Ten thousand worlds come: the beginning deduces the perfect Saitama

Wu Feng did the same with Luo Hou. After all, it was just an avatar. Even if it was killed, it would still cost thousands of deduction points. It's not worth it. It's better to be a bystander.

"Master, what's the matter?" Qing Yuan noticed that Wu Feng was in a daze, and asked in confusion.

"It's okay, you can practice here. I will arrange a formation for you. When you absorb the dragon's blood, you can come out." Wu Feng said slowly.

As far as the way of formation is concerned, in the past, Wu Feng can be said to have deduced it to a very high level. The formation arranged by him is difficult to be found and disturbed in this prehistoric age.

He immediately set up a powerful formation for Qing Yuan to practice, while he continued to travel through the wild.

On the other side, Luo Hou, who was going to the deep sea dragon clan, was very aggrieved. He just appeared in front of the palace of the eighth prince of the dragon clan and was about to implement a plan when he was suddenly controlled by a powerful force.

Before he could react, he was caught in front of the Eighth Prince of the Dragon Clan.

Only then did he realize that the blood of the Eighth Prince of the Dragon Clan had been drawn out, and the Dragon Clan was furious, and immediately reacted by sending a Da Luo Jinxian strongman to descend.

And in this sea area, Luo Hou became the only special creature, and he also appeared in front of Dragon Palace, so he was naturally caught.

After all, Luo Hou's incarnation was too weak, and he couldn't compete against a strong person at the Da Luo Golden Immortal level.

Even though he repeatedly emphasized that he has nothing to do with the person who took away the blood of the dragon prince, and even said that he saw him on the shore, and it didn't matter if it fell into the ears of the dragon clan.

The battered eighth prince of the Dragon Clan poured all his anger on Luo Hou, tortured him in various ways, and finally killed him, which was considered a bad breath.

Poor Luo Hou, an incarnation, was buried in the Dragon Palace before he could show his grand plans.

"Dragon Clan, I will destroy your entire clan."

In the westernmost part of the prehistoric region, in the mountain peak full of cracks, with the endless fierceness gushing out, a voice full of anger rose into the sky, and the earth trembled.

According to Luo Hou's vision, the dragon race is the best race among the three races, so the incarnation chose to use it as a breakthrough point.

He didn't expect that the dragon's nature would be so explosive and unreasonable at all, which made him lose an incarnation in vain.

The condensing of an avatar takes time to accumulate, and within a short period of time, Luo Hou couldn't condense again, so he was naturally very angry.

Decades have passed in a blink of an eye. In today's Honghuang, the three races are a foregone conclusion. Like other weak races in Honghuang, they are all suppressed by the dragon, phoenix and unicorn tribes.

And among the three clans, although there was a conflict due to the power of luck at the beginning, it was only a small fight after all, and it did not evolve into a bigger war.

At that time, only the central part of the prehistoric world was relatively rich, while the other four poles were barren.

And in the far east, Hongjun has also been born. He has learned the Taoism for the first time and practiced supernatural powers. Although he has not yet established Taoism, he has vaguely become the top master of the prehistoric world.

Not only him, but also Immortal Yang Mei, Patriarch Yin Yang and other strong men were all born in the world. They cultivated painstakingly, absorbed the aura of heaven and earth, and their strength is also improving by leaps and bounds. Compared with Hongjun, they are only stronger than weaker.

And in the more remote west, Luo Hou, who had been killed in his previous incarnation, once again condensed an incarnation, and at this juncture, he founded the magic way, and established a school to recruit a lot of disciples.

The west was originally a barren land, and all the creatures who could survive here lived extremely difficult days. The appearance of the devil way gave them a kind of hope.

As a result, many living beings have thrown themselves into the magic way, and the magic way is also developing quietly when the three races are doing their best. Although the power is weak, but because of the shadow of the demon god Luohou, it should not be underestimated.

Chapter 420 The Six Clans Melee, Meet the White Fox Again

Of course, the three races don't care about the rise of the Demon Dao, or in other words, they don't care about the growth of other races. What they care about is the territory of the Great Desolate Central. Although they control different territories, they all want to get their hands on each other's territory, so conflicts are inevitable.

At this time, Luo Hou naturally couldn't hold back anymore, but this time, he didn't let his avatar go there, as he possessed the magic way, he only needed to send his subordinates.

Provoking conflicts among the three clans was very simple. Under Luo Hou's arrangement, his subordinates pretended to be the Qilin clan and launched a sneak attack on the important members of the Feng clan and the Dragon clan respectively.

And this also instantly became the fuse of the war. No one would think about the key point. Everyone has long disliked each other. The so-called sneak attack is just an excuse.

War only needs an excuse, and this truth also applies to prehistoric beasts.

Ever since, a mighty battle was about to break out. The dragon and phoenix clan found a reason and immediately launched an attack on the Qilin clan.

The Qilin family is also tough-headed, not only does not admit it, but also does not refuse anyone who comes, and immediately fights.

