Honghuang: I made up myths for Ziwei

Chapter 97
The outbreak of a great war, whether it is for the prehistoric sentient beings or for the prehistoric world itself, is an unprecedented disaster, and the damage caused is more than that of the battle between innate holiness and ferocious beasts.

Although there were quite a few Taiyi Realm players at that time, their overall strength was still much lower. Not to mention participating in the Golden Immortal Realm, they didn't even have the qualifications to watch the battle.

A random aftermath of the battle is enough to shatter tens of thousands of miles of land, and the creatures living here will hardly be spared.

Of course, no one cared about how many ordinary creatures died, even the innate saints were falling one after another.

As the battle continued, the battlefield became bigger and bigger. After all, a strong person in the Taiyi realm can cross space in one step. The battlefield directly covers a large area between Buzhou Mountain and Kunlun Mountain, and reaches the seashore in the south.

Huge sacred figures manifested in the sky and the earth, and the light of the supernatural powers covered the brilliance of the sun and the moon, and the scene seemed to be extinct.

Of course, it's just a scene. Even if the Taiyi Realm exists, it still can't touch the origin of the world of the prehistoric world, and what is destroyed is only the appearance of the world.

In such a battle, there are only two people who are qualified to watch.

None of the innate saints in the battle noticed that just above them, there were two figures standing in the clouds, overlooking the sky and the earth, with calm expressions.

A Taoist with pure air and a sacred man in black with an indifferent expression. The two stand in the sky and the earth, but they seem to be detached from the sky and the earth. No one can perceive their existence, but the entire battlefield is fully presented in their eyes. , nothing is hidden.

"Aren't you going to stop?" Luo Hu asked with a frown.

Hongjun didn't care about this: "Why stop it? Don't forget, we can't interfere with their struggle."

Luo Hu remained silent, only frowning.

"Besides, Luo Hu, the root cause of this great battle lies with you, and it has nothing to do with the poor. It should be your business to stop it."

Hongjun pointed to the vast battlefield, and continued to speak calmly.

"They are destined to have a moral struggle. Even without Mo Luo and the others, this great war is destined to break out."

"Really? I don't think so."

Regarding what Luo Hu said, Hongjun shook his head and waved his hands, and the scenes of the two battlefields appeared in front of him.

In one battlefield, the five-color divine fire burned the heavens and the earth, and in the other battlefield, a purple-clothed figure sat cross-legged on the black sea, condensing out stars and stars, which were nailed into the sea water under him, and the river of stars flowed, trying to refine all things.

"From the point of view of the poor, before all the saints have reacted, it is very likely that these two fellow Taoists will successfully prove the Dao fruit. Well, even if they are more ambitious, at least one of them will be the first to prove it. Da Luo Dao Guo. At that time, the so-called Dao struggle will never happen again, and it will be over before it starts."

Luo Hu glanced at the two saints that Hongjun was referring to, but he didn't deny it.

As the Great Luo Realm, even the restricted Great Luo Realm, as long as they want to know, there is very little that can be hidden from their eyes.

Therefore, Zixi and Fenghuang's hidden cultivation bases are clear to them.

And different from Mo Luo and others, these two are the existences who have stepped out of their own way, and the current cultivation level is not much weaker than Mo Luo, and the possibility of proving Da Luo's success earlier than Mo Luo is very high.

"Have you preached for them?" Rahu asked.

It is true that the cultivation of these two saints has grown too fast, and there is a full gap between them and the top saints like Qilin Canglong.

Mo Luo and the others were still the result of their own preaching, but they had no advantage in comparison.

"No, although these two fellow Taoists have a predestined relationship with Pindao, Pindao is not as unruly as you. They are just as virtuous as Pindao."

Luo Hu glanced at Hongjun indifferently, and then looked at a certain saint who was smashing people with the five-element original spirit beads.

"Luo Hu, Pindao advises you to take it easy and preach to those saints, but if you break the rules of that person, be careful of being punished."

"Aren't you worried about being accounted for if you wantonly snatch the Xiantian Lingbao?"

"What is wanton snatching? A poor man is called borrowing, understand? The poor man will return it when he has used it up. How can it be called robbing? How can a poor man do such a thing?"

"Give it back to who?" Luo Hu sneered, some innate holiness had already fallen before.

"Borrowing from the prehistoric world, it will naturally be returned to the prehistoric world."

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"That person never said which item belongs to whom, do you think that person would care about such trivial things?"

