Prehistoric: Traveling through Fuxi and opening up the mythical Da Luofa

Clothed in rosy clouds, with horns on the head, and a strange beast covered in exquisite jewels, that is Shi Qilin.

A giant beast with a snake body, crocodile head, lizard legs, and eagle claws, soaring through the clouds and driving the fog, calling the wind and rain, is the Zulong.

In an instant, the color of the prehistoric world changed, and the spiritual pressure of the three quasi-sages stirred and intertwined with each other over Buzhou Mountain.

Ka Ka Ka!

The sky couldn't bear the aura of the three, and from time to time it wailed like broken glass.

With a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, countless creatures were captured by this momentum, and they all prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to move rashly.

"Die!"

The three great beasts roared, and the rumbling sound resounded throughout Buzhou Mountain.

Three incomparably majestic sharp claws fell like meteorites, grabbing at the top of Fuxi's head.

Before the Wu clan clan land.

Facing the falling three mountain peaks, Fu Xi still calmly said softly, "The momentum is pretty good!"

After the words fell, a wonderful piano sounded!

Zheng!

At the same time, a Guqin appeared in front of Fuxi's eyes, it was his companion Lingbao Fuxiqin.

I saw that the bottom of this piano is white jade, and the strings are like tencel, which is extremely warm and exquisite.

It is branded with the Dao pattern of good fortune, and the unparalleled breath permeates the six directions.

Fuxi pressed both hands on the piano, fiddled with it lightly, and the wonderful fairy sound immediately resounded throughout Buzhou Mountain.

A ripple visible to the naked eye spread like a ripple, and the three terrifying beast claws were blocked by the sound of the zither.

Ripples and animal claws intertwined in the sky, grand air mechanisms intertwined with each other, and terrifying space cracks densely covered the entire sky.

The two sides stood in a stalemate for a long time, until the ripple burst open, and in an instant, endless void storms penetrated into the wilderness, the universe was chaotic, yin and yang were reversed, and wind, fire, water and soil repeated themselves.

At the same time, when the ripples formed by the sound of the piano broke, it unleashed a majestic force, directly repelling the three beast claws, leaving huge gaps in them.

Endless rain of blood poured down from the sky and fell on the ground. In an instant, vegetation grew and spiritual things took shape, creating a scene of vitality.

It's just that when these hardened spirits saw the battle of the four quasi-sages in the sky, they were all terrified and ran around.

"One against three, how is it possible?"

"Could it be fake, the existence of the three quasi-sages can't win a single person!"

"Who is this person, why have I never heard of it!"

"Hahaha...the dragon, phoenix and unicorn clans have been arrogant for too long, and this time they finally hit the iron plate."

Everywhere in the prehistoric world, seeing the blow of three quasi-sages being blocked by a zither sound, countless prehistoric creatures almost dropped their jaws in shock.

Especially the clansmen of the Dragon, Wind and Qilin clans, seeing that the head of the clan combined with the power of the three quasi-sages was only a tie with the opponent, and they all became excited.

"Impossible. The patriarch's strength is so powerful that he has fought countless battles for hundreds of millions of years. How could he not be able to defeat a member of the Wu clan?"

"The guy who pretends to be a ghost must have used some kind of trick to get away with it."

"This person cheated and used magic weapons to fight against the body of the patriarch, the victory is invincible!!"

"That's right, our patriarch hasn't used the magic power yet!"

It's just that they selectively forgot that their patriarch was fighting against Fuxi with the strength of three people. If it was cheating, the three quasi-sages were the real cheating.

Moreover, the dragon, phoenix, and kylin clans themselves are known for their physical strength. Although they are not as good as the witch clan, they are not inferior to ordinary innate spirit treasures.

But many prehistoric creatures have the same idea as the dragon, phoenix and kylin tribe.

Therefore, greed and jealousy were born towards Fuxiqin.

However, there are also many powerful people who see that this treasure is just a top-grade innate merit and virtue spirit treasure. Although it belongs to the top magic weapon in the prehistoric world, there are not no magic weapons stronger than Fuxiqin.

But I've never heard of someone who can fight against the three quasi-sages with just one top-grade innate meritorious treasure!

Only people like Hongjun who hold the best innate spiritual treasures and innate treasures know the actual situation.

