Prehistoric: Good Fortune Tianzun

Chapter 23

A steady stream of Blood Qi was delivered to Sumeru Mountain Rahu. Luo Hu was overjoyed and rewarded the seven magic envoys with a pure source of demon energy, and ordered them to continue to collect energy and blood to promote the battle.

The seven magic envoys were so excited that they continued to dive into the wilderness and stir up the situation.

Luo Hu slammed away and came to the space of the golden dragon in the west. After years of erosion by Luo Hui with Blood Qi, the Golden Dragon of Earth Vein has become weak, and he can no longer exude the earth-yellow Qi of Earth Vein.

Luo Hu splashed this batch of Blood Qi on the body of the Earth Vein Golden Dragon, and immediately corroded pieces of wounds, and the Qi of the Earth Vein escaped from it and was swallowed by the Four Swords of Zhu Xian. Luo Hui couldn’t help laughing with excitement when he saw this: “Hahaha! This western golden dragon has begun to collapse, and it won’t be long before it will be swallowed up by my treasure! Humph, what Chen Xuan and what Hongjun will be, All to the deity to die! Destroy the prehistoric, reappearing chaos is just around the corner! Hahaha!”

Luo Hua took it for granted. Rao was at the highest point in the prehistoric times. Rao was the immortal sword formation that Sage could not break. But what kind of character is Chen Xuan? The peak period is a strong person in the realm of Dadao Sage, and there are almost no people who beat him in the chaos period. Although Chen Xuan had no one in Cultivation Base, he was still Sage. What’s more, Chen Xuan is in charge of the only opinion of Hongmeng Lingbao-Hongmeng holds the seal of heaven. It seems that Luo Hu inherited the resentment and skills of those chaotic gods and demons, but did not inherit their vision.

At this time, the three clans on the battlefield were fighting fiercely.

The children of the three races fought into a ball, some turned into the body, and bite and fight with the enemy; some took the time to release cold arrows to plot against the people of other races; some Spirit Power is already lacking, exhausted, and still rushing to the enemy pile. Blow up… shouts, fights, self-explosions, angry shouts… all kinds of sounds, all kinds of pictures, intertwined together into a tragic picture.

Zu Long, Yuan Feng, and Qilin also fought together. Zulong is slightly stronger, so Yuanfeng and Qilin temporarily put aside their grudges and attacked Zulong together. Zu Long shouted: “Good come! Don’t think that you two can kill this seat by joining forces!” He greeted him as he spoke.

Yuan Fengjiao scolded and sacrificed Phoenix Ling, brushing over the ancestor dragon fiercely, everything along the way turned into powder; Qilin not to be outdone, also sacrificed Qilin seal, and smashed the ancestor dragon fiercely. Zulong saw two spirit treasures calling him, and he was very careful, but he said: “You are the two of you? This attack is too light to tickle this seat! It depends on the method of this seat!” The ancestor Dragon Pearl greeted Phoenix Ling and Qilin Yin.

“Boom Rumble—” The collision of the three spirit treasures caused a huge impact. Countless children of the three races were lifted out, and a large open space appeared on the battlefield. The Zulong trio were also thrown a few somersaults, and each looked at each other solemnly. Qilin yelled: “Come again! Don’t give Zulong time to breathe!” The two shot again, and they were about to kill Zulong.

Zulong is no longer in his peak state at this time, how can he easily take a full blow from these two people? “Puff–” A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Zu Long was immediately seriously injured.

When Yuan Feng was about to kill Ancestral Dragon, Qilin suddenly slapped a palm and stamped it on Yuan Feng’s white chest. Suddenly, Yuan Feng vomited blood and flew out, smashing a large mountain into the ground. Yuan Feng was extremely angry, hating herself for not being careful. Hate said: “Qilin! You must die!!!”

Qilin heard that he laughed: “Yuanfeng, you are so stupid! Now I am the king of the tribes!!!” Qilin was very proud at this time, and the whole person fell into the fantasy of dominating the prehistoric, and did not realize it. Danger is coming.

