"The three Xiantian tribes have formed an alliance with the Wu tribe. How are you going to deal with it?" Luo Hu, who was standing on the top of Mount Sumeru in black, looked towards the direction of Mount Yujing with a sneer on his face.
Among the Chaos Demon Gods, Hongjun is the most insidious and the one with the most schemes.
The Wu Clan was supposed to be born together with the Sanqing, but it has been banned until now, just to provoke the conflict between the Wu Clan and the three Xiantian Clan, and form a new catastrophe of heaven and earth.
Only during the great catastrophe of heaven and earth can there be enough merit to allow the quasi-sage to break through Hunyuan at the peak.
Similarly, only a new catastrophe of heaven and earth can allow the Four Swords of Zhu Xian to absorb enough tribulation energy to complete the transformation.
But now that Tianji is in chaos, and the Wu clan has formed an alliance with the three Xiantian clans, Hongjun's original plan has completely failed.
If Hongjun doesn't have a new plan, he will take action on his own.
Zhao Wenjing sat quietly outside Pangu Palace, while a group of Wu children played around Zhao Wen.
Looking at the strange-looking children around him, Zhao Wen looked into the distance.
He didn’t know where the Demon Ancestor Rahu was in Mount Sumeru, the Ancestor Hongjun was in Mount Yujing, the Ancestor Yin Yang, the Ancestor Qian Kun, and the Great Immortal Yang Mei were.
But the problem is that both Yujing Mountain and Sumeru Mountain are hidden in the void, and he doesn't know the specific location.
Hou Yi took a careful look at Zhao Wen. This older brother who looked similar to him liked to sit among a group of children but never spoke.
But he knew that this big brother was very important to the witch clan, and even the twelve ancestral witches attached great importance to him.
The space in front of him fluctuated, and fifteen figures seemed to walk out of the space directly and appeared in front of Zhao Wen.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the three patriarchs all looked depressed. After searching for several years, they could not find any trace of the Chaos Demon God.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they might have thought that the Chaos Demon God was just a legend and had never appeared in the world at all.
"Bang!" The space in the distance seemed to split open, and a giant dragon tens of thousands of feet long fell heavily and landed in front of the Wu tribe, causing a group of Wu tribe to scream in surprise.
"Black Dragon Aotian!" Ancestral Dragon roared angrily and appeared at the location where the space above was split. The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the other two clan leaders appeared at the same time, focusing on the location just now.
But it was as if everything was an illusion, the space in front of him did not change at all, and he did not sense any other breath.
Looking at the huge body of the black dragon below, everyone's expressions were extremely ugly.
If the Ancestral Dragon were not here today, and the Black Dragon suddenly fell, it would definitely become the food of the Wu Clan, and then there would definitely be a conflict between the Dragon Clan and the Wu Clan.
"We can't continue searching. We will never be able to detect a quasi-sage peak that we want to hide!" Zu Qilin said with certainty.
For such a long time, they have searched all over the ancient world but found nothing. This shows that they do not want to see me at all, and it also shows the gap in strength between the two sides.
If you continue to search, there won't be any difference from now.
"Cultivation, we must practice. They have no potential. Unless there is a big change in the ancient world, it will never be possible to break through Hunyuan, but we still have enough room for growth!"
Zu Feng had a determined look on his face: "I won't believe it until everyone breaks through to the quasi-sage stage, and I won't be able to find them yet!"
"A group of ants also want to defy heaven?" A voice that seemed to smell like blood appeared.
"Ouch!" Zulong roared angrily, and revealed its true form, which was hundreds of thousands of feet long, and grabbed the quasi-sage in black who suddenly appeared.
"Death!" The twelve ancestral witches were like giants standing tall on the sky and the earth, and the twelve laws completely enveloped the quasi-sage in black.
Zu Qilin and Zu Feng attacked directly from the upper and lower directions. In just a moment, the surrounding space was broken into countless pieces.
Zhao Wen sent all the Wu clan into Pangu Palace as quickly as possible. In order to avoid suspicion, he stood at the door of Pangu Palace and looked at the sky.
The power of destruction completely shrouded Pangu Palace, and the huge body of the black dragon turned into nothingness visible to the naked eye.
Huge shock waves continued to fly around, and each shock wave made the entire prehistoric world tremble slightly.
But all the power was blocked by Pangu Palace.
Each of the witch clans looked at Zhao Wen with gratitude. In the face of such power, if Zhao Wen had slowed down even a little bit, no one in the entire witch clan would have survived except for the twelve ancestral witches.
Zhao Wen frowned and his face became increasingly ugly. The fifteen quasi-sages were completely at a disadvantage facing Demon Ancestor Luohu and could only passively defend themselves.
