Hong Huang: The Opening Guide Hongjun Preaching

Chapter 1 Tianlong Mountain, Holy Dragon Temple!

Endless chaos, a corner of the wild.

Tianlong Mountain.

Shenglong Temple.

“Prince Azure Dragon, now the dragon clan has suffered a crushing defeat, the holy dragon has fallen, and the dragon clan is gone. It is not that I am waiting for the generals of the world to be ruthless and unjust. It is… you, take care!”

“Prince Azure Dragon, old turtle, I am old and deaf and dizzy. I may not be able to perform the position of prime minister.”

“Prince Azure Dragon, listening to the advice of an old official, the dragons have been defeated in the whole world, and the Dragon King of the whole world has passed away with the ancestral dragon emperor. It is meaningless for you to guard this holy dragon temple.”

“Azure Dragon Prince, there will be a period later, goodbye!”

“…”

In front of the gate of Shenglong Shrine, a young man wearing Azure Dragon robe looked calm as he watched the dragon Elder and the remnants of the dragon who were leaving.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Shenglong Temple was empty.

Xiao Feng rustled, the dead leaves in front of the Shenglong Temple waved, sorrowful and desolate.

With the end of the Dragon and Han calamity, the first batch of prehistoric overlords after Pangu opened up the world, the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin tribes, have faded out of the historical stage of contending for hegemony.

There are only a handful of surviving creatures of all races.

This Tianlong Mountain Shenglong Temple is located in the central area of ​​the coast of the four seas, and is the ancestor of the dragons in the four seas.

Back then, the Ancestral Dragon desperately integrated a trace of Ancestral Dragon energy and blood into this Tianlong Mountain before the last trace of the remnant soul was destroyed, protecting the remnants of the dragon clan for tens of thousands of years.

And Zhou Yuan and the remnants of the Dragon Clan also hid here for 100,000 years.

But after all, the ancestral dragon has fallen, and the ancestral dragon’s energy and blood will weaken year by year.

A hundred thousand years have passed like a white horse, and seeing the last trace of guardianship of this holy dragon temple, it is about to be shattered.

The remnants of this group of dragons decided to leave the holy dragon shrine to find a way to survive.

“These old guys are finally gone.” Zhou Yuan walked under a Spiritual Roots, took off a spirit fruit with skill, and took a bite with a light smile on his face.

“If you don’t go anymore, the Spiritual Roots of Tianlong Mountain will all be plucked by you!”

And this young man named Zhou Yuan, the Azure Dragon prince among the population, is not a person from this world.

One hundred thousand years ago, Zhou Yuan traveled from a world with modern civilization to this prehistoric fantasy world.

Became the son of Donghai Dragon King Guang Azure Dragon.

At that time, it coincided with the dragon and the man’s calamity.

When Zhou Yuan learned that the identity he had passed through was an Azure Dragon in the mysterious fairyland, he really wanted to die.

In this prehistoric early stage where the golden fairy is inferior to the dog, and the big Luo walks all over the place, a small Azure Dragon is like an inconspicuous earthworm in the cracks of a brick. If you are not careful, you will be trampled to death.

It is worth mentioning that in this prehistoric world, the Cultivation Base levels are: Earth Immortals, True Immortals, Celestial Immortals, Xuan Xian, Tai Qing Xuan Xian, Jin Xian, Tai Yi Jin Xian, Da Luo Jin Xian, Zhun Sheng, Sage, Heavenly Dao , Avenue. (Each first-level is divided into four levels: elementary, intermediate, peak, and perfection.)

Although he is the Dragon Prince of the East China Sea and has the pure blood of the dragon clan, he is born in troubled times and is precarious.

Fortunately, Zhou Yuan awakened the system when he crossed over one hundred thousand years ago.

“System, a hundred thousand years have passed, you should have appeared too!” Zhou Yuan glanced at the empty ancestral hall, his eyes flashing with high expectations.

Zhou Yuan’s awakening system was called the “God-Level Selection System”.

It stands to reason that after a hundred thousand years, the system should have been useless.

Unexpectedly, after the system appeared that year, a reminder was left: The system will not be really turned on until after the Dragon’s Tribulation is completely over.

