Prehistoric: Reborn as a tortoise, with understanding that defies heaven

Outside the chaos, in the prehistoric world.

A towering Taoist palace stands in the chaos.

A large number of innate saints and great supernatural powers stand at the door of the Taoist palace and wait quietly.

Three thousand years ago, the saint Hongjun came to the world and wanted to open the Taoist palace and preach in the prehistoric world.

Some anxious great supernatural powers flew to the chaos three thousand years ago to find the traces of Zixiao Palace, and then waited here.

Wait for three thousand years.

But more people are lost in the chaos and have no choice but to return to the prehistoric world.

In front of Zixiao Palace, several figures stand there with strong momentum.

Pangu's authentic Taiqing, Yuqing, Shangqing, the three pure Taoists stand quietly.

Taiqing closes his eyes, Yuqing is serious, and Shangqing is watching.

Fuxi and Nuwa stand in the corner and practice secretly.

Around them were the two golden crows, Dijun and Taiyi, on the sun star transformed from Pangu's eyes. They were domineering and proud, secretly observing the great masters;

The two innate gods, Hongyun of Huoyun Cave and Zhenyuanzi of Wanshou Mountain, were chatting in a low voice.

The great masters such as Kunpeng of Beiming, Minghe of Xuehai, Dongwanggong, and Xiwangmu were all wary of the gods gathered around.

In front of the seemingly quiet Zixiao Palace, the great masters had their own thoughts.

At this time, two figures appeared again in the chaos, one yellow and one blue. They appeared in the Zixiao Palace from the chaos.

They were the two great ancestor witches, Houtu and Xuanming, the ancestors of the witch clan.

"What a domineering body, it can actually walk in the chaos without the help of spiritual treasures."

A great master exclaimed in a low voice.

The silence outside the Zixiao Palace was instantly broken.

Upon hearing this, Di Jun looked at the two witch ancestors with disdain, "I didn't expect the witch clan would come here to hear this. I thought you didn't even take the saints seriously."

Xuan Ming looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was Di Jun. His face turned cold, "I was wondering who it was, it turned out to be you, you stinky bird!"

"Isn't the lesson from ten thousand years ago enough!"

Di Jun's face changed upon hearing this, and a strong aura burst out from him, "You dare to show off by bullying the minority with your numbers, how ridiculous!"

Just as he was speaking, Taiyi had already sacrificed the Chaos Bell and was ready to take action.

The fight between the two parties instantly attracted the attention of all the great masters.

Shangqing Tongtian, one of the Three Pure Ones, said to his two brothers with excitement in his eyes, "Big brother, second brother, guess who will win if a fight breaks out?"

Yuqing Yuanshi Taoist looked unhappy and said with disdain, "You dare to fight in the saint's temple, you simply don't take the saint seriously."

Taoist Taiqing looked indifferent, "It won't happen."

Taoist Shangqing Tongtian shook his head with some regret, "What a pity..."

He was not stupid, and he figured out the reason in an instant.

Besides, he was very convinced of his eldest brother's words.

As if to verify the words of Taoist Taiqing, the chaos rolled again, and a Taoist in green clothes walked out from it.

"Oh my, there's a good show to watch right away, it's really lively."

Yang Gui looked at the two sides who were about to fight in front of Zixiao Palace, his face full of excitement.

His words immediately attracted all eyes to himself.

After seeing Yang Gui, the faces of the ancestors Hou Tu and Xuan Ming changed wildly, sometimes blue and sometimes white.

The ancestor Xuan Ming clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

Obviously, after countless years, she still remembered the beating Yang Gui had given her.

"Hey..." Hou Tu sighed, pulled Xuan Ming who was about to run away, stepped forward and saluted Yang Gui slightly, "It's been a long time since we last met, senior is still as elegant as ever..."

Hou Tu's words shocked all the saints standing in front of Zixiao Palace.

They looked at Hou Tu in disbelief, their eyes moving back and forth between the two.

Especially Di Jun and Tai Yi, the two future leaders of the demon clan.

They had also heard of the reputation of the ancestors of the witch clan in the prehistoric land for nearly hundreds of thousands of years.

They had had disputes with them more than once.

They did not respect the sky, did not worship the earth, but only respected the great god Pangu; they did not expect that they would be so polite to a Taoist today.

