Chapter 62: Primordial Blood Rain

  The vast and desolate land, with mountains and rivers rising and falling, stretching endlessly. Since Pangu's body fell and transformed into the heaven and earth, his muscles and bones turned into mountains and rivers, and the famous mountains and rivers of the Desolate Expanse, the grotto heavens and blessed lands, are countless. Some famous mountains have natural caves, with dense spiritual energy, often giving birth to the world's strongest. The mountains and rivers of this desolate land are often hundreds of millions of feet high, stretching for tens of millions of miles, containing countless treasures of heaven and earth. In the mountains, there are large and small living beings roaring and surging in the sea of clouds and mountain streams. In the endless mountain ranges, there are countless rare flowers and strange grasses, ancient trees and weird vines entwined.

  It turns out that this vast and beautiful world is so good, all of these blessings come from the great god Pangu. But now among the living, who can remember? Only remembering the benefits of the Heavenly Way, humph, the Heavenly Way is just hypocrisy.

  By a spiritual spring, a giant lion lies in wait, its ferocious head constantly swaying back and forth, opening its mouth to swallow the entire spiritual spring in one gulp.

  Luckily I'm clever and one step ahead of that old swindler, sending this wretched body out of the underworld, or else there would really be no escape.

  The nine-headed black lion was actually the recondensed consciousness of Luohu, who had swallowed the silent sky.

  Luoye was able to cultivate many spiritual powers related to the soul from the divine consciousness of this giant lion, and he had the idea of swallowing all living things in the world, gathering Pangu's original spirit, and refining Pangu's true body. He also created some methods for devouring the primordial spirits of other living beings.

  Actually, Luoyu didn't know that Pangu's primordial spirit had been taken away by the Heavenly Way at the time of the creation of heaven. Perhaps Pangu's body couldn't condense, but even if it could condense into Pangu's body, could it resist the Heavenly Way? Maybe Luoyu hadn't thought about it and didn't want to think about it. After all, one has to leave some room for imagination. Thinking too much can make people easily lose confidence, motivation, and even the courage to live.

  Perhaps this was what Luoyi had been waiting for. In the vast and chaotic world, all things must conform to the laws of heaven, but they would also slowly change the heavens.

  In the vast and chaotic world, all things are born from the Great Way, and their bodies contain information about the Great Way. Although this information is fragmented, when pieced together, it may not be inferior to the memories of any primordial gods or demons.

  Intelligent life also has re-creativity.

  This lazy giant lion raised its head and glanced at the sky, muttering to itself: "What a strong killing intent, I wonder if there's a fierce battle going on, that would be great. Having come to the Desolate World, it has eaten many desolate beasts, but those unenlightened things are of no use to me. It's such a hassle to refine and eliminate the miscellaneous memories within them. Alas, I still miss Huang Quan, that congenital strongman, who could obtain many great Dao memories."

  The black giant lion transformed into a cluster of black fog, rushing towards the place where the killing intent was concentrated. Luo Yu's heart moved, wondering if it was around Mount Buzhou, but in fact he had always wanted to go and mourn Mount Buzhou, where not only were there countless treasures that made one's mouth water, but also a thick aura of Pangu, which was the unyielding backbone of Pangu, supporting the entire heaven and earth.

  However, the Bu Zhou Mountain is the birthplace of the strong in the Primordial Chaos, and it is guarded by a powerful array that is the brush stroke of the Heavenly Way. In this Great Luo boundary, one careless move would result in annihilation.

  The towering mountains are tens of thousands of feet high, connecting the sky and the earth. Its grandeur is majestic and precipitous. The sea of clouds in the mountains is vast and boundless, with strange peaks and steep ridges as numerous as cow hair. Auspicious clouds envelop the valleys, with spiritual energy like water. Clusters of flowing clouds rise and fall with the wind, appearing harmonious and unparalleled, yet full of hidden dangers at every step.

  At the foot of Mount Bu Zhou, only a group of scaly armored beasts were seen confronting each other, with over 100,000 in number. The two tribes' armor was dense and severe, and the atmosphere of killing intent emanated from these people. At the forefront were the Dragon Tribe and the Qilin. Luo Hui's heart skipped a beat as he saw that there were actually four or five individuals at the Da Luo Golden Immortal realm among them. If his true body had come, he would not have been afraid. Now, he could only muddy the waters. He hastily retracted his spiritual energy and transformed into a double-headed golden lion, slowly making his way to the side of the beasts.

  A red-robed Taoist from the Qilin tribe shouted loudly: "Ao Ming, this pre-heavenly spiritual root has been guarded by my clan for tens of thousands of years. It is a treasure of our beast tribe, and you actually claim that it was discovered by your dragon tribe."

  A person walked out from the dragon tribe and shouted loudly: "My clan had been guarding with formation techniques tens of thousands of years ago, but was destroyed by some shameless people. How dare you still have the face to shout here? This is truly the ultimate shamelessness!"

  That red-faced Daoist saw that the other party was just a small kid in the Taiyi realm, and he dared to scold himself. He became furious and said: "Where did this wild mixed breed come from? Doesn't know life or death!" The young dragon clan member wanted to step forward, but was stopped by a majestic voice saying: "Ao Qu, come back!"

  Ao Qu bowed his head and retreated, saying: "Yes, Great Elder."

  Ao Qu Zheng was the one who discovered the Spiritual Root tens of thousands of years ago.

  At this time, Lu E was muttering in his heart, can reason be spoken here? Hurry up and fight, do I still need my old ancestor to help you?

  Nao Ming elder said to the red-faced Daoist: "This Honghuang spiritual root grows in this vast wilderness, and it can't be said to belong to anyone. To say it belongs to oneself is too overbearing. The mark of my dragon clan is still here, Fire Brother, you can't deny it!"

