Prehistoric magic weapon wholesaler

boom!

A red light flashed, and a frowning old Taoist in red clothes suddenly appeared, smashing the magic snake's spell with his hand.

"Mojun Xia, you have already obtained the Blood Demon Stage, so why bother to kill?" Hong Yun said coldly.

"I want you to take care of it!"

A strange light flickered in Xia Mojun's eyes, the magic snake reappeared, and rushed towards the red cloud.

Hong Yun frowned even tighter, flicking his sleeves lightly, smashed the magic snake's magic form with a strong force.

hum~

A rich red light suddenly appeared on Xia Mojun's body, and after that, a bloody red light appeared on the Blood Demon Table in his hand.

The red light fell on Xia Mojun's body, and then Xia Mojun's figure became bigger, and soon became like a mountain.

"No, senior, stop him quickly. He is urging the Blood Demon Platform, which is a very dangerous thing, a ninth-grade magic weapon."

"Once he is fully activated, he will immediately turn into a puppet of a demon soldier, and all living beings in a radius of hundreds of millions of miles will be slaughtered by him to create a demon realm!" Seeing this, the young man was anxious and said loudly.

Hong Yun waved his hand, his frowning brows relaxed, as if he had made some decision, the whole person relaxed: "It doesn't matter!"

Saying that, without waiting for the young man to say anything else, he waved his hand, and the same ordinary red light fell down, instantly smashing the mountain-sized Xia Mojun into powder.

The young man was dumbfounded, opened his mouth wide, and was completely dumbfounded.

Dang!

Xia Mojun died, and the Blood Demon Terrace fell to the ground, emitting endless red light, spreading to the surroundings with a strong and ferocious intent.

Wherever the red light went, the flowers, plants, and trees withered instantly, and even the rocks and the ground were dyed red.

It looks as strange as the Blood Demon Table.

"Not good, the magic soldier is activated... It's over, it's over, the Demon Realm is about to appear!" The young man looked desperate.

The purpose of all magic soldiers is to create a magic domain, kill all the creatures in it, and turn it into a forbidden area for creatures.

Its existence is a great harm to the prehistoric world, because once it is generated, it will swallow the surrounding aura, laws, Taoism, and everything will be swallowed by it, and it will no longer allow the soul to practice. Destroy this area.

Earth veins, air eyes, everything will cease to exist.

If there are enough demon realms, it will even affect the prehistoric world, causing it to fall into ruin.

According to the power of magic soldiers, there are grades one to grade nine.

The first rank is the weakest, and the ninth rank is the strongest!

Once the magic soldiers are activated, almost no one can stop them.

The Blood Demon Terrace is the strongest ninth-rank demon soldier, and when it is activated at this time, the young man can hardly think of any other way to stop it.

"In the prehistoric world, there will be one more Demon Realm from now on...and it will be a Ninth Rank Demon Realm!"

The young man knew that he was going to die. Under the Demon Realm, no creature could survive, and he was no exception.

However, what he is more worried about is the impact of the Demon Realm on the prehistoric world.

"Witch Clan...where did you go?"

The young man couldn't help but roar in his heart.

Originally, the Wu Clan governed the land, and the energy of the earth belonged to the Wu Clan. If the Wu Clan was still there, how could the magic soldiers be able to show their power.

However, not long ago, for some unknown reason, all the witch clans in the Great Desolate Land disappeared, and there were not a few of the witch clans that were originally scattered throughout the Great Desolate Land.

In this way, the saying of being in charge of the earth has become a joke.

It also allows the evil soldiers to take advantage of the situation and bring disaster to the prehistoric world!

Before, he never felt that the Wu Clan was so good, but at this moment, he missed the Wu Clan very much.

"He's a man of justice!" Hong Yun saw the young man's thoughts, chuckled lightly, waved his hand, and was shining a red light. The Blood Demon Platform, which wanted to turn this place into a demon realm, flew into his hands immediately.

The red light that filled the sky and the earth then disappeared.

youth:"???"

Is he stupid again?

Can a fully activated magic soldier be interrupted?

Moreover, this is a ninth-rank magic soldier?

It is the strongest magic soldier!

The activation of such magic soldiers can be interrupted!

The young man looked at Hong Yun in disbelief: "Who the hell is he?"

The Blood Demon Terrace fell into Hong Yun's hands, and the red light instantly subsided, and even the power that had always existed on him to lure living beings disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed before.

The young man looked at it stupidly, unable to believe his eyes at all.

It's so quiet and well-behaved. It looks like a blood demon platform on an ordinary stone platform. Is it really a ninth-rank magic soldier?

Why do you feel so dreamy?

Hong Yun touched the Blood Demon Platform in his hand, and frowned again: "Demon soldiers, divine soldiers... old man Baibing... hey!"

He remembered the change at the beginning, and the time when the old man Baibing died.

Looking at the strange mountain created after his death, watching the endless strange creatures coming out of it.

They inferred at that time that Honghuang would usher in a big change.

But they never expected that the change would be so huge.

The current Honghuang has changed so much that they don't even know each other anymore.

There are countless magic soldiers and divine soldiers, coupled with the disappearance of the two clans of liches, the prehistoric forces have changed drastically, and they have completely fallen into an unprecedented change.

"Hey~"

The more he thought about it, the more complicated it became, Hong Yun sighed again.

