Hong Huang: The Three Pure Ones must also call me Second Uncle

I don't know how long it has been.

I only heard the last scream, and the first Qilin fell.

In an instant, the Qilin ancestral land was instantly shrouded in a sad atmosphere.

The spirit of luck that symbolized the Qilin clan suddenly let out a sad howl, and the sound resounded through the sky and penetrated people's hearts.

At the same time, the luck of the entire Qilin clan began to roll rapidly like a surging wave.

In just a few breaths, it was reduced by as much as 90%.

The Qilin clan, who were fighting with the people of the Demon Cult, also felt this strangeness and froze in place.

The Qilin clan looked at each other and could see the horror and disbelief in each other's eyes.

Tears rolled down from these people's eyes uncontrollably.

He trembled and said, "My clan... Clan Leader..."

When the words came to their lips, they really couldn't say the last two words.

Especially the Sibu Xiang, who seemed to have lost his mind at this time, kept muttering madly: "Father...Father died?"

"No...No, how could father die?"

"Fake, all fake!!"

The Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan, and even those in the Demon Cult, also guessed some clues from the current miserable situation of the Qilin Clan.

In an instant, a trace of sadness of the rabbit's death and the fox's grief, and the lips and teeth's coldness rose in the hearts of the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan.

However, in sharp contrast, the people of the Demon Cult were all ecstatic. They raised their heads and roared, unable to suppress their excitement and excitement, and the joy was displayed on their faces without any concealment.

"The Demon Ancestor is mighty!!!"" Waves of cheers rose one after another, resounding through the sky.

"The Demon Ancestor is mighty! "

For a moment, the primitive tribes, who were already at a disadvantage, lost their temper and retreated step by step.

Every moment, countless lives fell into the hands of the Demon Cult.

In the Zhuxian Sword Formation, Zulong, Yuanfeng and Hongjun's faces were already pale and extremely ugly.

Luohou looked at the only trace of immortal spiritual light left by the Shi Qilin in front of him, and wanted to completely eliminate it.

But at this time, Hong Yuan's figure slowly appeared in front of Luohou, and took away the only remaining immortal spiritual light of the Shi Qilin.

Looking at Hong Yuan in front of him, Luohou couldn't help but be a little shocked.

It's fine if it's his dojo, but even Hong Yuan, the formation he set up, can come and go as he pleases, just like he's at home.

Even his master can't detect it at all.

Is this reasonable?

This is unreasonable!

But Luo Hou didn't say much, just holding the God-killing Spear, his figure flashed, and he went in the direction of Zulong.

And Hong Yuan also smiled, and then his figure gradually disappeared here.

But just after the two figures left, Hongjun's good corpse slowly appeared here holding a spiritual treasure.

Hongjun's good corpse felt the remaining horror here, and was also a little melancholy .

But soon, he also started to break the eye of this formation.

Although the first Qilin died, Hongjun would not sit and wait for death. This Zhuxian Sword Formation is indispensable, and he does not want to die.

But fortunately, although the strength of the corpse-cutting method he practiced is not very good, there is an advantage that there are many people.

So after the death of the first Qilin, he also quickly sent out his good corpse to take over the eye of the formation of the first Qilin.

At the same time, he did not forget to activate the fragments of the Jade Disc of Creation to hide the situation of his several corpses as much as possible.

After the death of the first Qilin, Zulong had an inexplicable feeling of badness in his heart.

The first Qilin has fallen, so who will be next?

Hongjun? Although Hongjun is not as good as Luohou, he is not someone Luohou can defeat in a short time.

On the contrary, he and Yuanfeng are the two weakest of the remaining three.

And no matter what Yuanfeng is like, Luohou will probably leave her to be killed last because she had a little cause and effect with Daozun.

Then he is the only one left next?

As expected, Zulong didn't wait too long, and Luohou's figure suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Looking at Luohou in front of him, Zulong's face was a little bitter.

"Demon Ancestor... If I die, can you let my dragon clan go? "

If he was the only one, he would die, and it would not matter.

Zu Long would not beg Luo Hou so humbly.

However, he knew that he was responsible for most of the luck and future of the entire dragon clan.

Once he died, the luck of the dragon clan would suffer a heavy blow and decline sharply.

By then, those dragon clan members outside might no longer be able to resist the fierce offensive of the demon cult.

Even worse, their dragon clan might be removed from the prehistoric world and disappear forever.Lost in the long river of history.

So, even if these words sounded like begging for mercy, Zulong didn't care about much at this time.

When Luohou heard this, he couldn't help but have a hint of evil at the corner of his mouth, and glanced at Zulong.

"What do you think this demon ancestor is? Just now outside, didn't the Zulong Pearl in your hand hit this demon ancestor very hard?"

"Now that you can't be my opponent, you start begging for mercy? Wasn't you quite arrogant at the beginning?"

Speaking of this, Luohou also paused, with some playfulness in his eyes: "But this demon ancestor can give you this opportunity, as long as you are free now, this demon ancestor can let you go of your dragon clan"

Zulong heard this, his face froze, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but still couldn't say it.

Because at this time, Zulong still had a glimmer of hope in his heart. What if during the battle between him and Luohou, Patriarch Hongjun succeeded in breaking the formation?

In this case, maybe they could turn defeat into victory.

And even if Patriarch Hongjun failed to break the formation, he would accept his death.

But if he was to be released now, he would still be unwilling.

Seeing this, Luohou immediately sneered.

Then he said nothing more, and countless divine light inscriptions suddenly condensed from the God-killing Spear in his hand, like a dazzling blood sun condensing behind it.

The dark devil flames wrapped around his body were like the most ferocious venomous snake in the world, exuding a terrifying breath.

Accompanied by a sharp and piercing long whistle that was enough to penetrate the soul, this force containing boundless terrifying killing intent instantly swept towards Zulong.

Zulong felt this scene, and his hair stood on end. Under this attack, he seemed to see the illusion that he was swallowed up and annihilated in an instant.

His heart was immediately chilled, but he still controlled the Zulong Pearl to resist.

As expected, at the moment when the God-killing Spear and the Zulong Pearl collided.

Zulong's face turned pale.

The whole person was instantly knocked out.

Large pieces of blood continued to spurt out of Zulong's body, interweaving in the air into a shocking blood curtain.

Originally outside, he relied on the Zulong Pearl in his hand. Although he still couldn't defeat Luohou, he could hold on for a while.

But it was different here. This was in the Zhuxian Sword Formation. It was extremely rare for Zulong to resist the endless sword intent in this formation with his cultivation.

Now with Luohou attacking him, Zulong couldn't resist at all.

At this time, Zulong knew why Shi Qilin fell in Luohou's hands in such a short time.

Seeing this, Luohou did not stop at all.

Instead, he continued to attack Zulong.

He was determined to kill Zulong in the shortest possible time.