  A cold laughter came from the beast tribe, "Your dragon tribe mark, who can recognize it? You say you have it and we'll believe it. I'd like to see the mark of my Golden Lion tribe too, or are you saying your dragon tribe killed a bubble of urine?"

  A burst of thunderous laughter suddenly came from the beast tribe.

  Ao Ming's face turned iron-green with anger, and a group of young dragon clan members were eager to try.

  "Come out and fight me if you dare! You sneaky thing!"

  That harmonious voice came again, and it was impossible to hear a hint of anger. "I see that the dragon clan has the ambition to dominate the vast expanse, wanting to turn this world into their own property. How many of our beast clans have died in your mouths? This is just an excuse for you to provoke a dispute. The great elder has arrived, and the wolf's heart is evident."

  Even a clay man has three points of temperament, let alone a dignified elder of the dragon clan, this is all a slap in the face.

  Ao Ming let out a loud shout: "What kind of rat are you?" A powerful divine sense instantly locked onto Luo Hu, who had transformed into a golden lion.

  "Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!"

  A water arrow shot rapidly towards Luo Hui, and only a Golden Immortal like the Golden Lion could be instantly blasted into a piece of minced meat.

  An elder flew out from the Qilin tribe's camp, "Brothers, the Dragon Tribe has been too arrogant, how can we let it go like this!"

  "Kill!" The elder's speed was incredibly fast, and he directly entered the dragon tribe's army. Suddenly, there were several loud explosions, and tens of thousands of cultivators in the dragon tribe's army were instantly annihilated.

  These dragon warriors' deaths are nothing, but the Dragon Clan's Great Elder is suddenly furious. Seeing the Qilin Clan's elder take action with his own eyes, he can't think of anything else to do.

  "Kill!"

  With a loud order, the dragon warriors who had been filled with anger for a long time directly killed towards the walking beast tribe.

  The contradictions between the two tribes have been accumulating for a long time, and the warriors of the beast tribe are one by one hot-blooded, welcoming the dragon tribe's army camp, both sides killing each other until the sky is dark and the sun is bloody.

  That book turned into a bloody mist, Luo Yu sneered from afar, his own spiritual powers were so good that no one saw that the Golden Lion that was blown up into a bloody mist was just an illusion.

  "Haha, alright, alright" he said, pulling out a set of black soul flags, a total of 81 rods. "Let's see you try to escape my net." He began setting up an array around the battlefield within a radius of ten miles.

  Muttering to himself, these low-grade yuan spiritual souls are also good for refining a magic treasure.

  As soon as the soul banner was set up, the entire formation started to operate, and in an instant, it swallowed all the killing intent floating in the sky. As the battle between the two tribes continued, more and more weak yuan gods and souls flew over, and these soul banners shot out black air, swallowing each of them whole.

  Luó Huà transformed into a nine-headed black lion, crouching to one side and waiting. Seeing those stronger yuan spirits, it directly stretched out its scarlet large tongue from the soul banner and pulled them out, swallowing them completely.

  "Huh? How did the number of residual souls suddenly increase? And where are those primordial spirits? Haha, I've finally seen a powerful primordial spirit!" Luo Huo's spirit was instantly lifted.

  The primordial spirit was flustered, his expression somewhat wilted, pale and bloodless, seemingly having narrowly escaped from the battlefield. However, facing the pulling force of the soul banner, this primordial spirit was not intimidated at all. After all, it was a primordial spirit in the Mahayana realm, and as long as there was enough time, it could quickly condense into a physical body.

  Yuanshen manipulated a scarlet branch of flame, its scorching heat gradually refining the dark energy shot out by the Soul Banner.

  Luóu's powerful primordial spirit used his hand to point, and a thick, black, sticky demonic flame burst out from the soul banner, splitting into several strands that tightly wrapped around the primordial spirit, fiercely refining it. The demonic flame refined the spirit, causing an intense pain that twisted the entire primordial spirit, revealing the shadow of a qilin. Its whole body emitted bright red flames. This qilin primordial spirit felt as if its entire being was being gnawed by countless ants, itching and painful to the point of unbearable suffering. It was truly unable to live or die.

  "A loud and shrill voice shouted: 'Who are you? I'll make sure you don't die a good death!'"

  Luó Huì's heart stirred, could it be that he was going to self-destruct his primordial spirit again. He hastily gathered all the spiritual energy in his body.

  Yuanshen's heart was stunned, as if exhausted from torture, and begged for mercy: "I am willing to surrender to you."

  Luó saw that the other party did not intend to self-destruct and hurriedly reduced the refinement of the magic fire, asking: "What is the current situation on the battlefield?"

  Qilin Yuanshen said fiercely: "The Dragon Clan is shameless, they actually had a premeditated plan and ambushed three Daluo Realm experts. And we only have two Daluo Golden Immortals, yet you dare to gang up on us with two against one, how despicable!"

  "Lu E looked at this guy who might be a deserter and asked: 'How did you escape?'"

  Hu Qilin sighed and said: "A fellow Taoist of our clan detonated his primordial spirit to give me a thread of life."

  "What about that dragon guy?" Luo Yu asked anxiously.

  Huǒ Qílín said with a sigh, "It's almost the same as being dead." After finishing speaking, he took a deep breath and raised his head to spit out a bright red branch, which was thrown at Luó Hù. The Yuánshén trembled violently, and the branch fell to the ground due to lack of spiritual support.

  "Ha! I've been expecting you, Demon Devourer of the Heavens!" Luo said with a cold smile. As he spoke, he transformed into a ball of black energy and enveloped the Fire Qilin's primordial spirit.