(The second volume of Hongjun's sainthood ends. The protagonist is now on. The next one is to start with the protagonist and really go his own way. Brothers, I am so grateful to Qingfeng!)

The great war in the Wanshou Mountains continues. After a long battle of the wheels, the sun gradually sets westward and the night falls, covering the whole world with a layer of gauze.

On the two wings, the three tribes took the initiative with absolute advantage and rushed all the way, and they harvested the lives of many demon beasts.

The Central Military Camp is the main force of the Demon Army, with 600,000 casual cultivators responsible for resisting the millions of Demon Army. The hardships can be imagined. In one day, the total death toll on both sides has exceeded half.

Half, more than 800,000!

This is an immeasurable loss for all forces and the prehistoric world.

Xiaolin's strange disappearance made Haotian look a little dazed, and his speed was greatly reduced unconsciously. It took a full quarter of an hour to travel 500,000 miles.

Just as Haotian arrived at the edge of the battlefield, the treasure criticism of heaven and earth jumped violently and began to warn.

"What's going on?" With a thought, Haotian and the spirit of the weapon started to communicate.

"There is an inexplicable crisis hidden under the ground, covering almost a whole radius of millions of miles." The tone of the spirit of the artifact was very solemn.

Haotian's expression changed drastically, "What!"

In the face of disgrace, Haotian decided to sneak into the ground to find out. He pinched the magic trick, merged into the earth, and rushed down at an unparalleled speed.

While diving, Haotian asked Tiandibaojian: "Why didn't you notify me before?"

"The master doesn't know that because the hiddenness of this breath is so good, I can't clearly feel it until recently." The spirit of artifact explained slowly.

"So that's it", an inexplicable divine light flashed in Haotian's eyes.

The deeper you go to the earth, the greater the resistance. Especially after entering the magma, in addition to resisting strong pressure, it also needs to resist high temperatures and ferocious beasts.

The deeper you go, the more you can feel the cold and huge aura clearly. Haotian's face became more and more serious. At the end, he was even a little horrified and murmured to himself: "Rahu, you're crazy!"

It turned out that the entire battlefield was equipped with a huge soul-devouring wheel blood array, which specifically absorbed essence, blood and essence. It can be said that except for the souls that were scattered, other cultivators who died on the battlefield were swallowed by it to increase their power.

The Soul-Devouring Wheel Blood Array is extremely domineering and can even devour the life force of living creatures, so in Haotian's opinion, Luohu is crazy!

Is Luohu really crazy? He didn't. As the saying goes, "If a man does not care for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth." In order to be able to prove the truth, he would rather kill the world, and everything is just to gain enlightenment.

Taoist people are the vague pursuit, and no one can refuse this kind of temptation.

The Soul-Devouring Wheel Blood Array has 108 array bases. Each array base is based on top acquired spiritual treasures as the array eye and the spiritual veins and mountains as the support, and gathers the power of the world of millions of miles, which cannot be defeated by human power!

"What should I do? If this formation is not eliminated, everyone will become a sacrifice to Luohu, but if they contact the array eye, they will definitely alarm Luohu. With my power, how can there be a way out of life?" Haotian was unpredictable and didn't know what to do for the moment.

Seeing that the formation became stronger and stronger, Haotian was extremely anxious and looked fierce. He gritted his teeth and took out a jade pendant from his waist, crushing it respectfully!

At the same time, on the top of the Yujing Mountain in Xikunlun, the ancestor Hongjun suddenly opened his eyes, shot out a divine light, and murmured to himself: "No, Luohu was led by my secrets and was about to meet the three of Zulong. Who else in the prehistoric world would kill him?"

The secrets of heaven are confused, but the ancestor Hongjun, who is proficient in the secret art of creation and the magical power of heaven, can still roughly speculate on good or bad luck, and the request for help from Haotian is inexplicably amazing. After all, he was his beloved disciple. The ancestor recited the magic tricks and projected the clone in an instant to go.

In less than a breath, the projection of the ancestor Hongjun appeared beside Haotian.

"Teacher, I discovered the fierce formation here. I also asked the teacher to think about the common people and break the formation." Haotian bowed gently to the projection of the ancestor.

The ancestor Hongjun looked around, looked surprised, frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Rahu has been led to the South China Sea area by his master, and he cannot escape for a short time. He can help you break this evil formation!"

After the ancestor finished speaking, he waved his hand to bring in a clear air of creation. He closed his eyes and recited the mantras lightly. After a moment, he smiled gently and pointed to the south, saying, "A hundred thousand miles south of this place, there is a wave of eyes that can be broken."

When Haotian heard this, he turned into a stream of light and penetrated into the surrounding rock formations.

But in half an hour, Haotian returned to the ancestor and only held a small flag wrapped in black air in his hand.

"These spiritual treasures are forged by the best innate materials. You can collect them temporarily and then refine them later." The ancestor glanced at the black flag of the acquired spiritual treasure level and said with a smile.

Next, the ancestor told the detected array eye positions in the form of secret techniques one by one. In one day, Haotian collected ninety acquired spiritual treasure-level array flags. This is a huge wealth. It should be noted that there are thousands of cultivators in the prehistoric land, but only those who possess acquired spiritual treasures are powerful in the Daluo realm.

When he returned to the ancestor again, Haotian saw that the Taoist Hongjun looked solemn and seemed to hesitate, he asked, "Master, there are still eighteen digits, how should he collect them?"

The ancestor's eyes flashed and he whispered: "The last eighteen spiritual treasures are the foundation of the Soul-Devouring Wheel Blood Array, and they all reached the level of the low-grade innate spiritual treasures. And each spiritual treasure has a trace of Luohu Yuanling attached, which is probably a bit difficult?"

