Luohu's black heart trembled like thunder, making a sound that could shatter the world. If it were in later generations, that world would collapse and break.

At this time, the prehistoric world was created by Pangu, belonging to the main world and was also very strong, so it could withstand a person like Luohu.

Even so, every time Luohu's black heart beats, the surrounding heaven and earth are shaking, the void is broken and all things are destroyed.

Endless demonic energy emerged from Luohu's body, constantly repairing his heart, and Sun Wukong's punch hit Huanglong.

Even though he is the body of the Demon Ancestor and the heart of the Demon God, he will not be instantly hit by Sun Wukong, but he will definitely be greatly traumatized, otherwise he would not have been like this.

Luohu roared angrily, opened his mouth and spit out a black horse. This was his magical aura, which turned into a sharp sword to attack Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong was not careless, and he punched the stone and smashed it in shock. With a "boom", the black horse trainer was directly exploded, and his power scattered and turned into countless demons, scrambling to scatter towards the prehistoric land.

Sun Wukong was about to take action to exterminate these demons, but stopped again. Luohu also took this opportunity to retreat. The wound with the size of his fist on his chest looked amazing.

The black blood kept dripping down, filthing the earth below, turning it into a dark and dark ghost land in the Demon Realm. It had turned into a Jedi. It must be the Daluo Golden Immortal, otherwise there would be no death or life.

Luohu looked at Sun Wukong and said with a sneer: "The incarnation of heaven is indeed extraordinary. All laws are not invaded and cannot be beaten forever. He actually hurt me with one punch. If I hadn't cultivated the heart of a demon god, I would have died at your hands at this time.

But I represent the luck of heaven, so I can't die at this time, and no one can kill me. Not only that, I also borrowed your hand to make my demons scattered in the vast land. I would like to thank you. You must be in a bad mood at this time."

Sun Wukong shook his head and said, "Don't you think you used your essence and blood to turn into countless demons? Can't you think that I will fulfill you with your hands?

The devil's way is also a part of the natural way of heaven. It is impossible to lack the devil's way. If you think you have luck and will have merits in the future, you will underestimate me? If you do this, you will regret it."

Luohu said without comment after hearing this: "I just warmed up just now. Now let you see my true strength, Luohu."

Luohu's injuries on his chest had almost recovered. The surging demonic aura around him was shaking, sweeping across the world and shaking the vast land. Even the immortals and powerful people who were far away could feel Luohu's movements.

At this time, in a cultivation temple called Yujing Mountain, three white-haired old men were sitting cross-legged and discussing Taoism. The three old men were all fairy-like and fluttering in their white hair. They were obviously powerful people.

At this time, the three white-haired old men stopped together and stopped talking about the truth. The surrounding flowers and visions disappeared.

"This is the breath of the demon ancestor Luohu. He is fighting with people and is preparing to do his best, but he is injured and is not seriously injured." A white-haired old man touched his beard and said with an unfathomable face.

"My fellow Taoist said it right. It was Luohu. I just don't know what kind of person he was. He could actually force the demon ancestor Luohu to this point and was still very injured.

The three of us can only do this step together. Could it be the incarnation of the great god Pangu? Or the way of heaven?" The second white-haired old man said.

"It's better for the three of us to calculate who this person is." The third old man said. "Good." The remaining two white-haired old men said in unison.

After saying that, the three of them calculated together, and saw the clouds flowing above their heads. The aura of the immortals was distant and deep, and the aura of the immortals was even more vague. The divine sound and fairy singing appeared. For a moment, the place where the three of them were located seemed to be the Pure Land of the Immortals and the Land of Power.

After a long time, the three of them stopped at the same time. At this moment, the three of them had no longer the light and light expression on their faces.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, what have you calculated?" an old man looked at another man and said.

Hongjun shook his head when he heard this, and said with a complicated look on his face: "No, we three are about to become saints. I will become the saint of Hunyuan, immortal and immortal. The two fellow Taoists are also Hunyuan Wuji Daluo Jinxian.

It is just like the saint of Hunyuan, but it just lacks the recognition of the way of heaven. However, the two fellow Taoists will not appear easily in the prehistoric world and live in chaos. Why do you need the recognition of the way of heaven?

Apart from Tiandao and Pangu, there is a third person we can't measure. It's really unimaginable."

"Yes, the three of us were also born in chaos. We were lucky enough to not die in the calamity of Kaitian, and we also had some luck. We originally thought that except for Heaven and Pangu, only this Luohu was the same existence as us.

Unexpectedly, there was such a person there, and even the three of us joined forces could not calculate the slightest part of him. Could it be that this person is really the incarnation of Heaven or Pangu?

We all know that an existence like Pangu will not die. At that time, the mysterious and great existence gave Pangu some Hongmeng purple aura, and Pangu could not absorb so much.

We have only gotten a little lucky to survive the disaster in the Kaitian Calamity. Could it be that the supreme and mysterious existence took action?"

After the second old man finished speaking, the faces of the three people changed drastically. The three of them looked solemn. The third old man said, "Fellow Daoist Yangmei, you can't talk nonsense. What a character is that supreme and great existence? At least he was born at the beginning of Hongmeng.

At least he is a person who is the same as the Dao. How could he appear in the prehistoric world? Have you ever seen a dragon appear in a chicken cage?

Besides, he still attacked Luohu. Although Luohu is a character, he faced such a supreme existence, which was an ants-like garbage-like existence.

Even if the three of us become Hunyuan Saints or Wuji Daluo Jinxian, we are still an ant in front of that existence. We cannot talk nonsense, so as not to know that existence, and we will not be able to take it away."

"Fellow Taoist Yin and Yang, I'm just guessing. That existence will not blame us. What an existence he is? How could he care about the ants' comments?

But it’s useless for us to discuss it here. Why not observe it yourself? At least you know who the character that the three of us cannot calculate is." Yangmei Daxian spoke and suggested.
Chapter completed!