Chapter 1872 The Embarrassed Luo Hou

Suddenly, the East China Sea was filled with the sound of dragon roars.

Zhang Qian could see clearly that the male Blood Sea Shuras were fine, as they were naturally madly fighting with the Dragon Clan, but the female Shuras were different, especially the Asura maidens.

Every time an Asura goddess's eyes moved, a dragon would be bewitched, and would prostrate itself at their feet with red eyes, to be used by them.

The nature of the dragon clan was exploited by Ashura Goddess. Soon after, countless dragons were controlled by Ashura Goddess and turned around to attack the East China Sea dragon clan.

The East China Sea became a mess, the Ancestral Dragon was filled with murderous intent, and the dragon clans of the four seas were dragged into the catastrophe by the Styx today, and it would be difficult for them to escape.

Thinking of what happened to him during the last calamity, Zulong's hatred for the Styx increased dramatically, and he wished he could strangle the Styx to death.

But he was unable to destroy the ancestor of the Styx. The Styx, which had long ago refined the sea of ​​blood, was immortal. As long as the sea of ​​blood dried up, he would not die. He was exactly the same as the Ancestral Dragon who controlled the power of the four seas.

The Ancestral Dragon is immortal as the four seas never dry up, while the Styx is immortal as the sea of ​​blood never dries up.

One is the Four Seas, the other is the Sea of ​​Blood, both are vast and infinite places, the original power contained in them is inexhaustible.

The battle between the two immortal beings is destined to be a protracted war, and neither can destroy the other.

That is why, although Minghe soon fell into a disadvantage, he did not retreat at all. After all, he could not die and kept fighting with Zulong, which made Zulong so angry that he roared repeatedly.

After the witch clan, which failed in its attack on the sky, returned to the Buzhou Mountain, the twelve ancestor witches gathered at the Pangu Temple. Soon they recovered all their strength and had the capital to condense Pangu's true form.

However, facing Gonggong's threat to destroy the sky again, Houtu did not agree. Although Pangu's true form was powerful, he was first defeated by Zhang Qian and then by Hongjun. This made Houtu calm down and realize that the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation was not invincible.

"I was wrong before. I thought that we could sweep across the prehistoric world by joining forces with Luohou. I didn't expect that there were many hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the prehistoric world, and the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation alone could not make us invincible. In the current prehistoric world, my Wu clan is in control of the initiative. We have nearly 10 trillion clansmen, and we have the trump card of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation in our hands. Why should we rush?"

Hou Tu's eyes flashed with a cunning, "In terms of power alone, my Wu clan is already the best in the prehistoric world, and our foundation is also unique in the prehistoric world. In this case, no matter how the catastrophe evolves, my clan always has the initiative. Why not let the demons and immortals fight to the death first? No matter what, no one dares to invade my Wu clan's territory. Next, we just need to continue to cultivate our clansmen, absorb the legacy of the father god in the Buzhou Divine Mountain, and improve our own strength. As one gains, the other loses. Maybe in the end, when most of the immortals and gods in the catastrophe are dead, my Wu clan will be able to dominate the prehistoric world without any action!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the other ancestor witches also reacted. After thinking about it carefully, they realized that it was indeed the case. Before, they had all been aroused by greed because of Luohou, and wanted to achieve success in one fell swoop and sweep away all the tribes in the prehistoric world.

Now that I have failed, I think again, why should I worry? Even if I don't take action, relying on the Pangu Temple and Buzhou Mountain, as long as I can create more and more tribesmen and constantly improve my strength, who can be my opponent in the end?
Through Qiangyi and Zhurong, Zhang Qian saw the reaction of the Wu clan and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Hou Tu is indeed not a fool. If the Wu Clan really does what she says, as time goes by, they are destined to rule the world and no one can defeat them!"

Who allowed the Wu Clan to continuously create its own people through the Pangu Temple?
The legacy of Pangu in Mount Buzhou is so profound that it is enough to create an endless clan of witches. Moreover, except for Zhang Qian, there is no other force in the entire prehistoric world that has the strength to attack the witch clan.

