"Xun!?"

Chen Weiming was extremely surprised to hear Chen Pan's long cry. He had never seen Chen Pan like this for so many years. After all, he was the memory of a half-dog monk, and later became a Pangu existence. How could ordinary people move him so much?

After Chen Panluo explained, Chen Weiming felt relieved and became extremely surprised.

Not many people know the name Xun, but no one who has been through the prehistoric era doesn’t know about the other name. Even in today’s era, many people still say his name: Demon Ancestor Luohu.

Many geniuses will always have a contemporary person who will remember them in their hearts and will never be forgotten. Just like the Nether Sword is for themselves and Xun is for Chen Pan.

This was the only one who had truly defeated him in the ancient times, and he had no suspense. And he was not alone, and there were two strong people with cultivation that were not inferior to him, who were defeated by Xun alone. In that era, he used the time Taoist pattern.

Emperor Cangming's blood was made by him who had devoted all the essence of the prehistoric world. Like him, he also represented the sins under the laws of heaven. Naturally, with one move, he could get the recognition of this magic knife.

The demon spirit of the hundred generations is Luohu, but it feels natural that it is unexpected.

The death of the demon ancestor Luohu has always been a secret. Even in the Taishi Ji, it is known that this character suddenly disappeared. After that, there was no deeds about him in the Zhoutian Star Fighting World. All legends were only in the prehistoric era.

If you think about it carefully, I am afraid that when I was refining Emperor Cangming's blood, Luohu would tamper with the sword. Once he could hold the sword again, the memories left in it would be awakened.

"I'm afraid this is true!"

Chen Pan also said: "He is a proud man and a very good at calculating person. When he was refining the blood of Emperor Cangming, he must have thought of the subsequent result. The Demon Ancestor under the Heavenly Way is not a happy memory for him. If not, just don't want it."

Holding the blood of Emperor Cangming, his white hair fluttered, his face was cold and his own mighty look, which made everyone feel cold. It was obviously just a Hunyuan Emperor, but he had a sense of pressure that was even more terrifying than the Supreme.

After staring for a moment, the Lord of Forgotten seemed to have thought of something and shouted: "Are you Luohu?"

Then he laughed loudly and said, "It's just right. As the loser of competition under the law of heaven, the culprit is here. You and I will join forces to take him down. The Demon Lord under the law of heaven is the only one."

"Demon Lord?"

The demon spirit of a hundred generations is no longer there, and only Luohu in the world, with white hair flying and sneering: "It seems that the so-called enemy is nothing more than that. He is so stupid that he can say such stupid words."

As he spoke, Emperor Cangming in his hand raised the blood of Emperor Cangming. The magic sword emitted bursts of purple light, flashing intimidating light, with a vast aura, and eternal sky.

The holder laughed: "If I want to be the devil, who can say no?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword burst into light, his body was like a rainbow, and he rushed towards the battlefield.

The time Taoist body was the first to be affected. In shock, he instinctively used the time Taoist pattern, and produced a series of slow time and solidified time, intending to block Luohu.

But Luohu held a knife in one hand and stretched out two fingers to stir it. The mysterious light on his fingers condensed into the time Taoist pattern. He wrapped his fingers and explored into the time Taoist pattern used by the time Taoist body. After a stir, he actually picked up all the Taoist patterns used by it and grabbed them in his hand.

"When I was practicing the Daopa pattern in time, you didn't know what it was!"

With a loud shout, Luohu hit it with his backhand, and time was slow, and time solidified against many Taoist bodies, together with the forgetful Lords, he was covered with his head.

This magical power of the time Taoist pattern is actually more powerful than the time Taoist body itself.

Everyone was frightened and thought that this person with demonic energy was also practicing the Taoist pattern of order. Only Chen Weiming, who had heard Chen Pan's explanation, knew that it was normal.

In ancient times, there was a suppression of the Taoist pattern of destiny and the supreme heaven of time, so Luohu stopped at the Hunyuan Emperor. Otherwise, with this person's talent and nature, the supreme time had already been in his pocket.

Although he has returned as a demon clan, he has no suppression of the Dao pattern of fate, and his control over the Dao pattern of time is definitely not comparable to Emperor Hunyuan. Even Emperor Hunyuan is the so-called Dao body.

The momentum is terrifying, how dare you compete?

The Taoist body of time immediately exerted its magical powers and pulled out of the power of time. The Taoist body of space is a space that is transferred to a distance, and the Taoist body of order also exerted its magical powers and rushed out of the battlefield in front of her.

But the other Taoist bodies were not so lucky, but when the light of Emperor Cangming's blood sword fell, the terrifying attack exploded instantly.

The Taoist body, the Lord of Forgotten, the two supreme masters, and even Chen Weiming were under his attack. This is a terrible hero who can think very much and cannot be judged by common sense.

The power of this sword exploded, and its power hit all directions. The purple air surged into the sky, and the howling of ghosts and gods, the sound of the sky collapsed and the earth cracked. Endless energy was like countless stars exploded.

But in an instant, everyone was affected, like a starry sand river, destroying everything. When the light disappeared, only the forgetful Lord was left in the battlefield, Chen Weiming and the two supreme emperors were still there, while the others, together with those Taoist bodies, disappeared without a trace.

"Rahu!"

The Lord of Forgotten roared angrily. Although these Taoist bodies had a rebellious intention, they were of great use to him. At this time, they were almost killed by Luohu with one sword. How could they not be angry?

"Damn it!"

A supreme shouted loudly, held the mysterious light in his hand, sucked the energy of heaven and earth from all directions, and slapped at Luohu.

Luohu did not dodge or avoid, his white hair was flying, his body was like a dragon, and his sword was like lightning, so he slashed directly at the hand.

The moment the sword palm hit, the Supreme screamed in pain. The sword light was like a flame, burning all the true energy on his palm. It was also invading like fire, driving straight along his arms, and instantly cutting his palm into more than a dozen pieces.

Blood sprinkled, flesh and blood hanged in the air, and it disappeared completely by the demonic energy.

"The biggest regret of my life is that I have never been able to kill the Supreme! You are very lucky to be the first Supreme I killed and the last Supreme I killed in this realm!"

Luohu's body was filled with purple aura, and his demonic aura was vast, contrasting with his white hair. He was such a great demon god with unparalleled momentum.

The sword was like a mad demon, slashing out one after another, and before the other people came to their senses, they killed the supreme into tens of thousands of pieces. The soul was gone and the soul was scattered.

This is a supreme... Everyone was shocked. If the Hunyuan Emperor in the same realm was so clean and neat, it would be explained. But this is the supreme. Even if it is the supreme who has quickly achieved the Taoist fruit, it will be the supreme after all. How could it be so vulnerable?

Chen Weiming suddenly realized that this guy was also a supreme person in the prehistoric era. What he said just now probably meant that he would soon break through.
Chapter completed!