Prehistoric: Green Snake just wants to cultivate immortals

Chapter 227 End
Chi Wu, who had been banned for several yuanhuis, finally saw the world again.

It's just that everything that enters the eyes is blood red, full of murderous intentions, and the eyes are full of corpse blood.

Chi Wu looked back and met Qing Ling's pair of different-colored pupils.

At that moment, he seemed to be able to break through the mysteries of life and death, and saw life and death.

The sky is full of murderous intentions, the killing intent is like a knife, the murderous intent is like a river, killing the world, it is a lore!

He felt that he was going to die, felt the fall.

A raspberry flower blooms suddenly, not in the heart, not in the body, but a red flower blooming on the true spirit.

The safflower swayed, the luck of the Chiwu tribe flowed backwards, the dead energy entered the body of the Chiwu, and the luck flowed into the flowers.

Chiwu's true spirit is dissipating little by little, returning to heaven and earth little by little!

Every time Chiwu's luck decreased, the luck above Qingling's head increased by one point.

This is a gift from the ancestor of the white dragon, which swallows the power of luck.

Luck belongs to fate, fate comes first, and luck follows. Fate can determine luck, and luck can help fate.The two are divided into main and auxiliary, and fate is controlled by fate.

Chiwu has been suppressed in Luoshenghua for tens of thousands of years, and his luck has already weakened, death energy has entered his body, and the energy of calamity is lingering. Even if Qingling doesn't kill him, he will die in this mighty world.

At the same time that Chiwu's true spirit dissipated, on Tiannan's Immortal Volcano, Jinpeng's ancestor suddenly became angry, and stepped into the void to travel.

But Zhulong, who was guarding Tiannanwai, sneered, opened and closed his eyes, turned back time, the void was abruptly cut off, and the figure of the ancestor of Jinpeng emerged.

Candle Dragon embraces the void with both palms, the universe is in his arms, the universe is in the center, and one side creates the world in front of the Jinpeng ancestor.

The ancestor of Jinpeng shouted angrily: "Candle Dragon!"

"I'm here, don't need to be so loud, after all, I'm still young and my ears are good." Zhulong looked at it with his arms around him contentedly.

"One of my family's great powers fell, right here in Donghuang! I don't want to get entangled with you, let me get out of the way! Otherwise, I will not be able to die well today!" Jin Peng said angrily.

"Oh? That's really gratifying!" Zhulong smiled even more, and said slowly: "Back then, Qingluan delayed my return to the East China Sea and was unable to rescue Bailong. Today, you are just like me back then. It's karma and retribution. accurate!"

At the end, Zhulong's eyes were full of cold light.

The ancestor of Jinpeng laughed back angrily, "What a candle dragon, do you really think that these large armies can stop our Phoenix clan?"

"Hasn't it been blocked for more than 30 years?"

Jin Peng was so angry that he almost lost his mind and smashed Zhulong's sinister mouth.

"Everyone, let these four-legged reptiles see the holiness of our Phoenix Clan today!"

As the words fell, the ancestor of Qingluan also came out, and instantly transformed into Qingluan's body. Behind him, thousands of phoenixes blew, and countless phoenixes flew to the dragon army.

The army of the dragon clan fought immediately, a hundred dragons roared, and a hundred powerful men crushed ten thousand phoenixes!

But Wan Feng didn't have the slightest cowardice, just went forward to fight, and still abandoned defense, only pursuing crazy killing of attack!
Thousands of sea clans set off shocking waves, how many proud phoenixes were devoured, and how many sea clans were burned to death by the true flames of the phoenix?

The sky and the earth are full of flames, roaring continuously, voices of despair, fear, unyielding fighting spirit, endless murderous intentions, millions of dead bodies, and hundreds of billions of blood flowing.

The water in the South China Sea is dyed with vermilion, and the waves in the South China Sea are endless.

Zhulong alone faced Jinpeng and Qingluan, and they were still evenly matched.

After all, Zhulong's realm of 31 Chongtian and his combat power of 32 Chongtian are only three points weaker than Fengzu's.

