Ten thousand worlds come: the beginning deduces the perfect Saitama

Wu Feng stopped talking, waved his hand, and withdrew the formation.

I saw the original bustling scene next to the hill suddenly turned into a barren land, the ground was cracked, the sky was dark, and no life emerged from thousands of miles away. It was extremely desolate and desolate.

boom --

Above the dark sky, a burst of thunder suddenly sounded, very abrupt, and Qing Yuan beside him was startled.

He looked up, only to see lightning, thunder, and turbulence in the dim sky. Just looking at it can give people a great sense of coercion.

He who has been living in Wu Feng's formation has never seen such a battle, his face was horrified, and his voice trembled: "It's too scary, I'm still comfortable in the water."

Wu Feng smiled slightly, the heaven and the earth were just opened, and the prehistoric world was reborn, and there must be various catastrophes coming. Only by growing up in this, can we achieve a great cause in the future.

"The road of cultivation is the road against the heavens. If there are many fears, it's better to stay in a corner and never be born." Wu Feng said slightly.

Qing Yuan naturally understood the deep meaning of the words, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry master, it's because my mind is not strong enough."

"If you're not tough enough, you should temper yourself. Let's go and have a look at this wild land." Wu Feng said indifferently.

Immediately, following Wu Feng's pace, Qing Yuan walked step by step, and naturally encountered many fierce beasts in the middle.

Wu Feng didn't make a move, instead he asked Qing Yuan to make a move, only lending a helping hand at critical moments.

With the passage of time, in the constant battles, Qing Yuan gradually made a breakthrough from the initial bruises, and began to handle the battles with ease.

Humans grow, and so do beasts. Under the influence of his aptitude, Qing Yuan's progress is very rapid.

Soon, it broke through to the Xuanxian realm, which is also related to the aura of heaven and earth. If it were in Journey to the West, it would not be possible to break through so quickly.

Today's prehistoric world is a suitable place for practice. Many powerful people of later generations have not yet grown up and cannot compete for the fortune of the world. Instead, the three clans of dragon, phoenix and kylin have become the masters of today's prehistoric world.

One day, Wu Feng was traveling through the prehistoric regions with Qing Yuan, when suddenly, a majestic voice resounded, the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth surged, and thousands of creations emerged.

"I am the ancestral dragon. Today, I use the dragon clan to set up a clan of scales and control the oceans to prove the way of heaven. All the prehistoric clans should respect the clan of scales and look to the heavens to learn from them."

Accompanied by the sound of majesty, the way of heaven felt it, and a force of luck fell and landed on the Dragon Clan.

At this moment, two more voices sounded suddenly.

"I am Yuanfeng. Today, the Phoenix clan is used to establish the Bird clan and rule the sky to prove the way of heaven. All the prehistoric clans should respect the Bird clan and look to the sky to learn from it."

"I am a Qilin. Today, the Qilin clan establishes the beast clan and controls the earth to prove the way of heaven. All the prehistoric clans should respect the beast clan and learn from the heavens." The luck that should have fallen on the dragon clan suddenly changed. For three, fall among the three clans.

"Damn it, Yuanfeng, Qilin, dare to spoil the matter of my dragon clan's enlightenment."

Between heaven and earth, there was a roar, and Zulong's frantic voice resounded through the prehistoric world.

Originally, the power of luck was enough to make Zulong the protagonist of this world and enjoy the blessing of heaven, but now it is divided into two-thirds by the other two races, Zulong is naturally furious.

But this is something that can’t be helped. In the early days of the Dragon and Han Dynasty, there were many three clans, all of which were blessed by heaven.

Facing Zulong's anger, the other two clans didn't say much, but they really enjoyed the power of luck.

As a result, important conflicts arose between the Dragon Clan, the Wind Clan, and the Qilin Clan, which did not pave the way for future wars.

Of course, this is a later story. Even if two-thirds of the power of luck was taken away by the other two races, Zulong did not dare to really start a war. After all, he did not have the slightest confidence to face the two races.

"This ancestral dragon is really miserable." Qing Yuan looked at the bright golden light in the sky and smiled.

"The power of luck is originally the creation of heaven and earth, and those who are capable live in it. It is impossible for Zulong to monopolize it." Wu Feng said lightly, and then added: "What's more, behind it, there is someone's manipulation, It must not end so easily."

Qing Yuan listened to the cloud and mist, and didn't think much about it, but Wu Feng knew that the conflicts among the three clans would intensify, and finally a big war would break out, but it was another person who was perfect.

Of course, the prehistoric calamity, but there are clues, and many things still need time to settle.

But one thing is happening, that is the dispute between the three clans. With the roar of Zulong, the three-party battle officially kicked off.

When Wu Feng and Qing Yuan walked on the prehistoric land, they could often see the friction between the three races, but it was the other races who suffered, and could only survive between the cracks.

With the start of the battle, the evil spirits of the heavens and the earth were also continuously gathering. The evil spirits transformed by the dead beasts hovered in the air and never dissipated for a long time.

