Prehistoric Luo Hu Asking the Way

Patriarch Minghe looked at Houtu, he didn't know what he was thinking in his eyes, but he knew that this illusory figure had already appeared in dozens of yuanhuis.

At the time of the first five-clan war in the early days of Long Han, countless illusory figures began to gather here, and I don't know why these ancestors of Minghe.

But these phantom figures are very weak, as long as he wants to, he can wipe out millions of phantom figures, or even tens of millions.

Of course, these illusory figures are also divided into strengths and weaknesses, some are very strong, while others are very weak.

But no matter how powerful it is, it is only equivalent to the cultivation base of a golden immortal, in the eyes of a quasi-sage like Patriarch Styx.

With a wave of hands, the world can be destroyed.

For Houtu's question, Patriarch Minghe didn't know how to answer, because he didn't know where this illusory figure came from.

"Could it be that these illusory figures are destined?" Patriarch Minghe asked lightly.

Houtu didn't speak, but looked at those illusory figures and the entire sea of ​​blood, and she found that there were countless illusory figures on the sea of ​​blood.

These figures are bloody.

If you don't look carefully, you probably won't be able to see it, because the color of the sea of ​​blood covers these illusory figures.

Rumble~~~

The sea of ​​blood seemed to be irritable, and it was beating wave after wave, powerful enough to crush Da Luo Jinxian.

You know, this is not the aura of a monk, but the aura of a sea of ​​blood. This aura is not the coercion of heaven and earth, but a pure majesty of blood.

Hou Tu's eyes shone brightly, and he said directly: "Fellow Daoist, is this done in a sea of ​​blood? I'm a little disturbed."

"No, it's not me, fellow daoist who disturbed me, but my teacher!" Patriarch Ming He said without any concealment.

Houtu was startled, and the look in his eyes was a little shocked. Isn't Luo Hu the teacher of Patriarch Styx?

I didn't expect the Demon Ancestor to be here!

"The Demon Ancestor is in the sea of ​​blood. I should go to visit him. I don't know if it is convenient for the Demon Ancestor now." Houtu's tone became respectful.

This is not respect for the ancestor of Styx, but respect for Luo Hu. Whether it is an ancestor witch or an ordinary witch, all the witches respect Rahu.

Patriarch Styx could hear the pleas in Houtu's words, and he also knew the relationship between Houtu and Rahu.

Back then, he didn't have futons in Zizai Palace, but he did have them here in Houtu. You must know that every futon is a disciple of Rahu.

If it wasn't for the fact that Houtu didn't go to the Zizai Palace for the second time, Patriarch Minghe even had a bad idea that Houtu gave up his discipleship.

"Master is doing it, I'm afraid I can't meet fellow Taoists now." Patriarch Minghe said solemnly, without a trace of falsehood.

"So that's the case, then I'll wait for the Demon Ancestor to come out at the edge of the sea of ​​blood!" Houtu said and sat down cross-legged.

In fact, there are two reasons why Houtu spoke like this. First, she really wanted to meet Luo Hui, and she wanted to ask Luo Hui some questions.

Second, Houtu feels that there is a chance for her in this sea of ​​blood, not just in the sea of ​​blood, but the entire sea of ​​blood is destined for her.

I don't know if this idea is correct, but Houtu dare not leave, what she needs now is a chance.

Otherwise, if the Heavenly Court really wants to attack the Wu Clan in the future, the consequence of the Wu Clan is likely to be their complete annihilation.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were originally born from the same root, and Houtu didn't want to see any of his brothers and sisters perish!

She can only rely on her best efforts to do everything, and after going through all kinds of hardships, she must also find opportunities that are beneficial to the Wu Clan!

Here in the sea of ​​blood, Houtu doesn't know if there is a chance, but she will not give up. It happens that the demon ancestor is here, so she can ask the demon ancestor.

If the Demon Ancestor can guide the direction, then this will be of great help to Houtu!

Patriarch Styx didn't stop him. This Houtu is the ancestor of the Wu Clan, so it's not easy to offend, and even if he stays in the sea of ​​blood, it won't affect him at all.

As for any unruly behavior, he doesn't have to worry about it at all.

With Luo Hu here, he didn't believe Houtu dared to do anything unfavorable.

At this time, Luo Hu had penetrated into the entire sea of ​​blood. It can be said that every part of the sea of ​​blood is now controlled by Luo Hu, and he can clearly see the specific location of any blood god son of Patriarch Styx.

As long as Luo Hu thinks, all the blood god sons can be wiped out in an instant without the blood sea drying up.

But for his disciples, how could Luo Hu do this, he is now trying his best to find Pangu's will.

Having penetrated into every part of the sea of ​​blood, this Pangu's will naturally has nowhere to hide, and Luo Hu quickly found the clue.

"Thanks to the great god, the remaining will can be hidden between the void and the sea of ​​blood. No wonder it took me so long to search for it."

Luo Hu found Pangu's will at the boundary between the void and the sea of ​​blood, and immediately his figure flashed and disappeared in the Blood Demon Palace.

When he reappeared, Luo Hu was already standing in a dark space, one side of this space was blood red and the other side was gray.