"What does Master mean?" Haotian asked.

"The spiritual treasures are not collected for the time being, but a ban must be set up around the spiritual treasures. One is to block Luohu's spiritual connection, and the other is to break the absorption effect of the formation." The ancestor's face remained unchanged and he slowly spoke out the solution.

"Disciple Tianyan's formation is not strong, but I will bother Master." Haotian responded softly.

The ancestor shook his head slightly and sighed: "Rahu and I are born with old enemies. My breath will inevitably alarm his Yuanling. I will give you the method of setting up a formation. You should do your best."

As he spoke, he leaned his fingers and a stream of light penetrated into Haotian's mind, and countless information appeared out of thin air in the soul space.

After the spiritual consciousness was activated, he browsed the required formations. Haotian sighed: "What a wonderful formation, it can actually isolate the connection between the master and the spiritual weapon without letting the master notice it. It's amazing!"

For some time after that, Haotian comprehended the formation under the ground in order to seal the Luohu formation.

On the ground, there is a sense of fighting, and the vast scene shocks ancient and modern times.

Especially the left and right wings, under the leadership of the elders of the three clans, all resistance was destroyed, and every moment the demon cultivator turned into nothingness.

The war in the central army was not optimistic, after all, it was at a disadvantage in terms of number of people. Fortunately, Sanqing and others were extremely powerful and barely restrained more than 100,000 soldiers. The team of casual cultivators was not without resistance, but had few systematic training and poor organizational discipline, and they were slightly inferior.

Among the scattered cultivators, a giant beast was extremely powerful. Under its rushing rush, the demon cultivators were attacked into slag powder. It was Haotian mount Thunder. Thunder is a divine beast that combines three magical powers, devouring and earth-based magical powers. Its magical powers are extraordinary and saints. On the battlefield, the original ferociousness is stimulated. Wherever it passes, the earth shakes and the mountains spread, and the electricity spreads. In a moment, hundreds of demon cultivators were annihilated, which is simply a peerless evil god!

Not only Thunder is outstanding, but other monks also show their magical powers. Kunlun Three Pure Land is the most conspicuous, and the formation is united. No demon general is an enemy of one unit, looking down on the battlefield, slaughtering the demon gods, making the demon generals so angry that they grit their teeth.

Heroes appear in troubled times. Everyone’s performance on the battlefield will not be described in detail for the time being, and they will turn their attention to the South China Sea.

The South China Sea is vast and has many sea beasts, and few monks develop there. It can be said that at present, the South China Sea is still the power territory of the ferocious beast sea clan.

In the depths of the South China Sea, a stunning war is taking place at this moment. Both sides of the war are extremely powerful, and the energy fluctuations of heart palpitations can be felt from hundreds of miles away.

At the center of energy fluctuations, four figures leading to heaven and earth stand tall in the void.

"Zulong, I think that it is not easy for you to practice. As long as you hand over the Tai Chi diagram, I can spare your life with anger?" The ancestor Luohu hid in the thick black halo and looked at the Pangu banner in the Zulong's hand. A greedy look flashed by.

Pangu Banner, one of the holy artifacts for opening the sky, is transformed by Pangu Axe for opening the sky. It is extremely powerful and is the most advanced innate treasure.

According to legend, there are ten directions under the Great Dao. In the world, each rule has a treasure to suppress. The Pangu Banner is the highest holy weapon that destroys the rules.

The rules of breaking are extremely powerful among the ten rules. For Luohu, the temptation is no less than the God-killing Gun.

Opposite Luohu, three figures stood in the wind, one in the middle, with a strong and majestic man, the Lord of the Dragon Clan, the Nine-Clawed Ancestral Dragon. Beside him, the leader of the Phoenix Clan, was naturally the Immortal Phoenix and the Lord of the Qilin, the Five Elements Qilin.

A powerful man in the late stage of the quasi-saint and two powerful men in the middle stage of the quasi-saint, this combination is powerful, but at this time, besides the Ancestral Dragon, Phoenix and Qilin looked pale and were quite nervous.

It’s not that Zulong is not afraid, but that the small banner in his hand gave him infinite strength and confidence. Pangu Banner was in his hand and felt passionate. He wanted to be higher than the heaven and earth. When facing Luohu, who was in the Great Perfection, he was still not afraid of danger.

Luohu raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling that things were a little tricky. To be honest, Luohu was the best in the universe and the three ancestors would definitely lose, but if there were strange treasures like Pangu Banner to help, the number of winners and losses would be different.

The will of the quasi-saint's Great Perfection cannot be violated. Faced with existences below the quasi-saint, you often have to dominate everything with only one thought, with unlimited magic power, infinite magic power, and infinite power. However, in the quasi-saint realm, what is compared is the perception of the way of heaven and the power of equipment.

"Why didn't Hongjun come? Or was he hiding in the dark?" Ancestor Luohu was not worried about the three people in front of him, but the ancestor Hongjun, the supreme generation of creation.

For a long time, Luohu regarded himself as the Lord of Killing, Lord of Destruction and Lord of Demonic Way, although he knew clearly that his own realm was not enough to be called Supreme.

The so-called Supreme Master, the highest achiever in one aspect at that time, surpassed the Grand Master in any aspect, but he was still a little different from the Supreme Master.

The three Zulong and the other two, regardless of Luohu's gloomy face, quickly sacrificed the original spirit beads and stood in the position of the three talents. During the transformation of magic tricks, the entire space exuded endless oppression, firming Luohu in place.

The ancestor Luohu in the black fog laughed sarcastically and opened his mouth and spit out a huge and endless power of destruction filled the entire space domain in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, a "creaking" sound sounded in the nearby area, and time and space began to vibrate violently...

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Chapter completed!