Chapter 420 The Fourth Incarnation of Luohou, Dragon Essence and Blood

The world was first opened, three races stood everywhere, catastrophe was approaching, and endless evil spirit permeated the prehistoric wilderness, subtly affecting the consciousness of the beasts.

In the prehistoric land of the west, there is a fierce place, where the evil spirit is so strong that animals dare not approach it, and birds even avoid it. It is a truly fierce place, which is feared by countless creatures.

Among them, there is a mountain peak under the overwhelming evil spirit.

The mountain peak is huge, but the top is covered with dead wood, it is gray, and no creature dares to approach it.

In the mountain peak, one after another cracks spread from top to bottom, and countless evil spirits gushed out from them, exuding terrifying power, making one's heart palpitate.

Suddenly, a man walked out from a certain crack.

He was dressed in white, with a sinister smile on his face, like an ordinary person, but it was difficult for people to compare him to ordinary people when he was able to walk in the courtyard in front of such a terrifying evil spirit.

"The catastrophe is coming, and it's finally here."

The man showed a sinister smile, and then walked out of the mountain range, heading towards the wild land in the east.

The man was none other than an incarnation of the demon god Luohou.

The avatar is not strong, after all, his body is still sealed in the mountain at this moment, and the purpose of this avatar is naturally to arouse the conflicts among the three races.

He strolled, and soon left the western prehistoric, first headed towards the dragon clan that was in charge of the ocean.

At this moment, Wu Feng is showing up overseas with Qing Yuan.

After all, Qing Yuan came from the Shui tribe, and here, Wu Feng wanted to seek a little luck for him.

"Master, is it really okay for us to go to the territory of the Dragon Clan like this?"

When Qing Yuan knew that Wu Feng was going to the Dragon Clan, this question was asked every now and then.

Along the way, he has seen the horror of the dragon clan. When he raised his hand, the rivers and seas were overturned, and the sky and the earth collapsed. The power of its explosion was enough to frighten Qingyuan for hundreds of years.

Wu Feng didn't even bother to answer, and he was still regretting why he accepted such a sloppy pet.

Thinking of pets, he unconsciously thought of the Qingqiu white fox. After a hundred years, he wondered if he had transformed into a real Qingqiu lord.

Under Wu Feng's protection, Qing Yuan followed him all the way to the deep sea. During this period, he also saw other aquariums, but each of them was very weak.

At this point in time, those creatures who are slightly stronger and have spiritual intelligence hide in seclusion, fearing that they will be affected by the war of the three clans, and they can hide as far as they can.

Soon, the two saw a luxurious palace in the deep sea. The palace was very large. Before they got close, several breaths came from a distance and landed beside them.

"What kind of creature is it? How dare you break into the Dragon Palace?" Several shrimp soldiers and crab generals held sharp knives, surrounded the two of them, and said sharply.

At that time, there were no human races in Honghuang. Facing the weak biped creatures like Wu Feng and Qing Yuan, the group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals didn't take them seriously at all.

"May I ask who lives in this Dragon Palace?" Wu Feng asked.

"It's not something you can know, get out, or you will be killed here." The creature with a crab head said angrily.

"What are you, dare to talk to my master like this?"

This time, Qing Yuan behind him couldn't sit still, and shouted angrily.

Although he was afraid of the dragon clan, he didn't pay attention to this group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, and an aura of a fairy erupted suddenly.

In a hundred years, Qing Yuan's cultivation has already stepped into the realm of a fairy, but he is timid by nature, not without strength.

Once the power of the Celestial Immortal erupted, a terrifying coercion immediately caused the group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals to fall heavily to the bottom of the sea, unable to move.

"Can you answer my question now?" Wu Feng asked softly, looking at the group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

"Senior, spare your life, spare your life, the Eighth Prince of the Dragon Clan lives in the Dragon Palace."

Perceiving the terror of strength, a crab will quickly respond.

The Dragon Clan is naturally obscene, and its descendants are even more frightening. It can be ranked eighth among the Dragon Clan princes, which has some origins.

After listening, Wu Feng pondered for a while, then nodded: "It's just you."

Afterwards, he took Qing Yuan towards the Dragon Palace in front of him.

Soon, he arrived at the gate of the Dragon Palace, and was blocked again without any accidents, but with Qing Yuan, the heavenly fairy, the other guards were not worth mentioning.

Not long after, they entered the Dragon Palace.

Before approaching the main hall, Wu Feng heard a burst of singing and singing, and it seemed that the eighth prince of the Dragon Clan would enjoy it quite a bit.

After entering the hall, the Eighth Prince of the Dragon Clan sitting above immediately noticed their presence, his smile faltered, his face darkened, he sat up straight, and looked at the two of them.

"What kind of creatures are you? How dare you break into my palace?" the Eighth Prince of the Dragon Clan asked angrily.

Immediately, the guards on both sides of the Sea Clan were dispatched, and their aura erupted, locking the two of them in the hall.

"I'm here to fetch a trace of blood essence from you." Wu Feng said lightly.

The blood essence of the dragon clan is the real treasure of heaven and earth, it is a thing of great fortune, and it is also the most important thing of the dragon clan.

As soon as these words came out, the Eighth Prince of the Dragon Clan immediately became furious: "'.What are you that want the blood of this Prince? Get it for me."

