Prehistoric Egg Hatch Manual [Prehistoric Gods]

Zhu Rong was very familiar with the figure in front of him, because this person was exactly the one they were going to plot against this time, Luo Hu.

Seeing Luo Hu's expressionless face, Zhu Rong's heart tightened, and he almost sat down on the ground.

"Luo, fellow Daoist Luo Hu, I didn't expect to meet you here. What a coincidence..." Zhu Rong greeted with a guilty conscience.

Luo Hu stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Zhu Rong from a high position: "What a coincidence? I thought you were waiting for me here specially!"

Zhu Rong smirked a few times with a "hehe" and didn't dare to speak any more. He secretly looked at his elder brother Dijiang for help.

Seeing that Zhu Rong's aura was weakening a little bit, Di Jiang stood up from the side, moved closer, and raised his voice and said, "It's really a coincidence that I can meet fellow Taoist Luo Hu here, but it's also just right. Our group of brothers happens to have something to ask fellow daoists for help!"

When Di Jiang said this, he winked at the brothers next to him and said hello, and the remaining ancestral witches got the elder brother's instructions, and they gathered around calmly.

Seeing this group of ancestral witches, Luo Hu was not afraid at all, and said with a sneer, "Oh? I didn't expect that there are so many friends and brothers, and there are places where I, Luo Hu, can help?"

Di Jiang only felt that Luo Hu's words were mocking him for bullying others because of his numbers. He became a little annoyed, and pouted his neck and said, "Actually, it's not a big deal. I just heard that Fellow Daoist Luo Hu got a burst of primordial purple energy a few days ago. , I don’t know if it can be taken out to open our brothers’ eyes?”

Luo Hu snorted, and said disdainfully: "Didn't the Taoist ancestor show it to everyone to see when he preached? What's more, your witch clan doesn't cultivate the primordial spirit, and now you haven't even killed a corpse. , It’s a waste to look at the majestic purple energy.”

Luo Hu's words were a bit harsh, and the eleven ancestor witches present all heard the contempt in his words, and they were immediately ashamed and annoyed, all of them were waiting for Luo Hu with vicious eyes, wishing to beat him up immediately.

Dijiang was angry and asked angrily, "You! What do you mean by that?"

Luo Hu raised his eyebrows: "I've said this so clearly, don't you understand? I mean, if you want to see the majestic purple energy, you, you, are not worthy."

Luo Hu said the rest, every word and every word, in a contemptuous tone, which made the faces of the eleven ancestors and witches present all colored with anger.Even the eleven kinds of power they possessed around them became a little unstable, and the hill they were on suddenly became a strange little world by itself.

"Do it!" Di Jiang gritted his teeth angrily, and without further ado, he ordered his brothers to move their hands at Luo Hu.

Luo Hu didn't take them seriously at all, and slowly took out one of his magic weapons, the twelfth-grade black lotus, and began to fight with the eleven ancestor witches.

Originally, Dijiang and the others thought that no matter how powerful Luo Hu was, he was only a quasi-sage. Even if they had so many brothers, they could not fight alone, but they have a large number of people, and they must have a sure chance of winning.

Even the Jinwu brothers, who had a bad reputation all over the prehistoric world, are only evenly matched compared to their twelve ancestor witches. Could it be that Luo Hu is still more powerful than Dijun Taiyi combined?

However, in the real fight, Dijiang and the others discovered that not only was Luo Hu really stronger than Dijun Taiyi combined, but he was also much stronger!

"You... are you really just a quasi-sage?" Di Jiang, who was easily trapped by Luo Hu's twelfth-rank Black Lotus, looked at Luo Hu in disbelief and asked.

Luo Hu blinked, and seemed to take it for granted, "That's right, if I become a saint, would I not be dissatisfied with the prehistoric world?"

It's just that he, a quasi-sage, has a slight chance of winning against Shang Hongjun's half-sage disciples who have become saints.

But there's no need for the unimportant people next to this kind of thing to know.

Holding the already shrunken black lotus in his hand, Luo Hu looked at the eleven ancestral witches who were trapped inside and couldn't escape, and said with a smile: "You say you are so courageous, what should I do with you? By the way , I heard that all of you Wu Clan are physically strong and cannot easily hurt you, why don't you let you take a bath in the black water?"

The notoriety of the black water is known to everyone in Honghuang. It is full of poison and resentment, even the ghost blood sea can't compare.If an ordinary monk accidentally fell into it, there would be no bones left and no soul left.

All saints are unable to resist the black water's poisonous erosion. If Luo Hu hadn't been protected by Hongjun's magic weapon back then, he might have died in it long ago.

So when the eleven ancestral witches in the black lotus heard this, they were almost scared out of their wits.Even though their physiques are strong, they cannot withstand the erosion of the black water. At most, they die a little slower than ordinary monks.

But their witch clan has always been very high-spirited, especially the twelve ancestor witches all claim to be the incarnation of Pangu, and there are not many of them in the whole prehistoric world, so even if they are afraid in their hearts, they just hold on and don't want to ask for help. Rahu lowered his head.

Luo Hu saw them gritted their teeth and persisted despite their ashen faces, and felt a little interesting, so he said, "If you give in to me, maybe I will let you spend less time in the black water."