"Senior?" The young man called out cautiously.

Hong Yun glanced at him, then waved suddenly, and a red light fell.

The young man resisted subconsciously, but he was completely unable to resist.

When he saw it, the red light had already entered his body.

At first he thought he was going to die.

After all, Xia Mojun, who was far stronger than him after using the Blood Demon Stage, also turned into powder under this seemingly ordinary red light.

How can he be an exception?

Chapter 261 Red Cloud's Guess

"Huh?" After waiting for a while, before the expected attack landed, the young man opened his eyes and let out a cry of surprise.

Not only did he not die under the red light, but the injuries on his body have already healed.

"Senior, junior thank you senior!"

Suddenly, the young man understood, stood up, knelt down on both knees, and kowtowed heavily towards Hong Yun.

Hong Yun nodded, and said in a flat voice: "Get up, I think you are a kind person, and you and I are predestined, so I will save you... I hope you will not forget your original intention, and don't change your original intention."

Hong Yun was very touched, the current prehistoric chaos is endless, and in it, few creatures can stick to it and never change their original heart.

Being kind at the beginning may not be kind in the future, and being evil at the beginning may not be evil in the future.

Under the ups and downs, in the ups and downs, the mind will be changed.

If the xinxing can remain unchanged from the beginning to the end, then at least it is the foundation of the Taiyi Golden Immortal.

In the previous prehistoric times, it was difficult to have such creatures, let alone the current prehistoric times.

"Dare to ask senior Gao's name, dare to ask senior... why did my prehistoric world become like this... when will it be better?"

The young man didn't get up, but knocked his head heavily on the ground.

Hong Yun, who was about to leave, stopped.

Listening to the young man's words, Hong Yun's expression suddenly became a little dazed, looking at the prehistoric world, after a long time, he left a word and disappeared.

"There is no master in the world, and the demon soldiers are in chaos... This is a catastrophe!"

The young man just got up at this time, looking at the position where Hong Yun was before, with a horrified expression: "Great catastrophe!"

"Heaven and earth have no master...referring to the disappearance of the two clans of liches?"

"Where did the Lich Clan go?"

"Did it... fall?"

"No way?"

"That's two clans of liches? Overlord of heaven and earth!"

The young man was extremely shocked and extremely horrified. Hong Yun's words expressed many meanings. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the more he thought about it, the more desperate he became.

"Could it be that there is really nothing to do in this world?" The young man raised his head with sad eyes.

He survived for a long time in the prehistoric world after this change, and witnessed countless tragic events.

He doesn't want to see anything like that again!

"I want to find out...Ask those saints, why they watched the prehistoric world become like this, but still ignored it."

"The two clans of liches have disappeared, shouldn't the saints protect them?"

The young man was sad and angry, holding a spear in his hand, and his expression was firm. He was no longer the same as before, wandering the wilderness, looking for magic soldiers, and saving the common people.

He knew that this would not affect the overall situation at all, and he wanted to find out.

Why, the world has become like this, but those saints who are high above and who rule the common people can watch helplessly.

Is it really going to turn the prehistoric world into a purgatory on earth?

"I, Donghua... must find out!"

"As saints, but they are so inactive, they are saints in vain!"

In Kunlun, Sanqing suddenly opened their eyes together and looked at Donghua.

Yuanyuan smiled and said, "Elder brother, what do you think should be done?"

Tong Tian nodded: "He is indeed a kind person, but he is full of spirit and too proud."

Taiqing looked at Donghua in surprise: "Prince Dong... Donghua... I didn't expect that your personality has changed so much."

They are saints, when they saw Donghua, they immediately calculated everything about him with a thought.

The young man's name is Donghua, and he is no small person.

In his previous life, he was an important figure in the prehistoric world, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was the master of the prehistoric world.

Because in his previous life, he was the prince of the East, the head of the Great Desolate Male Immortal, and in name, even Sanqing and the two sages of the West belonged to him.

It's just because of being too proud and lacking self-awareness, which led to the disaster of killing him. He didn't know the depth, was besieged by the monster clan and fell, and the rise of the monster clan was fulfilled.

After all, Duke Dong is the head of the male immortals, and he also gained a lot of merit during his reign, so he did not fall completely, and got a chance of survival.

One of the true spirits wandered in the prehistoric world, protected, nourished, and nurtured by the prehistoric world. It was not until not long ago that it was conceived and formed into an innate god mansion, named Donghua.

This Donghua is also not simple. He looks like a young man now, but in later generations, he is also a well-known Emperor Donghua, an emperor above the heaven.

However, that is still a little far away from him now, he became the emperor of heaven ruled by Haotian, not the emperor of demon clan.

Now he is just an ordinary innate god residence in Honghuang.

Of course, what caught Sanqing's attention was not his identity in the previous life, nor his current identity, but his identity in the next life.

Speaking of it, this Donghua is really unlucky. In the previous life, Dong Wanggong returned to the head of the prehistoric male immortals, but he fell. In this life, he is Donghua, who has the fate of the emperor, and he also reincarnated.

It wasn't until the third life, reincarnation of Lu Dongbin, who became one of the Eight Immortals of Shangdong, that he was completely stable and did not fall again.

Among these three lifetimes, his status and status are lower and weaker each time, and his strength is weaker each time... As the Great God of the Great Desolation, there is no one who has mixed up to such a degree.