I Am Not A Taoist Ancestor

With Luohu's words closed, the entire battlefield was shrouded in red blood.

Under this scarlet mask, the remaining tribesmen instantly felt their own strength was lost.

Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shi Qilin were also horrified to find that their own power was greatly restricted, and they were also being eroded by this scarlet mask.

The corpses of the three tribes on the ground are also melting away, and endless power is constantly fading away.

A sense of weakness that has not been experienced for many years has gradually flooded Zu Long's heart. He looked at this mysterious man in black and his heart was full of anger.

This villain who had calculated the three clans and killed his Dragon Clan descendants was right in front of him.

Zu Long just wanted to swallow him alive. However, feeling his own constant loss of power, Zu Long felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

With Yuanfeng and Shi Qilin, they looked at each other and saw the anger and panic intertwined in each other's eyes.

Zulong understood that he was planted, his dragon clan was planted, and the three tribes that dominated the predominantly and desolately also planted.

Planted on this sudden appearance of Luo Hu.

Zu Long could clearly feel that as the power of him, Yuanfeng, and Qilin passed, the aura of Luo Huo's body continued to increase.

And what made Zu Long's heart most desperate was that he knew that waiting would be a dead end, but he still couldn't resist.

This huge formation that constantly eroded his power was second, mainly because of the previous bloody battle, which caused Zulong and others to suffer heavy losses and unable to resist.

"Ha! That's cool!" Luo Hu felt his own rising power, with a cheerful smile on his face.

This bloody magic circle that swallows the spirit of the three races is a reward provided by the system. He planned for a long time and laid a formation in this battlefield, just for this moment.

He not only has to complete the task of the system today, but also uses the remaining power of the three clans to Ascension own power.

He, Luo Hu, wants none of the three tribes left, and all of them will be turned into his resources.

"Thousands of years of cultivation, not as good as me, once became a devil.

"Three races? A joke! How can I get half a point with the gravel?" Luohu's smile gradually distorted. The power of this crazy Ascension made him feel an unprecedented and unparalleled pleasure.

When talking about the three races, his face was full of disdain.

Such an expression made Zulong and Yuanfeng feel humiliated and unwilling.

"Despicable man, if it were me..." Hajime Qilin roared angrily.

However, without waiting for him to finish, endless blood gushes out of Qilin's body, and the power flows faster.

And his soul also felt a kind of pain, as if torn apart, turning into infinite fragments.

"You, have never been in my eyes." Luo Hui said wantonly, "The so-called three-ethnic dispute, from the very beginning, has been under my control.

"The fight you waited for was only provoked by Heavenly Demon under my command. It's just my chess piece, so what right do you have to talk about it?

"Your only role is to provide resources for my promotion.

"After all, from the beginning, I didn't put you in my eyes. My opponent has never been you."

Luo Hu felt his own skyrocketing power, the power that seemed to be ripped apart by him.

He can feel that he can complete a transformation when he completes the system task and receives the destruction rule of the system reward. Until then, he may become this prehistoric Sage.

Of course, he has never forgotten the mission of the system, nor has he forgotten his old enemy.

As Luo Hu, the person he must defeat.

Thinking of this, Luo Hui looked into the distance and said calmly, "Come out! Hongjun! I know, you are here."

At the same time, within the chaos, Hong Jun was casting his gaze here. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but think of it. If at this time, a Hongjun really ran out, what should he do?

...

Hearing Luo Hu's shout, Zu Long and the others couldn't help but looked in the direction Luo Hu was looking.

I don't know, what will this existence be regarded as an opponent by Luo Hu? Can this existence rescue them from Luo Hui?

However!

The scene was silent, and no existence emerged from Luo Hu's voice.

Luo Hui was a little embarrassed, he really didn't feel other powerful auras around him. But he was convinced that the old man Hongjun must be in this place.

In other words, in Honghuang for so many years, Luo Hu did not meet this old enemy.

But he is convinced that in the battlefield of these three races, there is bound to be a confrontation between the two of them.

After all, in the battle between Dao and Demon, Luo Hui and Hongjun must have done a battle. It is impossible for the Heavenly Dao spokesperson to sit back and watch him prove that he is sanctified.

Therefore, he was convinced that Hongjun must have come to this battlefield and spied in secret.

Not only Hongjun, but also Hongjun's little friends who were taken away by him, Luo Hui, must also be in this place.

As for why they didn't appear on the stage, Luo Hui also figured it out. As the future Taoist ancestor, Hongjun, the old yin force, secretly thought that it was reasonable to attack him Luo Hui.

However, Hongjun, you definitely didn't expect that Luo Hu was not alone.

Luo Hui looked at the own system interface. In addition to the intangible Heavenly Demon that had been summoned, there were three summoning slots.

When Hongjun wanted to play four to one, he suddenly summoned three big men from other worlds, plus Heavenly Demon, to form a situation of five to four.

Isn't this wave a steady win?

Thinking of this, Luo Yu couldn't help but sighed secretly, and then shouted: "Hongjun, you don't have to hide anymore, I know your existence, you can't attack me sneakily, come out and taste my Zhuxian sword formation!"

Although he didn't have the Zhuxian Sword Formation, it didn't delay his suspicion of the formation. You thought I would use the Zhuxian Sword Formation to single out the four of you. In fact, I used the Grand Summoning technique to fight five and four.

Luo Hu felt himself a group of wit.

Looking at Luohu's awkward scene, no matter what, there was no Hongjun in the end.

Hong Jun let out a sigh of relief, and finally there was no more unexpected situation. However, in this case, he should be on the stage.

...

In Honghuang, in the West, Luo Hu felt a little embarrassed, especially when the tribesmen lying on the ground were looking at him with an inexplicable look.

"If you don't come out, these three clans will all die!" Luo Hui roared angrily.

At this moment, Luo Hu found that a person suddenly appeared in front of Own, a young man in a white coat.

"Hongjun?" Luo Hui asked suspiciously.

At the same time, he was stunned, this Hongjun really had a few brushes hidden in front of him, and he didn't even notice it, not even the system.

He is indeed the spokesperson of Heavenly Dao.

However, even so, the final winner must be Luo Huo.

Looking at Luo Hui with a look of suspicion in his eyes, Hong Jun sighed and said, "I'm not Hongjun."

"Isn't it Hongjun?" Luo Hui looked at Hong Jun, this image did not quite match the Taoist ancestor in his memory.

"Then who are you? Yin & Yang? Qiankun? Or Yang Mei?"

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