Chapter 22 The Four Ancestors

To the west of the prehistoric world, there is Mount Xumi.

The Xumi Mountains stretch for a long time, and its peaks are even more unreachable.

It is somewhat different from the endless innate spiritual energy surrounding ordinary mountains.

On this Mount Xumi, there is a thick black evil spirit.

The evil spirit has been lingering around Mount Xumi for a long time, and its ferocity is probably enough to scare countless Daluo cultivators.

Evil spirit is what the immortals of the pure spirit and soul fear the most.

Just touching it will pollute the soul.

If it is ordinary evil spirit, it will not be too scary for the cultivators who have cultivated to the Golden Immortal.

But... the evil spirit here is slightly different.

Mount Xumi is the dojo of the Demon Ancestor Luohou, and this boundless evil spirit is arranged by the Demon Ancestor himself.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the west of the prehistoric world is a "pure land" in the prehistoric world.

On weekdays, few creatures move here.

After the great catastrophe of the beasts, the beast lineage also had a chance to survive.

Among them, there were four great beast kings, Chaos, Taotie, Taowu, and Qiongqi.

These four beast kings migrated to the West with countless beasts.

Although the West is rich, few people come here because of the beasts.

Even the battlefields of the three tribes are outside the West.

Even in the West Sea, there are not many dragons.

After all, they are isolated and helpless here.

The blood sea of ​​the prehistoric world is at the junction of the West Sea and the South China Sea.

There is the Western "Beast Continent" in front, and the land polluted by the endless blood sea behind.

In this West Sea, the dragon clan does not have too many troops.

The gain does not make up for the loss.

At this moment, on the top of Mount Xumi, there is a huge palace.

The whole palace is black and looks like a lotus.

In this palace, there is a middle-aged Taoist sitting cross-legged on a lotus platform.

His identity is self-evident.

Demon Ancestor, Luohou.

"Strange." Luohou frowned slightly, and kept calculating with his hands:

"How did these three tribes find out? Could it be that Hongjun took action?"

"Heh!" Luohou sneered:

"Hongjun, Hongjun, I have long felt that I have no rivals except you, and you really did it!"

In Luohou's heart, except for Hongjun, the others are all chickens and pottery dogs.

What Yangmei, Qiankun, Yinyang, Wangshu and the like are all just names!

In the present prehistoric world, as far as he knows, there are only six of them who have rebuilt the body of the Chaos Demon God.

Luohou held his chin with one hand, with an evil smile on his lips, looking at the black mysterious mirror in front of him, on which the scene of the three tribes purging their tribes was playing.

"Qian Kun is nothing but a piece of dirt, and his strength is even more shabby; Yin Yang holds the top avenue but doesn't know it, and he will never be invincible; Wang Shu is too kind-hearted, a woman, but she wants to integrate into the prehistoric world; Yang Mei is even more ridiculous, thinking only of keeping himself safe.

If there are other demon gods who can survive besides you guys, it will be that time, right?"

As he said, Luo Hou smiled contemptuously:

"Immersed in the long river of time and can't get out? Hongjun, Hongjun, they are not important. What really matters to me is you. Your way is born from Yin Yang and transcends Yin Yang. Haha, since you have made a move, I will come to meet you."

As he said, Luo Hou waved his hand, and a black mist appeared in front of him in an instant, and two red lights flashed in the mist.

"Launch a general attack on the dragon clan within the ten yuan meeting."

"I obey your order!"

The black mist responded and dissipated in an instant.

Luohou was the only one left in the huge palace, observing the battlefield of the three tribes:

"It's almost over, it's almost over."

There was a bit of madness in Luohou's eyes:

"Sacrifice the blood of the three tribes on the battlefield! That will be the day when I will become a Taoist!"

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In the east of the prehistoric world, there is an unknown place.

In this wilderness, there is a small pavilion.

There are four figures sitting in this pavilion.

One of them is Hongjun.

There is also an old Taoist wearing a yin and yang Taoist robe, with white hair and beard, holding a whisk in his hand.

Next to him sat a middle-aged Taoist wearing a green robe, with an unfathomable Taoist charm around him, and his face was smiling.

Next to this middle-aged Taoist sat a middle-aged Taoist wearing a khaki Taoist robe, with an extremely majestic face.

"Daoist Fellow Yin Yang, Daoist Fellow Qian Kun, and Daoist Fellow Hong Jun, it's been a long time since we last met." The middle-aged Taoist in green shirt smiled and said:

"It's been dozens of years since we last met. You Daoists have all made great progress in your Dao."

"Good." Hong Jun nodded and smiled:

"Daoist Fellow Yang Mei is the same. The Dao of Space has already reached its peak. I'm afraid you're about to take that step."

The identity of the middle-aged Taoist in green shirt is Yang Mei! The Chaos Demon God of Space.

"Don't mention it, don't mention it." Yang Mei shook his head:

"What does it matter if my Dao is even more peaked? I have no choice but to do it for the sake of freedom."

"Daoist Yangmei, don't you want to stay in this prehistoric world?" Yin Yang said with a smile:

"This prehistoric world is really good. If we had known this earlier, why did we stop Pangu from becoming a Taoist? This kind of world has given rise to many things, which is much better than the environment we used to live in."

"Yes." Qiankun said solemnly:

"Stable and leisurely, I never thought that people like us could live such a life."

"Daoists, you are wrong." Yangmei sighed:

"I also know the perfection of this prehistoric world, but I can't be free after all. I am the Dao of space, and I yearn for freedom the most in my life. If I stay here, I can't become a Taoist."

Hearing this, several people stood up in awe and raised their hands to bow:

"Daoist, your heart is really firm, and you are devoted to the Tao."

"Hahahahaha." Yangmei Laughed a few times:

"Before I leave, how about I tell you about my Dao? Maybe you can also understand the meaning of freedom from it!"

"Good." Hongjun chuckled:

"Daoyou Yangmei is really free and easy, and he also passed on the Dao of Space to us."

"What's the matter?" Yangmei raised his eyebrows:

"It's just the Dao. You are my best friends. I believe that you will not be stingy with your Dao, right?"

"Of course!" Yin Yang nodded repeatedly:

"Our friendship is just the Dao."

"That's right." Even Qiankun smiled a little:

"Thinking back to the past, we were best friends in the chaos, and there were Wangshu, Luohou and Shichen..."

After these words came out, everyone present was silent.

"Fellow Daoist Wangshu's heart... we can't guess it." Yang Mei shook his head:

"Why don't you leave Taiyin in this life? The world of Honghuang doesn't reject us."

"What's that saying?" Yin Yang thought for a moment:

"Women's hearts are like needles in the sea?"

"That's right." Yang Mei changed the subject:

"Fellow Daoist Luo Hou and we haven't seen each other for more than 3,000 years. I also invited him to this gathering. It seems that he will be absent again."

Hearing this, Yin Yang frowned:

"In fact, I have heard something, but I don't know whether I should tell you or not."

"Why not?" Yang Mei smiled:

"We can talk freely."

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