Qing Ling, who was far away in the Eastern Wasteland, saw the flames rising to the sky in the south, and the undying volcano billowing with smoke, and knew in his heart that it might be because of him.

But he didn't panic, picked up Luo Shenghua, there was a black and red light flashing in the center of the flower, which was the essence of Chiwu's Dao.

Qing Ling slowly bent down and planted the Dora life flower under Jian Mu.

On the side, Yang Ji, the ancestor of the Yangyu Clan, looked terrified and terrified.

Qingling ignored him, but only sensed that Luo Shenghua had established a connection with the tunnel.

The essence of Chiwu's avenue slowly permeates through the Luo Shenghua and flows into the tunnel.

In the tunnel, there is an extra one, Cursed Avenue.

Chi Wu is the ancestor of the unknown black crow, and his avenue should go straight to the avenue of curse, but he took the ancestor of Jinpeng as his guide, and practiced the avenue of Tianhuo of the Phoenix clan. out of the way.

Qing Ling exercised the power of the tunnel, and among the countless Luosheng flowers he planted, every trace of residual Dao power flowed into the tunnel.

If Hongjun wins in the future, then there will be three thousand ways under the Dao of Heaven.

Then, he must have a Dao of three thousand!
As the master of the authentic way, he has gradually become the master of the way of heaven unconsciously and unknowingly.

However, there has never been a Lord of Heaven, and there will never be one in the future.

The tunnel has an owner, because the earth is weak and the tunnel is strong, so it can be called the owner.

But the way of heaven has no master, because the way of heaven is too strong, even Hongjun can't suppress it, so Hongjun, the master of the way of heaven, is just a concept.

The battle in Tiannan is still going on, but this time is different, the Feng Clan is too fierce!
Even if a phoenix dies, it will drag countless sea people to die together!

Affected by this, the Qilin tribe in the west also launched a counterattack. Countless giant and ancient beasts shook the earth, and the roar of beasts resounded throughout the prehistoric world.

The supernatural powers and spells continued, mountains and seas were moved, and the entire prehistoric land was shaking.

Unexpected coercion also gradually began to weaken and dissipate in the shelter of the mountains and rivers.

And Qingling also received the decree from the White Dragon Saintess.

The Saintess of the White Dragon is the highest cultivator of the lineage of the White Dragon under the ancestor of the White Dragon. If the White Dragon has passed away, the Saintess of the White Dragon is equivalent to the High Priest!
The Dragon Clan decided to really destroy the Qilin Clan!
The Qilin twin kings can't do anything, the Qilin clan's vassals have been incorporated by the dragon clan, suppressed and killed nearly [-]%, and the Qilin clan's direct line is the weakest, it is indeed the best breakthrough.

The Dragon Clan mobilized the last part of their forces, and all the Sea Clan left. The vast ocean of the East China Sea has become an empty nest. Only the Lobster Clan and the Cancer Clan stayed behind in the Dragon Palace.

Even, all vassal groups need to send troops!

The Xishan Snake Clan, as one of the Eight Great Royal Clans, naturally wants to lead all the upper clans to send troops.

The tribes of the Eastern Wilderness gathered again.

This time, Qingling stepped down from Jianmu and came to the top of Taichong Peak. Thousands of snake soldiers below him lined up in a mighty formation, and the sound shook the whole field.

"Meet the ancestor!"

The armies of all the tribes in the Eastern Wilderness bowed: "Meet the Taoist Lord!"

A strong wind was blowing, and a dignified and solemn atmosphere permeated Xishan.

Qing Ling stretched out his arms, "Get up!"

Hundreds of millions of troops are raised.

"Today, in line with the general trend of the Dragon Clan and respecting the order of the White Dragon Saintess, our tribes in the Eastern Wilderness led an army to attack the Qilin Clan and attacked in the southeast of Qilin. Together with the other nine armies, they formed a third army, commanded by the White Dragon Saintess. The army of the ancestors of the Qinglong, the army of the ancestors of the Zhengxi Black Dragon, the three armies surrounded the Qilin tribe, and broke through the Qilin holy cliff!
There will be casualties in this expedition, but our warriors need not worry.