The Wu Clan really does not need to rush. As long as they develop step by step, they are destined to sweep across the prehistoric world. This is the legacy Pangu left them, which outsiders cannot take away or interfere with.

“Even if I try my best, I still don’t have the ability to completely destroy the Wu Clan. The legacy Pangu left to the Wu Clan is too huge, so huge that it makes people despair!”

Zhang Qian thought carefully and knew that even if he tried his best, he could not completely destroy the Witch Clan. No one could do it.

Even if Hongjun became a saint, or even became one with the Heavenly Dao and achieved the Heavenly Dao realm, he would not be able to completely destroy the Wu clan.

Not to mention anything else, the Pangu Temple is indestructible. Not to mention a saint, even a strong person in the Heavenly Dao realm cannot damage it. With this trump card in hand, it is enough to ensure the eternal continuation of the Witch Clan.

Pangu must have made many arrangements for his descendants. The Pangu Temple is extremely mysterious. Even if Zhang Qian controls the two ancestor witches Qiangyi and Zhurong, he cannot understand all the secrets of the Pangu Temple.

"That's fine. No matter which power in the prehistoric world rises and falls, it doesn't really matter. I'm not following the path of Hongjun. The Zhongji World is my foundation." Zhang Qian sighed for a while about Hou Tu's decision, and then he no longer thought about it.

"Hmm? That's Luo Hou's aura!"

At this moment, he suddenly sensed a breath belonging to Luohu from near a black hole passage hidden in the dark.

During this period of time, he has been staring at the black hole passages scattered throughout the prehistoric world. When Luohou rushes into the Nine Netherworld, he will definitely encounter the will of the transcendent strong man in the indestructible thought. It is still unknown what the outcome will be.

Sensing the presence of Luohou, Zhang Qian's heart moved, and he pointed a finger, and a water mirror appeared in front of him. In the water mirror was an inconspicuous fairy mountain. Deep in a valley in this fairy mountain, the void shook slightly, and a clear black hole passage emerged.

As the black hole emerged, wisps of dark demonic energy floated out from it, and surging demonic intent lingered, which was the supreme demonic intent unique to Luohu.

A dark and inky magic light suddenly rushed out from the black hole.

The magic light was swaying, giving people a feeling that it would fall from the sky at any time.

"Rahu!"

Looking at the magic light, through the water mirror that could see through walls, Zhang Qian could clearly see Luohou's shadowy figure swaying in the magic light. He seemed to be seriously injured, and even controlling the magic light became difficult for him.

"It seems that they suffered a great loss in the Nine Netherworld. Could it be that the wills of those transcendent and powerful beings in the Wanwuyi Indestructible Thought took action personally?"

hum!
With a wave of his hand, the door to the world opened, and Zhang Qian's figure flashed and appeared not far from the black hole passage where Luohou rushed out.

"who!"

Sensing the fluctuations in the void, Luohu immediately let out a low cry and turned around to be on guard.

The world-destroying fire lotus hovered above his head, dropping billions of black and red petals.

"Rahu, you don't look well!"

Zhang Qian did not hide his tracks, and the vibration caused by opening the door to the world could not be hidden from Luohou at all.

"It's you!"

Seeing Zhang Qian, Luohou became even more alert.

"You knew it a long time ago, right?"

The next moment, Luohou reacted and thought about how he and Zhang Qian had chased Hongjun together, but Zhang Qian stopped in front of the black hole passage. It was obvious that the other party had known something for a long time, but he was the only one who was kept in the dark. He rushed in and almost died in the Nine Netherworld.

"Know what? This trip to the Netherworld should have taught you a lot of secrets, such as the holy altar in the Netherworld!"

"Hehehe, you really knew it a long time ago. Zhang Qian, what are you and Hongjun planning?"

Luo Hou stared at Zhang Qian and asked in a hoarse voice.

(End of this chapter)