Thousand years passed quickly. At this time, except for the creatures of the three tribes, the other vassal races in the prehistoric world were almost dead and seemed extremely empty.

On the central continent of prehistoric times,

"Zulong, I didn't expect that the moment of our decisive battle would come so quickly. I remember that we had resisted the ferocious beasts together back then. It was really like smoke!"

Feng Zu sighed,

Standing in the air are the highest combat power of the three clans, Fengzu, Phoenixzu, Zuqilin, Moqilin, Zulong, Zhulong, and Yinglong. Below are the creatures of the three clans, divided into three camps, led by the elders of each clan.

Zulong also sighed when he heard this.

The three clans were indeed the best alliances, because the three clans were made up of their common enemy, ferocious beasts, but since the beast king's samsara and Shen Ni were killed, the ferocious beasts were quickly destroyed.

The conflicts between the three tribes are getting bigger and bigger. Apart from Luohu's secret plot, the power of the three tribes is getting bigger and bigger, and the other two tribes are less able to withstand them.

It can be said that even without Luohu, the decisive battle between the three tribes is inevitable, but it is not as fast as it is now.

"It's useless to say more. There can only be one master in the prehistoric world. My dragon clan is the most powerful. Let's fight today!"

Zulong, who had sighed for a while, said firmly,

He is not alone, and there is a huge ethnic group behind him, so he must consider the ethnic group.

"Fight!"

Zu Qilin also shouted loudly. He was the only leader of the three tribes, and he was still in the late stage of the Hunyuan Jinxian. The Qilin clan is also the weakest, but the dragon clan is stronger.

The Phoenix Clan will still join forces with the Qilin Clan, and four people besiege Zulong and three people.

As the battle above began, a battle broke out below, and the Dragon Clan was the largest. The clan alone had nearly 5 billion, and was also besieged by the Phoenix Clan and the Kirin Clan.

The final outcome of the battle is still the top combat power. A Hunyuan Golden Immortal can kill hundreds of millions of ordinary creatures with a wave of his hand, so it is a decisive battle between the three tribes, and it can be said to be a decisive battle between the top leaders of the three tribes.

The Zulong was not inferior to the attacks of Zu Qilin and Fengzu. Facing the attacks of the dragon balls, the dragon balls protected the whole body, and the dragon spear dance was airtight, but instead had the opportunity to counterattack from time to time.

The Phoenix Ancestor fights Zhulong, but the Zhulong is under the upper hand, and the Zhulong is not able to fight back.

Mo Qilin was defeated by Yinglong. Mo Qilin had just broken through, but Yinglong had experienced many battles and would inevitably be defeated after a long time.

"Hurry up, the faster you die, the better, haha,"

The top leaders of the three clans above were fighting in full swing, and Luohu, who was hiding below, was enjoying the view. After this decisive battle between the three clans, the nutrients for the Zhuxian Sword Formation were gathered. Luohu was very happy now.

Dragon tribe land,

An uninvited guest came at this time, and the left-behind person immediately stepped forward to interrogate.

"Who is coming? Trespassing into the holy land of our dragon clan!"

"Haha, are there only so many people left in the huge dragon clan?"

The visitor did not answer, and looked at the Dragon Clan's land. It was much worse than the last time he came. There were only four children of the Dragon Clan from Taiyi Jinxian. The rest were shrimp soldiers and crab generals, and their cultivation was pitiful.

The one who came was the Chaos Taoist. The three tribes fought and there was a Taoist in the Divine Banner there. I was preparing to plunder the Dragon Clan’s treasure house. The Dragon Clan loved treasures and must have a lot of collections.

"If you don't retreat quickly, when my ancestor returns, you will die and die!"

When the four of them saw that the Chaos Taoist ignored him, they said furiously.

"Ancestral Dragon? I guess I won't come back! Haha, I wonder who you are?"

The Chaos Taoist did not have the same knowledge as the younger generation, and asked with a smile.

"I am Ao Guang. At this time, my three brothers, Ao Qin, Ao Shun, Ao Run! Who are you?"

The leader Ao Guang replied.

"Haha, interesting!"

The Chaos Taoist chuckled and waved his hand to knock out the four people. The other shrimp soldiers and crab generals were also blown away and entered the depths of the Dragon Clan.

