The whole prehistoric world knows that Mozu is getting a divorce

The matter that caused Kong Xuan and Zhunti to worry was unexpectedly passed in a calm situation. Afterwards, Hongjun did not settle the score with Kong Xuan, but said lightly: "Your master has been emotional these few days. Not good, you should come and see him more."

Kong Xuan went looking for Master with blank eyes.

Luo Hu sat by the window, looking at him displeasedly, "What are you doing here?"

Kong Xuan was wronged and thrown out by him.

What mood is not good to see the master, it is clear that he is to come here as a punching bag!

Rolling on the grass outside, Kong Xuan patted the ashes on the Chinese clothes, and went to find Garuda to go out to play.Now that he has cultivation base, he is not afraid of Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun anymore, how long will he wait if he doesn't come to play at this time!

Luo Hu and Hongjun were left on the top of the mountain for a while.

Luo Hu couldn't stay alone, so he got up and went out after a while, only to find that the willow tree was gone, and Yang Mei had also slipped away at some point.

"I don't know how to cultivate even if I lose my cultivation base." Luo Hu spurned Yang Mei, who was free and easy. Although ten thousand years of cultivation base is nothing in the eyes of old monsters like them, you can't rely on him to make up for it all!

Thinking of the six holy seats hanging in the air, Luo Hu fell into a state of depression again.

The way of heaven is so generous, when will the way of magic have six holy places?I don't know how many primordial purple energy was consumed when Pangu created the world.

Turning around, he saw Hongjun walking towards him.

The wind from the mountains happened to be blowing, and there was an endless stream of rustling sounds, as if passing through my heart, quiet and leisurely, like the life of a couple of gods and immortals.

As soon as Hongjun raised his hand, a jade plate appeared in his palm. The things placed on it made Luo Hu's eyes shine, and he approached without hesitation.Those shiny grapes were neatly stacked on the jade plate, like beautiful crystals.

Luo Hu was eating his favorite grapes, his eyes were as bright as the moon.

"Forgive you."

What cold war, what conflicts are dispersed.

With Luo Hu's advance notice, Yang Mei wasn't so stupid that he wouldn't come back for several years as soon as he went out. He just saw that the atmosphere in Sumeru Mountain was not very good, so he went out for a walk, went to Tanggu to see the Little Golden Crow, and then went to Buzhou Mountain Connect with ancestors and witches.

As a qualified undercover agent, he has extremely high professional ethics.

So when he came back with the news that "Changqin is becoming more and more like Tongtian", Luo Hu not only forgave him for running away, but also kept laughing and said: "That's true, isn't Zhu Rong suspected of wearing a cuckold? "

Yang Mei was also happy when he heard what he said, "Not yet, the main reason is that Prince Changqin stays in the Wu Clan all year round, and the Wu Clan people respect Zu Wu very much."

Luo Hu rolled his eyes, looking forward to a certain scene in the future, "When Changqin grows up, more people will know him."

The two laughed at each other blackly.

They won't tear Tongtian into the water, but it's okay to pour sewage on Zhu Rong. Anyway, Laozi and Yuanshi have recently regarded Tongtian very strictly and forbid him to go down the mountain. Few people outside know Tongtian's appearance.

Even those who guessed the truth probably could only mutter a few words in their stomachs.

Sanqing is not easy to offend.

After talking about the recent anecdotes about the prehistoric times, Luo Hu was bored again, kicked Yang Mei under the stone table, and Yang Mei bared his teeth, "What do you want to do?"

He doesn't have the same knowledge as a pregnant woman!

When Luo Hu talked to him about Jieyin and Zhunti's cultivation, if he knew what Yang Mei was thinking, he probably would have swung his palm over.Although he was pregnant, he absolutely didn't like others calling him pregnant.

His stomach is not a mortal body, but a mass of anger. If anyone dares to underestimate him, he can make the other party experience the cultivation level of the "sealed saint" in minutes.

Hongjun was used to the two of them whispering, in order to make up for the sacrifice made by Yang Mei's cultivation base, he made an increased version of the elixir for Yang Mei.

