Daqin: Who does this throne give to me?

"The three Xiantian tribes have formed an alliance with the Wu tribe. How are you going to deal with it?" Luo Hu, who was standing on the top of Mount Sumeru in black, looked in the direction of Yujing Mountain with a sneer on his face.

Among the Chaos Demon Gods, Hongjun is the most insidious and the one with the most schemes.

The Wu Clan was supposed to be born together with the Sanqing, but it has been banned until now, just to provoke the conflict between the Wu Clan and the three innate clans, and form a new catastrophe of heaven and earth.

Only in the great catastrophe of heaven and earth can there be enough merit for the quasi-sage to break through Hunyuan at the peak.

Similarly, only a new catastrophe of heaven and earth can allow the Four Swords of Zhu Xian to absorb enough tribulation energy to complete the transformation.

But now that Tianji is in chaos, and the Wu clan has formed an alliance with the three Xiantian clans, Hongjun's original plan has completely failed.

If Hongjun doesn't have a new plan, he will take action himself.

Zhao Wenjing sat quietly outside Pangu Palace, while a group of Wu children played around Zhao Wen.

Looking at the strange-looking children around him, Zhao Wen looked into the distance.

He didn’t know where Demon Ancestor Rahu was in Mount Sumeru, Ancestor Hongjun was in Yujing Mountain, Ancestor Yin Yang, Ancestor Qian Kun, and Great Immortal Yang Mei were.

But the problem is that both Yujing Mountain and Sumeru Mountain are hidden in the void, and he doesn't know the specific location.

Hou Yi took a careful look at Zhao Wen. This older brother who looked similar to him liked to sit among a group of children but never spoke.

But he knew that this big brother was very important to the witch clan, and even the twelve ancestral witches attached great importance to him.

The space in front of him fluctuated, and fifteen figures seemed to walk out of the space directly and appeared in front of Zhao Wen.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the three patriarchs all looked depressed. After searching for several years, they could not find any trace of the Chaos Demon God.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they might have thought that the Chaos Demon God was just a legend and had never appeared in the world at all.

"Bang!" The space in the distance seemed to split open, and a giant dragon tens of thousands of feet long fell heavily and landed in front of the Wu tribe, causing a group of Wu tribe to scream.

"Black Dragon Aotian!" Ancestral Dragon roared angrily and appeared at the location where the space above was split. The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the other two clan leaders appeared at the same time, focusing on the location just now.

But as if everything was an illusion, the space in front of him didn't change at all, and he didn't sense any other breath.

Looking at the huge body of the black dragon below, everyone's expressions were extremely ugly.

If the Ancestral Dragon were not here today, and the Black Dragon suddenly fell, it would definitely become the food of the Wu Clan, and there would definitely be a conflict between the Dragon Clan and the Wu Clan.

"We can't continue searching. We will never be able to detect a quasi-sage peak that we want to hide!" Zu Qilin said with certainty.

For such a long time, they have searched all over the ancient world but found nothing. This shows that they do not want to see him at all, and it also shows the gap in strength between the two sides.

If you continue to search, there won't be any difference from now.

"Cultivation, we must practice. They have no potential. Unless there is a great change in the ancient world, it will never be possible to break through Hunyuan, but we still have enough room for growth!"

Zu Feng had a determined look on his face: "I won't believe it until everyone breaks through to the quasi-sage stage, and I won't be able to find them yet!"

"A group of ants also want to defy heaven?" A voice that seemed to smell like blood appeared.

"Ouch!" Zulong roared, already showing its original form hundreds of thousands of feet long, and grabbed the quasi-sage in black who suddenly appeared.

"Death!" The twelve ancestral witches were like giants standing tall on the sky and the earth, and the twelve laws completely enveloped the quasi-sage in black.

Zu Qilin and Zu Feng attacked directly from the upper and lower directions. In just an instant, the surrounding space was broken into countless pieces.

Zhao Wen sent all the Wu clan into Pangu Hall as quickly as possible. In order to avoid suspicion, he stood at the door of Pangu Hall and looked at the sky.

The power of destruction completely enveloped Pangu Palace, and the huge body of the black dragon turned into nothingness visible to the naked eye.

Huge shock waves continued to fly around, and each shock wave made the entire prehistoric world tremble slightly.

But all the power was blocked by Pangu Palace.

Each of the witch clan looked at Zhao Wen with gratitude. In the face of such power, if Zhao Wen had slowed down even a little bit, no one in the entire witch clan would have survived except for the twelve ancestral witches.

Zhao Wen frowned and his face became increasingly ugly. The fifteen quasi-sages were completely at a disadvantage facing Demon Ancestor Luohu and could only passively defend.

