Chapter 28 The battle for the great road, who is willing to give it up?

"It seems that the changes caused by me have turned into some variables after all." Yuan Meng murmured.

This is the only possibility.

Because of my existence, some variables have occurred.

"But variables are variables after all." Yuan Meng couldn't help but think.

Soon, three terrifying auras permeated the prehistoric world again.

Countless visions emerged again.

Zulong, Yuanhuang, and Shi Qilin broke through at the same time.

Within one day, five sub-saints descended on the prehistoric world.

Western land.

Luohou, who had just broken through, was not happy for long. Three terrifying auras stood above the prehistoric world, which completely disappeared the joy of Luohou's breakthrough.

These three auras were from Zulong, Yuanhuang, and Shi Qilin.

Relatively speaking.

There were four sub-saints in Hongjun's camp, and there was only one Luohou on Luohou's side.

"But it's not without a chance." Luohou's eyes had a gleam of light. With the help of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, Luohou still had the strength to fight.

But there is no other way.

The only things Luohou can show off are the two perfect quasi-saints of Yin Yang and Five Elements. It is basically impossible for them to break through to the sub-saint realm.

There is not enough time.

The most important thing is that the Yin Yang Patriarch still has a demon in his heart. If he cannot break this demon, then the Yin Yang Patriarch will not be able to break through to the sub-saint realm.

"Then come on." Luohou's eyes were filled with a hint of cruelty.

A ray of light merged into the Western land, and the Zhuxian formation diagram was connected to the ancestral vein of the Western land.

Then four rays of light were scattered in the southeast, northwest, and northeast of the Western land, hidden under the Western land.

Time passed, and ten thousand years later.

Hongjun, Zulong, Yuanhuang, Shi Qilin, the four sub-saints stabilized their realms and led the army directly to the Western land.

On Luohou's side, the Yin Yang Patriarch and the Five Elements Patriarch led the army to fight.

The Qiankun Patriarch and Qingtian looked at the Yin Yang Patriarch and the Five Elements Patriarch with a hint of strangeness in their eyes.

They were originally from the Tiandao League, but now they are standing in the opposing camps.

"Kill!!!"

The Demon Cult army and the three tribes army began to fight fiercely.

Blood rushed to the sky.

Endless blood of immortals and demons flowed on the prehistoric land.

Countless unwillingness and resentment gathered and finally merged into the Demon Abyss.

"The war has begun." Yuan Meng opened his eyes and looked at the western land.

Endless immortals and demons were falling, and the weakest were all in the Golden Immortal realm.

"This may be the reason for the decline of the prehistoric land." Yuan Meng couldn't help but think.

Every time there is a catastrophe, countless lives have fallen.

Under the cycle, the decline of the prehistoric land is not a strange thing.

Whether it is the catastrophe of the fierce beast or the current Dragon Han catastrophe.

There are countless fallen lives. There may be weak ones among these lives, but the existence above the Golden Immortal, every one of them is called the ancestor in the future.

But it has to be said that it is a pity to fall in the catastrophe.

Then Yuan Meng closed his eyes.

The final battle has just begun.

The prehistoric world was covered with a layer of blood-red light.

All the creatures on the western land were affected by the catastrophe, and their minds were blinded by the catastrophe and they were blood-thirsty.

Endless blood of immortals and gods merged into the earth.

In a place where no one noticed, it was absorbed by the Zhuxian formation diagram.

The four swords of Zhuxian are also constantly absorbing the murderous aura, catastrophe aura, and evil aura in the catastrophe.

As more immortals and demons died, the more evil aura, catastrophe aura, and murderous aura Zhuxian sword formation absorbed, and it continued to become stronger. With the help of the power of the ancestral veins under the western land, it is not certain that Zhuxian sword formation cannot burst out with power beyond the sub-saint.

Hongjun didn't know all this yet.

"Yin Yang!!" The Qiankun Patriarch looked at the Yin Yang Patriarch. They were also old rivals.

They had been hostile before the Tiandao League was established.

After the establishment of the Tiandao League, the relationship eased a lot, but later because of the dissolution of the Tiandao League, they finally parted ways.

Now the two of them are facing each other again, which is also fate.

"Qian Kun." The Yin-Yang Patriarch looked at the Qian-Kun Patriarch with a gloomy look in his eyes.

There were no extra words between the two.

The Yin-Yang Qi covered the sky, turning into an endless Yin-Yang millstone that directly suppressed the Qian-Kun Patriarch.

The Qian-Kun Patriarch's eyes were disillusioned, and the infinite space emerged.

Layers of time and space alternated and intertwined in front of the Qian-Kun Patriarch, directly blocking the Yin-Yang millstone.

A golden bridge directly suppressed the Qian-Kun Patriarch, the innate treasure: the Tai Chi diagram!

"The Qian-Kun Cauldron of Creation, come out!!" The Qian-Kun Patriarch said in a deep voice.

An ancient large cauldron, blooming with the light of creation, directly suppressed the golden bridge.

"Fellow Yin-Yang Daoist, I'm here to help you!!" The voice of the Five Elements Patriarch sounded.

Five large flags waved their flags, stirring the prehistoric starry sky.

Five great worlds directly suppressed the Qian-Kun Patriarch.

"Heavenly punishment!!!" A cold voice sounded.

