The Prehistoric Kunpeng Will Never Give Way

This time during the trip to the underground palace, Kun Peng understood one thing.

Perhaps even the Wu Clan didn’t know the secret of the Great God Pangu. Even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun probably only knew some fur.

It's just that these are not important anymore, Kunpeng is very curious about the secrets of the Great God Pangu, but his strength is not enough to explore these things.

Therefore, Kunpeng completely put aside these things. He looked at the gourd Meng Po soup in his hand and prepared to start the next step of the plan.

Continue to converge luck!

Kunpeng's power of aura has been transformed into the shape of a god Kun, and he also possesses a powerful swallowing power. This is already an extremely heaven-defying existence, but Kunpeng is not satisfied.

The Meng Po soup that Kunpeng prepares now is to seek the luck of the Demon Race!

Over the years, the demons have developed low-key. They have already accumulated a lot of manpower, but after the fall of the demon ancestor Luohu, the demons have been without a leader.

And now Kunpeng controls a soul of Luo Hu, and has cultivated him into a holy realm supreme, which gives Kunpeng an opportunity to use!

Meng Po Tang can make the souls forget their past and present lives, and the original spirit of the current demon ancestor Luo Hu, although he is powerful, still belongs to the category of soul after all.

No matter how powerful this primordial spirit is, it is a complex of three souls and seven souls.

"If Meng Po Tang is not enough, I still have yellow spring water, Wangchuan water, rootless water, and spiritual washing plants!"

Kunpeng looked at these things in front of him. Each of them can clear the memory of the soul. As long as the memory of the devil ancestor Luo Hu is clear, then Kunpeng can refine him into his own puppet, or similar to a magic weapon. General existence.

At that time, Kunpeng took control of Luohu and appeared among the demons. Those demons were not going to fall under the wind and bow their heads.

This hand, on the contrary, used Jin Chan to escape the shell, and it was also Kunpeng's big trick to collect luck.

After all, it is easy to destroy the demons, but if you want to gain luck, it is not that simple.

Kunpeng returned to his retreat, and he used Qiankun Ding to sacrifice and refine several spiritual objects, making them more rich and pure.

"Kunpeng! What are you doing?"

When Mozu Luohu saw Kunpeng again, he suddenly became angry.

For these years, Kunpeng has been sealing Luohu's primordial spirit here. He trapped Luohuo with the chain of order, allowing Luohu to spend countless years in this dark place.

The day and night, the torment of being unable to move, Luo Hu almost collapsed this day.

If you don't know it personally, who can understand the kind of torment and pain that can't be moved, and that life is imprisoned for tens of thousands of years!

Luo Hu now really wants to die.

When Kunpeng saw Luo Hui, his face was a little more smiley.

"Luo Hui, I know you are uncomfortable here, how about I immediately help you out?"

Kunpeng's smile made Luo Hu even more angry, and he roared ferociously:

"Kunpeng, you can kill me, and when my deity descends into the wilderness, it will be the moment when you are completely destroyed!".

Demon ancestor Luo Hu practiced the law of destruction. If he could come to the prehistoric world again, based on the grievances between him and Hongjun Dao ancestor, I am afraid that he would destroy the prehistoric world in an instant.

Kunpeng didn't speak any more at this time, he just laughed, and then took out a small gourd.

"what is this?"

Luo Hui was shocked and suspicious. He was very jealous of Kun Peng. Kun Peng's methods were endless. This time he didn't know what way he thought of to remedy himself?

Kunpeng opened the treasure gourd directly, and he stretched out his hand, soaking Luohu's soul into the Mengpo soup!

"Woo, woo...!"

Luo Hui's cursing turned into a whimper, and it was obvious that Meng Potang poured into his mouth.

The other souls can forget their past and present lives by drinking a bowl of Mengpo soup, and this Luohu's soul was directly caught in the bath.

Kunpeng also prepared some other condiments at this time, in order to purify the primordial spirit of the demon ancestor Luohu in the first step.

The Mengpo soup that Dijiang prepared for Kunpeng this time was quite a bit, and this small gourd contained a lot of weight.

Kunpeng once again urged Qiankun Ding. He poured Meng Po Tang and Luohu's Yuanshen into the cauldron together, and then used the Second Civil and Martial Fire Sacrifice to refine them.

This is Kunpeng completely using alchemy methods to concoct Luohu, and he has absolute confidence to refine Luohu into his own puppet.

Before Kunpeng had imprisoned Luohu for tens of thousands of years, in this kind of Kunpeng's inner world, Luohu's soul could not get any supplement at all, he could only unilaterally consume, and thus became weaker and weaker.

The current Luohu Yuanshen, it can be said that there is no room for resistance at all, but Kun Peng is still cautiously confining everything about Luohu with the four-image god chain.

Luohu's soul was struggling in the Qiankun Ding. Although he didn't know what the Meng Po soup was, he would never think that Kun Peng was thinking about Luohu.

"Kunpeng, you can't die, you want to make me a pill!"

Luo Hui had obviously misunderstood Kun Peng, and he yelled at him, making him very uneasy.

"I made you a living pill, but I want to see how you make me feel bad."

Kunpeng did not refute, deliberately leading Luo Hui to think wrong.

At the same time, at the other end of the tunnel, the deity of Demon Zu Luohu roared and destroyed Fang Xiaoqian's world while waving his hands.

There was a crazy and hideous look on Luo Hu's face, and the anger in his heart could no longer be contained.

"Kunpeng! Very good, when I come to the wilderness, you will be the first to kill!"

Luo Hu gritted his teeth, he hissed and roared, hating Kunpeng to the extreme in his heart.

Even this hatred has surpassed Luo Hui's obsession with Hongjun Daozu, ranking Kunpeng as the number one hunter.

At this time, Luo Hu was entrenched on a very high sacred mountain. The mountain was so dark that he didn't know where he was.

Looking down from the top of this mountain, what I saw turned out to be dark. From this we can see that the height of this mountain is far beyond the distance of sight.

Mozu Luohu roared, but he found that the connection between himself and the distraction was getting weaker and weaker, and it seemed that something important was being forgotten.

"No, Damn it's Kunpeng is definitely not going to make alchemy!"

Demon Ancestor Luohu's deity said angrily, but at this moment the connection between him and Distraction was completely broken. No matter how much Luohu deity tried, he could not find a trace of connection with Distraction.

Between the deity and the distraction, it was cut off by Kunpeng!

In the prehistoric world, Kunpeng urged the Qiankun Ding to continue to make sacrifices, and the Luohu Yuanshen in that Ding gradually stopped struggling.

Kunpeng used the technique of sacrificing and refining spirit treasures to refine Luohu's soul, he didn't care about Luohu's life and death.

Even if Luo Hu became an idiot, it was no big deal for Kun Peng.

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