This time, Demon Ancestor Luo Hu did not use the Four Swords of Killing Immortals. He only responded with the Law of Destruction, but he still suppressed the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the three clan leaders.

Demon Ancestor Luohu has such strength. Ancestor Hongjun, Ancestor Yin Yang, Ancestor Qiankun, and Great Immortal Yang Mei are all at the pinnacle of quasi-sages, so they must also have such strength.

"The water in the prehistoric world is too deep!" Zhao Wen secretly said to himself.

He did not think that the twelve ancestral witches and the three innate tribes could break through to the quasi-sage stage in a short period of time.

In Zhao Wen's opinion, instead of looking forward to these few, he might as well look forward to Pangu Sanqing to see when he will break through to the quasi-sage realm.

One attack and one defense, two innate treasures, innately invincible.

I am afraid that only after Pangu Sanqing breaks through will he be able to take advantage in such a battle.

"Why hasn't Sanqing come over yet?" Zulong, who was covered in scars, roared angrily.

Under the powerful law of destruction, Zulong's huge body is like a target, but without fighting in its original form, the combat effectiveness of the innate Taoist body is at least half weaker.

Facing a pinnacle quasi-sage, daring not to go all out is simply asking for death.

"Did Sanqing lie to us?" Gonggong roared. His body, which was ten thousand feet in size, was broken everywhere. If it weren't for the Wu clan's tenacious vitality, would such injuries have been suffered by others, let alone continue to fight? Would they have survived? It’s all two things.

During the alliance, the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the three Xiantian tribes all went to Sanqing, and Sanqing also promised that as long as there is a battle, Sanqing will definitely support them.

But now, the fight between the two sides is turning upside down. There may not be any life around Pangu Palace for a long time, and even the earth veins have been beaten to pieces.

If the Wu Clan can survive the current disaster, they must move out from the place of their birth.

Hearing the roar from above, Zhao Wen had doubts in his eyes. Sanqing would never be so unwise.

But why hasn’t it appeared yet?

"Buzz!"

A huge pagoda shadow appeared, protecting the three clan leaders and the twelve ancestral witches at the same time. I waved gently, and the Chaos Bell in Tongtian's hand hit Luo Hu.

"Have you broken through to the quasi-sage realm?"

Luo Hu spoke for the first time after appearing, looking at Sanqing with a bit of surprise on his face. If he remembered correctly, Sanqing was severely cheated by Hongjun, and there should be no chance to grow up in a short period of time.

But now, I have obviously broken through to the quasi-sage realm.

With the Three Pure Ones in One, the other two will definitely break through soon.

Although Sanqing would not be regarded as a threat, combined with the pile of ants in front of him, it is more or less a small trouble.

"Give Sanqing some face and spare you today!" He glanced at the twelve ancestral witches and saw that these twelve barbarians were bent on grabbing the Immortal Killing Sword from his hands.

If it weren't for the protection of Pangu Kaitian's merits, he would have killed all twelve barbarians long ago.

I think today is enough for them to know the gap between them.

Completely ignoring the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Innate Patriarchs, as well as ignoring the Chaos Bell that crashed into it, Luo Hu took a step forward and disappeared instantly as if blending into the space.

"Instead of searching everywhere, it is better to improve our own strength. If we all break through to the Quasi-Sacred Stage, why should we be afraid of being frightened by a group of axes!" I looked at the disabled Twelve Ancestral Witches and the three chiefs of the three clans and sighed softly to advise.

If these people hadn't caused the trouble, why would he have brought his two younger brothers who were in seclusion to come to the rescue.

Of course, what's more important is that these people can distract the Chaos Demon God before Sanqing has grown up, allowing Sanqing enough time to grow.

As one of the Three Pure Ones of Pangu, I have always been confident that if he had not been born too late, the prehistoric world would have respected the Three Pure Ones.

"Why didn't the others show up?" Zhao Wen secretly asked himself.

The three Xiantian clans and the Wu clan were so obviously targeting several quasi-sage peaks. If it were him, he would have to kill them all.

But now, only Luohu appeared. He showed up for a while like a joke, and then left immediately after Sanqing appeared. This was not normal.

"They have scruples!" A thought jumped out instantly, and Zhao Wen's eyes lit up. He now wanted to know what these top experts were scruples about.

Deep down, he also hopes to give the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the three innate tribes more time to grow.

But we must find out the reasons instead of relying on other people's concerns.

"What are the top powerhouses like Demon Ancestor Luohu, Ancestor Hongjun, Ancestor Yin Yang, Ancestor Qiankun, and Immortal Yang Mei worried about?"

"In other words, what do the three Xiantian clans and the Wu clan have in common!"

One reason after another flashed through Zhao Wen's mind.

