxin turned around suddenly, as if she had made up her mind.

This surprised the true saint.

"What? Return to the Witch Clan? The ancient world is broken, the tunnel collapses, and we are all trapped here, surrounded by shackles. How can we return?"

Chi You was so frightened by Xing Tian that it was natural for him to return to the Wu Clan, but how to go back?

Zhen Yuanzi also started to worry:

"Then what should we do? Hongyun, myself, and Styx are not considered witches."

It has to be said that an authentic saint has the greatest potential.

Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, Ancestor Styx, these are all innate heels, but in fact they are the devil's heels.

There is also Chiyou Xingtian, which is the flowing blood of ancestral witches.

As for Pingxin, let alone it. The incarnation of the ancestral witch has 80% of the essence and blood in his body, and it can be imagined.

However, it was difficult at this moment.

Ping thought for a long time and then said:

"Each of you will leave an external incarnation, and then you will dethrone your holy status and follow the path of transcendence by following the example of the saints of heaven."

Ding

In a word, let the saints break the defense on the spot.

"Is this okay?"

"What's wrong?"

Ping Xin is also willing to risk everything. Now that everyone is in danger, of course they must find their own future.

"I use my great magic power to trace back to the origin and restore the Palace of Hell to the style of the Temple of the Ancestral Witches. In this way, even if we dethrone ourselves as saints, under the suppression of the Temple of the Ancestral Witches, our avatars can still inherit the authentic traditions."

After hearing this, the saints already understood that Ping Xin was ready to risk his life.

At the same time, I understand more clearly that if I don’t leave now, I will have no chance in the future.

Once the final calamity falls, all the saints will not be able to escape.

"Let's go, leave here, follow the footsteps of Houtu Daozu, follow the pace of the human race, and fight against chaos."

A few years later, in the land of reincarnation, endless rain of blood fell.

The authentic saints deposed themselves as authentic saints and severed their respective ties.

The Yama Hall once again reappears the glory of the ancestral witches.

The endless sea of ​​blood also slowly rose into the sky from the ancient wilderness, heading straight towards the chaos.

Led by Pingxin, the saints of the underworld embarked on the road to transcendence.

Seeing this, the Great Primordial Heavenly Dao did not stop him.

As soon as the earthly saints left, his wish was fulfilled.

In such a prehistoric world, there are three realms of heaven, earth, and human beings, and the way of heaven is supreme and unstoppable, which makes it easier for him to evolve the world.

At this point, the entire prehistoric world has completely fallen into the hands of heaven.

It's just that things and people have already changed in the prehistoric era at this moment.

"Why, why, damn it, what's the point of me now that I'm gone?"

In the Zixiao Palace, Yuanshi Tianzun's expression was abnormally distorted.

Seeing everyone leave Honghuang made him feel very unhappy.

"Don't run away if you have the guts. It's a three-hundred-round battle, bastards, you are all bastards——"

On the side of the Heavenly Saint, Yuanshi Tianzun became the Taoist ancestor, and Taiqing Saint deposed himself as a saint and disappeared.

The leader of the Tongtian cult also fell, and the two saints of the West also deposed themselves and wandered into chaos, cutting off all the cause and effect of the prehistoric times.

Only Nuwa's holy throne is still there, but Yuanshi Tianzun is unable to locate Nuwa's position.

"Damn it, Nuwa, just wait for me. One day I will find you, and then I will torture you so hard that you will surrender to me."

All the authentic saints also left at this moment. Unknowingly, Yuanshi Tianzun felt emptiness and loneliness.

Especially from the moment when all the quasi-sages of the human race are heading towards the thirty-three days away.

Except for Yuanshi Tianzun, there is no saint in the entire prehistoric period.

"You are all trash, trash—."

Yuanshi Tianzun's roar came from the depths of Zixiao Palace, and his heart was angry and twisted.

After finally achieving the position of Dao Ancestor, you all ran away one by one, unable to vent the endless resentment and grievance in your heart.

It's simply too much to deceive the saints.

A hundred years after the destruction of the ancient world, the last batch of human quasi-sages also set foot thirty-three days away.

A vast landscape of mountains and rivers floats in chaos.

This is the time when the ancient world was shattered. The sages of the human race used their magic to intercept the broken Kunlun Mountains and transform them into a human dojo.

Provide a place for the weak human race to live in this chaos.

At this moment, in this Kunlun Immortal Palace, there are tens of thousands of human beings who have reached the level of saint, and there are countless quasi-sage powerful people.

It is in response to Ye Yang's words that everyone is transcendent and everyone is a Taoist ancestor.

Xuanyuan and Human King Di Xin have left here and gone deeper into the chaos.

The remaining three emperors of the human race, as well as the remaining four emperors, looked at Honghuang.

There was a sigh in my heart.

"The calamity of the end of the Dharma has come. Before the calamity of immeasurable calamity, there will be no more saints in the ancient human race."

"Let's go. As long as I am still here, when the spiritual energy is revived, it will be the day when the ancient human race rises again."

The sages of the human race led tens of thousands of saints and countless quasi-sages, and they were about to leave the prehistoric area at this moment.

The Immortal Palace was activated, and with the blessing of countless saints, a curtain of light enveloped the entire Kunlun Immortal Palace.

Breaking through the chaos storm and heading straight into the depths.

They understand that they may never come back.

However, it left an opportunity for the orthodoxy. Once the spiritual energy is revived in the future, the prehistoric human race will achieve greater glory.

Rumble.

In the chaos, Kunlun Immortal Palace went straight towards the corpse of the chaotic beast.

There will be the starting point for the prehistoric human race to move towards the world of chaos.

On the other side, in the far north of the wilderness, several figures broke through the chaos and headed straight into the depths.

Pingxin led the saints from the underworld who had dethroned their holy throne, and based on the mark left by the ancestral witch Houtu, they also headed straight for the chaotic beast.

Although the remaining witch tribes are envious, they know that without the soul, everything will be in vain.

However, Ping Xin still left behind the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique. If he is destined, he can also transcend physically.

But this step is even more difficult.

In the depths of chaos, such a terrifying formation certainly could not be hidden from Jie Yin and Zhunti.

Such terrifying mana fluctuations directly woke them up.

"Huh? Are these the three emperors and five emperors of the prehistoric human race?"

"No, there is also Pingxin, what are they doing? Are they trying to escape from the prehistoric times?"

Jieyin Zhunti is no longer a quasi-sage, so how can he know everything about the prehistoric times?

"Senior brother, could it be that something happened in Honghuang? Otherwise, why would they leave Honghuang collectively?"

After thinking about it, he said:

"Junior brother, it seems like something big is happening in Honghuang. How about we leave too and follow them."

"Then let's go."

After being beaten for several calamities, Jieyin Zhunti also understood a truth.

Don't believe in the so-called chance of heaven, and don't believe in the so-called saint's deception, it's all nonsense.

As long as you follow the human race, not to mention getting rich and powerful, at least you won't be cheated.

So it's invisible.

The Great Migration has begun.