Chapter 21: The Demon Clan Appears, and the Three Clans Disaster

Chapter 21: The Demon Clan Appears, and the Three Clans Disaster

Taoist Wuxing was in an underground place outside Mount Sumeru, watching the formation in front of him, the wrinkled expression on his face finally relaxed.

"It's finally finished, and I can retire." Wuxing Taoist murmured, and his figure disappeared suddenly.

After the Taoist of the Five Elements left, a man in a black robe appeared at the original position of the Taoist of the Five Elements. After sniffing, he asked doubtfully, "I clearly noticed that there was someone here, so how could there be no trace of breath left?"

"So you are here, the Great Protector. The Demon Ancestor asked you to meet him, so hurry up!" At this moment, a demon race hurried over, just in time to see the black robe, and his face immediately showed joy.

The black-robed great guardian immediately turned his head and looked at the demon clan with doubts on his face. He just came out from the demon ancestor, why did he let himself pass by again? Could something have happened.

"What do you know?"

"How could the little one know, the Great Protector should hurry up! Don't let the Demon Ancestor wait, you and I can't afford it."

The black-robed protector nodded. Indeed, he couldn't bear to keep the demon ancestor waiting for a long time. He activated his supernatural powers, surrounded by demon energy, and the black-robed protector disappeared immediately.

On the Mount Sumeru, there are many large arrays, surrounded by black air all over the sky, which makes people feel extremely gloomy. On the Mount Sumeru, there is a black palace, and the big guardian in black robes suddenly appears at the gate of the palace.

He only heard a sound from inside: "Heipao come in." The big guardian of the black robe who was waiting outside the door pushed open the palace door and walked in.

This palace is not as magnificent as imagined, it is very simple, the palace is supported by four heaven-reaching pillars, and a huge ancient prehistoric text is located in the center of the hall, which is a magic word.

A man in a black Taoist robe, sitting on a lotus platform with twelve tiers of blossoms, was looking at the prehistoric land from a distance. In his eyes, the prehistoric land was broken and destroyed everywhere, and the boundless black air invaded the entire prehistoric area.

This person is the demon ancestor Luohu, and he is also one of the three most feared by Hongyun in the prehistoric times.

"Black Robe, the great catastrophe is about to begin, and the time when the king of the Demon Dao has come to the Great Desolation has come, you go and stir up the flames of war among the three clans, and cheer for my Demon Dao." Qi Bingran.

"Don't worry, Demon Ancestor, long before the Yuanhui, I have placed people in the three clans, just for the great cause of my demon clan." Hei Pao heard Luo Hu's words, and suddenly laughed "swoosh", his face was unclear Show an evil look.

"The black robe wishes the ancestors of the demons to unify the prehistoric world and prove the Hunyuan, and my demon clan will be immortal forever."

Luo Hu did not smile, but his expression was unusually dignified. The catastrophe is coming, and he is not the only one who can prove the truth. He has a deep feeling that he still has an old enemy who will come out to stop him when he dominates the prehistoric world.

Luo Hu looked at the direction of Yujing Mountain through hundreds of millions of miles of space. Taoist Hongjun, who was comprehending the jade plate of good fortune, suddenly opened his eyes, and two divine lights shot out, colliding with Luo Hu's eyes in the void.

"Hongjun!" Mo Zu said coldly.

Daoist Hongjun smiled slightly: "It's the poor Daoist, fellow Daoist Luo Hu, you're being polite."

The eyes of the two secretly tested each other, but the other party had no choice but to know that the other party was not inferior to their own masters, so they withdrew their gazes and waited for the big battle to come.

"Go to the black robe! Let the flames of war among the three clans burn." Luo Hu's expression turned cold.

The black robe quickly responded, turned around and left the Mozu Palace, and ordered the matter to continue.

It's in chaos, Honghuang is completely in chaos, the three clans started fighting for no reason, even Zulong, Fengzu, and Linzu didn't know what was going on, so the three clans started fighting.

The spies of the demon clan arranged a series of important missions for the three clans to die, and even the descendants of Zulong, Fengzu, and Linzu died several times one after another. It happened that at this time, Zulong and others were retreating to seek a breakthrough At the pinnacle of quasi-sage, let your cultivation level one step closer, so that you can overwhelm and defeat the other two clans.

The descendants of Zulong died suddenly, and the news came that they were killed by the Qilin clan of the Phoenix clan. The high-level officials of the dragon clan were furious.

And Ao Tian naturally couldn't swallow this breath, so all the new and old hatreds were added together, ready to make the two clans pay the price.

And the same thing happened in the other two clans at the same time. The direct descendants of Fengzu or Linzu died, and the news came that they were all beheaded by the dragon clan.

In the prehistoric world, the spirit of killing permeated the air, the war broke out, and the three races were completely involved in the war, not only the three races, but even those vassal races of the three races also joined the war, for a time, the prehistoric blood flow Rivers formed, and corpses piled up like mountains.

The war broke out for a hundred years. Zulong, Fengzu, and Linzu finally broke through the pinnacle of quasi-sages and came out, only to find that the three clans had been fighting for a hundred years, and it involved an unimaginable extent. The three of them could no longer stop the war.

And when they left the customs, as the supreme masters of the three races, they were immediately tied with a killing thread, which made their hearts suddenly surge with murderous intent.

"Brother, have you made a breakthrough?" Ao Tian, ​​the ancestral land of the Dragon Clan, Dragon Palace, said in surprise when he saw the Zulong who had left the customs.

Zu Long nodded: "Well, I broke through at the last moment, what's going on."

"Brother, I'm sorry for you, all three nephews of the seven-claw bloodline were injured." Ao Tian looked at Zulong with a guilty look, and suddenly the monstrous anger surged on his face: "It was the Feng and Qilin clans who did it, I Ao Tian Heaven is at odds with them."

"What! Pfft." Zu Long took a few steps back and sat down all at once, three sons! He has only thirteen sons in total, nine of them are of mixed blood, and only four are direct descendants. Now that three are gone all of a sudden, Zulong doesn't feel pain.

Zulong sat on the dragon chair, grieving and indignantly silent, and the other people in the Dragon Palace didn't dare to say anything, even Ao Tian didn't say anything, the blood of pure dragons is rare, let alone the blood of Zulong, who lost all of a sudden After eating three, Zulong couldn't bear it.

In the Dragon Palace, the tranquility is terrible, there is no sound at all, only the angry breath of the Zulong reverberates in the Dragon Palace, the coercion of the pinnacle of the quasi-sage makes all the dragons tremble, even Ao Tian feels a little palpitating, feeling deeply that the ancestor Dragon's scary.

Suddenly, Zulong stood up boldly and looked towards the direction of the Phoenix and Qilin tribes. His aura surged and he let out a dragon roar.

"Roar! Son of the Dragon Clan, fight! Fight! Fight!"