Di Jun's eyes changed slightly, and he signaled Taiyi to put away the Chaos Bell and stood aside in silence.

The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Fuxi and others were all curious.

Especially Hou Tu and Xuan Ming, the two ancestor witches, had obviously different attitudes towards Yang Gui.

Ignoring the curious eyes around him, Yang Gui smiled and said, "Not bad, you are much more sensible than last time."

"But you are still stupid."

Pah!

After saying that, he slapped Xuan Ming on the head lightly.

The ancestor witch Xuan Ming suddenly felt dizzy and his eyes went black.

"Senior!" Hou Tu was anxious, but heard Yang Gui's voice again.

"A little lesson is for her good."

When she looked up again, Yang Gui had passed all the great supernatural powers and came to the gate of Zixiao Palace.

This scene made the other great supernatural powers shudder and secretly shocked.

"When!"

No one noticed how Yang Gui appeared at the gate of Zixiao Palace.

They immediately became curious about Yang Gui's identity.

But what was even more unbelievable to them was yet to come.

Yang Gui stood carelessly at the door of Zixiao Palace, knocked on the door heavily, and shouted, "Old Taoist, I'm here, open the door quickly."

"If you don't open the door, I will smash your Yujing Mountain again."

Hiss! ! !

Yang Gui's words were like the thunder of chaos that exploded in the void, shocking other supernatural powers.

"Brother, what is the identity of this Taoist? How dare he treat the saint like this? Isn't he afraid of the saint's anger?" Shangqing Tongtian swallowed his saliva, not knowing what to say.

The eyes of Taiqing Taoist flashed with golden light, and finally said indifferently, "In the prehistoric times, there are countless mysterious strongmen. This may be an ancient one."

Yuqing Yuanshi seemed even more displeased.

Saint's Taoist temple, this person is so rude!

Squeak~~~

As Yang Gui knocked, the Zixiao Palace, which had been closed for three thousand years, opened.

A little Taoist boy with red lips and white teeth looked at Yang Gui helplessly, and behind him followed a Taoist girl who looked very cute.

"Oh~~~ So cute."

Yang Gui pinched the cheeks of the two Taoist boys with a smile on his face, causing the two Taoist boys to stare at him with two pairs of big eyes and look at him angrily.

"Hahaha!!"

This scene made Yang Gui laugh.

The future Emperor of Heaven and Queen Mother of Yaochi in the prehistoric world; I wonder what their expressions will be in the future today.

"The master asked you to go in!"

The little Taoist boy Haotian, holding his waist with his hands, said to Yang Gui angrily.

Yang Gui flicked his fingers, and two streams of light fell into the hands of Haotian and Yaochi respectively, and walked into the Zixiao Palace.

"Little Taoist boy, what about us?"

Minghe saw Yang Gui walk in, and couldn't help but asked anxiously.

Haotian rolled his eyes at Minghe and said in a low voice, "The master said that we can enter together."

After saying that, he put away the top-grade spiritual fruit that Yang Gui gave him, feeling very happy.

The future Queen Mother behind him was so happy that she couldn't open her eyes.

After hearing what Haotian Daotong said, the Sanqing, Nuwa and Fuxi, who had been prepared for a long time, disappeared outside and rushed into the Zixiao Palace.

The other great masters rushed into the Zixiao Palace.

As soon as they entered the Zixiao Palace, they saw Yang Gui standing not far from the door, looking at the several cushions on the ground with interest.

The Sanqing's eyes flashed, and Taiqing, Yuqing, and Shangqing, the Sanqing occupied a cushion in turn.

Nuwa and Fuxi came one after another, Nuwa sat in the fourth seat, and Fuxi protected her behind her; Nuwa looked at Yang Gui curiously, always feeling a little familiar.

The fifth was Kunpeng, and the sixth was Hongyun.

In just a moment, the six cushions were occupied.

When other supernatural powers outside the Purple Sky Palace came in, they were shocked when they saw the people sitting on the cushions.

They immediately felt as if they had lost a great opportunity and were very upset.

While they were upset, two more great supernatural powers who were listening to the teachings were added.

Entering the Purple Sky Palace and looking at the six cushions, Zhunti's eyes flashed, and he stumbled at Yang Gui's feet and cried out in grief.

Yang Gui looked at this scene and a smile appeared on his face again.

"Tsk tsk tsk, don't blame me for this~~~"