Chapter 36: Luo Hou Leads a New Way of Fighting

Zhuque crashed headfirst into Yuanfeng's body.

Only then did he barely dodge Luohou's sword!

They had no advantage over Luohou.

Luohou's body was only a few thousand feet long, but what about them?

Their original bodies were living targets!

But at this time, if they manifested their Dao bodies, their strength would be sharply reduced by three points...

What should they do?

This has put several clan leaders in a difficult choice.

Luohou's sword left a sword mark of a million feet on the ground, and the Dao rhyme on it could not be dissipated, and it was constantly eroding the ground!

This sword did not even repair the power of the Heavenly Dao.

"Zulong!" Shi Qilin shouted:

"Join hands!"

"Okay!" Zulong's eyes were solemn, and then he turned into a Dao body.

Even if his strength was sharply reduced, he must not be a living target.

However, on Zulong's Dao body, at the shoulder, there was a deep blood mark.

This made the pupils of Shi Qilin shrink.

Really... left a trace?

This Luohou's strength is really terrifying!

Shi Qilin couldn't help swallowing his saliva. Why would such a powerful enemy live in seclusion in the prehistoric world?

The three tribes have been fighting for so long... Aren't they like clowns?

"Old dog, don't be stunned!" Zulong said solemnly:

"Let's transform into a Taoist body, otherwise we can only be a living target."

"Okay." Shi Qilin nodded, and then transformed into a middle-aged Taoist wearing khaki armor.

"Hehe." Luohou held the Zhuxian Sword, his body shrunk ten thousand times, and he stepped step by step in the void, with a bit of disdain on his lips:

"You are as weak as ants, and you don't show your true body. How much strength do you have left?"

"A loach, a yellow dog, a turkey, a sparrow, you are such livestock, and you actually want to be the king of the prehistoric world?"

Every word Luohou said pierced the hearts of several people.

Although he was talking trash all over the sky, his actions were not slow at all.

It seems... this trash talk interference is also a means?

I saw his body constantly approaching Yuanfeng and Zhuque who had transformed into Tao bodies.

Seeing this, Zulong turned his fists into dragon claws, leaned forward and pounced on them, and locked Luohou's shoulders with a pair of dragon claws.

Luohou raised his eyebrows, then struggled hard, but found that Zulong locked it too tightly!

"I do have some strength."

The next moment, Luohou raised his knees and hit Zulong's lower body. Zulong instantly felt the pain of being cut by thousands of knives, as if his whole body was stabbed by a knife!

This scene made Shi Qilin feel terrified.

This Luohou, how can he fight like this?

"F**k!" Zulong cursed, but the pain all over his body made him unable to move for a while.

Being hit by a strong man of the same ancestor level, Zulong was in trouble.

But Luohou would not give him a chance. He unlocked Zulong's lock with his arms and then punched Zulong's nose!

Nose, chin, eyes, chest...

Luohou's every move hit these parts.

It can only be said that it is as insidious as it can be!

Seeing this, Shi Qilin rushed forward and helped Zulong resist for a moment, waiting for Zulong to recover.

Then Yuanfeng and Zhuque joined the battle!

Four ancestors of the three tribes fought against Luohou!

Although the battle was not one-sided, the ancestors of the three tribes were still at a disadvantage.

It was only half a day!

You heard it right! Half a day!

Not a year!

The four ancestors only lasted half a day in Luohou's hands.

This was when Luohou did not play any trump cards.

Luohou only used a sword to kill the immortals!

Although it was related to the excessive consumption of the ancestors of the three tribes.

However, Luohou's strength can also be seen from this!

At this critical moment, a blazing white light emerged, and the excitement in Luohou's eyes could not be concealed.

"You are finally here!" Luohou laughed, and then went to the most conspicuous green light among the several flying lights:

"Hongjun! Fight with me for 300 million rounds!"

Bang!

Bang!

In the void, two streams of light, one black and one blue, were constantly colliding, and the void was shattered one after another!

Even, the two seemed to have broken the origin of heaven and earth... The chaotic energy leaked into the prehistoric world!

Zulong and his companions were all stunned. What was going on?

Suddenly they were thrown down...

No!

Shouldn't the focus be on why there were so many ancestors in the prehistoric world?

"Four Taoist friends, are you okay?" A clear voice sounded beside them.

Yang Mei, Yin Yang, Qian Kun and Qian Kun all came together.

"Nothing, barely alive." Zulong shook his head, as if he had lost all his pride at this moment.

It seemed that even the weakest old Taoist in front of him had the same aura as himself.

What capital did he have to be proud of?

He raised his eyebrows and pulled Zulong up, Qiankun and Yinyang also pulled up the others.

"Brother!"

In the distance, a dragon roar startled Zulong, and he looked back suddenly.

He saw a 100 million li Qinglong flying towards him.

Zulong's pupils shrank. Could it be that he really wanted his third brother to do that?

Zulong's heart was full of reluctance.

He and the three brothers Zhulong and Qinglong transformed together, the three innate dragons.

The tribe has developed to this day, and there are more than a thousand Yuanhui.

How could he bear to let his third brother go to the four poles.

But...

A voice that resounded through the world startled several people in an instant.

"I am the supervisor of the Western Gold, and I am willing to transform into the sacred beast of the western extreme of the prehistoric world, forever suppress the western extreme of the prehistoric world, suppress the luck of the prehistoric world, and provide peace and stability for the world!"

At this moment, a shadow of a white tiger appeared at the pillar of heaven.

His figure was visible to every creature in the prehistoric world.

The battlefield in the east stopped, and the people in the west were stunned.

West, the Guardian.

A powerful person who has long been famous, his body is a white tiger.

Although he is from the west, he has never returned since he left the west, and has been wandering in the east.

He is called the Guardian God by the people of the prehistoric world.

His cultivation is that of a Daluo Perfection.

But at this moment, in everyone's eyes, boundless Xuanhuang gathered around the pillar of heaven, and instantly went towards the white tiger that manifested the world.

As the merits fell, the Guardian's cultivation continued to rise.

That realm of Taoism was rising rapidly. After just a few breaths, the merits in the sky disappeared, and the realm of Taoism of the Guardian God had reached a terrifying level!

Most people don't know what realm this is, but... that breath is definitely comparable to the current Zulong!

The white tiger in the void roared, and then stepped on the road to the sky and headed towards the west.

Zulong's pupils shrank.

This... There are four poles in the prehistoric world, and if the supervisors are removed from one of them, there are only three left!

Originally, Zulong was prepared that if he failed in the end, the three brothers could become one of the four poles and gain boundless merits. Although the days ahead would be a little harder, they still have a destiny, right?

It's just that... The four poles are determined by heaven.

A dragon like Zulong, who is the second in heaven and the eldest in the world, can't understand it.

He doesn't understand destiny, he only knows the size of his fist.

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