The god-level tyrant of the prehistoric fantasy

Zhao Hao took Nüwa and hid himself in a certain fringe area of ​​the battlefield, watching the century war above his head while searching for spoils.

"That Taoist, put down the treasure in your hand." A sharp and abrupt voice sounded, which startled Nu Wa.

Zhao Hao paused for a moment, slowly raised his head, and followed the sound.

In the midst of the tangled grass, a lame bald old man emerged from the grass.

Looking at this bald old man in tattered clothes and limping on one foot, Zhao Hao couldn't react. In this era of dragon and phoenix calamity, is there such a unique appearance?

Except for the three Xiantian clans, the other beings who woke up and turned into human forms, all of them are existences of the level of great gods. Logically speaking, such existences can modify their appearance at will.

But the Taoist in front of him is lame and bald. With this appearance, I'm afraid he won't be able to find a second place in the whole prehistoric world.

"Which one is yours?" Zhao Hao asked while holding the uncut jade-shaped spirit treasure, looking at the thanked Taoist opposite.

"Poverty Taoist... Taoist Hongliu is also." The Taoist Xie Ding just said three words, then stopped suddenly, and then continued.

Zhao Hao looked at this Taoist who knew he was not a good person at a glance, and curled his lips. The ghost would believe that the name you said is true. Taoist Hongliu, I think it should be Taoist Hongjun.

Hey, this Hongjun old man is also true. He really worked hard to find treasures, and he turned into a lame old man with a bald head. With this professionalism, I am afraid that there is really no one else.

Look at this lame Taoist, his cultivation is only comparable to that of a quasi-sage beheading a corpse. I am afraid that this is not Hongjun's real deity, but his clone of a corpse beheading.

Whether the current Hongjun has reached the realm of beheading the three corpses is still unknown, but what is certain is that Hongjun's cultivation is absolutely impossible to surpass Zulong Fengzu and Linzu.

"I'll go, let my brother meet you, an old man here, and today, I'll use you to repay the interest." Looking at the lame old man, Zhao Hao showed a look of displeasure, with a sinister smile, ready to fight .

"You, what do you want to do? I can warn you, this is the battlefield of the three clans, if we alarm the powerhouses of the three clans, none of us will get any benefit." Seeing Zhao Hao walking towards him with a sneer, Hong Jun's clone took two steps back and warned Zhao Hao.

"I hit."

Zhao Hao doesn't care whether the three clans are strong or not, the chance to beat Hongjun, I'm afraid he won't encounter it again in this life.

Stepping on the way of heaven and hanging Hongjun, this is his biggest dream.

I don't think about it for the time being, but it seems that this dream can really be realized now.

The sixth layer of the Hongmeng Xuanhuang Immortal Body has monstrous combat power, especially in melee combat. Looking at the entire prehistoric world, even those witches can't do it.

Zhao Hao swung his fist and slammed it fiercely on the old face of Hongjun's avatar. It's a pity that after this old face was thick enough, Zhao Hao was a little disappointed that he didn't lose his appearance with this punch.

With a violent punch, Hongjun's avatar flew out, smashed deeply into a high mountain, and smashed the entire mountain into two pieces.

"You bastard." Hongjun, who was deeply trapped in the mountain, rushed out, waved his two fat hands, and rushed towards Zhao Hao with his teeth bared.

The Hongjun at this time was not the respected Daoist Hongjun in later generations. Now he is just a congenital creature with a little achievement in cultivation. Do less.

Seeing Hongjun's avatar rushing forward, Zhao Hao was not afraid at all, rolled up the sleeves of his Taoist robe, and went into battle shirtless.

At this moment, the two quasi-sages fought together, completely disregarding their appearance, the fight was bloody and miserable.

Zhao Hao's skin is thick and fleshy, and it's nothing, but Hongjun's corpse-cut clone was deflated, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen from the beating, and the top of the Xie was beaten into two big bags by Zhao Hao's fist. .

Looking at Hongjun's miserable appearance, Zhao Hao felt at ease in his heart.

"You lunatic, I don't want to play with you anymore, so I can go." Seeing that he couldn't beat Zhao Hao, Hongjun's avatar finally came to his senses. Go into that nothingness.

Seeing the figure disappearing into nothingness, Zhao Hao sighed in disappointment. After all, Hongjun's Taoism was unpredictable. In just an instant, he tore apart the void. It is not comparable to ordinary quasi-sages.

Above the sky, the four pinnacle quasi-sages fought for real fire, and the sky was full of dragon energy and phoenix fire. The terrifying coercion of heaven and earth swept across the entire sky, and even spread to tens of thousands of miles to the west.

All the creatures of the three races in this area, without the Daluojin Fairyland, were all killed by that coercion.

The corpses of giant dragons fell from the sky, the corpses of phoenixes were burning with flames, and fell to the ground, and the Qilin who stepped on the auspicious clouds was not spared.

The entire battlefield has become a Shura field.

And just below the Asura Field, no one noticed that the blood flowing out of the corpses of the powerhouses of the three clans after their fall penetrated the ground and flowed deep underground, where a huge magic circle was operating.

The blood of the strong men of the three races, as well as the overwhelming evil spirit and resentment gathered in this huge magic circle.

In this huge magic circle, a black figure floated up and down, if Zhao Hao were here, he would definitely be able to recognize it, this is the Demon Ancestor Luohu who had a relationship with him once.

As more and more blood and evil spirit poured in, Luo Hu's aura became stronger and stronger, and behind him, a terrifying phantom emerged, becoming more and more solid.

On the ground, Zhao Hao, who was hiding in the dark, looked in that direction.

"Is Luo Hu finally going to make a move!" Feeling the terrifying demonic energy, the corners of Zhao Hao's mouth rose, and then, he stretched out his hand, grabbed Nuwa's jade hand, and disappeared here with Nuwa.