"Descendants of Pangu, but Kunlun Sanqing?"

Luo Hu looked at the ancestral dragon coldly, the four swords of the Zhuxian in his hand were transformed by the fragments of the Pangu axe, which was the most extreme sharpness and killing in the desolate world, but he could not break through the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda transformed by the merits of the opening of the sky.

Moreover, the karma contained in slashing the merits of opening the heavens is enough to allow oneself to advance without an inch in the future.

With the support of the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda, after the birth consciousness of Pangu Sanqing, unless someone can break through the mixed element and reach a higher level, otherwise Pangu Sanqing is congenitally undefeated.

If Zu Long really wanted to put himself in front of Sanqing, he didn't have to stay.

"Sanqing has the Xuanhuang Merit Pagoda to protect him, no one in the world can move it, I'm talking about the Wu clan transformed by the Pangu bloodline, and the Rahu Daoyou Immortal Sword is a killing weapon, in this flood wilderness, the Pangu bloodline is a better sacrificial weapon!"

"And the Witch Clan has been born!"

"Pangu bloodline?" A cold color flashed in Luo Hu's eyes, and the four blood-red pillars of light that rose to the sky instantly retracted, turning into four immortal swords and appearing behind Luo Hu.

"Pangu will definitely leave a protective treasure for his bloodline, the current four swords of Zhuxian can't break through Pangu's back hand, your dragon clan has enjoyed all the luck of the desolation over the years, there must be a lot of them, you should refine the fairy sword for me!"

Luo Hu looked at the ancestral dragon, the corners of his eyes overflowed with murderous intent, the three innate clans got too much luck in the tribulation of the fierce beast, and it was also suitable for refining the Immortal Sword.

Moreover, the three innate clans have always been in the same qi, and this time the ancestral dragon came alone, which was the most suitable time to weaken the creatures of the water tribe.

"The dragon clan is willing to sacrifice the sword of the water tribe creatures as Taoist friends!"

The ancestral dragon did not hesitate, and agreed in one bite, there are countless creatures in the water tribe, and there are many body shapes that do not fit with the dragon clan, and they are completely unsuitable for reproduction, and they happen to be all Rahu sacrifice swords.

When the greatest threat to the Wu Clan is cleared, the Flood Wilderness will compete with the Dragons without any race.

Four pillars of blood-red light shot straight into the sky in the East China Sea.

One after another, the dragon clan appeared in its original form, and its huge claws turned into a world, and in each world, there were countless low-level water tribes.

One world after another was sent into the blood-red pillar of light, and the bloody aura instantly spread across the East China Sea.

But the number of water tribes is related to the luck of the dragon clan, and there are too many of them, and the dragon clan itself is not reluctant.

Within a few days, the claws of the dragon clan stretched out to the birds and beasts led by the Phoenix Clan and the Qilin Clan.

After all the dragons were dispersed, all the water tribes in the East China Sea only felt a soul-inspired attraction coming from the seaside, and they rushed towards the edge of the East China Sea with all their strength.

Luo Hu sneered at the surging water tribe and disappeared in the Zhuxian Sword Array, a black dragon flew from a distance, and when he saw the surging water tribe, he was in a hurry, and was about to step forward to stop it, with a roll of red light of Sen Sen's killing intent, the black dragon disappeared in an instant.

The reason for leaving the three innate clans is because the innate three clans have gained too much merit and luck in the Tribulation of Fierce Beasts, and the other is because the growth of the four swords of the Zhu Immortal requires more than just bloody qi.

The killing intent and killing intent when the strong fight, especially when the heaven and earth are tribulated, the heavenly killing machine is the best material for refining the four swords of the immortals.

As for these ordinary aquariums, it really makes no difference if there is one more or one less.

"The three congenital clans have the merit of the catastrophe of the fierce beast, and the Wu clan has the luck left over from Pangu, but now the gap between the Wu clan and the congenital three clans is too big, and there must be an ancestral witch to break through the quasi-saint, so that the two sides can really face each other!"

A sneer flashed in the corner of Luo Hu's eyes, he naturally would not directly confront the Wu Clan, or even the Innate Three Clans.

It would be easy to kill these clans, but killing them with his own hands would not do him any good, but would result in a huge amount of karma.

Only by constantly guiding, so that the three innate clans and the powerful Wu clan can directly lead to the catastrophe of heaven and earth.

The dragon clan wantonly captured other races, and the Phoenix clan and the Qilin clan were naturally unwilling, and for a while, countless battles broke out in various parts of the flood wilderness.

In the ancestral witch hall where the Wu clan was born, the twelve tribes of the Wu clan are scattered around the ancestral witch hall.

Unlike other races, which will reduce their dependence on food after their cultivation is upgraded, the Wu Clan's cultivation physique, and their need for food has always been constantly improving, and there are some broken bones piled up everywhere around.

"Wu Clan, come to war!"

Four blood-red sword lights appeared, surrounding the entire Wu clan in the sword light, but they did not kill, but directly challenged.

