Honghuang: People in Jiejiao become stronger by adding friends

Luo Xuan returned to the cave, offered a drop of Pangu's blood, and practiced the Dragon King's Body Art.

The terrifying devouring power absorbed the essence of the blood into his body.

His skin quickly turned red and warm, and a majestic force appeared in his body out of thin air.

It seemed that Pangu's shadow was faintly condensed, holding a giant axe and carrying the pressure of opening the sky.

The surrounding space was trembling with oppression, and it was about to collapse.

Countless essences improved Luo Xuan's body.

Boom!!!

A majestic momentum rose to the sky.

It rolled in all directions, causing waves in the void.

The endless might was instantly taken back into Luo Xuan's body, and the restrained breath was unpredictable.

Luo Xuan exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes were burning, and he said excitedly.

"It's Pangu's blood, no wonder everyone likes to draw it."

"This thing is awesome, it can't be refined in one time."

Even though he has been refining it with all his strength, there is still essence left in his body.

The improvement of the physical body is unprecedented.

If all this essence can be digested.

It is estimated that it is not a problem for the physical body to break through the middle stage of the Golden Immortal.

It can even touch the bottleneck of the late stage.

Luo Xuan sacrificed the origin of the Sun True Fire again.

The Sun True Fire, known as the King of Ten Thousand Fires.

Looking at the prehistoric divine fire, it is also a top-grade existence.

It can devour those lower-level divine fires in an instant.

He also holds the Zhurong Divine Fire and the Earth Yuan True Fire in his hands.

Refining the Sun True Fire first, and then swallowing the two kinds of divine fire, will definitely be twice the result with half the effort.

Boom! ! !

A blazing flame surged around.

The space swayed continuously.

If an ordinary Golden Immortal was located here.

It is estimated that this might can make the Golden Immortal breathless and difficult to resist.

Luo Xuan activated the Donghua Pure Yang Art, with a gleam in his eyes.

It is worthy of the most domineering Sun True Fire.

It is also worthy of the name of the Emperor of Fire.

This kind of divine fire is only naturally mastered by the Golden Crow clan.

If it were not for Di Jun rushing to give it to him.

It would be difficult for him to ask for it.

It is estimated that he would have to wait until the witch and demon calamity, and then pinch Lu Ya's neck to ask for it.

Luo Xuan calmed down and held his breath.

He devoted himself to the sacrifice of the Sun True Fire.

With the previous divine fire, he suppressed the Emperor of Fire, the Sun True Fire.

At the same time, Di Jun and others who returned to the Demon Court were full of gloom.

Di Jun was in a high position, Donghuang Taiyi was sent to heal his injuries, and the remaining demon saints did not dare to breathe.

Originally, he thought that he could use the power of the Wu Clan's Dutian Shensha formation and the Zhoutian Xingdou formation to suppress the Three Pure Ones and become famous in the prehistoric world.

This would lay a solid foundation for the Demon Court to unify the prehistoric world.

Emperor Jun also wanted to come down from Kunlun Mountain, raise his arms and shout, and hundreds of millions of creatures would take the initiative to submit to him.

Unfortunately... the Three Pure Ones woke him up from his daydream with three slaps.

The reality is that climbing Kunlun Mountain brought humiliation upon himself, and the Demon Saint Ji Meng fell on the spot, with no room for resistance.

Donghuang Taiyi fell into a coma, and lost many magic weapons, which can be said to be a serious injury.

Only Kunpeng seemed weak, but in fact he had no injuries, with a deep resentment in his eyes.

His eyes condensed, and he suddenly stepped out.

Countless eyes instantly gathered on him.

"Your Majesty, I have something important to report."

Emperor Jun was just angry, his eyes were gloomy, and he said in a low voice.

"You'd better have something important to say."

Kunpeng was still not afraid and continued.

"Your Majesty, the twelve witch ancestors are now at their weakest."

"We have only paid a few magic weapons and natural treasures, so we still have the strength to fight."

"If we send troops to the witch clan at this moment, we will definitely be able to strike directly at Huanglong."

