"Descendants of Pangu, but Kunlun and the Three Pure Ones?"
Luo Hu looked at Zulong coldly. The Four Immortal Killing Swords in his hands were made from fragments of Pangu's axe. They were the most extreme sharpness and killing power in the prehistoric world, but they could not break through the Xuanhuang Exquisite Tower formed by Kaitian's merits.
Moreover, the karma contained in the merit of breaking through the sky is enough for me to make progress in the future.
With the protection of Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda, after the consciousness of Pangu Sanqing was born, unless someone could break through Hunyuan and reach a higher level, Pangu Sanqing would be innately undefeated.
If Zulong really wanted to confront Sanqing, there was no need to stay.
"The Sanqing Dynasty has the Xuanhuang Merit Tower to protect its body. No one in the world can touch it. I am talking about the witch clan transformed by Pangu's blood. Taoist friend Luohu's fairy sword is a killing weapon. In this ancient world, Pangu's blood is a better sacrificial weapon.
thing!"
"And the Witch Clan has been born!"
"Pangu bloodline?" A cold look flashed in Luo Hu's eyes, and the four blood-red light pillars rising into the sky instantly retracted, turning into four fairy swords and appearing behind Luo Hu.
"Pangu will definitely leave a protective treasure for his own bloodline. The current four swords of Zhuxian are still unable to break Pangu's backhand. Your dragon clan has enjoyed great fortune over the years, and there must be a lot of them. You should refine the immortal swords for me!"
Luo Hu looked at Ancestral Dragon, with murderous intent pouring out of the corner of his eyes. The three Xiantian clans had gained too much luck in the catastrophe of the ferocious beasts, and they were also suitable for the sacrifice of the Immortal Killing Sword.
Moreover, the three Xiantian tribes have always been connected with one another. This time the Ancestral Dragon comes alone, it is the most suitable time to weaken the creatures of the Water Tribe.
"The dragon tribe is willing to use the creatures of the water tribe to sacrifice swords to fellow Taoists!"
Zulong did not hesitate and agreed immediately. There were countless creatures from the water tribe, and many of them had shapes that were incompatible with the dragon tribe and were completely unsuitable for reproduction. It just so happened that all of them sacrificed swords to Rahu.
Once the Wu Clan, the biggest threat, is eliminated, there will be no other race in the wild world to compete with the Dragon Clan.
Four blood-red light pillars shot straight into the sky in the East China Sea.
One after another, the dragons showed their true form, and their huge claws transformed into a world. In each world, there were countless low-level aquatic tribes.
World after world was sent into the blood-red light pillar, and the evil spirit of blood instantly filled the East China Sea.
However, the number of water tribes is related to the luck of the dragon tribe. If too many are sent over, the dragon tribe itself will not be willing to part with them.
A few days later, the Dragon Clan's claws reached out to the birds and beasts led by the Phoenix Clan and Qilin Clan.
After all the dragon tribes were dispersed and dispatched, all the water tribes in the East China Sea felt an attraction from their souls coming from the seaside, and they rushed towards the edge of the East China Sea with all their strength.
Luo Hu looked at the incoming water tribe with a sneer and disappeared into the Zhuxian Sword Formation. A black dragon flew from a distance. When he saw the incoming water tribe, he immediately became anxious and was about to step forward to stop him. He was filled with murderous intent.
With a roll of red light, the black dragon disappeared instantly.
The reason why the three Xiantian clans are left behind is because the three Xiantian clans gained too much merit and luck during the catastrophe of the ferocious beasts, and the other reason is because the growth of the Four Swords of Zhu Xian requires more than just the blood evil energy.
The murderous intention and murderous intent of a strong man when fighting, especially during the catastrophe of heaven and earth, are the best materials for refining the Four Swords of Killing Immortals.
As for these ordinary aquariums, there is really no difference between one more and one less.
"The three Xiantian clans have the merits of the evil beasts, and the Wu clan has the luck left over from Pangu, but now the gap between the Wu clan and the three Xiantian clans is too big. An ancestor witch must break through the quasi-sage before the two sides can truly confront each other!"
Luo Hu's eyes flashed with a sneer. Naturally, he would not directly confront the Wu clan, or even the three innate clans.
It is easy to kill these tribes, but killing them with his own hands will not do him any good, and will instead leave him with huge karma.
Only by constant guidance and allowing the three innate clans to confront the powerful Wu clan can they directly trigger the catastrophe of heaven and earth.
The Dragon Clan wantonly captured other races, and the Phoenix Clan and the Qilin Clan were naturally unwilling to do so. For a time, countless battles broke out in various places in the wilderness.
In the Ancestral Witch Hall where the Wu Clan was born, the twelve tribes of the Wu Clan live scattered around the Ancestral Witch Hall.
Unlike other races whose dependence on food decreases as their cultivation level increases, the Witch Clan's need for food is constantly increasing as they improve their physique, and there are broken skeletons piled everywhere around them.
"Witch Clan, come and fight!"