"The merits, the three innate clans and the witch clan all have merits. They are worried about the karma after killing them. These people have conflicts with each other. The biggest opponent is not the three innate clans and the twelve ancestral witches, but each other!"

"As long as they are one step behind others, they will die. This is their biggest concern!"

After understanding the reason, Zhao Wen suddenly felt confident that in a short period of time, at least before he left, the Wu clan and the three Xiantian clans would still have the opportunity to grow.

If you seize the opportunity, you may not be unable to kill one.

"For the innate treasure, even taking a little risk is not unacceptable!" Zhao Wen's eyes flashed with determination.

Seeing that Sanqing and others above him had fallen to the ground, Zhao Wen stepped forward and came to Sanqing: "Disciple Zhao Wen pays homage to Master and Uncle!"

"Get up, your strength has improved rapidly recently, and it seems you are still comfortable outside!" Seeing Zhao Wen's great improvement in strength, Tongtian laughed immediately. This is a disciple whom he personally taught, and his face is bright when his strength is high.

"Good luck, disciple!"

The body of a golden dragon, coupled with the bones of the Wu clan, and the spiritual fruits grown one after another in the herbal classics, were all filled by Zhao Wen into his Daluo world. In terms of energy accumulation, it is now unprecedented. But no one can compare with Zhao Wen's speed.

However, there are outsiders here, so naturally this cannot be said. The Three Purities have reached their peak, and there is only a glimmer of enlightenment. However, the three innate tribes and the twelve ancestral witches have just broken through not long ago, but it is when energy is needed most.

Laozi and Yuanshi also looked at Zhao Wen with approval. Now that the Three Pure Ones are one, there is no difference between Tongtian's disciples and his own disciples. Not to mention that Zhao Wen also has the realm of Daluo. Some of the monks of his generation are nothing more than that. realm.

The Three Pure Ones and Laozi's breakthrough means that Yuanshi and Tongtian are about to break through, so naturally they will not stay longer. After giving Zhao Wen a few words, he left.

Zu Long, Zu Feng and Zu Qilin looked at each other, sighed and left.

The fifteen quasi-sages were no match for him in the early stage. Obviously, he didn't intend to kill him now, and naturally he had no intention of gathering together and continuing to search.

What the three clan leaders are most anxious about now is to improve their own strength.

Sanqing is about to break through the Quasi-Sage. He was unable to deal with the teasing attack just now. It can be seen from the other party's attitude that compared to his fifteen Quasi-Sages, the other party is obviously more scrupulous about Sanqing.

Two innate treasures, one for attack and one for defense, make the Three Pure Ones invincible. If they don't improve their strength and wait until all Three Pure Ones break through, how will they be able to raise their heads and speak in front of the Three Pure Ones?

Naturally, the same was true for the Twelve Ancestral Witches, who all scattered away with fire in their eyes.

Unlike the Xiantian three clans who need to understand their strength to break through, the Wu clan's breakthrough requires a lot of nutrients and opponents of sufficient strength.

The battles between ancestral witches are enough to hone themselves, but nutrients need to be found from outside.

This time the ancestral witch leaves, the subordinate races of the three innate tribes will inevitably be in a state of chaos.

But with the arrogance of the witch ancestors, Sanqing, who is also a descendant of Pangu, can take a high look. As for the three Xiantian tribes, they are just a group of food, so how can they care about each other's opinions.

Being able to avoid killing the three Xiantian clans is already magnanimous.

Zhao Wen flew straight towards the west with a leisurely expression.

His target was the junction of east and west.

This place is often ignored by the prehistoric monks. No one knows that here is not only Zhen Yuanzi, the pinnacle quasi-sage of the future prehistoric era, but also Hongyun Patriarch who advances and retreats with Zhen Yuanzi.

But everyone has completely forgotten that the cave where Lantern is located is also at the junction of east and west.

When Hongjun preached, the lamp could not reach the realm of Daluo. Now it is the period of the Xiantian Three Clans, and at most it can only reach the realm of Taiyi.

Regarding Ran Deng's Taoist heart, although he was emotional, he didn't care. What he really cared about was that the Hongmeng Heavenly Ruler was destined to Ran Deng. Among the three lanterns of heaven, earth and man, the earth lamp was the accompanying spiritual treasure of Ran Deng.

Of course, he didn't come here just to look for burning lanterns and treasures.

The ginseng fruit tree is the innate spiritual root of the five elements. The higher the world level, the greater the potential of the innate spiritual root of the five elements.

Now that I have come to Honghuang, I naturally want to give it a try and see if the good old man Zhen Yuanzi is willing to give him a branch of the ginseng fruit tree.

With Zhen Yuanzi's personality, even if he was unwilling, Zhao Wen didn't think he would be in any danger!