People in Jiejiao, Plague God Lu Yue

Chapter 981 The Netherworld Clan, Ancestral Dragon, and Ancestral Witch are uneasy
Luo Hou's face was pale, and with a flash, he directly disappeared into the endless abyss. This time, he died before he could even begin his mission. He originally wanted to take advantage of the terrain in the west.

He devoured the Phoenix Clan's fortune, thus securing his position as the Supreme Demonic Path Lord. Little did he expect that Lü Yue would return from the Nine Nether Blood Sea ahead of schedule.

This caused him to fail at the last minute.

However, he did not gain nothing. Even with the Pure Willow Tree, the Sea of ​​Bitterness could not be completely expelled from the world. At most, it could only turn one-third of the scorched earth into an oasis.

East China Sea Dragon Palace.

Zu Long stood with his hands folded over, gazing westward. Lü Yue's appearance directly interrupted Luo Huo's plan, not only returning the Phoenix Clan's fortune that he had previously severed with a single sword strike.

It also caused him serious injuries.

If they want to continue causing trouble, they'll need to rest for at least a few decades.

but!

This also gave him a deep understanding of Lü Yue's strength.

"Unrivaled!"

Lu Yue strolled leisurely, and even when he severed Luo Hou's demonic destiny, he only used a willow branch. He knew he couldn't do it so easily.

at the same time.

The appearance of Luo Hou also shattered the brief peace of the primordial world.

An era of great strife is about to begin.

What should he do next?
Unless he can unite the three clans of the Creation Heaven, namely the Phoenix Clan, the Qilin Clan, only then will he be qualified to stand firmly at the pinnacle of the void in this world.

That primordial, boundless realm!
It's not impossible.

pity!

Not only are the Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, and Qilin Clan at odds, but they are also on the opposite side of the myriad races of the prehistoric world. In order to dominate the world, he drove the myriad races of the prehistoric world to the outside world.

In retrospect, it was a mistake.

Can?
At that time, he had no choice but to cut off his arm to survive. He could not watch his Four Seas Dragon Clan perish when there was no strong person to protect the clan.

Then they are like fish on a chopping board.

Daluo Heaven.

In the Lingxiao Palace.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi's faces were so gloomy they were almost dripping with water.

Luo Hou's sword strike completely disrupted their plans. Nuwa and Xi Huang's attainment of the Great Luo Primordial Realm was not theirs. They originally intended to use the integration of all races in the prehistoric world and the fortune of all living beings to propel their cultivation breakthroughs.

Ugh!
In the end, all I could do was sigh helplessly.

time does not wait.

Although Nuwa and Xi Huang were the backers of the demon race, they were not the two brothers. In fact, they never realized that they were the ones who contributed the most.

Why are these two still lagging behind Nuwa and Xi?

The real reason is...

It was not as they thought. In fact, the two had already changed their cores. In other words, Nuwa and Fuxi had already merged with the real Nuwa and Fuxi.

To merge into one.

To become a unique god or demon in the primordial world.

Otherwise, why should only the two of them break through? In the great battle against the dragons, they were merely bystanders from beginning to end.

"Luo Hou is a wolf with ambitions. At a time of great upheaval in the world, he has once again established a demonic sect, using the Sea of ​​Bitterness as its foundation and negative emotions as its driving force. He is truly the source of chaos."

All sentient beings.

There are also the seven emotions and six desires.

This will give rise to negative emotions, and Luo Hou's demonic cult feeds on these negative emotions.

Di Jun sneered and looked at Taiyi Dao: "Junior brother, protect me. The world is undergoing tremendous changes. We must seize the initiative and not fall too far behind."

Just a little bit.

The Eastern Emperor Bell was then thrown out of his hand, hovering over the heads of the two men.

In a top-secret space.

Di Jun spat out a mouthful of blood and tried to predict the future, but all he could see was a blood-red future.

Only one person.

Step by step.

The remaining living beings transformed into a sea of ​​blood beneath his feet.

"One general can make a thousand bones wither!"

Di Jun's eyes turned bloodshot, and he fainted. He couldn't accept this so-called blood-red future.

Which one?
He knows it all too well.

The highest primordial wilderness is like a sophisticated place for raising Gu worms. Only the strongest Gu worm transcends heaven and earth, and its cultivation reaches the Hunyuan Wuji realm.

this moment.

He felt a sense of powerlessness and wanted to leave this place of trouble for good.

Not at the foot of the mountain.

The twelve ancestral witches each had a different expression.

Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, also showed a look of panic, as if something major had happened.

But for a moment, she couldn't quite understand it.

Where does the problem lie?
"Brother, I feel a tightness in my chest, as if something big is about to happen?" Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, clutched her chest and looked at the Ancestral Witch before her with a worried expression.

"Don't worry, little sister."

"With us twelve Ancestral Witches here, there will absolutely be no problem?"

"He's just a demonic brat who has established a demonic path. What's there to care about?"

Actually.

This was merely Dijiang comforting Houtu.

The sixth sense acquired later in life is extremely sensitive. Even Zhu Jiuyin, who controls time and can see through the past and the future, can flow downstream with the river of time.

He saw not a single glimpse of the future.

It was as if the river of time had been severed by a giant hand.

There is only the present, the past, and no future.

Dijiang and Zhujiuyin exchanged a glance, both seeing a solemn expression in each other's eyes.

Luo Hou's ambition was greater than they imagined. Although his demonic destiny was severed by Lü Yue's sword, his demonic path was not simply about feeding on negativity.

Instead, they saw Rahu summon the Sea of ​​Bitterness from the illusory clouds.

The sea of ​​suffering is boundless.

He created the Ancestral Dragon, allowing its cultivation to directly break through to the Supreme Azure Sky Realm, which is infinitely close to the Primordial Grand Luo Realm, although later...

Zu Long broke through to the Hunyuan Daluo realm.

They were freed from the curse of the sea of ​​suffering.

However, among the Dragon Clan of the Four Seas, there are still thousands of Supreme Sky Realm experts, who are invincible in the world below the Primordial Great Luo Realm. Even they are no match for this level.

And at the same time.

Just as everyone was shocked by the clash between Lü Yue and Luo Hou, another strange event occurred on the western land.

Wisps of pitch-black, eerie black energy, filled with death and resentment, emerged from the Sea of ​​Bitterness, transforming into demonic creatures.

There are dragons, phoenixes, unicorns, and all sorts of ancient races, but only their shapes are seen, not their true features.

It seemed to be imitating the myriad spirits of the primordial era, filled with evil and filth.

It is so disgusting that one glance at it is repulsive.

in!

Mostly birds; when the wind blows, phoenix feathers drift from the paulownia trees into that sea of ​​suffering.

hiss!
A phoenix roared.

Several enormous phoenixes soared into the sky.

He plunged headlong into that endless abyss.

The flames burning on it turned into dark flames the moment they fell.

"What the hell is this?"

When the many powerful beings of the primordial world saw the creature struggling to emerge from the sea of ​​suffering, they felt a sense of suffocation. This was a creature they had never seen before.

Is this the sea of ​​suffering?

"Nether Phoenix, Nether Dragon, Ink Qilin, all spirits of the Bitter Sea, today you return to your places. We beseech the Demon Ancestor to bestow upon you names." In the endless abyss, Luo Hou clutched his chest, his lips curling into a wild smile.

This was the crucial moment he had been waiting for.

"Lu Yue, even if you manage to reclaim the Phoenix Clan's fortune, so what? In my Sea of ​​Bitterness, there are countless Netherworld beings. Let's see how you deal with them."

(End of this chapter)