But the prehistoric beings who can possess top-level treasures are a minority after all, and most prehistoric creatures are already satisfied if they can own an innate-level treasure.

This caused many prehistoric creatures to misjudge, exaggerating the power of Fuxiqin, and even these prehistoric creatures have a greater desire for high-level magic weapons, which will lead to more murders and treasures in the prehistoric world in the future!

"Magic weapon, we will destroy the witch clan today!!"

A decisive voice resounded high above the sky, and the rumbling sound shook the heavens and the earth.

At the same time, a ray of light pierced the sky, and a fat white dragon ball with patterns like stars appeared in the sky. In an instant, the sky changed suddenly, clouds and thunder suddenly rose, and the wind and rain swayed. Hidden in the dark clouds, only a scaly claw was revealed.

Another red bell appeared in the sky. The sound of the bell was clear and sweet. Every time it was shaken, thousands of seas of fire manifested and lingered around Yuanfeng's body. The fiery flames almost burned the sky and boiled the sea.

And Shi Qilin took out a sail flag, which is one foot and seven inches long, and the color of the flag is black and yellow. When the flag comes out, there will be thousands of golden lotuses, and all evils will retreat, and ten thousand dharmas will not invade. It is the central Wuji Xinghuang flag. .

For a moment, the color of the world changed, the five elements were out of balance, yin and yang intertwined, and the thunder dragon rolled, creating a doomsday scene.

"fall!!"

With an order, the boundless divine thunder struck down, and the blazing divine flames blazed straight to the land of Fuxi and the Wu clan.

Fu Xi looked indifferent, sitting cross-legged, fingering.

At the moment, a beautiful piece of music resounds through the prehistoric land, like the sound of the vastness of the ancient times, it makes people feel at peace after hearing it.

This song has all three sounds of heaven, earth and human beings, and the three sounds are interlaced, ethereal and changeable, and the illusion is endless.

Bursts of sound waves spread out and intertwined with the thunder flames.

The rays of the sun were disillusioned, and under the sound of the zither, even the monstrous thunder and fire set off by the quasi-sage were wiped out one by one.

Chapter 37 Defeated and worrying, the sound of the zither is faint, passing through the purgatory composed of thunder and fire, and going straight to the bodies of Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shiqilin.

When it was about to touch the three quasi-sages, the sound of the piano was blocked by a black and yellow air, and ten thousand golden lotuses bloomed, enveloping the three quasi-sages.

For a while, the two sides formed a stalemate.

Seeing this situation, Fuxi frowned slightly, and immediately, the sound of the zither changed, and the fairy music was tainted with a sense of killing.

"You guys are not bad, so let me give it a try too!" After the words fell, Fuxi plucked the strings with his thumb.

Zheng! !

Amidst the panicky sound of the zither, accompanied by countless magical rhymes, a mighty sound wave erupted.

Suddenly, the heaven and the earth mourned, the universe turned upside down, and the earth's wind, water and fire appeared, as if the heaven and the earth were about to reopen.

The sound waves penetrated into the thunder and flames, and the next moment, the boundless purgatory formed by the interweaving of thunder and fire collapsed directly. The Ancestral Dragon Ball and the Phoenix Bell couldn't bear the mighty force, and split a small line respectively, flying back into the hands of their masters .

Only the Central Wuji Xinghuang Banner, which claims to avoid all evils and prevent all dharmas from invading, is still struggling to support it.

This flag is a treasure that focuses on defense among the five-color flags, so it can last until now.

It's just that it's at the end of its strength now, if there is another blow, it may not be able to take it down.

Seeing this situation, the faces of the three quasi-sages all changed drastically, especially Zulong and Yuanfeng's faces were pale.

The two natal magic weapons were damaged, and they were already seriously injured, unable to fight anymore!

"withdraw!!"

Someone yelled, and the three quasi-holy-level powerhouses turned their heads and left, disappearing into the sky in a blink of an eye.

The three quasi-sages came and went quickly, but there was a hint of embarrassment in their actions.

Fuxi watched the three leave, but did not make a move to keep them behind.

For him, as one of the protagonists of the Great Tribulation of Long Han, the living Three Holy Beasts are more useful to his plan!

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, the territory of the Wu clan.

The three quasi-sages came and went quickly, but there was a hint of embarrassment in their actions.

The scene of destroying the world has long since disappeared, and the broken space has automatically healed.