The twelve ancestral witches stepped out of the Pangu Hall at the same time, and waved their hands gently, and the twelve tribes of the Wu clan had all been sent into the Pangu Palace.

They looked at the sword light in the sky with a vigilant expression, glanced at each other, and a jade talisman that asked Sanqing for help was directly crushed.

Just at a glance, the Twelve Ancestors had already affirmed that this was a quasi-saint.

Or a quasi-saint holding a killing treasure.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches have the skill of uniting to fight, but such a powerful opponent on the other side still asks Sanqing for the favor of saving Sanqing's disciples for the first time.

Luo Hu sat back and watched the Twelve Ancestral Witches send the Wu Clan into the Pangu Palace, and smiled coldly in his heart, Pangu really left a defensive treasure for the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Although the Zhuxian Sword Array was powerful, it still hadn't reached its peak.

Maybe by cultivating all the twelve ancestral witches and the three innate clans to form a new Heaven and Earth Tribulation, and absorbing this Heaven and Earth Tribulation Qi, we can truly transform the Four Swords of Zhuxian.

The current four swords of Zhuxian cannot break through the defenses of the Pangu Palace.

"Come, let me see the color of Pangu's bloodline!" There was no emotion in Rahu's voice, but the loftiness in his tone was overflowing.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches attached the most importance to the Pangu bloodline, and even regarded it as their own pride, and when they heard Rahu so sarcastic, they immediately became angry.

His eyes were blood-red and he looked at the four swords above, and Luo Hu's figure was hidden in the four swords, and he pounced directly with a "whoosh".

Flying forward, the figure continued to get bigger, and when the Twelve Ancestral Witches appeared in front of the four immortal swords, they were already tens of thousands of feet high, and the four swords of the Immortal Immortals continued to grow larger, and Sen Sen's sharp edge continued to draw gaps in the surrounding space.

"Ah, die!" The twelve iron fists smashed down, and the twelve ancestral witches no longer had any fighting skills, but just smashed hard with their own strength.

The entire Flood Desolation trembled gently in the power of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Countless figures appeared around like phantoms, and as soon as they appeared, they reined in their own aura, obviously just intending to watch the excitement.

But in front of the Zhuxian Sword Array, such a hard smash was obviously useless.

"I didn't expect the descendants of Pangu to suddenly be such a group of brainless people!" Standing in the center of the four immortal swords, Rahu said with disappointment in his tone.

Because of the gap in the realm, he didn't include the twelve ancestral witches in the Zhuxian Sword Array, but he just stayed outside, but he still couldn't break the barrier of the Zhuxian Sword Array, which made Luo Hu extremely disappointed in his heart.

One after another, sword qi flew towards the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Rahu came over this time to risk his life to fully stimulate the potential of the twelve ancestral witches.

The strength of the three innate clans has grown too fast, and only the Wu clan can become the opponent of the innate three clans, so that the Heaven and Earth Tribulation can be completely formed.

And there is a premise for all this, that is, one of the twelve ancestral witches must break through the quasi-saint, otherwise they will be crushed by the three innate clans.

Everyone could see that the Twelve Ancestral Witches were only one line away from breaking through to the Quasi-Saint.

But sometimes, that line may be eternal.

And Rahu's Zhuxian Sword is the pinnacle of killing between heaven and earth, and it can give the twelve ancestors the most direct threat.

One after another, blood flashed, and wounds continued to appear on the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches roared loudly.

In the Pangu Hall in the distance, the Wu clans of the tribes looked out with flames in their eyes.

They knew that their strength was too weak, and if they went out, not only would they not be able to help the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but they would even distract the Ancestral Witches, and they frantically prayed in their hearts that Sanqing would appear as soon as possible.

They are all descendants of Pangu, and now only Sanqing will come to the rescue of the twelve ancestors in the entire flood wilderness.

Not to mention that Sanqing still owes the favor of the Twelve Ancestors because of his disciples.

"If Pangu knew that you were such a waste, would you still be willing to let you be born?" Luo Hu's voice carried a thick sarcasm, and several sword lights had already flown towards the direction of the Pangu Hall in the distance.

Although it was blocked by the barrier formed by the Pangu Palace, it made the Twelve Ancestral Witches go crazy.

The blood-drenched Twelve Ancestral Witches looked already desolate.

In the distance, one by one, the quasi-saints were silent, and one by one Da Luo bowed their heads and were silent.

"Bell!" A melodious bell appeared, causing the surrounding space to freeze for a moment, and immediately, a Xuanhuang Pagoda blocked all the sword light flying in the direction of Pangu Palace.

Sanqing looked in the direction of Rahu with a vigilant face, and the anger in his eyes was not hidden in the slightest.

Sanqing is also a descendant of Pangu, insulting Pangu is insulting Sanqing, although he does not quite recognize monks like the Wu clan who do not cultivate the way of heaven, but at this moment, Sanqing and the Wu clan are absolutely one.

"Pangu Sanqing will protect the other Wu people, and this quasi-saint will kill my twelve ancestors with all his might!"

A crazy voice roared and shouted, and the other ancestral witches were silent at the same time and just attacked frantically, obviously agreeing with Sanqing not to make a move.