This time, Demon Ancestor Luohu did not use the Four Swords of Killing Immortals. He only responded with the Law of Destruction, but he still suppressed the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the three clan leaders.
Demon Ancestor Luo Hu has such strength. Ancestor Hongjun, Ancestor Yin Yang, Ancestor Qian Kun, and Great Immortal Yang Mei are all at the pinnacle of quasi-sages, so they must also have such strength.
"The water in the prehistoric world is too deep!" Zhao Wen secretly said to himself.
He did not think that the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Innate Clans could break through to the Quasi-Sacred Stage in a short period of time.
In Zhao Wen's opinion, instead of looking forward to these few, he might as well look forward to Pangu Sanqing to see when he will break through to the quasi-sage realm.
One attack and one defense are two innate treasures, and you are innately invincible.
I am afraid that only after Pangu Sanqing breaks through can they take advantage in such a battle.
"Why haven't Sanqing come over yet?" Zulong, covered in scars, roared angrily.
Under the powerful law of destruction, Zulong's huge body is like a target, but without fighting in its original form, the combat effectiveness of the innate Taoist body is at least half weaker.
Facing a quasi-sage at the pinnacle, daring not to go all out is simply asking for death.
"Did Sanqing lie to us?" Gonggong roared. His body, which was 10,000 feet in size, was broken everywhere. If it weren't for the Wu clan's tenacious vitality, would such injuries be inflicted on others, let alone continue to fight? Would they be able to survive?
It’s all two things.
During the alliance, the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the three Xiantian clans all went to see Sanqing, and Sanqing also promised that as long as there is a battle, Sanqing will definitely support them.
But now, the two sides are fighting so hard that there may not be any life around Pangu Palace for a long time, and even the earth veins have been beaten to pieces.
If the Wu Clan can survive this calamity, they must move out from the place of their birth.
Hearing the roar from above, Zhao Wen had doubts in his eyes, Sanqing would never be so unwise.
But why hasn’t it appeared yet?
"Buzz!"
A huge pagoda shadow appeared, protecting the three clan leaders and the twelve ancestral witches at the same time. I waved gently, and the Chaos Bell in Tongtian's hand hit Luo Hu straight away.
"Have you broken through to the quasi-sage realm?"
Luo Hu spoke for the first time after appearing and looked at Sanqing with a bit of surprise on his face.
If he remembered correctly, Sanqing was severely cheated by Hongjun, and he probably had no chance to grow up in a short period of time.
But now, I have obviously broken through to the quasi-sage realm.
With the Three Pure Ones in One, the other two will surely break through soon.
Although Sanqing would not be regarded as a threat, combined with the pile of ants in front of him, it is more or less a small trouble.
"Give Sanqing some face and spare you today!" He glanced at the twelve ancestral witches and saw that these twelve barbarians were bent on grabbing the Immortal Killing Sword from his hands.
If he hadn't been protected by the merits of Pangu Kaitian, he would have killed all twelve barbarians long ago.
I think today was enough for them to know the difference between them.
Completely ignoring the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Innate Patriarchs, as well as ignoring the Chaos Bell that crashed into it, Luo Hu stepped forward and disappeared in an instant as if he merged into the space.
"Instead of searching everywhere, it is better to improve your own strength. If we all break through to the Quasi-Sacred Stage, why should we be afraid of being frightened by a group of axes!" I looked at the disabled Twelve Ancestral Witches and the three patriarchs and sighed softly to advise.
If these people hadn't caused the trouble, why would he have brought his two younger brothers who were in seclusion to come to the rescue.
Of course, what's more important is that these people can distract the Chaos Demon God before Sanqing has grown up, allowing Sanqing enough time to grow.
As one of the Three Pure Ones of Pangu, I have always been confident that if he had not been born too late, the prehistoric world would have respected the Three Pure Ones.
"Why didn't the others show up?" Zhao Wen secretly asked himself.
The three Xiantian tribes and the Wu tribe were so obviously targeting several quasi-sage peaks. If it were him, he would have to kill them all.
But now, only Luohu appeared, appeared for a while like a joke, and left immediately after Sanqing appeared. This is not normal.
"They have scruples!" A thought suddenly popped up, and Zhao Wen's eyes lit up. He now wanted to know what these top experts were scruples about.
Deep down in his heart, he also hopes to give the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the three innate tribes more time to grow.
But it is necessary to find out the reasons instead of relying on other people's concerns.
"What are the top powerhouses like Demon Ancestor Luohu, Ancestor Hongjun, Ancestor Yin Yang, Ancestor Qiankun, and Immortal Yang Mei worried about?"
"In other words, what do the three Xiantian clans and the Wu clan have in common?"
One reason after another flashed through Zhao Wen's mind.