There is a sound in heaven and earth called Taixu, listen to it in all its glory.

No matter where you are, no matter whether you are alive or dead, no matter where the world is, if you hear this bell, it will be the time for Xi Shan to pick you up and go home! "

"Ding ~"

"Clang~"

The Taixu Divine Bell danced with the wind, crisp and clear, and the ringing of the bell was engraved in their souls.

Tens of thousands of snakes bowed their heads in worship, silent and silent.

Living in the world of massacres, life and death are uncertain. As ants, they cannot escape the massacre. They must kill to stop the killing and break the catastrophe.

Death, the next moment may come.They are not afraid, they are fighting for the Clan.

But they are afraid that the world is so big that they cannot call themselves home.After death, the soul wanders around the world alone, wandering without support.

The pursuit of the Dao, the pursuit of great freedom and freedom is the pursuit of the powerful.

They seek the Tao, not for the Tao, but only for the heart, the group in their hearts, the closest relatives in their hearts, the love in their hearts, and the wishes in their hearts.

Qingling stood on the top of Taichong Peak, watching the billion-dollar army go away.

The army of the Eastern Wilderness will join forces with other dragon vassals in the Southern Wilderness, and then led by the supreme power of the Dragon Clan to the Qilin Cliff hundreds of millions of miles away!
But Qingling didn't participate in the battle, he wanted to stay behind Xishan and Jianmu.

Donghuang Jianmu, the Twelve Ranks by the East Sea, and the East Sea Dragon Palace form the eyes of the formation, forming a super large formation to protect the East China Sea, the foundation of the Sea Clan.

He can't walk, even if he dies, Jianmu can't fall down.

When Jianmu fell, his avenue would be cut off, and the Hai Clan's retreat would be lost, then the Dragon Clan would be defeated, and Xishan, who was under the nest, would also perish.

Xishan lost [-]% of his troops, [-]% of his clansmen, and the rest were newborn snakes.

There is no old snake in Xishan, because those old people who have dedicated their lives to the clan will go to the battlefield to play their last value and leave an extra young life for the clan.

This is not only true of Xishan, but also of all vassal groups.

Sleeping old people stood up tremblingly and walked against the wind, with gray hair, fearless in death.

They are mortal, because on the battlefield they will save their young clansmen when they die, exchange lives for lives, and exchange old lives for new lives.

There is no ethnic group to hide, because the powerful dragon clan will patrol the clans, and once they find a clan that hides their strength and does not send troops, the entire clan will be wiped out!

The war of the three clans is not only a battlefield for the powerful, but also the blood and tears, love and affection of countless ants and sentient beings.

It's just that the world can't remember the ants, and the times will forget the ants. In the years to come, all living beings will only remember the great man who stood at the highest place, but they don't know how to pile up the great man!

It rained from heaven and earth, but it was just rain of blood.

There is a wind in the world, but it is just a fishy wind.

Qingling didn't block the wind and rain, and let the blood and rain drip on me.

He knew that the era of the three races was coming to an end, and this was the last battle of the era.

How can we see the future without experiencing wind and rain?

Tiannan, on the Phoenix Terrace, Feng Zu sat cross-legged silently, she looked at the Western Qilin God Cliff, her eyes were a little absent-minded.

In the western polar region, Luohu was very excited, with endless murderous aura, resentment and resentment, all kinds of negativity of sentient beings entered the demonic way, he said slowly: "The demonic way is no longer in the west, but in the hearts of all living beings.

It's time to start! "

On the Eastern Yujing Mountain, Hongjun sat on the futon as always, spotless, outside wind and rain could not enter this Baiyujing, and the bloody wind and rain could not tarnish this jade-like white mountain.

At the extreme corners of the heaven and earth, the four peerless fierce swords silently absorb the evil energy of the heaven and the earth. In the middle of the earth, a scarlet ancient map was bred in the evil energy of Pangu, and the four fierce beasts waited here for a long time!
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