Prehistoric magic weapon wholesaler

Originally, he thought that the Twelve Witches dared to be called this name only because of their relationship with the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Belongs to related households!

But now, he gave up this idea.

With a serious expression on his face, Duobao looked at the twelve witch clans who were fighting against each other at the same time, carrying several curses, and said seriously: "You have won my respect!"

They are qualified to be called this name, just based on their current performance!

Although his words, the Twelve Witch Clan couldn't hear him.

But he still said it.

To be honest, he looked down on these witches before. After all, those who are related can always arouse the jealousy, envy and contempt of those who have no relationship.

He is also included.

"Hey...Actually, seriously, I seem to be considered a related household, right?"

He is a disciple of the Sanqing Dynasty and the grandson of Daozu Hongjun. After all, he is Honghuang's biggest relationship, right?

"hey-hey!"

Duobao was suddenly very happy.

Many people despise relationship households, but few people are unhappy when they become relationship households.

After all, relationship is also part of strength!

"I don't know, do you regret it now?"

Duobao looked at Wanyaotu and thought in his heart.

The current situation of Diyi and the others is really not very good. Although their strength has improved, the curse on them is not fake.

Of course, if you make it through, you can get great rewards, but if you can't make it through... that means the death of the Dao, which is very dangerous.

Even Duobao, it is uncertain whether they can make it through.

After all, he knows the curse he made himself.

Those curses are very fierce, even after being restrained by him, they are still very fierce.

Di Yi and the others have shown their intelligence and perseverance... But it is still unknown whether they can survive.

And even if it survives, it may not be the end.

After all, in his plan, the first trial in the Dark Trial Field was a catastrophe with the full-fire fruit clan and the curse without any restrictions.

In the current situation, the disaster has been reduced countless times.

Not only was the power of the curse restricted, but all the fruit clans didn't use their full strength, at least the ginseng fruit tree hadn't done anything yet.

You know, the ginseng fruit tree is the real spiritual root of the Taiyi Golden Immortal level.

That is, it doesn't do it by itself, just by blessing a group of fruit clans, their strength can soar rapidly.

If that is the case, it is absolutely impossible for the current Lich clan and his juniors and sisters to survive.

"It still takes time to grow up!"

Thinking about it carefully, Duobao felt that he was a little too much.

Is the arrangement of the dark trial field too harsh for them?

With their strength, even if the catastrophe has been reduced countless times, they are still very reluctant.

This can be seen from the performance of these people now.

"Is it really necessary?"

In the picture of ten thousand monsters, the witch clan is fighting hard, no, it can even be said to be a life-and-death battle.

There are only two possibilities in each game, one is dead and the other is alive.

Not defeated!

Guozu, who found out that he had been tricked, was very angry and basically didn't hold back.

If it hadn't been tricked and restricted by the curse power of the Ten Thousand Monsters Map and the Twelve Witch Clans, all the Witch Clans and the Jade Cauldron inside would have died in just an instant.

"Trials are just trials... there is no need to be so tragic!"

Duobao's heart suddenly softened, especially after seeing all the witches fighting hard, they were drawn back to rest by the power of the Great Wall, their bodies were covered in scars, and their minds were full of exhaustion.

"Otherwise, the trial will end here?"

Duobao whispered, thinking about it carefully, he seemed to be a bit too much.

Let's not talk about the juniors and sisters.

After all, he is his younger brother and younger sister, so whatever arrangement he makes is right.

But the two clans of Liches... really don't need to go through such hardships.

At first they just wanted to let themselves help them improve their strength.

But now, this time, no, it was a small half-time trial... The number of Liches and Demons, which were originally counted in trillions, is now only counted in billions.

Originally, the unit of [-] was not too small, but compared to the original calculation of trillions and two Liches, it was far worse.

Thinking about it, a fruit appeared in front of me.

It was the fruit given to him by the fruit tree before.

"Forget it, forget it...let's end it like this!"

Really couldn't bear to watch again, Duobao waved his hand, threw the fruit into the void, turned into countless life force, and fell into the endless stars in the starry sky.

The power of reincarnation rotated, and the creatures of the two clans of Liches that had accumulated in it before all reincarnated into the stars.

"This trial, let's use this weakened version of the fruit family, the curse as the final stage!"

"Wait until you get through this difficulty... let's really end it!"

Duobao sighed and shook his head.

Taking another look at the changes in the Ten Thousand Monsters Picture, Duobao felt a little complicated.

"Is Hong Huang's situation the same as my current situation here?"

"Surviving in the wilderness is not necessarily as miserable as mine is, right?"

At least, in the real wilderness, the death of living beings will not be reduced by multiples.

2 Chapter Sixty

In the prehistoric world, after the lich disappeared, countless sects, forces, and dynasties suddenly appeared.