It seems that the interlacing of two kinds of space formed this unique space. In this space, Luo Hu could clearly see a giant.

This giant was none other than Pan Gu. Luo Hu was very familiar with Pan Gu. He had witnessed Pan Gu's opening of the world back then.

"Great God, do you still remember me?" Luo Hu took a step forward, looking at Pan Gu Zhi who was sitting cross-legged.

Although it was just a remnant of will, Luo Hu did not collect it directly. After all, it was Pangu's remnant will.

In the prehistoric world, the strong should be respected, and Pan Gu was the creator of the prehistoric world, so Luo Hu naturally wanted to preserve a minimum of dignity for Pan Gu.

"Devil God Rahu!" Pan Gu opened his eyes and looked at Luohu.

Luo Hu was a little surprised by the firm tone, as if Pangu's will had known that he would appear here.

"Fellow Taoist knows that I'm coming?" Luo Hu still asked the doubts in his heart.

Luo Hu was a little skeptical, because the Supreme Master said that Pan Gu's will on Buzhou Mountain did not have the momentum of Pan Gu Great God at all.

Because some words do not seem to be spoken by a supreme power.

"Don't fellow daoists want the bone marrow in Buzhou Mountain?" Pangu's will actually laughed!

"Hiss~~~"

Luo Hu took a step back. At this moment, he actually felt a kind of worry. He worried that the Pan Gu will in front of him was the real Pan Gu will.

If so, his current strength is far from being the opponent of Pan Gu's will in front of him.

Even if he has many means, it will not help in the face of absolute strength.

This is like a golden fairy holding a congenital treasure, can it defeat a quasi-sage?

"Fellow Daoist, are you afraid?" Pan Gu Zhi smiled slightly, revealing a look that made Luo Hu even more worried.

"Fellow Daoist was able to figure out what I was thinking. Yes, I really want to get the bone marrow of Bu Zhoushan." Luo Hu said bluntly.

Now that it has been broken by Pangu's will, there is no need to hide it anymore.

Hearing Luo Hu's words, Pan Gu Zhi actually showed a gratified smile, which made Luo Hu feel a little overwhelmed.

Could it be that he was very happy when Luo Hu took his bone marrow?

Sudden!

Luo Hu thought of one thing, that is, he had cultivated the root of good fortune into the embryo of the Nine Demon Pagoda, and now it is still under Taiyuan Mountain!

You must know that the root of good fortune is the root of Pangu, and it is no less important to a man than life!

Doesn't that mean that Pangu's will also knows?

For a while, Luo Hu began to secretly guard. Once Pan Gu's will showed any signs of attacking, he would take action directly, trying to get out of here in the shortest possible time.

As for beheading the will of Pan Gu, Luo Hu never thought about it, because there was no way to think about it!

If Pangu's will can know these things, then he can definitely be taken down. A half-step great power, even if only will is left, is not something that a Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian peak can resist.

"I can give you the bone marrow of Mount Buzhou, but I need you to do one thing. If you swear in front of me, then I can give the bone marrow of Mount Buzhou to fellow Taoists!" said Pangu Will.

There was thoughtfulness in Luo Hu's eyes, he was calculating the pros and cons of this, after all he couldn't make a loss-making business.

Although Pangu's bone marrow has infinite good fortune, he can't let Luo Hu go against his own demonic heart to do things.

Of course, if the requirements of Pan Gu's will were not so harsh, Luo Hu could agree.

"Fellow Daoist, please tell me." Luo Hu said.

"I want you to swear an oath to my true self, so that Buzhou Mountain will always stand above the prehistoric desolation!" When Pangu Zhizhi said these words, a fierce light burst out in his eyes.

Luo Hu was shocked!

What Pan Gu knew far exceeded Luo Hu's cognition. He didn't expect that Pan Gu could predict that Buzhou Mountain would collapse!

This is not wrong, the last battle of the Lich's calamity must be when the Buzhou Mountain collapses, and it is also the time when the Dao of Heaven fully controls the prehistoric world.

If Buzhou Mountain does not fall for a day, the Dao of Heaven will not be able to truly control the prehistoric world, which is why the Dao of Heaven plots that Mount Buzhou will collapse.

Even if the second Lich Clan doesn't intend to let Buzhou Mountain collapse, Heavenly Dao will intervene and let them push down Buzhou Mountain

"Yes, I agree to this request." Luo Hu said directly.

Immediately, Luo Hu solemnly made an oath.

"I, Luo Hu, hereby swear to Pan Gu, the great god himself, that if I was in the prehistoric times, the Buzhou mountain collapsed, and I would suffer eternal pain!"

The oath that Luo Hu made could not be described as ruthless.

But Pangu Zhizhi smiled lightly: "Fellow Daoist wants to play this kind of calculation in front of me, but it's a bit crude, but it doesn't matter. With this bead, you can get the bone marrow."

Saying that, Pangu's will turned into a milky white pearl, about the size of a fist.

Seeing this, Luo Hu's eyes lit up, he didn't expect Pan Gu's will to be able to see that he was playing word games.

However, this Pangu's will seemed to have no worries, and turned into orbs to help him get the bone marrow!

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