Doubts flashed in Sanqing's eyes, but he had already decided in his heart that when the Twelve Ancestral Witches were in danger, they would inevitably come to the rescue.

Pangu Sanqing will never owe favors and not pay it back.

"How so?" Such an injury was enough to seriously damage the powerful demon beast, but the attack of the Twelve Ancestral Witches became more and more crazy, and the aura had been rising in a straight line, and Luo Hu looked down curiously with doubts in his eyes.

"Sure enough!" Hongjun had a wry smile on his face, he had already understood the reason why the Twelve Ancestral Witches were so crazy, but now it was obvious that there was no hurry to stop it, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches had already gained momentum.

"Ahh With a roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth, a qi and blood changed in an instant, and an ancestral witch directly broke through the barrier laid by the four swords of Zhu Xian, rushed forward and grabbed a sword, and dragged it in the other direction.

"Aha!" Three qi and blood streams broke through to the quasi-saint realm one after another, and the other three swords were pulled with all their might in their arms at the same time.

"Sure enough, the four swords of the Immortal are completely compatible with the Wu Clan, and the evil qi can even help the Wu Clan to purify their blood, which is obviously the killing weapon left by Pangu to the Wu Clan!" Hongjun sighed softly.

While speaking, a few more ancestral witches broke through and went straight towards Rahu to kill.

"How so!" The treasures that he had finally cultivated were actually snatched in front of him, and the treasures were actually more willing to stay in the hands of the barbarians like the Twelve Ancestors.

"This is the treasure that Pangu left to the Twelve Ancestral Witches!" Luo Hu reacted instantly, the four swords of Zhuxian shrank rapidly, and after countless years of painstaking training, how could they be snatched away by the Wu clan at once.

A rotating array map flashed with endless killing intent, and the shrunken four swords of Zhuxian had disappeared.

Ten of the Twelve Ancestral Witches had already broken through to the quasi-saint realm, and when they saw that the treasures that were incomparably compatible with them were taken away, they were immediately furious.

"The thief is dead!"

With such a change, even if the Wu clan is stupid, they know that these four immortal swords must have something to do with themselves.

Thinking that the flood was opened up by Pangu, it was obvious that these four swords were the treasures left by Pangu, and they were reserved for their own witch clan, but now they were snatched away by this black-robed thief, and the anger in the eyes of the twelve ancestors was about to burn.

Rahu, who had a shocked face, directly ignored the twelve ancestral witches who roared madly and rushed over, and took a step out, and disappeared.

A quasi-saint peak is hidden, or a quasi-saint peak that cultivates the primordial god, and the twelve ancestral witches who only cultivate their physique keep roaring and glaring around, but they can't find any trace of the other party.

"Ahh As soon as he grabbed the soil that had broken through the quasi-saint not far away, he grabbed a dragon clan directly into his hand, and with a slight shake, the dragon clan Da Luo, who had already been transformed, directly recovered his body shape of tens of thousands of zhang long.

Tearing the Da Luo Dragon Clan into two pieces, throwing it into his mouth and chewing it, his eyes looked around with Sen Sen's murderous intent.

Just now, except for Pangu Sanqing, who came to save himself, all the others were watching the excitement, and it was not a pity to die!

The scream from the depths of the soul sounded at the mouth of the back soil, a Da Luo, who was already a top powerhouse in the flood wilderness, was directly swallowed and chewed alive, this is definitely the worst Da Luo who died in the flood wilderness.

The other Da Luo in the distance didn't even dare to stay for a breath, for fear that the Wu Clan would catch him next.

Even the ancestral dragon of the dragon clan did not dare to speak.

It's just that the Wu clan at the peak of Da Luo is just terrifying, and ten of the twelve ancestor witches have broken through to the quasi-saint realm, which is already terrifying for the dragon clan.

"This thief stole the talisman of the descendants of Pangu!" Yuan Shi looked into the distance with a cold face, Pangu Sanqing, now he has nothing in his hand, seeing the battle just now, he reacted almost instinctively, these four swords were left by Pangu to the Wu clan.

The aura of the twelve ancestral witches continued to blend, and the remaining two did not break through the quasi-saint, and the aura continued to rise and change, obviously, it would not be long before these two would also break through to the quasi-saint realm.

The twelve quasi-saints, or the twelve quasi-saints whose breaths can be fused into one, can also fight with them in the face of the peak of the quasi-saints.

Of course, the pinnacle of quasi-saints must have talismanic treasures, but the four swords of Zhuxian in Luo Hu's hand were left by Pangu to the Wu clan, and they definitely cannot be used in the battle with the Wu clan.

Unless he wants to fight with the Wu clan empty-handed, leaving is the best choice for Rahu, which is also the biggest reason why Rahu ignored the provocation of the Wu clan just now and left as soon as possible.

"We, the Wu Clan, will definitely be able to find this thief and get back the treasure left by the Father!" The Twelve Ancestral Witches spoke at the same time, looking at Pangu Sanqing with a bit of expectation in their eyes!