Prehistoric: The Ancestor Of Kunpeng

48 The wise man in the demon, Baize Lion demon saint

Speaking of which, this demon saint Kunpeng is also considered to be a general under Emperor Jun, how could he have not heard of the demon master Kunpeng’s name?

Although Kunpeng and Dijun and Taiyi’s battle, although he was not able to watch the battle in person, he had heard of it.

In his opinion, the demon master Kunpeng was originally not showing the mountains and dew water, but Dijun and Taiyi were among the demon race, under the Nuwa Empress, and above the 10,000 people.

But when he heard that the demon master Kunpeng had beaten Taiyi with his own strength, the brothers of Emperor Jun couldn’t raise his head, and he admired the Kunpeng ancestor of the demon clan.

“The disciple would never dare. The disciple didn’t know it was the ancestor Kunpeng’s method of driving here. Otherwise, he would give the disciple a hundred courage, and the disciple would not dare to offend the dignity of the ancestor Kunpeng.”

At this moment, Ji Meng’s blood flowed from the wound, but cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

“I’ll let you go today, right.”

After Xu Qing said this, there was a burst of fresh air gushing out between raising his hands. In a flash, Ji Meng’s figure appeared thousands of miles away.

After Ji Meng left, he has been healing his wounds in his own Immortal Cave. Xu Qing’s shot at him was considered merciful, but he just scrapped one of his arms.

With his Cultivation Base, as long as the soul is not gone, the soul is scattered, and no matter how badly he is injured, he can be restored. Otherwise, relying on the strength of the ancestor Kunpeng, it would not be easy to kill him.

This day, a visitor came to the scheming Immortal Cave. The monster was like a lion, with two big horns on its head, plus the goatee, which looked very nondescript.

“Brother Baize Lion, what brought you here today?”

Ji Meng said while healed.

“But Baize Lion, you didn’t come at the right time today.”

Baize Lion is also one of the top ten demon saints among the monsters. In terms of combat effectiveness, Baize Lion’s strength is not as good as Ji Meng, but Ji Meng admires himself as an old Dage.

Because Baize Lion’s seniority is extremely high among the monsters, and it is still higher than Donghuang Taiyi and Dijun, so even if they meet Baize Lion, they will respect Baize Lion by three points.

Moreover, Baize Lion has a very high IQ, and he is known as the wise man among the monsters, able to understand the past and the future. This is the main reason why Ji Meng admires Baize Lion.

I saw Baize Lion lower his head in thought, then pinched his fingers and said: “Brother Ji Meng, you are capable. There are not many people who can hurt you in the world today.”

Hearing this, Ji Meng also sighed, and said, “Hey, I’m unlucky. I have lost two consecutive battles, and stealing chickens won’t lose money.”

“Brother Baize Lion, you can pinch so well, but do you know who hurt me like this?” Ji Meng asked rhetorically.

Baize Lion’s eyes turned grunting, and he didn’t know what subtle spell he was casting.

“You went to the Witch Clan. Among the 12 Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan, at least ten of them can hurt you, but I think your injury is not simple. It seems that your opponent will defeat you with just one move?”

After listening to Baize Lion’s words, Ji was shocked and said: “As expected, Baize Lion, you can even know that, I really underestimated my supernatural powers before.”

Baize Lion groaned again: “As far as I know, among the witches that can kill you in one move, except for Dijiang, they are Xuanming ancestor witches. Although Jumang’s supernatural powers are good, they are not in Xuanming. Below, but he is not good at attacking.”

“Neither.” Ji Meng said, shaking his head.

At this time, Baize Lion already had an answer in his heart, saying: “That’s Houtu Empress.”

“Yes, I didn’t expect the Magic power of the Houtu Ancestral Witch to be so powerful. I really underestimated her.” Ji Meng felt a little regretful when he said this.

He really regretted that he shouldn’t provoke the Houtu ancestor witch and bring himself such a disaster.

“The Houtu ancestor witch’s destiny is extraordinary, and even the poor Dao can’t be seen through. In short, you must remember that among the witches, you must not provoke the Houtu empress unless the future Lich War really starts.” Baize Lion Instructed Ji Meng to say.

“Hey, don’t mention it. It’s okay if it’s just Houtu. I didn’t expect that the Kunpeng ancestor of my clan is also in the witch clan. Shallow, my body injury is also given by Kunpeng ancestor.”

Ji Meng told Baize Lion the reason for the incident, but he did not dare to complain.

Because among the current demons, his ancestor Kunpeng is under one person and above ten thousand people.

“Brother Ji Meng, you are also lucky. If you hadn’t met Kunpeng senior, you wouldn’t have stood here alive today.” Baize Lion turned around and left after saying this.

Before leaving, Baize Lion left a sentence: “Brother Ji Meng, you are so good for your health. After you heal, I will come to see you again.”

Baize Lion traveled through the wild world alone, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

He Baize Lion prides himself on being a wise man, and Baize Lion has counted their fate for all the names reported in the prehistoric times.

He was transformed very early, and before Taiyi and Emperor Jun, even the fate of Sanqing and Nuwa Empress had been calculated by Baize Lion back then.

Although it’s not very famous, Baize Lion knows vaguely that these people are not destined to be ordinary in the future.

But now, Baize Lion uses his magical powers, but he can’t figure out the future fate of Houtu and Kunpeng.

In the memory of Baize Lion, in the heavens, except for Sage, few people could not calculate their fate by themselves.

“Could it be that these two will also be able to achieve Hunyuan in the future and become the honor of Sage?” Baize Lion muttered to himself.

Besides, on this day, Baize Lion was walking swiftly in the wild jungle, and suddenly a terrifying breath rose to the sky in front of him.

Baize Lion hurriedly stopped his own figure, but saw a high mountain in front of him suddenly moved.

After three breaths, Baize Lion realized that this was not a mountain at all, but a huge giant. His complexion was yellow and he fell asleep on the ground. It really looked like a mountain. No wonder Baize Lion would admit his mistake.

Directly in front of the giant is a big river, above the river, nine groups of black mist are floating, not dissipating for a long time.

At this moment, the giant was staring at the nine black mists.

Suddenly the giant spoke, and said, “What a smelly breath, it disturbs my dreams.”

Baize Lion’s figure is hidden on a big tree with luxuriant branches and leaves. For a while, the giant can’t find himself.

“You want to die, die!” The giant suddenly yelled, angrily waiting for the nine black mists on the river, furious.

These nine black mists are also spiritual, obviously this is not his body, it seems that cultivation has reached a certain critical juncture.