Honghuang: Starting from the Longhan catastrophe!

Chapter 182 Zulong is defeated
Patriarch Hongjun had no interest in answering, but continued to perform the Three Corpses Secret Technique.

Shanshi, with a kind face, took the celebration cloud from the heavens with a smile.

The ferocious evil corpse took the Pangu Banner without hesitation.

Tearing apart the chaos, crossing the infinite distance, and coming to the side of the ancestor Qiankun.

Rumble!
The four of them fought hand to hand, the chaos was shattered, the laws were broken, and continued to spread around.

Annihilate everything, destroy everything, and create a vacuum zone in an instant.

"what is that?"

"How can this be?"

………………

Looking at the two special Hongjun ancestors and the cultivation of the half-step Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

Every onlooker opened their eyes wide, revealing deep horror.

Qilin Shi came back to his senses, and boundless power poured into the Qilin Staff.

He smashed towards Patriarch Hongjun without hesitation, and the power to destroy the heaven and earth spread out.

It even broke through the outer spiritual treasure defenses, until it fell under the joint defense of the Twelve-Rank Golden Lotus of Merit and a group of top-grade innate spiritual treasures.

He managed to stop it, but the surging force knocked Hongjun away.

When he stabilized his body again, Patriarch Hongjun's mind started working rapidly.

His teeth bit through his lips, and sacred blood visible to the naked eye flowed from the corners of his mouth.

The originally rosy complexion turned as pale as paper under deliberate manipulation.

He even deliberately suppressed his magic power, making his aura become somewhat sluggish.

All the operations were done in one go, creating a scene of injury.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, are you okay?"

The magic power of the Yin-Yang Patriarch surged, and the Tai Chi diagram emitted five-colored light, which repelled Yuan Feng.

He turned his head to look at Patriarch Hongjun, and couldn't help but reveal a look of concern, speaking quickly and urgently.

"As long as I can save Fellow Daoist Qiankun, what's the harm if the secret technique backfires?"

Patriarch Hongjun was breathing rapidly, but his eyes became more determined.

He spoke with great righteousness, his voice decisive and resounding.

The top fighters of the three tribes breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. If they thought about it carefully, it was indeed such a terrifying secret method.

If there were no side effects at all, there wouldn't be any need for us to fight each other.

Just surrender!

A hint of warmth appeared in the eyes of Patriarch Yangmei, and Patriarch Yinyang was even more moved.

Only the Demon Ancestor Luohou looked suspicious, but he didn't say too much nonsense.

He just kept manipulating the Zhu Xian Sword Formation, weakening Zulong over and over again.

The first Qilin attacked again, and Patriarch Hongjun pretended to be defeated and was defeated for a while.

He was no longer as calm as before, but he was always able to narrowly avoid fatal attacks.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun!"

"Do you need my help?"

Seeing Hongjun in such an embarrassing state, the Yin-Yang Patriarch prepared to go over to support him and asked this question.

"If you guys finish it quickly, it will be the greatest help to me."

Patriarch Hongjun once again narrowly avoided the attack of the first Qilin and took the time to respond.

Fu Tu, who had been paying attention to the old ancestor Qian Kun, couldn't help but roll his eyes at this moment:

"Qian Kun, you are so lucky. You were beaten like this, but you were still rescued!"

It also gave him a headache, and his mind started to work quickly.

"According to the current situation, Ancestor Yuan Huang and Ancestor Xuangui will be together in a short time."

“I’m afraid that they can’t break through. The two incarnations of Patriarch Hongjun will have to continue to drag on.”

"If we continue to waste time, Ancestor Qiankun will be able to get up and fight."

That's right!

Since Hongjun's two incarnations came to support him, the Qiankun Patriarch, who had been beaten into particles, was finally able to take a breath and condense into shape at a speed visible to the naked eye.

I just can't move yet, but it won't be long before I'm full of energy again.

"Can't you get on?"

Two thoughts flashed through his mind, making him three parts eager to try and seven parts hesitant.

