Honghuang: Light the lanterns and bury the ancestor!

Chapter 63 The Four Swords are born!Three disasters and five disasters!
Sumeru Mountain.

Endless abyss.

There is a terrifying murderous intention brewing, constantly accumulating, growing, and transforming. One day, it will become the nightmare of all innate gods!

When the innate green gourd spit out the last bit of blood evil karma, the four killing swords suddenly trembled, and countless blood-red laws on the swords began to swim and converge, condensing into four terrifying and mysterious innate divine inscriptions:
"punish!"

"kill!"

"trap!"

"Absolutely!"

"Boom~"

The killing sword buzzed, revealing its bronze-colored body again, its endless sharpness restrained into the edge!
With just a slight tremor, time and space were split, the laws were destroyed, and the earth, fire, water, and wind were suppressed!
"It's done!"

Luo Hu laughed loudly, stretched out his hand to summon the four killing swords, and just lightly touched the sword's edge with his palm, and the indestructible Da Luo demon body was easily scratched.

A ray of demonic blood seeped out, and the killing sword greedily devoured it!

This sword is extremely vicious!
"Good! Good! Good!"

"Not only is it extremely sharp, it can also directly attack the true spirit and attack the source!"

"With them, not to mention the little brats like Honghuang, even Pangu, the ancestor, I dare to go up and give him three axes!"

Luo Hu happily played with it for a while before sending the four killing swords into his body and continued to nourish Zang Feng with his own demonic blood.

"The only flaw is that it still lacks a formation diagram to perfectly display the power of the Four Swords."

"Hey, this kid, why do you remember coming to Mount Sumeru?"

Luo Hu suddenly raised his head, and a ray of light fell from the sky.

Ran Deng walked out of the escape light, stepped forward with a smile and said:

"Randeng has met the Demon Ancestor."

"Ah! How do you know that my ancestor has perfected my sword?"

"Ah?" Ran Deng's smile slowly solidified, and a bad feeling arose in his heart.

In autumn and winter, the cicada wakes up before it moves, and the innate divine spiritual awareness is more accurate.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and prepared to make a strategic retreat, but found that a ray of energy had been pressing on him at some point, as heavy as a mountain, making him unable to move.

"What? You want to test the sword for me, ancestor? How can you be so embarrassed?"

While Luo Hu declined politely, he took out the four killing swords one by one and placed them around the burning lamp.

"Ancestor, I took the time to study Fuxi's formation method. Don't tell me, it's really useful.

Come on, let me demonstrate it to you once, just once! "

He repeatedly stated and emphasized that he was very sure that Ran Deng could be sent away in one go.

As the words fell, the Four Swords of Zhu Xian let out a soft cry, and the mighty power of destruction spread, freezing the years, anchoring the universe, and reaching the extreme level of ferocity.

"stop!"

Ran Deng stopped him quickly, he didn't want to risk his life on Luo Hu's conscience.

If you compare yourself to others, if you gamble, he will lose!

"Ancestor, I am here this time, but I have a great benefit to offer!"

"What good can you do?"

Luo Hu glanced at him with disdain and continued to play with the Immortal Killing Sword Formation slowly:

"The only benefit you can give me is to let me, ancestor, try it on you to see if this Immortal Killing Sword Formation can kill your true spirit and save you from eternal disaster!"

At the same time, the twelfth-grade World-Destroying Black Lotus was secretly sacrificed by him, and a strange fluctuation was spreading. He wanted to peek into Ran Deng's inner thoughts and see what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

Then, he saw a slowly burning spiritual lamp.

This made Luo Hu a little stunned: "This kid has learned a lot and actually used the spirit treasure to calm his mind in advance, but you underestimate my ancestor's methods too much!"

So he fiddled with time, tracing back to his origins, and once again returned to the time when he first started.

This time the spying was more secretive, and it was easy to break through the coffin lamp blockade.Then he hit a wall again.

A dark and strange long flag drags six long flag tails, hanging down boundless mantra to suppress Ran Deng's heart.

"Ha! There is indeed progress! But in the eyes of the ancestors, it is still not enough!"

Luo Hu narrowed his eyes slightly and moved back the time again, going back to the moment when he took action.

This time, he was more serious and secretive. The twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus slowly bloomed, and was stimulated to the extreme!
The coffin lamp is broken!
The six soul flags are broken!
Innate bitter bamboo...huh?Why is there still there!

The moment the twelfth-grade World-Destroying Black Lotus was stopped again, Luo Hu went crazy.

The Four Swords of Zhu Xian returned to their positions instantly, suppressing the past, present, and future, and locked the true spirit of Ran Deng!
Even the innate green gourd has changed its direction, ready to turn the chopped-up true spirit of Ran Deng into the materials of the Zhuxian Formation!

"Hey, hey, ancestor, you can't afford to play!"

Ran Deng panicked now, his heart was touched again and again, and he naturally felt it.

But relying on the innate bitter bamboo, the best innate spiritual root, to take root in his heart, he was not afraid and allowed Luo Hu to test him again and again.

Secretly still preparing to watch Rahu jokes.

Who would have known that Luo Hu would be so incapable of having fun that he would overturn the table!
"Haha, I can't afford it?"

"I've been testing my ancestors again and again, holding back my bad intentions anytime and anywhere. Whenever I get a chance, I want to trick me!"

"Randeng, oh Randeng, since you are lustful and want to die, ancestor, I will completely help you!"

After saying that, Luo Hu was about to activate the Zhuxian Sword Formation, preparing to cut Ran Deng into pieces with thousands of knives to vent his inner anger.

Seeing that Luo Hu was really about to take action, Ran Deng's desire to survive instantly exploded, and he quickly shouted loudly:
"Three disasters and five disasters! Disaster in the clutches of the devil!"

"Ok?"

Zhu Xian's sword energy deviated a little bit and slashed away at Ran Deng's scalp.

Luo Hu stopped his movements and looked at Ran Deng with interest:

"Devil? Three disasters and five disasters?"

The four swords of Zhu, Slaughter, Trap, and Absolute flew over and moved around Ran Deng. Luo Hu slowly put his hands on his back and spoke calmly:

"Come on, don't be impatient and tell me in detail."

"You can hurry up. After all, everyone is very busy."

Ran Deng smiled bitterly and raised his hand to push the Immortal Killing Sword.

Well, no push.

So he gave up and revealed all the ideas he had prepared and perfected hundreds of times on the road.

"So, bring disasters to temper, grant hardships to add blessings, kill to save lives, destroy the world to save the world!"

"Ancestor, if this happens, your merits will be immeasurable!"

"Moreover, it is also in line with the true meaning of the Dao of Destruction, allowing you to make rapid progress on the road of Daluo!"

Luo Hu was silent after hearing this, thinking about it for a long time. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was feasible!

This path is more risky, but the rewards are also very rich.

"Why three disasters and five disasters?"

He was moved!

Ran Deng's eyes lit up and he quickly explained:

"The three disasters are thunder, fire, and wind!"

"It falls every 500 years. If you can survive it, your life span will be as long as the sky. If you cannot survive it, your body will die and your path will disappear!"

"Thunder is not thunder, it is thunder from heaven..."

"The fire is neither heavenly fire nor extraordinary fire, but Yin fire. It burns from the Yongquan acupoint under the feet and penetrates directly into the Niwan Palace..."

"This wind is not the southeast, northwest, or south-west wind, nor is it the harmonious and fragrant golden shuo wind, nor is it the wind of flowers, willows, pines, and bamboos. It is called: Zifeng..."

(End of this chapter)