Four blood-red sword lights appeared, surrounding the entire Wu clan in the sword lights. However, they did not kill, but directly challenged them.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches stepped out of the Pangu Palace at the same time, waved their hands gently, and all the Twelve Tribes of Witches had been sent into the Pangu Palace.
They looked at the sword light in the sky with alert expressions, glanced at each other, and crushed the jade talisman asking for help from Sanqing.
With just one glance, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were sure that this was a quasi-sage.
He is also a quasi-sage holding a murderous treasure.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches have the skill to join forces to fight, but facing such a powerful opponent, they still immediately ask Sanqing for help in rescuing Sanqing's disciples.
Luo Hu sat back and watched the twelve ancestral witches sending the witch clan into Pangu Palace, and smiled coldly in his heart. Pangu had indeed left a defensive treasure for the twelve ancestral witches.
Although the Zhuxian Sword Formation is powerful, it still has not reached its peak.
Perhaps by cultivating all the twelve ancestral witches and the three innate clans to form a new catastrophe of heaven and earth, and absorbing the energy of this catastrophe, the Four Swords of Zhu Xian can truly transform.
The current Four Swords of Zhu Xian cannot break through the defense of Pangu Palace.
"Come, let me see the quality of Pangu's bloodline!" There was no emotion in Luo Hu's voice, but the condescension in his tone was beyond words.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches attach great importance to the Pangu bloodline and even regard it as their own pride. When they heard Luo Hu's sarcasm, they immediately became furious.
Looking at the four swords above with blood-red eyes, Luo Hu's figure was hidden among the four swords, and he pounced directly with a "ouch" sound.
Flying forward, the figure continued to grow larger. When the Twelve Ancestral Witches appeared in front of the four immortal swords, they were already tens of thousands of feet high. The four swords of Zhuxian continued to grow larger, and the sharp edges continued to draw gaps in the surrounding space.
"Ah, die!" The twelve iron fists smashed down hard. The twelve ancestral witches no longer had any fighting skills and just relied on their own strength to smash hard.
The entire prehistoric world was trembling slightly under the power of the twelve ancestral witches.
Countless figures appeared around like phantoms. As soon as they appeared, they restrained their aura, obviously only intending to watch the fun.
But in front of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, such hard hitting is obviously of no use.
"I didn't expect that the descendants of Pangu would suddenly become such a bunch of brainless people!" Standing in the center of the four fairy swords, Luo Hu said with disappointment in his voice.
Because of the difference in realm, he did not include the twelve ancestral witches in the Zhuxian Sword Formation, but just stayed outside. However, he still could not break the barrier of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, which made Luo Hu extremely disappointed.
Streams of sword energy flew towards the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Luo Hu came here this time to bring out the full potential of the twelve ancestral witches at the risk of his life.
The strength of the three Xiantian clans has grown too fast. Only the Wu clan can become the opponent of the three Xiantian clans and completely bring about the catastrophe of heaven and earth.
And there is a premise for all this, that is, someone among the twelve ancestral witches must break through to the quasi-sage, otherwise they will be crushed by the three innate clans.
Everyone can see that the Twelve Ancestral Witches are only a hair away from breaking through to the Quasi-Saint level.
But sometimes, this line may be eternity.
And Luo Hu's Immortal Killing Sword is the pinnacle of killing in the world and can pose the most direct threat to the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Bloody light flashed one after another, wounds continued to appear on the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches roared loudly.
In the Pangu Palace in the distance, the witch tribes in each tribe looked out with flames in their eyes.
They knew that their strength was too weak. If they went out, they would not only be unable to help the twelve ancestral witches, but would even distract the ancestral witches. They prayed crazily in their hearts that Sanqing would appear as soon as possible.
They are all descendants of Pangu. Now in the entire prehistoric period, only the Three Qing Dynasties will come to rescue the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Not to mention that Sanqing still owed favor to the Twelve Ancestral Witches because of his disciples.
"If Pangu knew you were such useless people, do you think he would be willing to let you be born?" Luo Hu's voice was full of sarcasm, and several rays of sword light had already flown towards Pangu Palace in the distance.
Although it was blocked by the barrier formed by Pangu Palace, it made the Twelve Ancestral Witches go crazy.
The twelve ancestral witches dripping with blood looked sad.
In the distance, all the quasi-sages were silent, and all the great Luo bowed their heads and said nothing.
"Dang!" A melodious bell sounded, causing the surrounding space to freeze for an instant. Then, a black and yellow pagoda blocked all the sword light flying towards Pangu Hall.
Sanqing looked in the direction of Luo Hu with a wary face, the anger in his eyes not hidden at all.
Sanqing is also a descendant of Pangu. To insult Pangu is to insult Sanqing. Although he does not really approve of monks like the Wu Clan who do not practice heaven, at this moment, Sanqing and the Wu Clan are definitely one.
"Pangu Sanqing protects the other people of the witch clan. This quasi-sage, my twelve ancestral witches, will kill him with one force!"
