Chapter Seventeen: Luo Hu Appears

  "Emperor Juntian, you scoundrel! What do you want to do?" Zulong couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow when he saw the remaining dragon tribe's remnants, thinking about how powerful the dragon tribe used to be and how they had fallen to such a state.

  Emperor Jun saw that the ancestral dragon's expression had eased a bit, and he secretly let out a sigh of relief. When Emperor Jun discovered that the ancestral dragon wanted to fight desperately, he ordered Kunpeng to go and capture all the remaining dragons, preparing to threaten the ancestral dragon. Kunpeng was extremely fast and quickly completed the task. The ancestral dragon was absorbing the power of the dragon pearl at this time and didn't notice anything. At this point, seeing that his clansmen had been captured one by one, the ancestral dragon almost bit its teeth to pieces.

  "You, Ancestral Dragon, you saw it for yourself. This is what your own kind has been reduced to. You started a great war for your own selfish desires, harming both others and yourself. The downfall of the dragon tribe is all because of your doing. Now, if you want to perish together, I will have these remaining dragons killed, letting your dragon tribe be extinct, and you will be the eternal sinner of the dragon tribe." Emperor Jun burst into a fit of maniacal laughter, staring intently at Ancestral Dragon: "You still dare to go mad? We'll soon burn together like jade and stone."

  The ancestor dragon gritted his teeth in anger and hatred beside him.

  He glanced at the two people who were stuck in a stalemate, and he was also worried that Zu Long would go crazy. If the cultivators on the scene were injured too much, it would absolutely not be in his own interest. He still hoped they could deal with the demon clan.

  "Ancestral Dragon friend, I suppose you wouldn't want the dragon tribe to be completely wiped out either. I have an idea, we'll make a vow to Heaven's Way, preserve some of the dragon tribe's bloodline, and then... "

  As soon as these words came out, Zu Long sneered with a smile: "Can't let this king kill himself?"

  Even the great and powerful ones are extremely arrogant, and when asked themselves, they would absolutely not be willing to be threatened by others. Life and death are trivial matters, but face is a big deal.

  The field fell into a stalemate again, and soon the ancestral dragon let out a mournful dragon's wail.

  "I, the great dragon hero of a generation, have ended up in such a state. I owe the Dragon Clan too much. Even if I die, I will not be coerced by you people." The ancestor dragon glared fiercely at Emperor Jun and his entourage, letting out a long sigh.

  "The Heavenly Way is above, and I, the Ancestral Dragon, vow to cultivate with my own body, to return my soul to Heaven and Earth, and to ultimately return my flesh and blood to the Vast Wilderness. From now on, the dragon tribe will forever hold the position of governing the rain, protecting the harmony of heaven and earth, guarding the four seas, and never contending for hegemony." As soon as the Ancestral Dragon finished speaking, the Heavenly Way was moved, and bestowed upon him the Mysterious Yellow Merit.

  The majestic aura of merit and virtue passed through Kunpeng's personal space, falling on the injured dragon tribe. Their injuries were instantly healed. The ancestral dragon's eyes welled up with painful tears as it gazed longingly at the vast expanse of the Desolate Lands. Its massive body gradually faded away, eventually disappearing into the heavens, like a wispy cloud, leaving no trace behind.

  Another great deity has fallen, the Ancestral Dragon gave up his last chance to perish together with others, giving other deities a chance to survive, and Heaven also gave the dragon clan a thread of life.

  Kunpeng also released the dragon tribe that had been collected. These dragons had tears in their eyes and flew to the East Sea.

  Suddenly, another oath appeared, and it was the patriarch of the Qilin clan, Mo Xuan. Mo Xuan was also seriously injured at this time. Seeing the defeat, looking at the fall of the Ancestral Dragon, Cang Long's death, Feng Yu lost his combat effectiveness, and he himself would surely die, so he wanted to follow the example of the Ancestral Dragon, to fight for a chance for the Qilin clan to survive.

  "The Qilin Clan's Patriarch Mo Xuan made a vow to the Heavenly Way, I am willing to use my own flesh and blood to repair the damaged land of Hongyuan, from now on, the Qilin will forever be a auspicious beast."

  The sound fell, the aura of merit and virtue descended, compared to the ancestral dragon's, it was much less. Zhenyuanzi, Hongyun and others were watching from the side, seeing another clan leader fall, their hearts were secretly saddened. Due to the great war, the damaged heaven and earth had recovered a lot.

  At this time, the dust fell, and Feng Yu, who was about to die, suddenly struggled to get up, as if he had returned to his former self. He also followed the two men in making a vow to Heaven: "From now on, I, the Phoenix Clan, am willing to forever guard the southern volcanic region, never to reappear in the world."

  Another merit falls, Feng Yu's true spirit rushes straight to the indestructible volcano, transforming into a mountain guardian spirit. It can be considered that it has not completely dissipated into nothingness.

  The matter of the three clans has come to an end, and these powerful beings couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. Although countless cultivators had fallen, they had after all eliminated the three clans, those enormous entities, and from now on they themselves would be the masters of the Desolate Expanse.

  Jie Ying knew that the real disaster had just begun, and suddenly, in the place where Zu Long, Feng Yu, and Mo Xuan fell, three clusters of black air scattered out and gradually gathered together.

