Prehistoric: Blood Lord Styx, starting with 100,000 Pangu blood

The moment Zhen Yuanzi blew himself up, a big hand suddenly stretched out from the void.

Immediately afterwards, Zhen Yuanzi fell into a deep sleep.

Afterwards, Zhen Yuanzi's true spirit disappeared.

"Lord of the tunnel, it seems that I have not misjudged you."

33 Chongtian.

Styx said lightly.

Zhen Yuanzi detonated Wuzhuang Temple's hundreds of millions of miles of land veins, with the demeanor of Luohu.

Besides, he is willing to die for Hongyun, which is considered very loyal.

"Tianmo tower, go!"

"Hongyun is demonized, I want to see how Hongjun will deal with it!"

With a wave of his hand, the Demon Pagoda entered the void with Rahu's inheritance.

over nine days.

The red cloud was still flying towards the demon court.

Suddenly, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Hong Yun could no longer feel Zhen Yuanzi's breath.

"what is this?"

Suddenly, a small nine-story pagoda appeared in front of Hong Yun.

"The best innate spirit treasure is actually a magic weapon!"

Hong Yun's face was shocked, such magic weapons still existed in the prehistoric world.

Demon Ancestor Luohu, hasn’t he already disappeared?

"Forget it, Pindao wants to see what is the mystery of this magic weapon."

Hongyun opened his hand and grabbed the magic tower.

Whoosh!

Before Hongyun could react, the magic tower entered his body and merged with his primordial spirit.

"Come out to the poor."

Hongyun roared angrily, but the magic tower didn't move at all.

Suddenly, the mysterious light of the magic tower flashed, and a black bead appeared in Hongyun's primordial spirit.

Endless magic energy began to condense.

The magic weapon turned into a majestic middle-aged man.

With just one glance, Hong Yun felt that the man in front of him was invincible.

"who are you?"

"Why did it appear in my primordial spirit?"

"What is this magic tower?"

Hongyun pressed three times in a row and asked questions directly.

His eyes were full of vigilance and endless hostility.

"My Demon Ancestor Luohu, are you my apprentice?"

"Look at this strength, it's average."

Luo Hu taunted Hong Yun.

Indeed, the strength of the quasi-sage in the mid-term is still not in the eyes of Luo Hu.

"apprentice?"

"I don't have your master."

"Disappear quickly, or I will do it."

Hong Yun said viciously.

What's going on every day.

After being chased and killed, Zhen Yuanzi fell, and now he meets the big devil Luo Hu.

Hong Yun said that he was under a lot of pressure.

"You are the second disciple appointed by this seat. As for Yuanyuan, after you become a saint, go ask Fellow Daoist Minghe."

"The way of the three corpses, the majestic purple energy, it seems that you have a good chance."

"However, this Hongmeng Ziqi was tampered with by Hongjun."

Luo Hu looked at the majestic purple energy in Hongyun Primordial Spirit, and said slowly.

"what?"

Hong Yun exclaimed.

His face gradually became gloomy, as if water was about to drip.

This primordial purple qi was manipulated by Hongjun, so Hongyun couldn't refine it even if he tried his best.

Heaven is unfair!

"Still not paying respects to Master?"

"When you absorb the magic inheritance left to you by this seat, you will become a saint."

"At that time, do you still worry about not being able to avenge your friend?"

Luo Hu's eyes were sly, he just peeped into Hong Yun's memory.

Although this apprentice has special hobbies, his overall qualifications are not bad.