Since there can be two incarnations, can there be a third?
If such a situation occurs, can he withstand the attack of Half-Step Hunyuan?
But if you don't go, you will miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

While he was hesitating, the Golden Immortal-level Tribulation Insect opened its mouth like a bottomless pit and sucked away all his mental power.

The mechanical mind replaced everything again, making him sane again.

"The benefits are huge, but the risks are even greater. It's easy to get yourself killed, so you better play it safe."

"The most important thing is that the 96000-acre auspicious cloud of luck cannot support such an opportunity."

"Forget it. I have gained enough in this war. Now I will just watch the battle quietly."

After considering many things, Fu Tu sighed deeply and felt a little regretful.

Looking at the overall situation, Yuan Feng, the Black Turtle Ancestor, and the two incarnations of Hongjun were in a stalemate.

Zhulong was also fighting desperately with Yangmei, but Yuanfeng seemed to have the upper hand.

The first Qilin seemed to have the upper hand, and these people were unable to accept the fight for a while.

The only one who can end the battle quickly is Zulong!
Ancestral Dragon fell into the Zhuxian Sword Formation, with the precious Ancestral Dragon Pearl on his head, but was targeted by the God-Slaying Spear.

The sharp sword energy of the Four Zhu Xian Swords is besieging Zulong from all directions.

Like being skinned alive, his origin was weakened again and again, and his aura was also decreasing.

If nothing unexpected happens, Zulong will definitely lose this battle!

By then, the Demon Ancestor Rāhu will be free, and the side with the reincarnation of the Demon God will surely win!
3000 years passed in a flash, and the facts were just as he had guessed.

Zulong was already covered with scars, with indelible wounds all over.

The breath dropped at an alarming rate, and the recovery speed was not as fast as before.

Although still powerful, it was already clear that Zulong would be defeated.

The top fighters of the three tribes were not fools either, and they all wanted to go over to rescue.

But the reincarnated devil stopped everyone.

And in the clashes between those with great supernatural powers, unparalleled laws are spreading.

In addition to the eternal Zhou Mountain, an indestructible and vast mark breaks out.

Except for those areas that can maintain stability, other areas are in a state of earthquake and turmoil.

Even the four poles of the ancient world were gradually filled with the power of earth, fire, water and wind.

The Azure Dragon, Vermillion Bird, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise had to be suppressed at the four poles.

The majestic force was spreading, crushing countless lives into dust.

An atmosphere of despair and anxiety enveloped their hearts, causing countless creatures to tremble.

At this moment, everyone in their hearts hopes that someone can come out to uphold justice!
Invisible beliefs gather together and flow into the primordial origin in the dark.

Above the vast and endless Sea of ​​Origin, there are 3000 purple-gold divine chains of laws.

Gradually they converged into a Dharma Wheel, continuously consuming the faith of countless sentient beings.

It solidifies at a speed visible to the naked eye and seems to be taking shape at any time.

Meanwhile, in the outside world, the Demon Ancestor Luohu accurately seized the opportunity and used the God-killing Spear in an incredible way.

It knocked the Ancestral Dragon Ball above away, tore apart the almost eternal dragon scales, and inserted it directly into the Ancestral Dragon's heart.

Ow! ! !
Unparalleled murderous aura continuously poured into the soul.

Let the Ancestral Dragon let out a mournful roar, resounding throughout the wilderness, filled with misery.

The Four Swords of Zhu Xian were also not idle, transforming into four brilliant rays of light that pierced the sky and the earth.

Passing across the body of the Ancestral Dragon, there are almost eternal dragon scales and crystal clear flesh and blood.

It was peeled off in the blink of an eye, revealing the noble purple-gold dragon bone.

The innate sacred body was cut into pieces, and the nearly eternal soul was also severely damaged.

Zulong’s eyes went dark, and he suddenly lost the strength to struggle, falling into the ancient sacred mountain below.

(End of this chapter)