The ancestor Hongjun's face was dark, his eyes were closed, his six senses were closed, and he had all his strength to resist the refining from King Pan.

His cultivation has also entered the realm of a supreme enlightened person. However, in the spiritual world of Pan Wang, his pitiful realm is difficult to protect him.

Cowardice, pain, inferiority, fear, despair... King Pan in succession put hundreds of spiritual poisons on him.

In the past, the Chaos Demon God Ji Ba was infected with the poison of fear and was defeated in an instant, becoming the defeated general of King Pan.

Nowadays, hundreds of spiritual poisons act on a person at the same time, and various negative emotions are constantly impacting, which shows its power.

The ancestor Hongjun practiced the art of killing the three corpses. He cut out all his good thoughts, evil thoughts and obsessions.

These three thoughts of him are more powerful than those of other powerful ones.

Moreover, this person has all five poisons of greed, anger, ignorance, arrogance, and doubt.

Therefore, the effect of using the poison of the mind to deal with him will be even better.

The Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, who was refining the great world, used the tumor of the heavenly way to trap the original ancestor of Hongjun, who was originally born in the heavenly way, in the original space of the heavenly way, which is a good example.

If he is dealing with King Pan or other Hunyuan powerful people, the power of the Heavenly Dao Cancer will be greatly reduced and he will not be able to achieve brilliant results.

"The innate sacred ones can be killed but not humiliated!"

"I... will never surrender!"

The old ancestor Hongjun's face was ferocious, distorted, and was extremely painful.

He never dreamed that he would have such a thing when he was refined or enslaved.

"Yeah?"

With a wave of hand, a ball of Dao Fire fell onto the body of the ancestor Hongjun and began the initial refining.

King Pan asked back: "Fellow Taoist plays all the creatures in the heavens and all worlds in the applause, treating them as your own playthings. Have you ever thought that every creature has its own dignity?"

This passage made the ancestor Hongjun a little confused.

In the eyes of these powerful people, aren’t all creatures in heaven illusion, or are they fleeting meteors?

The ancestor Hongjun was angry. He felt that King Pan was insulting him.

"It's ridiculous. I am a saint, an immortal existence. The eternal years are just a blink of an eye. And those ants are destined to die and are the products of falsehood. How can they be compared with Immortal?"

He forgot the pain caused by the poison of the soul, forgot that he was being refined, and argued with King Pan.

The words of the ancestor Hongjun represent the vast majority of innate sacred ideas and are the mainstream ideas among powerful people.

In the original world, the innate sacred sacred will randomly specify the lifespan of sentient beings in heaven and earth and determine their future destination. This is the embodiment of this idea.

King Pan did not oppose this idea. He was powerful innate sacred and also shouldered the important task of maintaining the order of heaven and earth and educating sentient beings. Of course, his status must be higher than that.

However, the thoughts of the ancestor Hongjun have far exceeded this category. He regards all sentient beings in heaven and earth as puppets and pawns, and is completely crazy.

The status of living beings varies, but the importance of life is not different.

The birth of every life is the greatest miracle in the world.

For those who are great masters, it is only a blink of an eye, but for those creatures themselves, their lives are unique and they cannot be replaced by any treasure.

King Pan no longer paid attention to the ancestor Hongjun. His magic power roared, instantly increasing the strength of refining tens of millions of times.

Crack! Crack!

A dense array of lightning appeared on the body of the ancestor Hongjun, and the innate restriction in his body was broken.

The ancestor Hongjun finally showed a desperate expression, and his eyes were filled with fear.

He didn't understand why King Pan came to deal with him.

He could not understand how he specially crossed the world for a group of ants.

Before restoring the prototype, the experience of his life flashed in the mind of the ancestor Hongjun.

From the transformation from form to the powerful and powerful world, to the only true god in the prehistoric world...

He walked along the way, and after some small twists and turns, he finally achieved his goal.

However, when he reached the peak and the glorious moment, he ushered in defeat.

"I don't regret it! The road is alone, and at the peak of the road, there can only be one person standing, and that person is I will do it!"

He shouted.

With this shout, he was like a rebirth of his life, and his magic power suddenly surged, faintly returning to his heyday.

"Fellow Taoist has not yet revealed his true form, so when will he wait!"

After saying this, King Pan said nothing, and he pinched his magic tricks.

At this moment, in the prehistoric world, Emperor Jun Taiyi and the twelve ancestor witches conquered the heaven and the underworld, and cut off the largest supply of luck in the prehistoric world.

The ancestor Hongjun felt dizzy, and a strong thought rushed into his sea of ​​consciousness, intending to disperse his will.

"Pan King, it's so poisonous!"

Under the shadow of being refined, the ancestor Hongjun ignored it and cursed King Pan.

If he really wants to be refined by King Pan, he will be able to be a treasure spirit controlled by King Pan in the future.

Perhaps only when countless disasters come will he have the opportunity to be liberated.

"King Pan, I will curse you! I will curse you like me in the future and be refined by others!"

At the last moment, the ancestor Hongjun let out a shrill roar, and he used his remaining magic power to curse King Pan.

Then, his body became illusory, his light shone, his body grew bigger, and eventually turned into a portal of innate treasures.

"Curse, I will soon be in harmony with the Tao, and my original body is Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal. Your curse is useless at all."

He patted the mysterious door without any attention and further refined it.

"Ahhhh!"

In the mysterious gate, the wailing sound of the ancestor Hongjun was heard all the time.

Being refined by someone is a shame for the innate god.

But there is nothing to be pitiful.

Most of the innate spiritual creatures in the prehistoric world are spiritual, but most of them die halfway and fail to transform into immortals.

For example, the gourd vine in Kunlun Mountain has the ten innate spiritual roots, and its heels are definitely not low, but it has also been extinct by many great masters.

Those who kill people will always kill them. Among those who practice Taoism, such as Pan Wang, are an alien.

Ten thousand years, twenty thousand years, ninety thousand years.

Once Pan King refined it, it took ten thousand years for the past tense, and the will of the ancestor Hongjun was too strong.

He bombarded 70,000 years before he suppressed it and laid the foundation for refining.

When the ancestor Hongjun appeared again, he was no longer a ferocious image. He stood respectfully at the bottom of the Pan King, bent over, with a wonderful expression.

"From now on, fellow Taoist will be the authentic guardian of my King Pan."

King Pan nodded and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

The ancestor Hongjun nodded repeatedly and said gratefully: "Abide by the Taoist Ancestor's orders, I swear to protect the authentic honor of my King Pan!"

"good!"
Chapter completed!