Afterwards, Hongjun and Luohu didn't speak any more, they just watched the battle calmly, watching the innate gods fall, mountains and rivers shattered, and countless creatures were destroyed.

It's just the internal struggle of the prehistoric creatures, which is beyond the scope of their need to pay attention to it, even if it causes great damage.

Moreover, what is broken is only the appearance of the world, not to mention shaking the foundation of the world, it has never even touched the origin of the world.

The end of the world is just the end of the living beings themselves, including innate holiness.

"Rahu, your Taoism is too extreme. The consequences of this innate and sacred battle are likely to be blamed on you. Because of the Tao you passed down, Namoro will provoke the war. The root of it is you. , this is your cause and effect.

Pindao also knows what you are going to do with Shenni. Pindao advises you to give up. Dao heart planted demons. While trees absorb nutrients from heaven and earth, they will also be affected by heaven and earth itself. Using gods and demons as soil is too risky . "

Luo Hu remained unmoved by what Hongjun said, but calmly said: "My way, it should be like this!"

"Really? The poor man can only return what he borrowed later."

The battlefield between Zixi and Jiuyou is in the Jiuyou map, which is difficult for outsiders to spy on, and the most powerful battlefield is concentrated in three places.

Qilin and Canglong, or in other words, Qilin Pavilion and Dragon Palace, Dragon Palace have been calculated, and this battlefield has been extremely ruthless from the very beginning.

It's just that Qilin is no longer Canglong's opponent, and has lost the Xuantian Vine. Although it can still mobilize part of the Xuantian Vine's power, the Xuantian Vine suppressed by the Miluo Palace is no match for Canglong's innate treasure, the Xuanmin Gate.

Canglong's cultivation base is not the highest, but he is definitely the strongest among them, except for those who are in the late stage of the Taiyi realm.

At the same time, he is also the one who manifests the most exaggerated divine true form, with a ten thousand-foot dragon body stretching across the sky and the earth, boundless and endless, and his momentum is greater than the other two battlefields in the late stage of the Taiyi Realm.

The congenital sanctity of Miluo Palace and Mount Sumeru is far away from this place, so as to avoid being affected by disasters.

Fuxi and the others are dealing with Wangchuan. This is an existence whose cultivation level is superior to Jiuyou, but there is a gap compared to Moluo. There is a long blood-yellow river faintly emerging here, and the turbid atmosphere is pervasive, silent, But extremely dangerous.

In the most central battlefield, Yuanhuang is dressed in colorful feathers, and the sacred tree of phoenix trees emerges behind him. The true form of the phoenix spreads its wings. Mo Luo fought fiercely and did not lose the wind.

Mo Luo was quite depressed about this, although he had already learned from other innate gods that Yuanhuang, the master of Miluo Palace, had a lot of innate spirit treasures.

But he still felt that it was a bit too much. There were as many as three top-grade innate spirit treasures alone, the phoenix crown on the head, the colorful feather coat on the body, the bracelet on the wrist, and the two hands, none of which was ordinary.

Relying on the protection of the spirit treasure all over his body, the opponent is playing like a rogue. He directly smashes at him with the spirit treasure, but he can't break through the opponent's defense at all.

In addition, the other party's cultivation base is also higher than Qilin's self-proclaimed highly estimated state, not much worse than him, which is even surprising to him.

In the end, Kirin's so-called overestimation is actually a serious underestimation.

Mo Luo was a little skeptical, whether the innate saints of the Qilin Pavilion were too incompetent, and the estimation of the opponent's strength could be so wrong.

Mo Luo didn't know that Jiu You had the same idea as him, but the target was Mo Luo, because Zixi's strength was speculated by Mo Luo.

Another collision, Moro's attacking supernatural power fell on Phoenix, and Phoenix's Five Elements Original Spirit Orbs also smashed on Moro.

The two figures flew upside down. The difference was that the Phoenix appeared on the spot intact the next moment, offering the Five Elements Original Spirit Orb again and directly suppressing Mo Luo, who was a little unstable.

In an instant, cracks appeared in Mo Luo's Taoist body, and blood flowed out, spilling into the sky and earth, and the Taoist body was damaged.

Mo Luo's face was gloomy, and after a little hesitation, he finally took out his magic weapon, and a pitch-black spear appeared in his hand.

When the pitch-black spear appeared, Phoenix instinctively felt the threat, and his eyes stared at the spear with vigilance.

(End of this chapter)