A crazy voice roared and shouted, while the other ancestral witches remained silent and attacked crazily, apparently agreeing with Sanqing not to take action.
Doubts flashed in Sanqing's eyes, but he had already decided in his heart that when the Twelve Ancestral Witches were in danger, they would definitely rescue him.
Pangu Sanqing will never owe a favor without repaying it.
"How could it be so?" Such an injury was enough to seriously injure a powerful monster, but the attacks of the Twelve Ancestral Witches became more and more frenzied, and their aura kept rising. Luo Hu looked down curiously with doubts in his eyes.
"As expected!" Hongjun said with a wry smile on his face. He had already understood the reason why the Twelve Ancestral Witches were so crazy, but now it was obvious that it was too late to stop them. The Twelve Ancestral Witches had already gained momentum.
"Ah!" A roar resounded throughout the world, and a burst of energy and blood instantly changed. An ancestral witch broke through the barrier laid by the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, rushed forward, grabbed a sword, and pulled it in the other direction.
"Aha!" Three consecutive bursts of energy and blood broke through to the quasi-sage realm, and the other three swords were held in his arms and pulled with all their strength.
"As expected, these Four Immortal Swords are perfectly compatible with the Wu Clan, and the evil energy in them can even help the Wu Clan purify their blood. It is obviously the killing weapon Pangu left to the Wu Clan!" Hongjun sighed softly.
While he was talking, several more ancestral witches broke through with their auras and went straight towards Luo Hu to kill him.
"How could this happen?" The treasure that he had finally refined was actually snatched away in front of him, and the treasure was actually more willing to stay in the hands of barbarians like the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
"This is the treasure that Pangu left to the Twelve Ancestral Witches!" Luo Hu reacted instantly. The Four Swords of Zhuxian shrank rapidly. After countless years of hard work and sacrifice, how could they be snatched away by the witch clan all at once.
A rotating formation diagram flashed past with endless killing intent, and the shrunken Four Swords of Zhu Xian had disappeared.
Ten of the twelve ancestral witches had already broken through to the quasi-sage realm. Seeing that the treasure that was incomparably suitable for them was taken away, they became furious.
"Death to the thief!"
With such a change, the Wu Clan, even if they were stupid, knew that these four fairy swords must have something to do with them.
Thinking that the prehistoric era was opened up by Pangu, it was obvious that these four swords were the treasures left by Pangu, and they were reserved exclusively for his own witch clan. But now they were snatched away by this black-robed thief. The anger in the eyes of the twelve ancestral witches was almost over.
Burn.
With a look of shock on his face, Luo Hu ignored the twelve ancestral witches who were charging towards him with a mad roar. He took a step forward and disappeared.
A peak quasi-sage was hiding, and he was still cultivating the soul. The twelve ancestral witches who only cultivated the body kept roaring and glaring at the surroundings, but could not find any trace of him.
"Ah!" Hou Tu, who had already broken through to the quasi-sage, grabbed a dragon not far away and grabbed a dragon directly into his hand. With a slight shake, the transformed dragon Daluo returned to a body that was tens of thousands of feet long.
He tore the Daluo dragon into two pieces, threw it into his mouth and chewed it, looking around with murderous intent.
Except for Pangu Sanqing who came to save him just now, everyone else was just watching the fun, and it would be a shame not to die!
Screams from the depths of his soul rang out from Houtu's mouth. A big Luo, who was already the top powerhouse in the prehistoric times, was eaten alive. This was definitely the worst death for a big Luo in the prehistoric times.
The other Da Luo in the distance didn't even dare to stay for a breath, for fear that the Witch Clan would catch them next.
Not even the ancestral dragon of the dragon clan dared to speak.
It's just that the witch clan at the peak of Daluo is just scary, and there are ten witch clans among the twelve ancestral witches who have broken through to the quasi-sage realm, which is already terrifying to the dragon clan.
"This thief has stolen the protective treasure of the descendants of Pangu!" Yuanshi looked into the distance with a cold face. Pangu Sanqing now had nothing in his hands. Seeing the battle just now, he reacted almost instinctively. These four
The sword was left to the Wu clan by Pangu.
The auras of the twelve ancestral witches are constantly blending, and the remaining two who have not broken through to the quasi-sage level are constantly rising and changing. Obviously, it won't be long before these two will also break through to the quasi-sage realm.
Twelve quasi-sages, or quasi-sages whose auras can be fused into one body, can also fight against the pinnacle of quasi-sages.
Of course, quasi-sage peaks must have protective treasures, but the Four Immortal Swords in Luo Hu's hands were left by Pangu to the Witch Clan, and they definitely cannot be used in battles with the Witch Clan.
Unless he wants to fight the Witch Clan empty-handed, leaving is the best choice for Luo Hu. This is also the biggest reason why Luo Hu just ignored the Witch Clan's provocation and left immediately.
"We, the witch clan, will definitely be able to find this thief and get back the treasure left by God the Father!" The twelve ancestral witches spoke at the same time, looking at Pangu Sanqing with some expectation in their eyes!