Chapter 26 Luo Hou is not dead
Chapter 26 Luo Hou is not dead
In the Chaos Realm, Zixiao Palace.
The hall is vast and endless, and the void is filled with fairy air, reflecting countless amazing visions.
On the three-foot-high Taoist platform, Hongjun's figure suddenly disappeared.
In one step, the person has teleported to the fetal membrane of the primitive world, gazing at the endless primitive world.
As soon as his voice came out, between heaven and earth, thousands of golden lights rolled red neon, and thousands of auspicious auras emitted purple mist.
"This Saint has found out that Luohou is not dead. All living beings should not pay attention. If someone changes into this Saint's appearance and pretends to be this Saint, it must be him."
Having said this, Hongjun's tone was as cold as an iceberg, pouring away.
"Listen, Luohou. The devil is one foot high, but the Tao is ten feet higher."
"I can kill you once, and I can kill you a second time."
All living beings fell silent upon hearing this. In that year's battle between Taoism and the Devil, that final battle blew up billions of miles of spiritual veins in the western land.
Finally, Hongjun proclaimed himself the ancestor and defeated all the enemies in the prehistoric world.
Thinking about it now, it still makes me feel a lot of emotion.
As everyone looked up at the sky, they saw Hongjun's body gradually expand, and finally turned into a huge giant, with his upper body extending above the blue sky. He looked at all the races in the world, and said calmly: "Look at this world today, who is the one that controls it?"
The countless powerful beings were terrified, and then they all reacted and hurriedly knelt down to kowtow to this huge and mysterious figure.
At the same time, at the southernmost tip of the prehistoric world, above the endless mountains, everywhere you looked was red fire.
The flames burned brightly and seemed to never go out.
Endless towering paulownia trees with lush branches and leaves cover the sky and block out the sun, and magnificent palaces are built on them.
This place is called the Immortal Volcano and is the habitat of the Phoenix clan.
After Pangu created the world, the immortal fire spirit fell between heaven and earth, turned into an immortal volcano, and then formed a mountain range stretching for billions of miles.
The first creature born was the ancestor of the phoenix, Yuan Feng.
He discovered that as long as a member of the Phoenix clan still had a wisp of true spirit left, they could be reborn in Nirvana in this Immortal Volcano.
Therefore, he led the Phoenix clan and survived here for endless periods of time.
At this moment, in the central area covered by thousands of paulownia trees, there is a paulownia tree with innate spiritual roots. In a palace with raging flames on the tree, there is a figure sitting cross-legged, emitting wisps of demonic flames all over his body.
Phoenix is a collective name, the male is called phoenix and the female is called huang.
The 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 moment, he let out a strange laugh, his voice was hoarse and gloomy.
With a smile, the demonic flames on Yuan Feng's body became more violent, and the monstrous black air instantly filled the entire palace.
"Will Hongjun, this old eel, also be countered one day?"
"He is as cunning and treacherous as the sea. The Taoist friend who fought back against him should be worshipped by me, Luohou!"
"This man is definitely not like those guys who can only kowtow nowadays. He can be called a hero!"
"I have a grudge against Hongjun for blocking the Dao. Daoist friend, Luohou will take the blame for you."
After Luohou finished speaking, he burst into a hearty laugh, showing his carefree and unconcerned spirit, as well as his ability to control the world.
Back then, he secretly arranged for the three tribes of dragon, phoenix and unicorn to attack each other.
The purpose is to unify the destiny of the ancient world, use great destiny to cut off one's own shackles, and use one's own magic to enter the realm of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.
Unexpectedly, while the mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole is behind it.
When he was about to destroy the dragon, phoenix and unicorn tribes, Hongjun appeared with three reincarnated demon gods.
The result was that the true spirit almost disappeared, and a wisp of the remaining true spirit escaped into the Immortal Volcano.
However, to this day, Luohu does not think that he has lost!
Because at the final moment, he felt the will of heaven condensing on Hongjun.
It was not a crime of war, but God wanted to kill Luohou! Hongjun cultivated the immortal way, while Luohou cultivated the devil way.
The immortal way has a majestic aura, the universe is vast in the pot, and the sun and moon are long in the wine, which is suitable for educating all living beings and uniting all races.
The people of the devil's way have a unique style. They walk like a galloping mountain king and lie down like a stretched dragon.
Ultimately, the will of heaven chose Xiandao as the spokesperson for the prehistoric world.
And at this moment, Yuan Feng's voice rang out again.
But this time, it was not as hoarse and gloomy as before, but a normal young man's voice.
But the tone sounded extremely angry and manic.
"Luo Hou, you must leave my body immediately! If you take control of my body again, I will explode myself and we will be separated!"
This is Yuan Feng's true spirit, which briefly takes control of the body.
The true spirit of the Demon Ancestor Luohu is corrosive and has extremely strong penetrating power. Therefore, after so many years of dormancy, that wisp of true spirit has already been within the sea of consciousness, suppressing Yuan Feng's true spirit and causing him to fall into a disadvantage repeatedly.
Over the years, Yuan Feng has rarely been sober.
"Yuan Feng, if you really had this kind of blood, it wouldn't be Zulong who dominated the prehistoric world, but you."
Luohou regained control of his body and laughed loudly.
In the sea of consciousness, Yuan Feng's true spirit was forced into a corner by the evil spirit, feeling grief-stricken, angry and helpless.
However, self-destruction was just his threat, but he didn't expect that Luohou was not afraid at all.
After a long time, there was silence in the palace.
And the vast world outside gradually became quiet again with the disappearance of Hongjun.
Time is like a sharp knife, which can easily fly out of its sheath, cutting through mountains, rivers, valleys and roads without leaving their original tracks, and the sun, moon and stars cycle and change.
Two thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.
There is still one thousand years before Hongjun preaches.
In the Penglai Fairy Island, Ling Xiao had already refined twelve drops of the Ancestral Witch's blood.
After some inspection, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the defense of his physical body was comparable to that of a top-grade innate spiritual treasure.
Even if it were blessed by the two great laws, its defensiveness could be comparable to that of an innate treasure.
How terrifying is this?
In other words, a group of powerful people using top-grade innate spiritual treasures to attack him is like a mosquito scratching an itch...
In addition, the attack ability of the physical body is also terrifying. Every punch Ling Xiao throws out is packed with the attacking 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 magical weapons and treasures in the perfect world would be vulnerable in front of the top-grade innate spiritual treasures.
This is the horror of the fusion of twelve drops of the Ancestral Witch's heart blood.
Every punch and kick can be mixed with the magical powers of various ancient witches. The twelve great magical powers have been integrated into his flesh, blood, and bones.
"I cultivate the Way of the Primordial Chaos, and ultimately I will attain the status of a Great Saint."
"When I go to Zixiao Palace a thousand years later, even if all the powerful ones attack me together, I can suppress them in a snap of my fingers."
Ling Xiao murmured calmly, but he did not become proud of it. He continued to return to the retreat room to practice the magical powers and spells contributed by many powerful people.
To show your true self, you must be fully prepared.
Time passed, and a thousand years later, the day of preaching in Zixiao Palace arrived.
Jie Yin and Zhunti came out of retreat one after another, with the might of the Golden Immortal condensed around their bodies.
Ling Xiao walked out of the retreat room, took his two brothers with him, and each flew onto the back of a real dragon, rushing towards the chaos outside the domain.
(End of this chapter)