As soon as the elixir was refined, Hongjun handed it to Luo Hu.

Luo Hu picked it up and sniffed it in front of his nose, and he could smell the strongest smell.

Hey.

He gave the elixir to Yang Mei, "Although you won't be able to recover from ten thousand years of cultivation, this elixir can more or less make up for some of your losses."

Yang Mei had no doubts about this, and took the elixir impatiently.

As long as it wasn't Luo Hu's medicinal soup, he could take any pill, and he had heard that Hongjun often improved the pill so that the bitterness of the pill would be eliminated and the mouthful would be full of fragrance.

With such beautiful thoughts in mind, Yang Mei took the elixir——

In an instant, his face changed drastically.

"you you……"

While pointing at Hongjun angrily, Yang Mei heard a loud laugh from Luo Hu.Sweeping away the gloom of the past few days, the man in red smiled more beautifully than Xi He from the Moon Palace.

Suddenly he understood why Hongjun pitted him.

go to hell!

You two assholes!

Yang Mei lifted the table angrily, and scattered all the fruit plates on the table.Before Luo Hu beat him, he ran aside and turned into a willow tree, his defense soaring.

Blue veins burst out on Luohu's forehead, "You have guts!"

Believe it or not, I pulled your wicker and threw it on the sun star to burn it!

With a wave of Hongjun's sleeve, the overturned stone table floated up and returned to its original appearance. The fruit plate was also placed, but Luo Hu didn't want to touch these dusty things anymore.Luo Hu tilted his head to look at Hongjun, and suddenly said on a whim, "Smile."

Hongjun was stunned.

Afterwards, he smiled lightly, his eyes were peaceful, and he only looked at Luo Hu.

Being too forgetful is never ruthless.

Can afford it, can put it down, this is the way in Hongjun's heart.The only one who can make him think twice and consider again and again, and still choose to be together is Luo Hu.

Rahu looked at him.

There is a feeling of amazing years.

When we first met, I gave up the hostility and chose to form an alliance with Hongjun. Isn't that why...

"Hongjun, you can rely on your face to make a living, why should you rely on your cultivation?"

"Without cultivation, you will kick me out,"

"...you're talking nonsense and telling the truth."

Rahu rested his chin, refusing to admit that he was such an unreasonable person.After all, even if Hongjun has cultivation, when he offends him, he will still kick him out.

After meditating and cultivating Qi for so long, he has rarely been so irritable.

What a wonderful world.

A hundred years later, the bet worked out very well, and there were five monks who broke through to the peak of the Da Luo Jinxian in Mount Sumeru.Hongjun pinched his fingers and counted, adding God Jun, Taiyi, and Sanqing, unexpectedly met the requirement of ten people needed by Tiandao in advance.

And what surprised him was that Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi also retreated successively under the stimulation of Kong Xuan, breaking through the peak of Da Luo Jinxian.

Kong Xuan failed again.

Who made Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi accumulate a lot, and they are also spiritual treasures, breaking through the peak of Da Luo Jinxian is just a matter of course, without the stimulation of Kong Xuan, at most it will be a thousand years later.

In Honghuang, a thousand years is worthless at all.

On Mount Sumeru, Luo Hu said maliciously: "Next time, you can ask Kong Xuan to stimulate those guys more, so that they don't practice slowly and don't worry at all."

He was referring to Fuxi and Nuwa, and Patriarch Styx and the like.

Life is worry-free, spiritual treasure is not worrying, and the roots are high. These future great powers are probably forced to stay at home by the cruelty of the dragon and phoenix catastrophe. Over time, they each become kings of the house, and they don't care when they can break through Da Luo Jinxian peak.

"That's enough. Let the rest wait and see their own chances." Hongjun played chess with him in a good mood, and the white pieces landed on the board.

Luo Hu stared at the vertical and horizontal lines on the chessboard, his lips were a little dry.He licked the corner of his lips, as if he could taste the sweetness of killing, his eyes were ignited with flames of excitement.

