The two brothers Suan Ni and Bi An stood up tremblingly, looking up to the sky and shouting, "From now on, I, Suan Ni (Bi An), will no longer be a dragon, and everything about the dragon tribe will have nothing to do with my two brothers." After that, they slowly walked towards the sky.

As we walked into the distance, wherever we passed, no matter whether it was the scale-armored tribe or the beasts and birds, they all opened a path in unison. The loyalty and bravery of the Nine Sons of the Ancestral Dragon had won the respect of everyone.

"Zu Long, are you just going to let them leave like this?" Although King Qilin was heartbroken over the demise of several of his princes, he still couldn't help teasing Zu Long.

"They're just two losers! Even if they recover from their injuries, their cultivation will definitely decline. I don't have any pills to heal their injuries. If you like them, I'll give them to you!" After that, he led the dragon army back to the East China Sea.

"Hahaha... Who am I, the Qilin King? How can I argue with two juniors who have completely lost their cultivation?" After saying that, he led the two tribes' coalition forces to retreat to the center of the wilderness.

The great supernatural powers in the ancient world began to suffer, and were pulled out of their respective caves by the three tribes. They were either forced to join the three tribes as guests and elders, or were hunted down by the masters of the three tribes, and eventually died. In a short period of time,

After the silence, the war between the three clans inevitably broke out again.

The dragon tribe finally stepped into the river basin again, marching and fighting all the way. Under the leadership of Qinglong, Zhulong and other Daluo Jinxian, countless water tribe warriors rushed to the mainland with endless sea water, making waves.

Fights are going on among the three tribes all the time. Millions of tribesmen die every time they fight, and many people with great supernatural powers also die. The corpses of the three tribes almost fill the river basins, and the blood will flow along the banks.

The land was dyed red.

The dead souls in the sky blocked the light of the stars. Countless creatures were stimulated by this cruel scene and became crazy. More people became demonized and disappeared, but no one paid attention to these. As the war progressed, everyone could not stop.

When I came down, I just wanted to kill, kill, kill, keep killing.

The Feng Clan no longer held back, and directly dispatched most of their strength, led by Zhuque and Xuan Ming respectively, to surround the waters on the ancient continent. The raging fire directly cooked countless water tribes, and the smell of meat was everywhere on the ancient land. Qilin

The Dragon Clan is also at odds with the Dragon Clan. Today you will turn the continent into rivers, and tomorrow you will turn the rivers into land.

After several Yuanhui in this way, Zulong and Fengzu Qilin King suddenly discovered that the number of their own clan had dropped from tens of billions at its peak to less than a billion now, and most of them were old people.

Weak women and children, what makes the three ancestors even more horrified is that no new life has been born among the three tribes for tens of thousands of years.

The three of Zulong no longer dared to start a war easily. In the end, the three finally agreed that each side would bring 200 million warriors to gather in Buzhou Mountain. The winner would be determined by a battle. The winner would dominate the ancient world and their luck would become holy. The loser would be willing to accept defeat.

Quit the prehistoric struggle for hegemony.

"Yin..." Suddenly a huge dragon roar came from the sky and the earth, and the eastern part of Buzhou Mountain was suddenly filled with billowing smoke. After the smoke, 200 million huge figures over ten thousand feet in size gradually appeared on the horizon, and the terrifying dragon breath followed.

The breeze rolled forward.

Suddenly, bursts of phoenixes and unicorns roared from the front of Buzhou Mountain. The phoenixes soared in the sky and the unicorns loomed large on the ground. The allied forces of the two tribes had already formed their formations, waiting for the arrival of the dragon tribe's army.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, the warriors of the three tribes were divided into two camps to confront each other. On Buzhou Mountain, Zulong, Fengzu and Qilin King stood in the air facing the wind.

"Ancestral Dragon, if you withdraw from the struggle for hegemony now, I promise you that the dragon clan will rule all the waters of the prehistoric world forever! How about it?" After a long silence, the Qilin King took the lead and spoke.

"Hmph, if I said that after becoming a saint, I would allow the Qilin tribe to occupy the ancient continent forever, would you withdraw?" Zulong looked at the Qilin King and said disdainfully.