"This is a rare opportunity, please make the decision, Your Majesty!"

Emperor Jun frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

The demon clan wanted to unify the prehistoric world, and their biggest enemy was the saint.

Now he no longer wants to be hostile to the saint.

At least before he becomes a saint, his target will never be the saint.

The biggest threat is obviously the witch clan.

The witch clan has lost a lot of blood and essence, which is the foundation of itself.

It can be said that their vitality is seriously injured and it will not recover for a while.

Thinking carefully, it is really a rare opportunity.

Taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, it is not a bad idea to flatten the witch clan.

Bai Ze noticed Di Jun's expression, and was obviously moved.

He also stepped out, stared at Kunpeng fiercely, and said loudly.

"Your Majesty, I beg you to think twice."

"It is true that the Wu clan is seriously injured, but how can we tell that the demon clan still has the strength to fight?"

"Demon Saint Ji Meng, the fainted Emperor Donghuang, didn't fellow Daoist Kunpeng see it?!"

"Or... did you deliberately ignore it?"

Kunpeng saw that he had no chance, so he stopped responding and smiled lightly.

"It was my negligence."

After saying that, he went back to stand, looking as if it had nothing to do with him.

Di Jun thought carefully for a moment and sighed.He breathed a sigh of relief.

The foundation of the demon court is very large, and they dare not gamble again.

Especially the second brother fainted and Ji Meng, the demon saint, died tragically.

It is equivalent to the loss of two high-end combat forces.

As Bai Ze said, Kunpeng said only superficially. If you think about it carefully, how can the demon race have the strength to fight again?

"I can see the situation clearly, my dear, you don't need to say more."

"My dear Ji Meng fell, and the demon race paid such a price. I will never forget it."

"Remember, if you meet disciples of the three religions while walking in the prehistoric world, just kill them."

"There are life and death within the catastrophe, and I think... the Three Purities must also be reasonable."

If Luo Xuan was here, he would definitely snort with disdain.

This is not the time for you to go straight to Kunlun Mountain.

If you can beat them, fight them, if you can't beat them, talk about reason.

Otherwise, you still fell in the end, you deserve it.

Bai Ze heard this and stepped out again.

"Your Majesty, you must not do that. We have seen the strength of the Three Pure Ones..."

Before he finished speaking, Di Jun responded coldly.

"I have made up my mind. Otherwise, how can I avenge Ji Meng's death and the demon clan?"

"What's more, I am the Nine-Nine Supreme of the prehistoric world, and I have a destiny here."

"If the Three Pure Ones really dared to kill me, why didn't they do it at that time?"

Bai Ze was speechless for a while and glanced at Kunpeng.

Just saw a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.

The Nine-Nine Supreme Fate, the protagonist of the catastrophe, the saint really can't move.

Because the cause and effect they bear is too heavy.

It is so heavy that it may cause the saint's realm to fall.

The demon saints present were very aggrieved.

Hearing Di Jun's words, their blood suddenly surged.

One by one, they shouted that they wanted to devour the disciples of the three religions.

Only Bai Ze showed a worried look on his face.

Are the disciples who can enter the eyes of the Three Pure Ones really simple?

"I'm glad that you are alright, I've asked my sister for help."

Many eyes were focused on the newcomer, who was Emperor Xi Fuxi.

The demon saints bowed respectfully again.

"Meet Emperor Xi!"

Emperor Jun's eyes dropped slightly, Fuxi's sister was naturally the Saint Nuwa.

The nominal saint of the demon clan, the relationship seemed a little distant.

Recalling that the Three Pure Ones suddenly let Donghuang Taiyi go.

He suddenly realized that Nuwa must have sent a message at that time, otherwise his second brother might not be able to save him.

Emperor Jun's expression eased a lot, and he responded with a smile.

"I thank you, fellow Taoist, and thank you, Lady Nuwa."

Fuxi sighed and said softly.

"So... the cause and effect between my sister and the demon court is over."

Hearing this, Emperor Jun was stunned on the spot!