  The great gods who were about to enjoy the fruits of their victory were bewildered by this scene, and the dark energy gradually took on a human form, with black air swirling around its body, its face wearing a hint of an evil smile, as it gazed at these great gods.

  Di Jun saw this scene and also let out a loud shout: "Who are you?"

  "Haha, I am Luohu, the ancestor of demons. You juniors, are you willing to surrender to me?" Luohu said with a smile.

  "Hum, you don't know your own strength, aren't you afraid of following in the footsteps of people like Bu Zulong?" Emperor Jun had just won a great victory over the three tribes and was still riding high on his success. Hearing Luo Hui's arrogant words, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

  "Haha, you ignorant youngster. If I hadn't implanted the demonic soul in the three tribes' ordinary warriors, could they have fought to this point?" Luo Hui sneered with a smile.

  As soon as Luo Hua appeared, he felt something was wrong, and the real disaster had arrived.

  "Emperor Jun's friend, this is one of Luohu's avatars." The guide reminded.

  Di Jun was secretly shocked, a mere clone had such cultivation, he couldn't see through it clearly, and his heart remained on guard.

  "Haha, unexpectedly, you have such discerning eyes, can see through it, but even if it's just a clone, it's not something you can compare to." As he spoke, Luo Hui waved his hand, and a black light shot towards Jie Yin. Jie Yin didn't dare underestimate him, swinging the Qing Jing bamboo in his hand, striking the black light head-on. This black light was extremely strange, like sticky caramel, not only did it not disperse, but instead stuck to the Qing Jing bamboo, rushing straight at Jie Yin's body.

  The demonic path's power was indeed strange, the guiding force was quickly corroded, and even the primordial spirit was leaking away. The guide had no choice but to stir up a wisp of karma fire, and as soon as it touched the black energy, it was like adding water to an oil pot - with a sizzling sound, the guide finally eliminated the black energy.

  A hint of playful color appeared on Luo's face, this wisp of black air was absolutely not simple, inside it hid a thread of Luo's life-bound primordial spirit. Thinking about Zu Long, Feng Yu, Mo Xuan and others who had suffered from Luo's way, although they were secretly manipulated, but for so long they hadn't been able to discover or eliminate it, which showed the extraordinary place.

  The Fa power of an ordinary cultivator's Yuan Shen has no effect on this strand of black energy, and can only suppress it without being able to eliminate it. It was not until the introduction of karma fire that the black energy was eliminated.

  Luó Huì rushed forward like a black smoke, and Jiè Yǐn had to sacrifice the Golden Lotus. The Twelve Merit Golden Lotus emitted a stream of merit energy that just countered Luó Huì's demonic energy.

  In the blink of an eye, several rounds had passed, and Jieying gradually stabilized, no longer just defending. The two engaged in a fierce battle with both offense and defense. The powerful beings present looked at Jieying's strength with newfound respect. Luo Hui's attacks were cunning and difficult to defend against, but Jieying relied on the defensive power of the Golden Lotus to block most of Luo Hui's attacks, and occasionally counterattacked with the Clear Mind Bamboo Staff in hand.

  Zhun Ti worried that the reception would be difficult to win, and with a wave of his hand, the seven-treasured wonderful tree also killed him. Emperor Jun looked at Tai Yi, nodded to each other, and rushed over together. Hong Yun Zhen Yuan Zi also urged his magic treasure to kill him.

  Several powerful men surrounded Luo Yu, their methods all coming out at once. For a time, Luo Yu was also unable to withstand it. After all, he was just an illusory clone, his strength ultimately limited. Gradually, he became exhausted.

  Just as Luo Yu was about to be killed, he suddenly transformed into a black gas and disappeared. The powerful beings were shocked and stared tightly around them.

  A burst of maniacal laughter echoed through the air, and when everyone looked up, they saw a black cloud suddenly appear in the sky, floating down gently. At the forefront was a young man in his early twenties, dressed in black, with a handsome face and an air of elegance, even with a hint of femininity. A faint smile played on his lips, bearing some resemblance to the "Luo Hu" from earlier, likely the real Luo Hu himself.

  Behind Luo Ye, there were 13 people, all wearing black clothes, with a dark aura surrounding their faces, making it almost impossible to see their features. They were the elite underlings of Luo Ye, Tian Mozi and the 12 Da Moshi.

  "All of you should still surrender to me, and when the time comes, I will naturally give you endless divine power and boundless longevity."

  "You fart!" The speaker was none other than Bai Gu Zhen Jun, the skeleton who had achieved enlightenment from the chaotic demon god. He was very proud and arrogant, but earlier in the great war, he had been overshadowed by Tai Yi Emperor Jun and others, so he felt somewhat resentful. Seeing Luo Hou come out like a madman, he couldn't help but want to take charge, but unfortunately, he was also among those who would suffer calamity, and his wisdom was momentarily clouded, without considering his own strength.

  Luòu's mouth corners moved slightly, he originally wanted to find someone to establish his authority, and Bái Gǔ sent himself to the door, naturally he wouldn't let him go. A black light rushed towards Bái Gǔ, with a hint of invitation, barely visible was a knife-like magical treasure, comparable to a supreme treasure's mighty power.

  Bai Gu's spiritual powers were extraordinary, but he didn't have a treasured artifact to protect himself. Luo Hui was far superior to him and before he could react, he was stabbed through the head with one knife, his primordial spirit shattered, and he dissipated into nothingness.