In this way, under Luo Hou's random provocation, the war between the three clans finally broke out.

Wu Feng walked against the sky in the middle of the prehistoric region, looking down from above.

Below, the ground cracked, roars came and went, countless divine lights emerged, and evil spirits condensed, like a world-purgatory.

Facing the pincer attack from the Phoenix and Dragon clans, the Qilin clan showed their tenacity.

This is not just a dispute between the three clans, there are countless races mixed in it, after all, each of the three clans represents a side of power.

For example, the beast clan of Qilin respected it one after another. When war broke out, they naturally couldn't stand by and watch.

In just a hundred years, countless ferocious beasts fell, and death aura pervaded the entire prehistoric center. The tens of thousands of corpses finally turned into the evil aura that filled the sky, and countless innocent souls wailed in it.

As the evil spirit continued to grow, the entire Great Desolation was also affected by it, and many races were forced to participate in this battle.

And this was just the beginning. Under Luo Hou's incitement, conflicts broke out between the dragon and phoenix clans, and the three-party melee officially started.

Wu Feng couldn't help frowning as he watched the people below.

Death is the main theme of the calamity, and every time the calamity comes, countless prehistoric creatures die, especially in the early days of the prehistoric period, it is even more cruel.

Faced with such a fierce battle, Wu Feng did not intend to stop it. This was the destiny of heaven, and he did not come here to solve the calamity.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed a familiar figure appeared on a certain battlefield in the east.

The figure was all white, with nine tails swaying in the air behind it, bursting out with colorful divine light, and was colliding with a bird with three heads.

Wu Feng followed his heart and immediately headed towards the east, where he saw the white fox in the past, now possessing the peak power of Xuanxian.

As a clan of beasts, it will inevitably fight with the clan of birds. No one will be spared in the Great War.

Wu Feng noticed that in that area, there were many foxes hiding in the caves with trembling bodies. It seemed that the white fox was protecting its companions.

The battle between the two sides was equally fierce. Under the divine light, the feathers on the three-headed birds turned into sharp weapons, piercing through the void and heading towards the white fox at an astonishing speed.

The white fox was also not to be outdone, Nine Tails behind him burst into dazzling eyes, and under the divine light, his body speed reached the limit, he dodged the opponent's attack in an instant, and at the same time swooped towards him.

The bird quickly flapped its wings and headed towards the sky, avoiding the bite of the white fox.

cuckoo-

A deep bird's song came out of the bird's mouth. The faint sound waves shook the void, affecting the spirit of the white fox. At the same time, it swooped down and stretched out its sharp claws, trying to tear it apart.

The white fox suddenly raised its forelegs, and spiritual energy emerged from its body. Behind it, a huge nine-tailed fox appeared, as if it was about to swallow the sky and the earth, it opened its bloody mouth and bit down on it fiercely.

The bird couldn't dodge in time, and was buried in the mouth of the giant nine-tailed fox in an instant.

When the supernatural power disappeared, the white fox fell to the ground on all fours, and the bird fell to the ground, bloody and lifeless.

The battle between ferocious beasts is so cruel, unlike the later generations, all kinds of magic weapons bombard the body without even moving it.

The bird was dealt with, but the danger was not touched. Suddenly, a flood dragon sprang out from the nearby jungle. The dragon was all black, with a pair of poisonous fangs, which looked particularly penetrating.

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Caught off guard, the white fox wanted to forcibly move the phantom of the nine-tailed fox again, but at this moment, there was a sudden bang.

In the blue sky, a thunderbolt fell, like an arrow, it hit the dragon with a bang, and immediately wiped out its vitality.

Baihu looked at this scene in surprise, then raised his head, and saw Wu Feng in the air, his eyes suddenly showed excitement.

Wu Feng fell down slowly and came to the white fox.

"Now that the three clans are fighting in chaos, you should not stay here for long." Wu Feng said softly.

Suddenly, the white fox's whole body shone with light, and under the light, a beautiful figure appeared.

The white light dissipated, and a peerless beauty with a beautiful face, a good figure, and a sky-shaking posture appeared in front of Wu Feng.

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With a wave of Wu Feng's hand, a long white dress fell on the opponent.

Baihu blinked those beautiful big eyes, looked at Wu Feng curiously, with a few tears of gratitude in his eyes.

Thinking about it, it turned into a human form after seeing Wu Feng like this.

"Lord...Master."

A pleasant voice followed, and the white fox who spoke for the first time was still a little unskilled.

Wu Feng smiled slightly: "In the past, I only saw that you were destined to be with me, but you don't need to call me the master."

The white fox shook his head violently: "Thank you...Master."

As he said that, he naturally approached Wu Feng, just like before, leaning in Wu Feng's arms, petite and cute.

Wu Feng has a clear heart and is no longer tempted by beauty, but with Baihu's behavior, it is hard for people not to feel affectionate.

