Prehistoric: From Witch Soldiers to Hunyuan Wuji Luoxian

Chapter 72 Wu Yang Became the Biggest Beneficiary

The ancestor Hongjun was suppressed by the demon ancestor Luohu, but the Qilin clan chased the demon clan to fight.

It is obviously impossible for Luo Hu to take down Patriarch Hongjun for a while. Seeing that his subordinates were killed, he had no choice but to retreat temporarily.

"Old man Hongjun, you dare to ruin my good deeds this time, and you will definitely repay me twice in the future!"

Demon Ancestor Luohu opened his mouth coldly, and his figure disappeared in an instant, landing in front of the demon army, and then shot out a cold light, strangling countless Qilin monks.

Ancestor Hongjun didn't stop him, and let Demon Ancestor Luohu leave.

"Luo Hu, sooner or later there will be a battle between you and me, and then it will be time for a showdown!"

Ancestor Hongjun knew his own destiny very well, and the battle between the demons and dao in the future would be the time when he and Luo Hu would share life and death.

Whether the devil is one foot high or the Tao is one foot high, we will know when the time comes.

When Shi Qilin saw the demon ancestor Luohu coming to kill him, he stopped tactfully and led the tribal son back, not daring to continue chasing and killing him.

"Humph!"

Demon Ancestor Luohu didn't say much. With Ancestor Hongjun here today, it is impossible for him to complete the plan, so he can only look for another opportunity.

With a big wave of his hand, Luo Hu led countless members of the Demon Race back.

This battle started suddenly, and ended very suddenly. The two sides had not yet decided the winner, and Luo Hu had already left Buzhou Mountain with the army.

The witch clan did not relax their vigilance. The twelve ancestor witches gathered together and waited for it. They saw the strength of the ancestor Hongjun, and now the ancestor Hongjun was obviously on the side of the Qilin clan.

The disagreement between the witch clan and the Qilin clan is exactly what the ancestor witches are worried about.

Wu Yang looked at the nervous ancestral witches, he smiled helplessly, but he didn't care.

Ancestor Hongjun has not yet become a saint, so it is impossible for him to attack the Wu Clan.

The Wu Clan was born inheriting the legacy of Pangu, and with the character of patriarch Hongjun cherishing feathers, he would not easily deal with the Wu Clan.

"Thank you fellow daoist for saving your life, and invite you to sit in my Qilin clan!"

Shi Qilin sincerely thanked him. If Patriarch Hongjun didn't take action this time, not only would he be killed, but even the huge Qilin clan might be wiped out together.

Ancestor Hongjun was not too polite, he glanced at the Wu Clan people, and walked into the clan land together with Shi Qilin.

The Qilin tribe retreated, but Wu Yang was not idle at this time, the blood gourd in his hand was "fully fired", and he quickly collected strands of blood into the gourd. At the same time, he focused on collecting the corpses of those strong men .

Some Golden Immortals and Taiyi Golden Immortals who died in the battles of the Demon and Qilin tribes are the focus of Wu Yang's collection.

"Damn it, this Wu Yang!"

The blood centipede has been paying attention to Wu Yang, but unfortunately, the other party has no intention of coming out. Even if he collects blood and corpses, Wu Yang stays in the tribe to collect.

Since offending Patriarch Styx last time, Wu Yang has become much more cautious.

As a time traveler, Wu Yang is very aware of the character of Patriarch Styx who must retaliate, which is why he dare not be careless.

Wu Yang has been collecting essence and blood since the beginning of the war, and after such a long time, the treasure gourd has gradually filled up.

"Hongjun went to the Qilin clan. Don't be careless about this matter. If Hongjun and Shi Qilin join hands to deal with our Wu clan, we brothers have to fight together to have a chance of winning."

Emperor Jiang Zuwu was obviously very afraid of Hongjun Daozu. Although Hongjun Daozu was suppressed and beaten by Demon Ancestor Luohu in the previous battle, he had already proved his strength.

At least in Dijiang Zuwu's view, they are not the opponents of Hongjun's ancestor.

"Brother, don't worry, if Hongjun wants to deal with our Wu clan, he must step on our brothers."

Zhu Rong Zuwu said in a deep voice, their brothers are not soft persimmons, even if the most powerful opponent comes, the Zuwu will not back down easily.

Wu Yang saw the worried look of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. He filled the gourd with the blood of good fortune, and returned to the stone hall on his own.

A few days later, Patriarch Hongjun left the Qilin Tribe. Just as Wu Yang guessed, Patriarch Hongjun had no interest in taking action against the Wu Clan at all.

[Rebirth in the 150th and 1000th year of the Great Desolation, the Demon Race and the Qilin Race fought against Buzhou Mountain, Hongjun and Luohu fought, countless creatures were killed and injured in the Great Desolation, and you managed to escape the disaster in the tribe and get a survival reward: basic cultivation base +1000 Years, basic witch doctor secret medicine refining proficiency + 1000 points, basic witch treasure refining proficiency + 1 points, basic lottery draw + [-] time. 】

Wu Yang looked at the series of reminder texts that appeared in front of him, and he suddenly became happy.

This time, the rewards not only include cultivation, but also the witch doctor's secret medicine and witch treasure forging proficiency that he needs most, and there are precious basic lottery draws.

"There are a lot of rewards. It seems that the more intense and dangerous the battle, the more rewards I will get."

Wu Yang smiled happily, this time he not only collected enough blood essence, but also got so many rewards, he is really one of the biggest beneficiaries.

"Let's see what effect this basic lottery draw has."

Wu Yang was looking forward to it, he crossed his legs and began to operate.

When the number of basic lottery draws was consumed, Wu Yang's consciousness came to a mysterious space, and there were dazzling balls of light floating around him.

Wu Yang penetrated the power of the primordial spirit into it, and immediately saw the existence inside clearly.

"This is the ultimate innate spirit treasure, the Central Wuji Xinghuang Banner!"

Under the glance of Wu Yang's primordial spirit, in that ball of light emitting yellow light is this top-grade innate spirit treasure.

The Central Wuji Xinghuang Banner is one of the innate five-party flags. When the flag is unfolded, there will be thousands of golden lotuses.

If you can collect all the five flags of heaven and earth, then the power is comparable to an innate treasure.

Wu Yang looked at a three-color light group on the side again, and saw that the light inside was rippling and colorful, and a drop of divine water was suspended in it.

"This is Sanguang Shenshui? Known as the number one holy water in the wild?"

What Wu Yang Yuanshen glanced at was the number one holy water in the prehistoric world, the Sanguang Divine Water.

This kind of holy water can revive human flesh and bones, and is of great help to monks' spirituality and physical practice. It is rumored that it takes 1 years for the entire prehistoric world to condense a single drop.

Every treasure in the light group excited Wu Yang, and he looked at a few more in a row, all of which could be called rare treasures.

"Start drawing!"

Wu Yang didn't check them one by one anymore, he wanted to have every one of so many rewards, but it was a pity that the result of the lottery could only be one.

As Wu Yang's divine thoughts rotated, those light spheres all fled rapidly in this space.

As long as Wu Yang aimed at a light ball and successfully captured it, it was a successful extraction.

After understanding all the rules, Wu Yang checked again with the power of Yuanshen, trying to see clearly which reward is more suitable for him.

It's a pity that most of these light spheres are similar in shape, and in addition to their extremely fast speed, it is completely impossible to see clearly with the power of the primordial spirit.

Seeing that there was no trick, Wu Yang no longer hesitated, and directly grabbed it.

(End of this chapter)