It's about to start--

The pinnacle of the Lich Tribulation, the age of saints is coming.

One day, under the guidance of the mysterious secret, Nuwa saw that Fuxi had gone to the demon clan's heaven, and she was bored, so she walked out of the mansion in a moon-white dress.

In the prehistoric period, she met the two daughters Houtu and Xuanming. All three were first-class female cultivators in the prehistoric period, and they had heard each other's names for a long time.Cherishing each other, they became friends, looking for their stagnant way in the wild.

Although Nuwa belongs to the demon race, she has not joined the Heavenly Court and is not under the jurisdiction of Dijun and Taiyi.The other ancestral witches turned a blind eye to the friendship between the two younger sisters and her. Under such a gesture of favor, Nu Wa also strengthened her idea of ​​being alone.

My brother has his way of doing things, and she has her own.So she will not help the Yaozu fight for the luck of the world, nor will she help the Wuzu deal with the Yaozu.

Both Houtu and Xuanming were very pleased with her change, and understood that their friendship made the Yaozu Heavenly Court lose one powerful person to join.

As for Fuxi?

Houtu asked some of his brothers in private and told him not to hurt his life.

As long as Fuxi survives, it is impossible for Nuwa to hate the Wu Clan, and she is more likely to persuade Fuxi not to contribute at critical times because of her affection.

Nu Wa seemed to be ignorant of everything, and only chatted with them about the little things between female cultivators, but she really knew it, only she understood.The benefit she got from a chance friendship was that her brother became safe in the Yaozu.

Zuwu will not kill Fuxi unless it is in critical condition.

Nuwa lowered her head, stroked the best snow-colored animal skin in the Wu clan, and smiled softly, "Sister Houtu, this piece of skin is so beautiful, give it to me." There was no pity for the monster clan in her eyes, nor recognition of the witches.

The real prehistoric power has long cultivated a cold heart.A well-known old man like Hong Yun is a scarce commodity in the prehistoric world.

"Take it if you like it!"

Naturally, Houtu would not be stingy, seeing that Nuwa liked it, he took out some animal skins from his collection and let her choose.In terms of making friends, the Wu people have always been generous and generous, and never care about petty gains.

When Nuwa was visiting the Buzhou Mountain Clan, a child stumbled and ran out from the side, followed by a fire-breathing dragon chasing him.

Nu Wa looked suspiciously, and heard the cry of the child.

"Help!"

He threw himself into Houtu's arms, and made Houtu fall on his back with a smile.The child said aggrievedly: "Zhu Rong's father released the fire dragon he raised!"

Hou Tu poked his forehead, "He also hopes that you can exercise more."

This white and tender appearance doesn't look like a child of the Wu clan!

"Changqin." Xuan Ming also came over to comfort his fragile heart, "Playing the qin has no future, you have to become stronger to beat that fire dragon down, and our Wu Clan's cultivation methods are no weaker than those of the outside world. , as long as you practice step by step, you will definitely have a chance to beat your father up in the future."

Then he glared at Xuan Ming with a rustic smile, "What nonsense!"

The child showed a slight smile.

Hit dad, good idea!

Seeing the black-haired child's intimate appearance with the two sisters, Nu Wa blinked her beautiful eyes in surprise, and guessed the child's identity—the son of Zu Wu Zhurong, Prince Changqin.

After thinking about it, she took out an innate spiritual object suitable for making a musical instrument from her sleeve, and presented the prince Changqin as an elder.

"You are Changqin, right? Houtu and Xuanming have told me several times that you are indeed a child full of aura. Here, this is my meeting gift for you."

Nu Wa did what she liked, and immediately got the child's shining eyes.

Houtu urged: "Thank you, Senior Nuwa, soon."

Changqin reacted, bowed pretendingly, and said crisply: "Changqin likes it very much, thank you, Senior Nuwa."

Nuwa still remembered this innocent and clean voice of thanks until many years later.

can not forget.

There is no way to erase it from memory.