"I have an orthodoxy, where can you take your clansmen, it's not so far away." Wu Feng suggested.

Now that the three clans are fighting in a melee, there is no safe place to live, but Wu Feng's former retreat is covered by a formation, so it will not be affected by it.

Baihu looked up at Wu Feng and nodded slightly.

Wu Feng smiled and straightened him up: "There is a saying that men and women cannot kiss each other."

Baihu looked puzzled, he didn't really understand the meaning of this sentence, he just felt that Wu Feng was very close, and naturally wanted to get closer, unconsciously leaning on Wu Feng's chest again.

Wu Feng hurriedly stopped her, and said awkwardly: "Let's go, I'll take you there." Nai.

Chapter 420 The catastrophe comes to an end, the real war breaks out

With Wu Feng's cultivation base, he brought Baihu and her companions, and within half a day, they came to the orthodoxy he had retreated to.

It was a barren place, and there were countless corpses of ferocious beasts lying quietly on the ground. Under the protection of the formation, the hill was intact, and there was still the fragrance of birds and flowers inside, like a paradise.

The white fox's companions all entered the hill, and it seems that they like this place very much, not to mention the aura of heaven and earth here is extremely abundant.

"Master, I... want to follow... you." Baihu looked at Wu Feng and said slowly, with a gentle voice like a spring breeze.

"That can't be done. Now that the three clans are fighting, it's too dangerous for you to follow me. It's better to practice here, and wait for me to come to you. Wu Feng subtly accepted the title of master, and explained in detail.

The white fox looked at him, with a pair of beautiful eyes, with a hint of curiosity and ignorance, "[-]" nodded immediately.

Looking at the white fox, Wu Feng suddenly thought of something, and said, "Let me give you a name."

Hearing the name, the white fox immediately showed a sweet smile, with shallow dimples, very attractive: "Good!"

"Well, let's call you Qingling, I happen to have a little follower named Qingyuan."

Wu Feng touched his chin and said the name in his heart.

"Qing Ling?" Baihu muttered, and nodded again: "Qing Ling, good!"

"Well, Qing Ling, wait for me to come back." Wu Feng patted her head and said dotingly.

Qing Ling nodded silently, watching Wu Feng leave.

The easternmost part of Honghuang is also a wild land. Unlike the west side, there is relatively less evil spirit here, but the land is barren and there are very few mountains and rivers.

In a certain place, there is a mountain peak. Compared with other places, there is more vitality here. Insects, fish, birds and beasts walk in it. At the time when the three races were chaotic, it became a rare pure land.

And on the top of the mountain, there was an old man sitting cross-legged on top of the boulder.

The old man had a kind face, and he was wearing a Taoist robe. Under the Taoist robe, he could vaguely see muscular muscles, which was completely different from his appearance.

The old man is none other than Hongjun. With the help of the aura of heaven and earth, he has made good fortune. At this moment, he has entered the quasi-sacred realm, and even Zulong is no match for him.

He looked at the sky, and a ray of light shot out of his cloudy eyes, piercing through the void and reaching beyond the sky.

"The catastrophe of heaven and earth is coming to an end, but why do I see evil spirits everywhere again? Could there be another catastrophe coming?" Hong Jun muttered to himself, he spied on the way of heaven and vaguely caught a trace of a secret.

"Hongjun, what are you worried about?"

At this time, a spring breeze blew by, and a willow branch came along with the wind, and fell in front of Hongjun, transforming into a human form, which was the Immortal Yangmei.

Immortal Yang Mei was born earlier than Hongjun, and both sides are quasi-sage peak realms, with comparable strength, and even Immortal Yang Mei is a bit stronger.

"The melee between the three clans is now coming to an end. I was spying on the secrets, but I saw evil spirits emerging, and I am afraid that something will happen." Hong Jun said worriedly.

The melee between the three clans should have nothing to do with Hongjun, but in order to prove the way of heaven and find a way to become holy, he has always been extremely concerned about the situation in Honghuang.

At the time when the beasts were outnumbered, the Beast King was born, breaking the existing pattern of the prehistoric world, and Hongjun couldn't help but make a move.

This time, he saw a glimmer of misfortune again.

If there is a change, it will affect the way of heaven, and it will also hinder his practice.

"Changes? What else can happen to Honghuang now?" Daxian Yangmei asked back, their strength is already at the top of Honghuang.

Hongjun shook his head: "I don't know, but the accident occurred in the west, and it may have something to do with Luohou."

"Devil God Luohou? He was severely injured in the last battle, and he couldn't make waves." Immortal Yang Mei said without fear.

The last time the beast was robbed, Luo Hou and Hongjun faced the Beast Emperor and killed him together. Luo Hou also suffered heavy injuries, and was immediately sealed by Hongjun.

After all, he is a demon god, and Hongjun was afraid that it would affect the whole prehistoric world, so he had no choice but to do so.

Regarding the words of Great Immortal Yang Mei, Hongjun did not object, nor did he agree.