During the Longhan period, the rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth made it easier for living beings to practice and become masters. There were many strong men who were as powerful as quasi-sages.
Why can't I see it later? Because they were so happy that they all fell.
As the saying goes, the one who laughs last is the winner.
The last laugh is the corpse of a quasi-saint.
The better ones can go to the underworld, and the worse ones are thrown away.
Lin Fan saw no fewer than twenty quasi-saint corpses in the dragon plane.
There are three clans of dragon, phoenix and unicorn, as well as fairies, gods and demons.
Every corpse exudes powerful and shocking coercion.
Even though it has been dead for who knows how many years, the quasi-holy blood can still cut down the stars.
What's even more frightening is that the quasi-holy blood carries the remaining magical power, the remaining magical power that was left behind in the past.
"Are you surprised? There are quasi-holy corpses of other races on the Longhan Tribulation battlefield?"
Lin Fan nodded and guessed, "Are they vassals of your three clans?"
Zhulong shook his head, "The Great Tribulation of Longhan started with the three clans of dragon, phoenix and unicorn fighting against each other. However, as the war progressed, the strong men of the three clans died in battle, and their combat power was weakened. The various clans in the prehistoric era who were ruled by the three clans were ready to take action. At that time, I The ancestors of the Qilin and Phoenix tribes don’t care about them, thinking that a bunch of miscellaneous fish can’t stir up trouble.”
"However, reality tells us that we were wrong. How wrong. When our three tribes were exhausted from fighting with each other, all the tribes in the ancient times under our rule suddenly attacked us."
"Their strength of quasi-sages is no less than that of the three tribes of quasi-sages. Among them, there is one who is above the transcendent saints." Zhulong Yinhun pointed to the sky, meaning Hongjun.
"Otherwise, how do you think he could become a saint before all the saints, or even surpass the saints? He has taken away the luck and opportunities that belong to our three clans."
Lin Fan frowned. What Zhulong Yinhun said was different from the prehistoric history he knew.
But after thinking about it carefully, Lin Fan thought it was okay.
If you want to be number one, you have to defeat many opponents.
Hongjun's ability to transcend the saints was due to his efforts, struggles, and opportunities.
Otherwise, why not sit at home and wait for yourself to become a saint?
"Besides that one, there were other quasi-saint level powerhouses. Later, the Puppet Dynasty Ni Emperor Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi. The two of them relied on their innate spiritual treasures to kill many quasi-saints from the three tribes. Their actions were different from those of the three tribes. The destruction of the clan has a lot to do with it.”
"The ancestral witches also took action. Twelve ancestral witches? Did you know? There were more than twelve ancestral witches during the Longhan period. The rest all died, and then there were the twelve ancestral witches. Hahahaha!" Zhulong shouted. Laugh, laugh like crazy.
"You also know the subsequent history. The three tribes were defeated. The other tribes in the prehistoric era won. Among them, the Wu tribe headed by Zu Wu and the demon tribe headed by Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi won the most war dividends. Their glory, Built on the corpses of the three tribes.”
"However, I am very happy. Because Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches all died, tragic deaths! The glory of the establishment also disappeared."
Lin Fan was shocked after hearing this.
After listening to what Zhulong said, I realized that the victors of the Longhan Battle had all fallen.
The only one who suffered the best fate was Queen Houtu, and other quasi-sages could not be found in the underworld.
He couldn't be found in the underworld, there was only one possibility, his soul was gone.
The victors of that year were all destroyed.
"Did you do it? Or was it a back-up move left by your three clans?" Lin Fan asked, not in a hurry to attack, not in a hurry.
He should be anxious, because the Dragon Plane is constantly draining his power.
"No, it's not me. The ghost of the quasi-saint can't leave the underworld, and it's not the back-up man of the three tribes. When Longhan is destroyed, do you think the strong men of the three tribes can survive? Those who survive are either bereaved dogs, or they are all kneeling. Kneel down. The rebels here killed the three tribes more ruthlessly than other tribes in the prehistoric times."
"Since it's not a backhand, then the Longhan victor Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches have all fallen? Even the clan cannot have a happy ending. You won't tell me it's a coincidence, right?"
The Wu clan was destroyed, leaving only a small part that Houtu Empress had saved through reincarnation.
Desolation, clan destruction!
"Young man, you are very smart. But smart people often don't live long."
Judging from Zhulong's long life, it is not an exaggeration to call Lin Fan a young man.
"Don't worry, Gu can live until the world is destroyed. Heaven and earth are destroyed, but Gu is still there." Lin Fan replied.
"What a loud tone! You guessed right, their demise was not a coincidence. The final battle between Longhan and the three clans, a deadly battle, and bloodshed in the end. Curses were issued before they fell. Curse the victors, curse their tribe."
Zhulong suddenly smiled mysteriously.
"Let me tell you another piece of news. There were so many strong men back then, why are the six saints today the ones who have been sanctified?"
"Why?" Lin Fan asked.
"Because all those who are qualified have fallen."
"The Six Saints didn't take action against you back then?"
Lin Fan felt a chill in his heart, what a terrible curse.
It was so silent that not even the quasi-sage could guard against it.
It is estimated that until his death, the fallen quasi-sage only thought that his fall was because the other party wanted to kill people and seize the treasure.
Zhulong Yinhun sneered and avoided the topic, "Mediocre people in the ancient times thought that Sanqing was Pangu's authentic sect, but they didn't know that Sanqing never said that they were Pangu's authentic sect. Those mediocre people, when they see others succeed, the first thing they think of is that others have a A good background, not other people’s efforts, deserves a lifetime of mediocrity.”
If you are not a quasi-sage, you will be mediocre in the eyes of Zhulong Yinhun.
"If our Dragon Clan had a talent like you, why would we be destroyed? What a pity! He is a hero, I am an enemy, he is a mediocrity, and I am a talent. It's a pity that you are not a Dragon Clan, otherwise I would really be reluctant to kill you. You know. So many, you can die in peace."
Zhulong took a deep look at Lin Fan, his deep dragon eyes seemed to be able to see through the void of the universe.
The terrifying power exploded, and the immortal essence was as vast as the sea, endless, pouring into the land of the Dragon Plane.
On the earth, countless blood, countless grievances, and death energy gathered, and then the blood river rose into the sky, and twelve demon gods condensed behind the candle dragon's ghost.
The demon god stood in the void, turned the void into reality, and showed a face shrouded in demonic light.
Twelve ancestral witches!
The twelve demon gods are the twelve ancestral witches.
Gonggong, Jumang, Zhurong... are so lifelike that it's hard to tell whether they were transformed by immortal essence or whether they were real ancestral witches from the past to the present.
"They are transformed by my magical power. I call them the Twelve Witch Gods! Do it!"
Zhulong did not take action, but the twelve witch gods summoned by Zhulong did.
Twelve loud shouts sounded together, and the shouts shook the world.
With a click, the fragments of Wangxiang Tower floating in the void once again exploded.
This time the explosion didn't even leave any fragments behind, it was completely destroyed into powder.
The twelve witch gods attack with all their might, each bursting out with their strongest combat power.
The divine body is extremely majestic, exuding an ancient and ferocious aura.
Not a witch, not a god, not an immortal, not a human...
The divine dragon standing under the feet of the witch god Zhu Jiuyin turned into a long sword, and he slashed it down with the sword, and the light of the sword covered the sky and the sun.
