Zulong and the others knew that the other party was a master in repelling Luo Hu, so they hurriedly saluted and said: "Long Ao (Tianfeng, Mo Xuan) thanked my fellow Taoist for saving his life! I don't know your surname, where is the fairyland?"

But the old man nodded slightly and said, "You three are welcome! I am a poor Taoist named Yu Jingshan Hongjun!"

After hearing this, Zulong and the others saluted again and said, "I have something unclear, and I hope that my fellow Taoist will give me some advice!"

Ancestor Hongjun said expressionlessly: "It doesn't matter if you three just talk!"

Zulong and the other three sighed deeply and said: "My clan has not had any new members born for nearly ten thousand years. Do you know why?"

Ancestor Hongjun heard the words and said slowly: "The three clans are the protagonists in the fight for heaven and earth, and the killings are too much, but it is the law of heaven that punishes them, affecting future generations, and the three clans are not allowed to exist between heaven and earth anymore!"

Zulong and others were horrified when they heard this, and hurriedly knelt down and said: "Please have mercy on the Taoist Master and save the three tribes!"

"The one who untied the bell must tie the bell! Since the law of heaven has punished you, why not do something of great merit to make up for it. Rahu in the West is trying to prove the Tao against heaven in the body of a demon god. Why don't the three Taoists kill him together." After that, he disappeared.

figure.

Zu Long and others hurriedly begged: "Please help me, fellow Taoist!"

"Don't worry, three Taoist friends. After a thousand years, I will go to the West with you. Since Rahu is a very advanced man, I am here to find some helpers for you three!" But I heard a voice coming from far away from the sky.

Seeing their clan leader appearing on the battlefield, the chaotic scene of the three clans gradually became orderly and slowly returned to their respective races. The three Zulong looked at each other, their eyes gradually became firm, and they agreed to each other: "For the sake of the race

Thousands of years later, Buzhou Mountain will reunite and go to the West together!" After that, they each led the remaining tribesmen back to their territories to recuperate.

In the Wuzhuang Temple, two old men sat opposite each other. One was the ancestor Qiankun, the owner of Wanshou Mountain, and the other was the ancestor Hongjun who had appeared on the battlefield of the three clans. I heard the ancestor Hongjun say slowly:

"Qiankun, our fate has come. Whether we will become saints or die, it all depends on the battle a thousand years later!"

However, he saw the ancestor of Qiankun suddenly separate a ray of soul into the towering ancient tree in front of him, and then slowly stood up and said: "Let's go! Find Tai Chi and Yangmei!" After saying that, he glanced at the ancient tree behind him with nostalgia and murmured.

He murmured: "One day you will appear incarnate, will you still be the same me?" After saying that, he disappeared.

On Qixia Ridge, the Tai Chi ancestor looked at the three old friends who appeared in front of him and said slowly: "Let's go!" After that, he disappeared.

On the top of Buzhou Mountain, four old men sat cross-legged and had been waiting quietly for nearly a thousand years. Suddenly, the four men opened their eyes at the same time and said slowly: "Here we come!" After that, the four men disappeared.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, all the surviving Daluo masters from the three tribes of Dragon, Phoenix and Qilin arrived, along with an army of 80 million from the three tribes, including 30 million from the Dragon tribe, 30 million from the Qilin tribe, and 20 million from the Phoenix tribe. Watching

The four old men who appeared in front of them,

The three Zulong bowed deeply, waved their hands to the army behind them, and ordered: "Let's go!" The billowing smoke and dust surged toward the west. The vision of the three Zulongs blurred for a while, as if they had returned to the time when the three clans joined forces to kill the murderer.

When the beast.

As we go further into the west, more and more battles begin, and demonized creatures continue to harass and attack the three-community coalition forces. After being demonized, these creatures become confused and fearless of death, and the three-community coalition forces continue to suffer

The loss, what is even more frightening is that many warriors of the Dragon and Phoenix tribes were more or less contaminated with demonic energy during the battle. Those with high cultivation level can still suppress it with their own cultivation level, while those with low cultivation level will be able to suppress it at some time.

Losing reason, violently murdering people.

Fortunately, Hongjun's meritorious golden lotus was there, and every few days he would cast spells to eliminate the demonic energy on everyone's body. However, the number of the three tribes was still declining. After nearly a thousand years of trekking, the allied forces of the three tribes died.

After defeating half of the warriors, they finally reached Luo Hu's lair.

On an open plain, the coalition forces of the three tribes and the demon army were quietly confronting each other. Directly in front of the demon army, Luo Hu, dressed in black, was waiting there quietly. Beside Luo Hu, dozens of Da Luo Jinxian

Immediately after, there were many strong men from the three tribes who disappeared on the battlefield, and Princess Bai Ling of the Phoenix tribe and Shuo Fang of the Scale Armor tribe were among them.