In front of the supernatural power of the mirror flower, the water moon, the children of the dragon, phoenix and kylin tribes are all unbelievable.

"The patriarch...the patriarch lost!"

"Impossible, the patriarch can't lose! It must be... It must be the mirror, it's fake!"

"Master Patriarch is the strongest existence in the prehistoric world. Only the patriarchs of the other two clans can contend. How could he lose to a silent and unknown person!"

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, ahhh..."

In an instant, the beliefs in the hearts of countless disciples of the three races collapsed one after another, and some even chose to commit suicide because they couldn't bear the stimulation.

As a result, not to mention the children of the dragon, phoenix, and kylin clans, even people who have nothing to do with the three clans are hard to calm down.

Many great powers deduced the secrets one after another and speculated about Fuxi's heel, but the result was naturally nothing.

This is even more shocking to the Almighty, the unknown is the scariest thing.

After this battle, many prehistoric creatures remembered the character of Fuxi, and by the way, the new race of the Wu Clan.

The high-level officials of countless prehistoric races told the children of the clan when they turned around, not to offend the Wu clan in the future.

. . . . . .

On Yujing Mountain, in the Nine Heavens Palace, the fairy sounds are graceful, full of vitality, surrounded by purple air, colorful auspicious mist, and a grand scene of the fairy palace.

In the boundless dao rhyme, Daoist Hongjun sat cross-legged on the futon, watching the picture coming out of the magic power of mirror flower water moon, he couldn't help being happy and worried, and his heart was extremely contradictory.

Earlier, when he used two innate treasures to win over Fu Xi, Hong Jun felt quite heartbroken.

Although he has many spiritual treasures, they are the ones he found after searching all over the prehistoric land and spending countless years.

Anyone would hesitate to send out two pieces for nothing.

But now, after seeing Fuxi's ability to force the three quasi-sages back with one against three, Hongjun was immediately thankful that he had made a wise decision.

If Fuxi joins, together with Yangmei, Qiankun, Yinyang, Wuxing, Bengtian, Destiny and others he had contacted before, defeating Luohu will definitely be a sure thing!

It's just that this person is extremely mysterious, and his strength is so strong, he must be a big opponent in the future.

"It would be great if Fuxi and Luohu could perish together!"

"It's a poor way to plan for this matter, and it must be done in one blow."

At the same time, in the western world, there are also people who are afraid of Fuxi.

Mount Sumeru stretches for billions of miles across the world, and it is the undisputed number one sacred mountain in the West.

It's just that at this moment, the sacred mountain is filled with extremely strong demonic energy, and the surging demonic energy surrounds the entire mountain, and the ten directions of the world are dyed in strange colors.

And on the top of Mount Sumeru, a dark magic palace stands here.

This place is the Holy Land of the Demon Ancestor, the Dojo of the Demon Ancestor Rahu.

Directly above the main hall, a figure with strong demonic aura sat firmly on the throne of the main hall of the Demon Palace, it was the Demon Ancestor Luohu.

Luo Hu's face was as gloomy as ink, and there was also a precious mirror formed by the magic power of mirror, flower, water and moon flashing in front of his eyes.

It reflects the great battle at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

From the beginning of this battle, everything was going according to Luo Hu's script.

He was quite satisfied when he saw the three quasi-sage powerhouses Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shiqilin come to Buzhou Mountain to trouble the witch clan.

Although Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shiqilin only have the strength of the quasi-sage primary peak, but with their powerful physical bodies and natal supernatural powers, their strength alone is comparable to his clone.

Coupled with the innate spiritual treasure in the hands of the three gods and beasts, combined with the power of the three, even Luo Hu's body needs to be treated with caution.

But in the end, the three quasi-sages were defeated in the duel.

Luo Hu only guessed the beginning, but not the ending.

Looking into the precious mirror, he stood with his hands behind his back. He was dressed in white clothes not stained with any dust, and he looked like Fuxi, a handsome prince of the world.

Luo Hu couldn't help feeling anxious.

This feeling has never appeared since he became a quasi-sage and established the Western Demon Cult.

But now with Fuxi, his plans have repeatedly failed, and the road to sanctification has encountered unexpected twists and turns.

How could this not make him anxious.

This person is not only physically strong, but also masters the law of power of Pangu Great God.