Taoist Hongjun targeted Luo Hu, but Luo Hu did not target him.
Luo Hu didn't even remember Taoist Hongjun.
It’s just a trash fish, go away!
From beginning to end, Luo Hu's target was only Lin Fan among the three tribes.
As soon as he came out of seclusion, Luo Hu wanted to go straight to Buzhou Mountain and kill Lin Fan.
However, he was stopped by Moro Chu.
"Emperor, the overall situation is more important. Lin Fan is just one person, no matter how hard he is, he can't make waves. The three clans are different. There are countless strong people in the three clans, and their power is vast. If they move, the wind and rain will change color, and when they are angry, the sky will collapse. Dealing with the three clans is better than dealing with Lin Fan. More important."
Morochu analyzed it carefully.
"What's more, there is news recently that the ancestors of the three tribes have all broken through to the eighth level of quasi-saints, and are actually our demon tribe's formidable enemies. But there is no news about Lin Fan. No matter how strong Lin Fan is, he is only one person. How many resources can the three of them have? The ancestor of the clan is different. With the cultivation of the eighth level of quasi-sage, coupled with the resources of the three clans, it is possible to make further progress at any time. Emperor, please put the overall situation first!"
After hearing what Moro Chu said, Luo Hu suppressed the idea of seeking revenge from Lin Fan immediately.
He would never forget how he was defeated by Lin Fan's sword.
That humiliation...
This ended his invincible streak.
"In that case, let's deal with the three tribes first."
Rahu took the detailed report from Moro Chu.
"Phoenix ancestor Fenghuang Wuji fell. He was killed by a little girl, and the Phoenix tribe was also controlled by this little girl. Does the Phoenix tribe have no men? It has to rely on a little girl to support it. Or is the Phoenix tribe's quasi-sage even a little girl? Can't beat it? I'm ashamed to have fought against Phoenix Wuji."
"Emperor, we understand how you feel. We are also ashamed to fight against the Phoenix Clan." Morochu said with a strange expression.
"However, under the leadership of Empress Suzaku, the Phoenix tribe has become even more powerful than when Phoenix Wuji was alive. I, the quasi-sage of the demon tribe, led the army to fight against Empress Suzaku several times, but was killed by him every time."
The smile on Luo Hu's face froze and he sneered: "The men of the Phoenix Clan are incompetent, so I won't say anything about letting a little girl take the position. My army of demons and so many quasi-sages of the demons are as incompetent as the men of the Phoenix Clan." , can’t you even beat a little girl?”
"This...Emperor, defeating her is not a problem. The problem is that we can't find a chance to defeat her."
"Don't make excuses for your incompetence. Now that I'm out of seclusion, let's solve the three tribes together. After solving the three tribes, there will no longer be a decent resistance force in the prehistoric world. By then, the prehistoric world will become a demon world. The way of heaven in the prehistoric world It will become the way of heaven in the devil world."
As soon as Luo Hu finished speaking, an ominous thunder sounded from the sky.
When Luo Hu heard the thunder, instead of being afraid, he laughed.
"Look, I'm scared."
"Emperor, be careful what you say!" Moro Chu advised.
...........
"Good words can never persuade a damned person!" Lin Fan flicked his hand in the air, and the scene of Luo Hu laughing was frozen.
Since Luo Hu left seclusion, Lin Fan has been observing Luo Hu through the Universe Mirror.
To be precise, it is not observing Rahu, but observing Maratha.
Rahu has an innate treasure that cannot be directly observed.
"If you want to demonize the ancient way of heaven, your ambition is too great and your strength is too small. No wonder you will destroy yourself."
Lin Fan finally understood why the demon clan was so completely defeated and why it was destroyed by Taoist Hongjun and the coalition forces of the three clans.
Going against the sky, his luck has long been far away from him, and his destiny is ready to come to an end at any time.