A ray of light of punishment that penetrated the heaven and earth directly wiped out the five great worlds, and then did not stop, directly bombarding the Five Elements Ancestor.

"Qingtian!!" Luohou's eyes were filled with anger. How could Luohou still not know that Qingtian had betrayed him?

But now Luohou did not have the energy to think about other things.

"Die, the more the better." Luo Hou looked at the flames of war on the western land, with boundless devilishness in his eyes.

The more lives that died, the higher the blessing for the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

This is also Luo Hou's last trump card.

If possible, Luo Hou wanted to immerse the Zhuxian Sword Formation directly in the Demon Abyss.

But that is impossible.

Let alone other things, whether Yuan Meng can agree is still a question.

Time passed.

One hundred thousand years later.

Countless lives fell on the western land.

Endless evil spirits were absorbed by the four swords of Zhuxian.

In the Demon Abyss.

Yuan Meng looked at the calm Demon Abyss with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Theoretically, with the outbreak of the war, the Demon Abyss should also riot, but now the abnormality of the Demon Abyss has attracted Yuan Meng's attention.

Then Yuan Meng transformed into Pangu Dao body, stepped out of the Demon Abyss, and appeared in the western land.

Yuan Meng's eyes were disillusioned.

Endless laws are intertwined in it.

Everything in the world is in Yuan Meng's eyes.

"So that's how it is." Yuan Meng watched the endless evil spirits, calamity spirits, resentment, etc. being absorbed by the four swords of Zhuxian.

And the four swords of Zhuxian became stronger and stronger.

"Good plan." Yuan Meng looked in the direction of Luohou.

Luohou still had such a trump card, Yuan Meng didn't expect it. He originally thought that the four swords of Zhuxian were Luohou's last trump card.

But unexpectedly, Luohou actually used evil spirits, calamity spirits, etc. to enhance the power of the four swords of Zhuxian.

And it also included the ancestral veins of the Western land.

Once the Zhuxian formation is laid.

It is not impossible to break the Zhuxian formation, but the key is that the four swords of Zhuxian are connected to the ancestral veins of the Western land.

Once the Zhuxian sword formation is broken, the ancestral veins of the Western land will also be damaged.

This karma is not something that ordinary people can bear.

However, Yuan Meng has no plans to take action now.

Instead, he sits and watches the wind and clouds. Now is not the time to take action.

Moreover, even if he took action, it would be a thankless task for Yuan Meng. Now Luo Hou is also a sub-saint, so he is not weak.

The four swords of Zhuxian in his hand have absorbed hundreds of thousands of years of calamity, evil spirit, and other things. It is no longer the original Zhuxian sword formation.

Even if Yuan Meng is now locked up in the Zhuxian sword formation alone, it is impossible to break it as easily as before. It will also cost a lot.

Yuan Meng sat cross-legged in the void.

In the long river of time, the four quasi-saints fought in it.

Hongjun, Yuanhuang, Zulong, and Shi Qilin are also ready to enter the field.

More than 100,000 years.

The entire Western Land has been in war.

Endless blood washed the Western Land, bringing vitality while also wiping out everything.

Every existence above the Golden Immortal, their flesh and blood can be said to be a rare great medicine in the world, full of endless vitality, but because of their own laws, it is also full of endless destruction.

"Here it comes." Yuan Meng, who was sitting cross-legged in the void, opened his eyes.

Endless divine aura emerged, interweaving endless Dao rules.

"Hongjun." Luohou stood on the sky in black clothes with a smile on his face.

Hongjun, Yuanhuang, Zulong, and Shi Qilin also stood on the sky and looked at Luohou.

"Daoyou Luohou, it's not too late to stop now." Hongjun said in a deep voice, and the infinite fairy light illuminated the entire western land.

"Stop?" Luohou laughed directly, as if he had heard a big joke.

"In the battle of the Great Dao, if it was you, would you stop?" Luohou's eyes showed boundless demonic nature, and the demonic cloud rolled and opposed the fairy light.

Hongjun remained silent. In the battle of the Great Dao, who is willing to take a step back?

Whether it was Luohou or Hongjun who did so much, was it just to take that step?

"Luo Hou, it's time to settle the accounts of our three tribes." Zulong stepped out and said to Luo Hou in a deep voice.

"Three tribes?" Luo Hou smiled.

To be honest, Luo Hou didn't take the three tribes seriously at all.

No matter from which angle, he had only one enemy, that was Hongjun.

As for what the three tribes were? I don't know.

"Who is willing to give up in the struggle for the Great Dao? Hongjun, don't make such a compassionate gesture, it really makes me sick." Luo Hou said with boundless devilishness in his eyes.

Between heaven and earth, endless evil spirits permeated and intertwined.

Red light intertwined, cutting off the long river of time.

Four Zhuxian four swords like pillars of heaven stood in the four directions of southeast, northwest and northeast of the western land.

Endless evil spirits intertwined, and the Dao emerged. Under the western land, a square formation diagram emerged.

"Not good!!" Hongjun had a gleam in his eyes.

The Jade Disc of Creation appeared above Hongjun's head, emitting a bright divine light, protecting Hongjun.

The Pangu Banner appeared in Hongjun's hand, and the flag fluttered in the cold wind.

"Zhu Xian Sword Formation, rise!!!" Luohou pinched the spell in his hand, and a twelfth-grade black magic lotus appeared under his feet.