"The merits, the three innate clans and the witch clan all have merits. They are worried about the karma after killing them. These people have conflicts with each other. The biggest opponent is not the three innate clans and the twelve ancestral witches, but
each other!"
"As long as they are one step behind others, they will die. This is their biggest worry!"
After understanding the reason, Zhao Wen suddenly felt confident that in a short period of time, at least before he left, the Wu clan and the three Xiantian clans would still have the opportunity to grow.
If you seize the opportunity, you may not be able to kill one.
"For the innate treasure, even taking a little risk is not unacceptable!" Zhao Wen's eyes flashed with determination.
Seeing that Sanqing and others above him had fallen to the ground, Zhao Wen stepped forward and came to Sanqing: "Disciple Zhao Wen pays homage to Master and Uncle!"
"Get up, your strength has improved rapidly recently, and it seems you are still comfortable outside!" Seeing Zhao Wen's great improvement in strength, Tongtian burst out laughing. This was a disciple whom he had personally taught, and his face shone brightly as his strength increased.
"Good luck, disciple!"
The body of a golden dragon, plus the bones of the Wu clan, and the spiritual fruits grown one after another in the herbal classics, were all filled by Zhao Wen into his Daluo world. In terms of energy accumulation, it is now unprecedented.
But no one can compare with Zhao Wen's speed.
However, with outsiders around, this naturally cannot be said. The Three Purities have reached their peak, and they are only a little short of enlightenment. However, the three innate tribes and the twelve ancestral witches have just broken through not long ago, but it is the time when energy is most needed.
Laozi and Yuanshi also looked at Zhao Wen with approval. Now that the Three Pure Ones are one, there is no difference between Tongtian's disciples and his own disciples. Not to mention that Zhao Wen also has the realm of Daluo. Some of the monks of his generation are nothing more than that.
realm.
The Three Pure Ones and Laozi's breakthrough meant that Yuanshi and Tongtian were about to break through, so naturally they would not stay any longer. After giving Zhao Wen a few words, he left.
Zu Long, Zu Feng and Zu Qilin looked at each other, sighed and left.
The fifteen quasi-sages were no match for him in the early stage. Obviously, he did not intend to kill him now, and naturally he had no intention of gathering together and continuing to search.
What the three patriarchs are most anxious about now is to improve their own strength.
Sanqing is about to break through the Quasi-Sage. He just made a teasing move, but he couldn't deal with it. It can be seen from the other party's attitude that compared to his fifteen Quasi-Sages, the other party is obviously more scrupulous about Sanqing.
Two innate treasures, one for attack and one for defense, make the Three Pure Ones invincible. If they don't improve their strength and wait until all Three Pure Ones break through, how will they be able to raise their heads and speak in front of the Three Pure Ones?
Naturally, the same was true for the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and they all scattered away with fire in their eyes.
Unlike the Xiantian Tribe, which requires insights into their strength to break through, the Witch Clan's breakthrough requires a lot of nutrients and opponents of sufficient strength.
The battles between ancestral witches are enough to hone themselves, but nutrients need to be found from outside.
This time the ancestral witch leaves, the subordinate races of the three innate tribes will inevitably be in a state of chaos.
But with the arrogance of the witch ancestors, Sanqing, who is also a descendant of Pangu, can take a high look. As for the three Xiantian tribes, they are just a group of food, so how can they care about each other's opinions.
Being able to avoid killing the three Xiantian clans is already magnanimous.
Zhao Wen flew straight towards the west with a leisurely expression.
His target is the junction of east and west.
This place is often ignored by the prehistoric monks. No one knows that here is not only Zhen Yuanzi, the pinnacle quasi-sage of the future prehistoric era, but also Hongyun Patriarch who advances and retreats with Zhen Yuanzi.
But everyone has completely forgotten that the cave where Lantern is located is also at the junction of east and west.
When Hongjun preached, the lamp could not reach the realm of Daluo. Now it is the period of the Xiantian Tribe, and at most it can only reach the realm of Taiyi.
Regarding Ran Deng's Taoist heart, although he sighed, he didn't care. What he really cared about was that the Hongmeng Heavenly Ruler was related to Ran Deng. The earth lamp among the three lanterns of heaven, earth and man was the companion spiritual treasure of Ran Deng.
Of course, he didn't come here just to look for burning lanterns and treasures.
The ginseng fruit tree is the innate spiritual root of the five elements. The higher the world level, the greater the potential of the innate spiritual root of the five elements.
Now that I have come to Honghuang, I naturally want to give it a try and see if the good old man Zhen Yuanzi is willing to give him a branch of the ginseng fruit tree.
With Zhen Yuanzi's personality, even if he was unwilling, Zhao Wen didn't think he would be in any danger!
