Chapter 180 The Mystery of Tao Seeds Migrating Human Race!

Zhao Gongming shook his head and said seriously, "The power of the Heavenly Court is very terrifying. You have not yet achieved the Great Luo Dao. If you are involved in it, if there is any danger, I will be too busy to protect you."

Six Ears stopped talking immediately, but a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes.

Mosquito Taoist said respectfully, "Little Mosquito is willing to help the master."

"No need, the underworld cannot be without you. You can maintain the operation of the underworld with peace of mind, which is the greatest help to me."

Mosquito Taoist is a talent with strong management ability.

It is because of him that the underworld can operate safely and steadily.

Mosquito Taoist is leaving, and it depends on the Five Ghost Emperors and the gang of the Styx. It is not known what they will do to the underworld.

"Okay then."

Mosquito Taoist agreed reluctantly. The taste of power is wonderful, but Mosquito Taoist is about to rust all over, and he also wants to move around.

After Zhao Gongming left, the loneliness in Six Ears' eyes gradually dissipated and turned into an unyielding will to fight against heaven and earth.

He, Liu Er, must prove himself as a Daluo Jinxian as soon as possible and try to help his teacher.

Zhao Gongming left the Netherworld Sea, turned into a golden light, and landed in a mountain.

Then he took out three external incarnations of Dao seeds. Zhao Gongming thought about it and injected his magic power into them. The incarnation Dao seeds turned into an adult at a very fast speed, and looked the same as Zhao Gongming.

His Taoism was about the peak of the early Daluo Jinxian.

Zhao Gongming tried to pinch his face, and soon, the three incarnations of Dao seeds were pinched into three different looks by Zhao Gongming.

Height and weight, strong and strong!

Short, the size of a dwarf!

Tall and straight, with a fairy-like appearance!

Zhao Gongming took the Hunyuan Golden Bowl, and then the innate treasure, the thirty-six Dinghai Shenzhu, apart and gave them to the three people respectively.

The three people had only one purpose, which was to collect human beings from all over the prehistoric world.

Then they were transported to Wanshou Mountain, Buzhou Mountain, and the Netherworld Sea.

At this time, the situation of the witches and liches was dangerous, the evil spirits of heaven and earth had reached their peak, and the secrets of heaven were covered up.

Even the saints could not figure out what happened in the prehistoric world, let alone the forces below the saints.

It was the best time for the three incarnations to act.

After the three incarnations left, Zhao Gongming went directly to the ancestral land of the human race.

The human race was in a great catastrophe, and the human race could leave anywhere, but only the ancestral land of the human race must be held to the end.

The prehistoric world did not remember years, and ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

In the thirty-three days, the Daluo Heaven, the sound of the sky drum sounded.

Under the orders of the demon emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, the nine demon saints, the demon master Kunpeng, and countless demon kings and demon generals came out in full force and rushed to the prehistoric land.

The demon saint Fei Lian, the demon saint Gui Che, and the demon saint Shang Yang were one team, responsible for the south.

The demon saint Jiuying, the demon saint Chitie, and the demon saint Yingzhao were one team, responsible for the east.

Demon Saint Fei Dan, Demon Saint Ji Meng, and Demon Saint Qin Yuan were all in charge of the west.

Demon Master Kunpeng always liked to be alone, leading a team of people and applying them flexibly.

As for the north, it was originally the world of the demons, and there was no human survival at all, so there was no need to send people.

The ten quasi-saints, the power of the quasi-saints swept across the prehistoric world, and all the tribes in the prehistoric world were terrified.

They huddled in their own little piece of land, not even daring to breathe.

The strength of the Heavenly Court was too strong, like the great trend of the heaven, rolling down.

Anything that stood in its way would be turned into dust.

In the south of the prehistoric world, in a remote and deep valley, this was the base camp of the Fire Tribe.

The Fire Tribe, with a population of more than 100,000, relied on the mountains to make a living, and was a thoroughly mortal tribe.

All the tribesmen had no disputes or anxiety in their practice, and lived a carefree life.

But on this day, the disaster came, and the dense demon cloud flew from the center of the world.

With boundless and majestic pressure, passing through the world, the slightest breath leaked out casually made the human race of the entire Fire Tribe tremble from the depths of their souls.

They thought that after the demon cloud passed over their tribe, everything would be fine.

But unexpectedly, a cold and ruthless voice suddenly came from above the demon cloud.

"I didn't expect that there would be a small human tribe here, beautiful, wonderful!"

The rolling demon cloud cracked a hole, revealing the cruel smile of the Ghost Car Demon Saint.

At the same time, an indescribable murderous aura rushed to the Fire Tribe without money.

The people of the Fire Tribe had never seen such a scene, and they shouted directly.

"Monster!"

"Everyone run!"

The people of the Fire Tribe were panicked and fled in a hurry.

The fear and chaos continued to spread in the Fire Tribe.

"Hahaha!"

The Ghost Car Demon Saint couldn't help laughing on the cloud. He liked to see the human race being scared the most.

After a dozen breaths, Guiche lost his patience and waved his hand. A huge palm print that covered the sky condensed in the air.

Then, under the control of Guiche, it fell fiercely.

"Boom!"

Smoke and dust rose up, and the whole valley was directly collapsed by Guiche. 100,000 human beings fell, and a pungent smell of blood rose.

Guiche took out a golden cloth bag, opened it, and shone it at the valley.

All the residual souls floating in the valley were caught and put into the cloth bag.

"You, go clean up the battlefield and collect all the human flesh and blood."

After Guiche designated two golden fairy demon generals, he drove the demon cloud away.

Such a tragic scene was repeated all over the prehistoric world.

The human race is too big. Even though Zhao Gongming has a treasure, he can't help all the human race to take refuge.

Half a year passed in the blink of an eye. In the center of the prehistoric world, on the Nine Heavens, all the demon saints gathered together.

With a gloomy face, Gui Che asked Jiuying first, "Old man, how many human souls did you get?"

Jiuying's face was not as good as Gui Che's. "Only about 100 million, and they are all mortal souls. If they are all added together, they won't be of much use."

The stronger the human race's cultivation, the more useful the souls after they fall.

The souls of mortals after they fall are far inferior to those of the human race who have entered the way of cultivation.

"What about you? How did you get!"

Jiuying asked with a gloomy face.

"Oh, don't mention it. There are only more than 90 million."

Gui Che held his breath in his heart. The human tribes were dotted all over the prehistoric world, almost countless.

The vast southern land is sparsely populated. After working for half a year, I only obtained more than 90 million human souls. It's outrageous.

"How much did you get?"

Gui Che and Jiuying looked at Ji Meng and Kunpeng.

"More than 80 million!"

"Fifty million!"

Kunpeng and Ji Meng gave their own answers.

"Damn, this is too little. If you add them together, I'm afraid it won't be enough to deal with a few great witches. What's the use?"

Kunpeng's face was gloomy, and there were flashes of light in his eyes.

"I came here all the way, and countless human tribes were empty, without a single person. Obviously, these human tribes should have received the news in advance and all migrated away."