Suddenly, a pretty figure turned into a streamer, hugging Qilin, and at the same time exuding a tyrannical aura. It is Elder of Phoenix clan, Little Sister Fengge of Yuanfeng.

Qilin’s pupils shrank, and he yelled in horror: “Not good!!!” He tried to throw Feng Ge away. Unexpectedly, Feng Ge was determined to die and refused to let go of Qilin no matter how hard he struggled.

“Stinky lady! Let go! Let go of the deity!!” As he said, he beat Feng Ge severely, his life was at stake, and he didn’t care about Xiang Xiyu in the slightest.

Feng Ge was spitting blood out of his mouth, with a stern expression on his face, with a grinning smile: “Ho ho… ho… Qilin… just die with Ben Elder…”

From a distance, Yuan Feng watched this scene with her eyes cracking, tears streaming down her eyes. “No… Little Sister, don’t… don’t… you let go… you will die…”

“Boom–” Feng Ge finally accumulated his strength to the extreme and exploded. Qilin was seriously injured by the explosion, even half of his body was blown to pieces.

“Uh…” Qilin groaned in pain, but couldn’t stand up anymore.

On the mountain of Bu Zhou, in the Pan Zun Temple. Chen Xuan said to Hongjun: “Apprentice, the time has come.”

Upon hearing this, Hongjun wanted to get up and go down to the wilderness.

“Slow!” Chen Xuan stopped Hongjun out loud. Hongjun respectfully said: “Master, do you still have orders?”

Chen Xuandao: “As a teacher, there was a saying,’In the midst of the calamity, the teacher can’t get a handle’, so how to solve Luohu is all up to you. As a teacher, you can borrow the treasure of body protection from you to help you protect the earth veins. ”

“Thank you, Master, the disciple will definitely live up to Master’s high expectations! The disciple will go!” Hongjun bowed in salute. Having said that, he turned around and went down to Honghuang.

Looking at Hongjun’s disappearing back, Chen Xuan nodded slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

The battlefield is full of gunpowder. Although Zulong and others had been seriously injured and lost their fighting ability, the three clans were still fighting together.

Suddenly, a majestic voice came: “Stop it!” The people of the three tribes only felt that an incomparable mysterious power bound them, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t attack them and were set in place.

A figure suddenly appeared, appearing slowly and quickly on the battlefield. Who else could it be if it wasn’t Hongjun? When Hongjun was photographed in the void, the Zulong trio were photographed in front of Hongjun.

Hongjun shouted: “I don’t understand at this time, when will we wait?” The voice reached the ears of the Zulong trio, only feeling deaf, clear and bright in his eyes.

They looked at the children of the three races on the battlefield, only 10% were left, and they were deeply saddened.

“Heavenly Dao is here, my ancestor dragon is willing to use my remnant body to live forever in the world to eliminate the sins of my dragon clan. Hope Heavenly Dao can learn from it!”

“Heavenly Dao is here, my Yuanfeng is willing to sacrifice my body, and never die of the volcano. The Phoenix people will no longer set foot in the prehistoric authority, hope Heavenly Dao will learn from it!”

“Heavenly Dao is here, my Qilin is willing to sacrifice to the wild earth with my body, repair the veins, Qilin clan will become a beast, there must be auspiciousness wherever I go, hope Heavenly Dao can learn from it!”

The three Zulong swears by the sky and repays their sins with their bodies.

I saw a majestic golden light of merit born out of thin air, divided into three, falling above the three tribes’ luck, but Heavenly Dao felt that the Zulong three men repaired the predecessor and gave merit.

Suddenly a blood-colored dragon sprang up from each of the three clans, but it was the killing caused by the three clans. The blood-colored dragon and the merits cancel each other out, and when it disappears, the merit is less than one-tenth, better than nothing.

At this time, the Zulong trio turned into a stream of light, and disappeared towards the place where they had vowed.

With a wave of Hongjun’s hand, the remaining disciples of the three tribes returned to their respective tribes.