Chapter 26 Luo Hu is really not dead
In the realm of chaos, Zixiao Palace.
The vastness of the hall is endless, and the immortal energy in the void reflects thousands of amazing phenomena.
On the three-foot platform, Hongjun's figure suddenly disappeared.
In one step, the person has teleported to the fetal membrane of the prehistoric world, looking at the endless prehistoric world.
As soon as his voice came out, between heaven and earth, thousands of golden lights rolled red, and thousands of auspicious energy sprayed purple mist.
"This sage has found out that Rahu is not dead. All sentient beings should not pay attention. If anyone changes into the appearance of this sage and pretends to be my name, it must be him."
When he said this, Hongjun's tone poured out like an iceberg of cold air.
"Listen, Luohu, the devil is as high as one foot, and the Tao is as high as one foot."
"I can kill you once, and I can kill you a second time."
All sentient beings were as silent as cicadas after hearing this. The final battle of the Dao-Demon War broke out hundreds of millions of miles of spiritual veins in the western land.
In the end, Hongjun was honored as his ancestor and defeated all the invincible enemies.
Now that I think about it, it still makes me very emotional.
As the sentient beings looked towards the sky, they saw Hongjun's body gradually expanding, and finally turned into a giant, with his upper body extending to the sky. He could see all the races in the world, and he could see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance. He said calmly: "Jun Look at the world today, who owns the world? ”
The endless powerful people were panic-stricken, and then they all reacted and hurriedly knelt down to worship this mysterious and huge figure.
At the same time, in the southernmost part of the wilderness, above the endless mountains, as far as the eye could see, there were red fires.
The fire burned brightly and seemed to never die out.
Endless towering plane trees, with lush branches and leaves, covering the sky and the sun, with gorgeous palaces built one after another on them.
This place is called the Immortal Volcano and is the habitat of the Phoenix Clan.
After Pangu opened the sky, the immortal fire spirit fell between heaven and earth, turning into an immortal volcano, and then stretched over hundreds of millions of miles of mountains.
The first creature born was the ancestor of the Phoenix, Yuan Feng.
He discovered that as long as the Phoenix tribe's creatures still have a ray of true spirit, they can be reborn in this immortal volcano and reach Nirvana.
Therefore, leading the Phoenix clan, the Endless Yuanhui survives here.
At this moment, in the center covered by thousands of sycamore trees, there was a sycamore tree with innate spiritual roots. In a palace filled with flames, there was a figure sitting cross-legged, exuding wisps of magic flames.
Phoenix is a collective name, the male is called Feng and the female is called Huang.
This figure sitting cross-legged is obviously a handsome man, but his current condition does not seem to be very good, and his expression is sometimes painful and sometimes excited.
At this time, he let out a weird laugh, his voice was hoarse and gloomy.
With a smile, the demonic flames all over Yuan Feng became more raging, and the black energy instantly filled the entire palace.
"Hongjun, this old cricket, will one day be counterattacked?"
"He is as scheming as the sea, cunning and cunning. The fellow Taoist who resists him should be worshiped by me, Rahu!"
"This person is by no means a hero like these guys who can only kowtow!"
"I and Na Hongjun have a grudge against each other for blocking the road. Fellow Taoist, Luo Hu has taken the blame for you."
After Luo Hu finished speaking, he let out a burst of heroic laughter, showing his informality and swallowing up the atmosphere of heaven and earth.
I remember that at the beginning, he secretly arranged for the three clans of dragon, phoenix and unicorn to attack each other.
The purpose is to unify the prehistoric destiny, use the great destiny to cut off his own shackles, and use his own demonic way to enter the realm of Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal.
I never thought that when the mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole stalks behind.
When he was about to destroy the three clans of dragon, phoenix and unicorn, Hongjun appeared with three reincarnated demon gods.
As a result, the true spirit almost disappeared into thin air, and a trace of the true spirit remained escaped into the immortal volcano.
However, to this day, Luo Hu does not think that he has lost!
Because at the last moment, he felt the will of heaven condense on Hongjun.
If it is not a crime of war, God will destroy him Rahu! Hongjun cultivated the immortal way, and Luo Hu cultivated the demonic way.
The atmosphere of the Immortal Way is majestic, the universe is vast in the pot, and the sun and moon are long in the wine. It is suitable for educating all living beings and uniting all races.
People of the Demonic Way have a unique style, walking like a galloping tiger and lying like a stretched out dragon.
In the end, the will of Heaven chose Immortal Dao as the spokesman for the prehistoric times.
At this moment, Yuan Feng's voice sounded again.
But this time, it was not as hoarse and gloomy as before, but a normal voice of a young man.
But his tone sounded extremely angry and manic.
"Rahu, please leave my body quickly! If you take control of my body again, I will explode my body and we will be separated!"
This was Yuan Feng's true spirit, which briefly took control of the body.
The true spirit of Demon Ancestor Luohu is corrosive and has extremely powerful penetrating power. Therefore, after so many years of dormancy, that ray of true spirit has been in the sea of consciousness, suppressing Yuan Feng's true spirit and frequently falling into disadvantage. .
After so many years, Yuanfeng has had very few sober moments.
"Yuanfeng, if you really had such a bloody spirit, it would not have been the Ancestral Dragon that dominated the ancient times, but you."
Luo Hu once again took control of his body and let out a burst of laughter.
In the sea of consciousness, Yuan Feng's true spirit was forced into a corner by the demonic energy, feeling helpless and sad.
However, self-destruction was just a threat from him, but unexpectedly, Luo Hu was not afraid at all.
After a long time, there was silence in the palace.
And the wild world outside gradually became peaceful again with the disappearance of Hongjun.
Time is like a sharp knife that unsheathes accidentally. The mountains and river valleys it cuts are no longer the same as before. The sun, moon and stars change in cycles.
Two thousand years passed by in the blink of an eye.
There is still a thousand years until the day when Hongjun preaches.
In Penglai Immortal Island, Ling Xiao has already refined twelve drops of the ancestral witch's blood.
After some tests, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the physical defense was comparable to the best innate spiritual treasures.
Even if it is blessed with two great laws, it can be comparable to the defensive properties of the innate treasure.
How terrifying is this?
It's like saying that when a group of powerful people hit him with the best innate spiritual treasures, it was like a mosquito tickling him...
In addition, the physical attack ability is also terrifying. Any punch Ling Xiao throws out will contain the offensive power of the best innate spiritual treasure.
That is the best innate spiritual treasure!
Even if one could cover the sky with one hand, all kinds of divine weapons and treasures in the perfect world would still be vulnerable to the best innate spiritual treasures.
This is the horror that combines twelve drops of the heart blood of the ancestral witch.
Every punch and kick can be mixed with the magical powers of various ancestral witches. The twelve great magical powers have been integrated into his flesh and bones.
"I practice the Way of Hunyuan, and I will eventually achieve the status of a saint on the Great Way."
"Thousands of years later, during my trip to Zixiao Palace, even if all the great powers attack me together, they can be suppressed at the snap of a finger."
Ling Xiao murmured calmly, but he was not proud of it and continued to return to the retreat room to practice many magical powers contributed by powerful people.
To show your true self to others, you must be fully prepared.
Time goes by, and a thousand years later, the day of preaching in Zixiao Palace has arrived.
The Yin and Zhunti came out of seclusion one after another, their whole bodies condensed with the power of Daluo Jinxian.
Ling Xiao walked out of the retreat room, took the two brothers, each flew on the back of the real dragon, and rushed towards the chaos outside the territory.
(End of chapter)