As soon as the words fell, his Hai Clan subordinates shot immediately, wanting to kill him.

Qing Yuan was about to attack, but Wu Feng's speed was even faster, and when he raised his hand, a terrifying force swept across the audience, shaking away all the attacks of the Sea Clan.

Just as the Eighth Prince of the Dragon Clan was astonished, Wu Feng's figure had appeared in front of him, grabbed his neck, and looked at him carefully.

The eighth prince of the Dragon Clan blushed and wanted to break free, but there was no way.

"The Zulong's bloodline is fairly pure, not bad." Wu Feng commented with satisfaction.

"What kind of creature are you?" the Eighth Prince of the Dragon Clan snapped, he had never seen such a biped creature.

"You don't need to know, I'll just take your blood, be good, don't move." Wu Feng said softly.

While speaking, his left hand had already landed on his Tianling Gai, and (well) for a moment, a majestic spiritual power poured into it, like a sharp blade piercing into the body of the Eight Prince of the Dragon Clan.

"what!"

Accompanied by screams all over, the breath of the eighth prince of the Dragon Clan instantly wilted, his realm dropped, and his whole body softened all of a sudden.

This touch of blood is the ultimate blood of his life. Once it is stripped off, not to mention the great loss of strength, it will also affect his physique. In the future, he will not even think about practicing unless there is a heaven and earth spirit treasure to replenish this touch of blood. .

Wu Feng looked at the dragon's essence and blood floating quietly in his palm, put it away very satisfied, and threw the eighth prince of the dragon's family aside.

I don't know how many races the dragon clan has caused, and they have persecuted countless prehistoric creatures. The eighth prince of the dragon clan is even more brutal and vicious. Taking a touch of blood is just to teach him a lesson.

The other Sea Clan watched from afar as the eighth prince of the Dragon Clan was seriously injured, but they didn't dare to approach at all. After all, Wu Feng's hand directly shocked them.

Chapter 420 The aggrieved Luo Hou, all forces appear on the stage

After taking away the blood essence of the Eighth Prince of the Dragon Clan, Wu Feng turned around and planned to leave.

This is, the Eighth Prince of the Dragon Clan with a hideous face, got up from the ground, leaned against the wall, and said word by word: "How dare you provoke my Dragon Clan, if you have the ability to tell me the origin."

"Human race, Wu Feng." Wu Feng replied calmly.

"Human Race? What race is it? Why have you never heard of it?" The Eighth Prince of the Dragon Clan looked puzzled. He might never understand that the birth of the Human Race would take a long, long time.

At this moment, Wu Feng had already walked to the entrance of the main hall. The Eighth Prince of the Dragon Clan gave him a vicious look, and the name Wu Feng was already remembered in his heart.

After leaving this Dragon Palace, Wu Feng did not stay in the deep sea for long. After all, this time was regarded as a provocation to the Dragon Clan, and it would not be worth the loss if he aroused the wrath of Zulong.

This avoidance is not because of fear of the dragon clan, but mainly because if the ancestor dragon is killed now, without the catastrophe of the dragon and Han, how will Luo Hou escape?How can I earn deduction points by myself?The Dragon Clan, as an important role in the Dragon Han catastrophe, should follow its established trajectory of destiny, and he is just a passerby, a flash in the pan.

Out of the deep sea, to the shore.

Wu Feng spread out his palms, and a soft 330 ray of light landed on the blood essence, which wiped away the dragon's evil spirit and part of the domineering power, and then handed over the blood essence to Qing Yuan's hands.

"Go back to retreat and absorb this blood essence." Wu Feng explained.

This blood essence of the dragon clan is domineering by nature, and Qing Yuan's body is only a herring, unable to bear its full strength. Under Wu Feng's reduction, it may take thousands of years to fully absorb it.

Qing Yuan knew that the dragon's blood was precious, so he put it away flattered and grateful.

"Master, if I retreat, what about you?" He asked cautiously.

"Of course I can't miss a good show." Wu Feng laughed.

At this time, he suddenly had a feeling in his heart and looked towards the west.

I saw a man approaching over there. He looked like a human race, but his body was red, with two horns on his head and a pair of eyes, like copper bells. He also looked over.

The two just looked at each other, then looked away.

"I didn't expect that Luo Hou had already started to attack." Seeing the man, Wu Feng already had a guess in his heart, because the man was the incarnation of Luo Hou.

At this moment (abcb), Luo Hou had already walked into the water, and at the same time he was wondering: "Who is that? Why is there a palpitating power on his body, could it be the reincarnation of a certain demon god?"

In the chaos, three thousand demon gods were bred until Pangu opened up the world. Under Pangu's axe, these demon gods sacrificed to the prehistoric one after another, and a small part of them were reincarnated in the prehistoric by virtue of their fortune against the sky.

Demon god Luo Shun was one of them. He sensed a terrifying power in Wu Feng, and he naturally associated it with other demon gods.

Even if Wu Feng is really a demon god, he doesn't care. The most urgent thing is to repair the body and break through the seal. He doesn't want to care about other things.