There will be no problem if the innate treasure is in the body, because the innate treasure will suppress the luck. However, once the innate treasure is taken away, the luck will lose its suppression and will return to heaven and earth.
A person who is unlucky to lose his luck will have to worry about swallowing water even if he drinks water.
"It's just a pity that a good whetstone is lost."
Lin Fan put away the Universe Mirror, and the picture disappeared in the void.
In Lin Fan's eyes, Luo Hu was just a whetstone from beginning to end.
Lin Fan will only be interested if he is stronger.
"You are not strong enough yet, grow up quickly. I am looking forward to the harvest season, and so are you..."
In Lin Fan's eyes, many big men in the prehistoric era were just wheat waiting to be harvested.
When to harvest depends on the growth of the wheat.
Many great masters who were wheat in ancient times never thought that some people would be arrogant and treat them as wheat, waiting to be harvested.
He would never have thought that this person only had the third level of quasi-sage cultivation.
...
The demons moved, and Bingfeng once again pointed directly at the coalition of the three tribes.
The war breaks out again.
The demons in Bingfeng are more powerful than before.
The demonic quasi-saint's arrogance is soaring into the sky, and the terrifying energy dyes patches of sky ink. The demonic energy corrodes the sky. Wherever it passes, darkness fills the air and light melts away.
The fight resumes.
The fight between the three tribes and the demonic army takes place every day in the wilderness.
Every minute and every second, the coalition forces of the three tribes fall, and the demon tribe dies.
Time passed, and slowly even the demons and the three tribes coalition no longer counted the number of people who died, and only the purest hatred remained.
The hatred of the three races' coalition against the demons, and the hatred of the demons against the three races' coalition.
Both sides have excuses to hate each other.
Resentment, hatred, death, and the blood shed by strong men from all races gathered in a strange place in the wilderness.
There was once a place where the grievances of the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods fell silent.
A pure holy lake, soaked in the blood of strong men from all races, gradually changes.
The change was so slow that by the time the great powers and demons were able to notice it, the place had already turned into a sea of blood.
A sea of blood that has existed since the creation of heaven and earth.
In the sea of blood, the first living being, the Ancestor Styx, was born, and the accompanying divine weapons were two innate swords, Yuantu and Abi.
The newly born Ancestor of Minghe held Yuantu and Abi in his hands and smelled the rich blood and resentment between heaven and earth. He suddenly felt that these were the food of the sea of blood and couldn't help but feel overjoyed.
"Haha... The number of days is on my Ancestor Styx. Kill, the more powerful the killing, the better. The more people die, the better. Ancestor, I need more blood and more souls."
Countless souls with resentment merged into the sea of blood, and the eyes of Ancestor Styx became even more joyful.
With the blood of living things and the nourishment of souls, a Grade 12 Chaos Blood Lotus was born in the sea of blood, and Ancestor Styx smiled even happier.
"I didn't expect that God would favor me so much, Styx, and even have an innate treasure."
Suddenly, Patriarch Styx's smile froze.
"Who, who is stopping me from becoming enlightened!"
"The sea of blood is not where you should come."
A voice sounded, like the sound of heaven and earth.
Endless holy light gathered and appeared, dispelling the haze of the sea of blood.
Ancestor Styx only felt a person cutting through the space and appearing in the sea of blood.
The sharp sword energy used to cut through the space seemed to make Wan Jian bow down.
The innate treasures Yuan Tu and A Bi he held in his hands made thick sword sounds, trying to compete with the sword energy that appeared.
"Who are you? Why do you want to prevent me from becoming a Taoist?" The light of the pure saint enveloped him, and Ancestor Styx couldn't see the person coming.
Even if he could see it clearly, he might not recognize it.
He was born in heaven and earth, and his supernatural powers and memories are innate, and he has no memory about the people who came to him.
Even if he invades the consciousness of the soul that fell into the sea of blood and observes it from a first-person perspective, he can't see any memory about the visitor.
It's like the visitor didn't exist in the wild.
(End of chapter)