The treasure house naturally has a formation block, but this is not a problem for Taoist Chaos. In recent years, Taoist Chaos has done such things once or twice, and he has opened the door of the treasure house with a familiarity.

The Zulong, who was far away in the center of the continent, felt that the treasure house formation was broken, and he was slightly distracted and was hit by Zu Qilin's attack. He was furious and increased his strength to counterattack.

"Haha, there are indeed many treasures in this dragon clan, and this trip is not worth it!"

The Chaos Taoist sighed.

Although the important treasure, the Ancestral Dragon, is carried with you, there are many good things in the treasure house. It seems that it is not very precious now, and every piece is a rare treasure in the future.

The Chaos Taoist came without any hesitation. The Chaos Bell formed a space. Now there are many treasures lying inside. All the things you see are included in the Chaos Bell, and the geese plucked their hair.

As for the main battlefield of the three tribes, Mo Qilin could no longer hold on after hundreds of years of struggle. After all, he had just broken through and fought with Ying Long for so long, and his magic power was about to run out.

Seeing Mo Qilin's fatigue, Yinglong increased his attack strength. The Dragon God Sword and the sword are like the wind, and Mo Qilin does not have a good defensive spirit treasure. Under Yinglong's full attack, he was injured and fell down after several rounds.

Yinglong also chased and left. As long as he killed Mo Qilin, Yinglong could help Zhulong and kill Huangzu. His victory was the breakthrough point in the entire battle situation.

"die!"

The mo Qilin screamed miserablely from the ground, and then a huge mushroom cloud formed. Yinglong, who was chasing, was unable to protect himself. Even with dragon scale armor, his body was blown up and his soul was dying.

"No!"

Zu Qilin roared.

Mo Qilin was raised at a great cost, and it was his younger brother. Now he self-destructed that although Yinglong also lost his combat power, the Qilin clan broke one arm.

Anger caused Zu Qilin's strength to increase dramatically, and he and Feng Zu worked together to suppress Zulong.

When the few people below were not paying attention, a black air swayed by, and Yinglong's soul disappeared.

Sensing the disappearance of Yinglong's aura, Zulong only saw a wisp of black air flashing by.

"What a Luohu, how dare you!"

Zulong also roared, but was hit by another blow between his clone.

Black Qi is the demonic energy. In the entire prehistoric world, only Luohu is the only one who cultivates the demonic energy, so it is naturally not difficult to judge.

Originally, Long was just weak in his soul. If he left the battlefield and practiced a few Yuanhui, he might reshape his body. Now, Luohu is directly used as the nourishment of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, and it is completely destroyed and there is no possibility of rebirth.

Zulong was also angry because his clone was hit again and almost fell into a violent state, suppressing Feng Zu and Zu Qilin again.

The battle between the few people became more and more intense. At the beginning, they could still take into account the tribes below and control their strength. With the killing of red eyes, the attacks they launched were all indiscriminate attacks. The creatures of the three tribes below were killed or injured in a short time.

In addition, the creatures of the three clans who were self-destructed and killed by Mo Qilin before, were less than 100 million, and most of them were killed by the aftermath of the battle between the three clans.

The tens of billions of creatures at the time of the war have only been 100 million. In just a few hundred years, the losses have been heavy, and the foundations of the three tribes have been destroyed.

The leader of the tribe is still fighting, and the loss of the tribe has made them lose themselves. The only purpose now is to kill the opponent and wake up.

Luohu, who was hiding below, had already burst into laughter because the three clan bloodlines needed for the Zhuxian Sword Formation was enough. With the Yiyuan Society, the four swords of Zhuxian could be born, and Luohu had the greatest reliance.

But Luohu is ready to take action. Only by completely killing the three clans can he be at ease. In this way, when the tribe leader of the three clans reacts, he may join forces with Hongjun to deal with him and must kill the danger in the cradle.

He sacrificed the God-killing spear and grew in the wind. In an instant, he attacked the Ancestral Dragon. The Ancestral Dragon was the most powerful among them. Once the Ancestral Dragon died, the rest was not to be afraid.

However, the God-killing Spear was blocked by an equally huge divine banner and returned in vain. Zulong also took the opportunity to avoid the situation of killing!

"Divine Banner Taoist!"

Luohu appeared and said with a gloomy face.
Chapter completed!