They occupied a Chuling Mountain, a holy land, and formed their own forces.

This move is not for hegemony, but for survival.

Because, in the previous change, the Baibing old man of Baibingzu fell because of spying on the unknown great existence, which attracted backlash.

It didn't matter if he fell, but it made the whole prehistoric world different.

Suddenly, countless magic soldiers and magic soldiers appeared in the wild.

It is another kind of weapon among the innate magic weapon and the acquired magic weapon among the strange and prehistoric.

The most powerful ones are not inferior to Xiantian Lingbao, but they all have demonic properties.

People who have obtained magic soldiers and magic soldiers, because of their different personalities, are greatly expanded by magic soldiers and magic soldiers.

The good is better and the evil is more evil.

Evil people hold magic weapons to plot against the common people, while good people hold magical weapons to protect the common people.

The prehistoric land, which was originally quite peaceful, became chaotic because of these magic soldiers, the masters of the magic soldiers. Fights broke out everywhere every day.

In almost every place, you can feel the powerful battle fluctuations not far from the gathering.

No one dares to go out to the theater unless they are really confident in themselves.

Because they all know that among the creatures in battle, one of them must have magic or divine weapons.

Either protect or kill.

Every day, new powers rise and new powers fall.

In the prehistoric world, everyone is in danger, and not many people dare to meddle in their own business, because no one knows whether one of the two sides in the battle has magic soldiers and magic soldiers that they cannot compete with.

The price of meddling in other people's affairs is most likely your own life.

After countless times of blood and tears of education, almost all living beings have become selfish.

"Hand over the Blood Demon Terrace... Spare your lives, otherwise, die!" Outside a large mountain in Honghuang, two forces were confronting each other.

One of them was led by a creature with a pair of snake eyes and a strange big sword in his hand.

His gaze was ruthless and cold, and there was no emotion in his voice.

"Xia Mojun... The Blood Demon Terrace is a demon soldier with deep demonic nature. We must bring it back to the dynasty, suppress it, and eliminate its demonic nature." The man who spoke was a blood-stained young man with a righteous face. Holding a white jade spear, holding a palm-sized blood-colored ink table in his arms.

call out!

A gloomy sword light flashed, the young man tapped his spear and backed up again and again.

Xia Mojun held the sword and attacked continuously.

The sword light was cold and silent.

"Sneak attack!" The young man was furious, pointing his spear repeatedly, finally parrying Xia Mojun's continuous attack, and shouted angrily: "Shameless!"

"I'm the Demon Lord...you're telling me to be shameless?" Xia Demon Lord couldn't attack for a long time, he retracted his sword and retreated, with the long sword lying across his chest, and a magic snake appeared behind him, huge as a mountain, with a forked snake letter in his mouth Spit out, curling a strange big sword!

"That's my honor!"

The young man choked, it was true, he was the one who lost his head when he talked about morality with the devil.

"Monarch...do you really want to do this?"

The young man looked at the huge magic snake on Xia Mojun's body with apprehension, and he held his spear tightly. As his mana circulated, a white jade spear also appeared behind him.

However, compared to the magic snake's magic appearance, its breath is much weaker!

His strength is not as good as Xia Mojun's, and he has gone through many battles and was seriously injured. At this time, he shows his appearance, and he can see the obvious difference.

"I said, as long as you hand over the Blood Demon Table, I will let you go!"

The young man immediately hugged the Blood Demon Platform tightly, and said loudly, "Don't even think about it!"

"Then, don't blame me!"

After the words fell, the magic snake disappeared with a whimper.

The young man was shocked and flew out suddenly.

On the spot, the magic snake reappeared, and a drop of blood slowly slid down from the big sword wrapped around the snake letter.

Bang!

The young man fell heavily on the ground, and the Blood Demon Terrace rolled out, immediately exuding a strange light, which made people's hearts itch, and they wished to hold it in their hands immediately.

Xia Mojun's figure flashed, and appeared in front of the Blood Demon Table, lowered his body, and picked up the Blood Demon Table.

"do not want!"

The young man roared unwillingly, struggling to get up, but he couldn't get up.

The blow of the Magic Snake completely crushed him.

At this time, the bones in his body were broken, the blood vessels were ruptured, and his magic power was chaotic. Without the peerless elixir, it would be a question of whether he could survive, let alone stop Xia Mojun.

He was really hurt too badly.

Originally, he could still support it, but Xia Mojun shot with all his strength and directly broke his last defense.

Xia Mojun ignored the young man, holding the Blood Demon Table, a strange light flashed in his eyes, which looked exactly the same as the light of the Blood Demon Table.

call out!

Xia Mojun suddenly glanced at the young man, and the magic snake disappeared again.