"You!" King Qilin couldn't help but become angry when he heard this. He wanted to say something but didn't know where to say it.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, let's see the real deal!" Fengtian, who had been silent for a long time, finally said.

"Huh, let's do it!" Zulong listened to Fengtian's words and took the lead in launching an attack.

Since the three of them have dominated the ancient world for a long time, they have all advanced in cultivation. Zulong is already in the late stage of the quasi-sage, and King Qilin and Fengzu are both at the peak of the middle stage of the quasi-sage. This battle between the three of them is really a battle between the whole world.

They all seemed to be beaten back to chaos by the three of them.

Seeing the three ancestors fighting together, the warriors of the three clans also roared and rushed towards each other. The decisive battle between the three clans finally began. I don't know when, black energy began to shuttle between the warriors of the three clans.

, countless warriors from the three tribes fell into madness, their eyes were red, and they started fighting without distinguishing between ourselves and the enemy. Before they knew it, more than half of the three tribes had been killed or injured.

After a month of non-stop fighting, Zulong and the three of them all suffered serious injuries. With a "boom", Zulong, Fengzu, and Qilin Emperor clashed with each other again. None of the three people remembered what this was.

They fought each other several times. The three of them were pushed back by the force of each other's attacks and floated in the void. Zulong's body was covered in blood and flesh, and his face was extremely pale. Looking at the original hundreds of millions of tribesmen, less than half were left.

He sneered: "Do you want to continue fighting?"

Feng Zu and Qilin King, who were also in a state of embarrassment, looked at each other and nodded helplessly, "Stop! If we continue to fight, the three tribes will really be doomed." After that, they ordered the armies of their respective races: "Stop!

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But by now, most of the warriors from the three tribes have been infected with demonic energy. They can stop whenever they stop. Occasionally, there are conscious warriors who want to leave the battlefield. As soon as they stop, they are torn into pieces by their companions.

The chiefs of the three clans finally realized that something was wrong, and unleashed their overwhelming might, hoping to completely separate the warriors of the three clans by relying on their bloodline level suppression.

"Hahahaha..." At this moment, only a wild laugh could be heard, "Isn't it too late to stop now?" Then a bloody spear was seen extending from the void, heading straight towards Zulong, the strongest among the three.

Stab away!

"Be careful" means that when the Dragon Queen saw her husband was in trouble, she stood up and faced the spear. With a "pop" sound, the Dragon Queen disappeared between heaven and earth without even leaving a word.

"Ah!" Zu Long roared, holding a trident to attack the opponent, but was hit by the opponent casually and sent flying back. "Who are you?" Looking at the man in black who suddenly appeared in front of him, Zu Long

Long was completely stunned by the opponent's strength. Although he was seriously injured, not everyone could defeat him at will.

"I am Rahu!" As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a black lotus rising slowly from the ground, continuously emitting black energy and integrating into the bodies of the warriors of the three tribes.

"Are you behind the scenes the fight between our three clans?" Zu Long asked solemnly.

"That's right! If I don't let you fight, where will Pindao get the evil energy to sacrifice and refine the Four Swords of the Immortal Killer." After saying that, he saw four giant swords rising from the ground and surrounding the three of them in the center.

At this time, a golden lotus flower was seen descending from the sky, emitting thousands of feet of golden light, shining on the warriors of the three tribes who were still fighting. The golden light seemed to be the nemesis of the black energy. Wherever the golden light passed, the black energy disappeared and disintegrated.

When Luo Hu saw this, he couldn't help but snorted coldly. The red spear in his hand suddenly flew out from his hand and stabbed the golden lotus in the sky. However, he saw a large flag appear out of thin air, swaying with the wind, and streaks of chaotic sword energy attacked Luo Hu.

Feeling that his body of gods and demons had been suppressed like never before in Mount Buzhou, Luo Hu couldn't help but snorted coldly: "I'll spare the lives of the three of you today." After saying that, he saw the black lotus platform rising slowly from the ground and flying to it.

At Luohu's feet, he disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the clansmen on the ground looking around blankly, the hearts of the three Zulongs were completely broken. Just a moment after fighting Luo Hu, the number of clan members of the Dragon, Phoenix and Qilin clans had dropped to less than 30% of their original size.
Chapter completed!