Chapter 7 The Three Clans of Dragons and Phoenix

The time is long, and it has been ten thousand years since the flood. The innate gods of Honghuang also came out of the mountain one after another, or joined the three clans of dragons and phoenix unicorns, or opened a mansion. Luohu, the demon ancestor, appeared and provoked the contradictions of the three tribes of Honghuang everywhere. In addition to the lack of caves and blessings, the whole Honghuang was full of bloody battlefields, and the evil spirit rolled between heaven and earth. Even if there was a Taoist cultivation, he was confused by this and went down the mountain one after another. At this point, the flooded continent is in chaos, and the first disaster is coming.

On Yujing Mountain.

Zhang Han was practicing. Suddenly, Hongjun's voice sounded in his mind, "I've always seen me." When Zhang Han heard this, he quickly got up and went forward.

Zhang Han found that Hongjun's cultivation was more profound, and he couldn't help admiring himself that he was worthy of being the chosen one.

"If you see the disciple, what's wrong with the disciple called by the master?" Zhang Han asked Hongjun doubtfully.

Hongjun looked at Zhang Han's cultivation, nodded with satisfaction, and then said, "Now that the disaster is coming, your cultivation has also reached a bottleneck. Let's go out with the teacher!"

As soon as Zhang Han heard Hongjun's words, he said it all, so let's go! Anyway, it was boring, so he followed Hongjun down the mountain.

On the second day, Zhang Han followed Hongjun out of Yujing Mountain.

Along the way, I only saw disputes everywhere. Zhang Han also asked Hongjun if he had a purpose, but he was sent away by Hongjun's words.

On the way, when he encounters something that doesn't have a long eye, Hongjun will be solved by Zhang Han. Zhang Han's current cultivation is the ultimate of Daluo Jinxian. There are only a few people who can leave him in the flood and famine, so although there are small episodes along the way, it is not a big deal.

It has been thousands of years since then. At this time, there was constant evil spirit between heaven and earth. The people of the three clans began to fight when they saw it. They could no longer stop the killing, and the amount of robbery could no longer be stopped.

Bzhou shan, Zu Long, Feng Tian and Mo Yun gathered together with hundreds of billions of people.

"Zulong, today is your doomsday." After a long silence, Mo Yun took the lead.

"Well, don't talk big. I'll crush you to death like crushing ants," Zu Long looked at Mo Yun and said disdainfully.

"You..."

Although Mo Yun was very angry when he heard Zu Long's words, he knew that Zu Long was telling the truth. Because the three clans have dominated the flood and famine for a long time, the three clans have deepened their luck have made rapid progress in cultivation. His Zulong is the late stage of quasi-saint, and he and Fengtian are only in the middle period of quasi-sage, and they are not opponents of Zulong alone.

"Okay, don't say that these are useless. Let's see the real chapter! Today, let's decide who is the king of the flood!" Feng Tian, who had been silent for a long time, finally said.

"Huh, come on, Erlang, kill!" Zu Long listened to Feng Tian's words and took the lead in launching an attack.

For a while, the three clans fought in the dark, and the whole land seemed to be dyed red by the blood of the three clans.

A thousand years later, the three major ethnic groups in the world have fought in an all-round way. After countless years of accumulation, more than dozens of people in the three major ethnic groups have broken through to the preliminary level of quasi-holy. The birth of quasi-saints has dragged all the practitioners of the three major ethnic groups into the battlefield. The quasi-saint divine power can easily destroy hundreds of millions of monks. The expansion of the battlefield has killed and injured more than one trillion middle and low-level monks on both sides in just a few hundred years, and lost several quasi-saints in high-end battles!

Now the three ethnic groups have made a real fire. In addition, the disaster of heaven and earth has deepened the boundless karma of the three ethnic groups. All three parties have fallen into madness. Unconsciously, the three ethnic groups have almost half of them have been killed or injured, and nearly 30% of their high-end combat power has also been lost. When the leader of the three clans saw this situation, he also found that it was not right. If it went on like this, the three clans would only lose both sides and die together in the flood.

Unfortunately, now that the disaster is coming, it is impossible for the three clans to stop. As a last resort, the patriarch of the three clans had to suppress all their money, hoping to be the final winner. There is no sympathy, only continuous fighting! In order to live, for the sake of the race, we can only keep fighting!

Now it has reached the end of the war. Millions of soldiers disappear from heaven and earth every second on the battlefield, but now no one cares. Some are just killing and destroying the enemy. At this moment, it is not for hatred, but a simple battle, sprinkling their blood.

Everything is just for race.

'Ying!——'

The earth suddenly paused for a moment, and a huge dragon roar came from the direction of the dragon army. There was a thick wind and sand between heaven and earth. After the wind and sand, hundreds of thousands of huge dragon figures gradually appeared in the sight of the soldiers of the Feng and Kirin. The horrible dragon breath floated to the coalition of the Feng and Kirin with the wind. As the three races between heaven and earth, this is the Zulong, the strongest of the dragon clan.

At the moment when Zu Long appeared, the sound of phoenix and the roar of Kirin suddenly came from the army of Feng and Kirin. Tianfeng and Mo Yun saw Zu Long's action, and they also came to the front line one after another. The three races fought and entered the decisive battle.

Zu Long, Tian Feng and Mo Yun stood above the battlefield and looked at the original hundreds of billions of people, but now there are only 20% left. The team leaders of the three clans are red-eyed. This is all their own money. Now there is only a little left. This is a great damage to vitality. Few Yuanhui can't recover.

Seeing their team leader appear on the battlefield, the three ethnic groups also realized that a decisive battle was coming. The chaotic scenes on the battlefield slowly became neat and slowly returned to their respective races.

Seeing that all the warriors in their own clan have returned, the three of them stood in a triangle. Zu Long said, "Now it's time for us to play. Now no matter who is right and who is wrong, this game must be fought. Let me see the power of you two."

"Well, Zulong, don't talk nonsense. If you want to fight, you can fight. I'll accompany you." Mo Yun snorted.

Tianfeng stood by and looked at Zu Long without saying anything. He obviously agreed with Mo Yun's words.

"Okay, let's fight." After Zu Long said, he flew out and bombarded Tianfeng and Mo Yun with strong strength in his hand. Mo Yun looked at Zulong's destructive power, and there was also a trace of solemnity on his face, condensing his strength to meet Zulong.

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