Looking at the demonized warriors of the three tribes opposite, Zulong and the others couldn't help feeling sad. They looked at each other, saluted the four Hongjuns and said, "Senior, please allow us to fight Luo Hu!" After that, they went to Hongjun and others.

Luo Hu on the opposite side was killed. The allied forces of the three clans, led by Zhulong and more than a dozen Da Luo Jinxian, killed their former comrades.

Luo Hu waved the God-killing Spear in his hand, and the demon army rushed towards the opponent under the leadership of dozens of Daluo Sanxian.

Three crazy strong men surrounded Luo Hu and kept fighting, with Zu Long as the main force, Feng Zu and Qilin King responding from the side. The anger of the three people had accumulated to the extreme. Who knew how to restrain their magic power?

As the center, water, fire and wind raged across the land for thousands of miles, gradually turning into ruins. However, in the face of the attacks from the ancestors of the three tribes, Luo Hu took it very easily.

Fortunately, among the three tribes, there are Zhulong and more than a dozen Da Luo Jinxian. A dozen strong men shuttled back and forth among the demon army like more than a dozen harvesters. Wherever they passed, there were stumps and broken arms. Suddenly,

The momentum of the coalition forces was stopped, and dozens of powerful men from the realm of Daluo Sanxian and even Daluo Jinxian suddenly appeared in front of Zhulong and other strong men from the three tribes.

Looking at the black phoenix in front of him, Xuanhuang's heart couldn't help but tremble, and he said with tears: "Ling'er", but what he received was his daughter's sharp claw. The situation of the three-tribe coalition was getting worse and worse.

As the battle progressed, warriors from the three tribes were constantly being demonized. One moment they were partners fighting side by side, but in the blink of an eye they became life-and-death enemies.

Suddenly, a twelfth-grade lotus flower appeared in the air, emitting golden light and spreading to both warring parties. The demonization speed of the warriors of the three tribes finally slowed down. But just when Zulong and others were about to breathe a sigh of relief, they heard Luo Hu

He snorted coldly and said: "Hongjun,

Are you the only one who has the golden lotus, and I don’t have the black lotus?" As soon as he finished speaking, a black lotus emerged from the ground, exuding black aura. Under the influence of this aura, the warriors of the three tribes were transformed into demons.

The speed is actually faster than before.

Looking at the warriors of the three tribes who were constantly being demonized, the hearts of the strong men of the three tribes were bleeding. Suddenly, Suzaku shouted, "Kill", and then turned into his true body and rushed towards the black phoenix in front of him.

Seeing a flash of five-color light, a golden claw clawed hard at the head of the black phoenix, directly crushing its head into pieces, and even the soul disappeared without a trace.

"Ling'er!" Seeing Bai Ling's death, Xuanhuang couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, "Second brother, what you killed was your most beloved Ling'er!"

"Sister-in-law, wake up! She is no longer Ling'er. If he continues to kill like this, the three tribes will be doomed!" A dazzling red light suddenly appeared in Suzaku's eyes, and the feathers on his body began to gradually turn black.

"I hate these black feathers," Suzaku thought bitterly, and suddenly murmured to himself: "Ling'er, don't blame uncle!" After saying that, he rushed towards the center of the demon army, everything along the way.

, were burned to ashes by the fire that filled the sky.

"Ling'er, uncle is here to accompany you!" With a loud noise, a huge mushroom cloud suddenly rose in the center of the demon army. After the smoke and dust passed, only a large pit thousands of feet deep was left.

It tells of the brutality of the battle.

"Suzaku! I have been fighting with you for so long, and today I admire you the most!" Looking at his gradually blackening scales, Zhulong suddenly laughed and said, and then saw more than ten Da Luo Sanxian who were constantly besieging him, Zhulong

He couldn't help but murmured: "But! Don't ever think about surpassing me!" After saying that, he heard a loud "boom", and another master at the peak of Daluo Jinxian blew himself up.

The self-destruction of Suzaku and Zhulong seemed to point out the direction for the armies of the three tribes. Countless warriors of the three tribes chose to self-destruct when faced with demonization. Faced with all this, the hearts of the three Zulongs were bleeding continuously, and

Luo Hu was still dealing with the attacks of the three people casually, as if he didn't care about the madness of the three clans.

…

On the empty battlefield, apart from the Ancestral Dragon, Phoenix Ancestor and Qilin King who were still entangled with Luo Hu, only the Xuanhuang, White Tiger and Xuangui were left among the three clans, and the white tiger and Xuangui were even more involved.

The origin was damaged in the war, and it is difficult to grow in cultivation.

Xuanhuang couldn't help but look miserable when he saw the warriors of the three tribes perished together with the demon army. He gently rubbed his lower abdomen with his palm and murmured: "Husband, for the sake of our child, Huang'er can't accompany you anymore. I hope you can
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