Because of this, Zhou Yuan has been in this Shenglong Temple for 100,000 years.

“Ding!”

“The system has detected the current environment, and the dragon and hand count has ended, please choose.”

really! The system has appeared!

Does this start to choose? Zhou Yuanqiang endured the excitement in his heart, pricked his ears and listened carefully.

“One: Get out of the wild, feel the changes in the world, and reap the great fortune of the wild!”

“Two: Stay in the current dojo to pick fairy grass spirit fruits, cultivate for 100,000 years, and harvest Houtian spirit treasures*1!”

Worthy of being a god-level selection system!

As soon as he appeared, he threw such a king bomb!

Hundreds of luck?

Houtian Lingbao?

Does he still have to think about it? !

The great luck, how many great people are jealous.

In the prehistoric world, there is a saying: “Those who gain luck will win the world!”

Before the dragon and the Han weighed the calamity, almost all of the great luck was in the hands of the Dragon, Feng, and Qilin tribes.

The stronger a race, the stronger its luck.

Thought of this.

Zhou Yuan didn’t hesitate, his figure flickered, and he disappeared in the Shenglong Temple.

However, just stepped out of Tianlong Mountain.

The scene in front of him instantly frightened Zhou Yuan!

Looking at the wild continent, there is a sea of ​​blood.

The sky is endless, the fire glows in the sky, and the world is like purgatory.

This is the consequence of Longhan’s calamity.

In the direction of Sumeru Mountain in the west, a black figure hovered around with four Killing Intent swords.

According to Zhou Yuan’s understanding of Hong Huang, this shadow should be the demon ancestor Luo Hu, and the four demon swords floating around him must be Hong Huang’s prestigious four swords of Zhu Xian!

“This is… not good! Luo Hui is practicing the’Zhu Xian Sword Array’ with the Killing Intent of Heaven and Earth!” Zhou Yuan frowned.

suddenly.

Four swords are sent together, the world is shaken!

boom!

A terrifying evil spirit, like an overwhelming mountain, swept across the entire prehistoric madness.

“Fuck!”

Zhou Yuan’s scalp is numb, and his heart beats wildly!

The powerful blood evil spirit seemed to swallow Zhou Yuan’s whole person.

Zhou Yuan’s eyes were bloodshot, his face was pale, cold sweat broke out, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Without losing his will completely, Zhou Yuan turned around and ran away to Tianlong Mountain!

As soon as he ran into the Tianlongshan Taoist Temple, the strong evil spirit behind him was immediately reduced by more than half.

Zhou Yuan gasped in shock, “Slot! The system is forced! Call…it’s a pit, a pit of labor and capital!”

I also blame myself for being careless.

Being stunned by the system’s luck rewards, dazzled his head.

too frightening!

The outside world is simply not something a little Xuanxian can set foot on.

In the next time.

The demon clan headed by the demon ancestor Luo Hu, relying on the Zhuxian sword formation, slaughtered the Quartet and frightened hundreds of millions of creatures!

On the other side, Heavenly Dao spokesperson Hongjun Daoist is also secretly making arrangements.

The entire prehistoric land has officially entered a period of struggle between Dao and Demon.

On the other hand, Zhou Yuan, after a thrilling escape, never dared to take a step out of Tianlong Mountain easily.

Hiding in the Minor World side of the Holy Dragon Temple, secretly observing every move of the outside world.

Tens of thousands of years passed in a flash.

“Ding!”

“The system detects the dojo where the host is located. The Ancestral Dragon’s energy and blood are about to be exhausted, and the guardian of Tianlong Mountain is about to disappear! Please choose.”

“One: Go to the Thirty-six Heavens Away Zixiao Palace, confide Luohu’s layout to Hongjun, win the favor of the other party, and seek refuge!”

“Two: Continue to harvest cultivation for one hundred thousand years, and harvest the holy dragon guardian formation!”

nice. To be able to hug Hongjun’s thigh of Zixiao Palace, the Six Primordial Saints will have to respect themselves in the future.

System, I choose to continue picking.

…

One hundred thousand years long, fleeting.

In the prehistoric world, time is the least valuable.

this day.

The vast and endless breath of the holy dragon filled the entire Tianlong Mountain.