Di Jiang looked deathly at home, staring at his eyes and said: "For a heretic like you, even if we die in the black water, we will not bow to you."

There is no right or wrong way in today's prehistoric times, it's just that Luo Hu took the path of proving the way by killing, which is the only one in the prehistoric times.In fact, those cultivators who kill people for treasures and vendettas kill people no less than him, but everyone is afraid of him, so they are a little gossip and beat him as an evil heretic.

Luo Hu sneered, didn't say much, took the black lotus and flew to the side of the black water.

In fact, Di Jiang said that he was not afraid of death, but he was thinking that there was still a younger sister, Houtu, and when they found a chance to send a letter to Houtu, when Houtu came, their twelve ancestors and witches gathered together and set up the twelve capitals of the gods. Great formation, even a saint is not afraid.

However, what they could think of, how could Luo Hu be negligent?As early as when they were first captured, Luo Hu covered up the secret, unless a sage came to help, otherwise they would definitely not be able to spread the letter.

At the edge of the black water, Rahu cast a spell to restrain the eleven ancestor witches, and then took them out of the black lotus one by one and threw them into the black water.

When the eleven people were thrown away, Luo Hu clapped his hands.The old god leaned on a big rock beside the black water, admiring the pain of the eleven ancestor witches in the black water.

These ancestral witches could still grit their teeth and hold on at first, but as time went by, they couldn't move, and could only bear the corrosion of their bodies by the black water.

In the end, the ancestral witches began to groan in a low voice one by one, until finally, Di Jiang, who had resisted the longest, couldn't bear it anymore.

At this time, some ancestor witch who couldn't bear it began to beg Luo Hu in a low voice, but was stopped by Di Jiang: "Shut up, you are still idle, isn't it shameful enough for my witch clan?"

It's just that although Di Jiang has always said one thing among his brothers, now he is weak, and his words have no deterrent power at all.

At this time, Gong Gong, who usually talks the least, also began to complain: "I said that Luo Hu should not be provoked, and I don't know who insisted on saying that he is easy to deal with."

There is nothing wrong with Gong Gong's words, but the ten brothers other than him, including Di Jiang, all agreed with Zhu Rong's words before.Although he said this because he wanted to complain about Zhu Rong, in fact, he killed all his brothers.

These ancestral witches complained and quarreled in the black water, but Luo Hu watched blankly on the shore, not saying a word, just pretending not to hear.

When he was seriously injured and thrown into the black water, the pain he suffered was only deeper than these ancestor witches, so the scene in front of him couldn't move him at all.

It wasn't until the eleven ancestral witches passed out one by one, and there was no intact part of their bodies, that Luo Hu threw out the black lotus with a cold face and scooped them all up.

Now Tiandao is watching from above, and these twelve ancestral witches are the important flags of Tiandao right now, so it's fine for him to toss them, what will happen to them...

Heh, I still don't have the ability to compete with the Heavenly Dao.

Luo Hu laughed wryly at himself, and returned to Mount Sumeru with the black lotus filled with eleven ancestral witches.

Back at Mount Sumeru, Luohu threw the eleven ancestral witches to Jidu, and said with a trace of fatigue, "Tell me to take these guests down and treat them well, and then throw them back to Mount Buzhou!"

As Luo Hu's evil corpse, Ji Du's calculations are not as good as his body's, but those evil tastes that torment people are an upgraded version of his body. If these ancestor witches are handed over to him, they may suffer.

"Remember, don't really make trouble." Luo Hu was worried, and warned again.

"Don't worry, I'm sensible." Ji Du agreed quickly, but if any ancestor witch woke up and saw the weird smile on his face at this time, he might faint from fright again.

After sending Jidu away, Luo Hu took the majestic purple energy and thought about it quietly.

Now everyone in Honghuang is staring at the masters of these majestic purple qi, and they are concerned about who is sanctified all day long, but Luo Hu knows that the next situation in Honghuang cannot be disturbed by these saints.

Now the witch clan is restless, and the so-called Heavenly Court has just been established on the Yaozu side, and with the encouragement brought by Nuwa's sanctification, it is even more imminent.Luo Hu had a premonition that this prehistoric situation might soon change.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously felt a sense of rejection for some reason, and what happened next always made him feel a little familiar.

Taking a deep breath, Luo Hu drove this strange emotion out of his mind, and then settled down. The next direction should be just an opportunity for him.

Luo Hu's thoughts gradually diverged, and he didn't realize that he had entered a mysterious realm, and he couldn't help but start to become enlightened.

Besides Luo Hu, the masters of the other two primordial purple qi also began to feel a sense of crisis.

The author has something to say:

The New Year's Eve in the past two days, I feel a bit too much, and finally resumed the update. In order to express my apologies, there will be irregular updates in the future. Please supervise me, little angels!

The next three chapters will randomly drop red envelopes, thank you little angels for your support all the time, okay~

感谢读者“蓝忘机”,灌溉营养液+3读者“宁清絮”,灌溉营养液+4读者“伊伊卡卡”,灌溉营养液+1读者“伊伊卡卡”,灌溉营养液+1读者“紫莺琉月”,灌溉营养液＋10

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