Chapter 43: The Dao Demon Fights

After hearing Houtu’s admiration, Mo Li just smiled slightly, picked up the teacup, drank it all, and did not answer.

It’s just that Wudao Tea is quite special. As the first tea tree, it has a unique taste and effect, which is extremely rare in this prehistoric world, so they have this idea.

Of course, he had also drunk nectar and Yulu, but it was indeed not as good as Wudao Tea. Moreover, the efficacy of Wudao Tea is not comparable to Wudao Tea, so it makes sense that they have such praise.

Moreover, over the years, Mo Li's techniques have become much more skillful, and his skillful techniques can bring a slightly different taste, which also makes the three of them exclaim.

"I didn't come this time, and I really missed it..." Nuwa put down the teacup in her hand, looked at Mo Li, and chuckled.

Fuxi thought about it for so long, but when he was about to come, his cultivation was delayed. However, Nuwa also understood that the relationship between the three tribes became increasingly tense at this time, and breakthrough in cultivation should be the first priority.

Strength is the most important thing in the prehistoric world. If there is no response, what should we do if the war involves them? You must know that the patriarch of the three clans is already in the quasi-saint realm. Standing at the peak of the prehistoric world, the three clans are powerful.

Mo Li looked at her and said, "After Nuwa goes back this time, I will give you some tea for you to stay back." As he said, he looked at Houtu and smiled, "Houtu also gives you some..."

Hearing this, the two women's faces were as smiling as flowers, and their beautiful eyes were bent into crescent moons.

After saying that, Mo Li continued to make tea. As the movements in his hands, the tea fragrance overflowed, and a fragrance floated in the side hall. A trace of misty air carried a rich fragrance slowly circling from the teapot, which seemed to have endless truths.

Houtu watched the fragrant mist circling in the teapot, and a light lit up in his beautiful eyes, and the heavy aura on his body spread out again.

Nuwa was stunned and looked at her in surprise, but then she smiled and nodded.

Mo Li and Yang Mei did not make a sound, only the "smiling" tea echoed in the teacup, like the sound of the great way, lingering in the back Turkey.

After counting breaths, Mo Li put the tea cup full of tea in front of her.

Hou Tu looked down at the tea cup in front of her. The misty tea fragrance lingers on the tea cup, and the fragrance of tea suddenly spreads, with a refreshing and quiet feeling lingering in her heart.

"Bang!"

A breath emanated from Houtu's body, and the beautiful eyes became clearer and more thorough, without any impurities, like two bright gems.

At this moment, her mood broke through to the Daluo realm, and the day she broke through her cultivation level was just around the corner.

Nuwa looked at her, and a moving smile appeared on her pretty face, "Congratulations to my sister..."

"I also want to thank Brother Mo for his enlightenment tea..." Hou Tu glanced at Mo Li and said with a smile.

"I just make tea. Everything is Houtu's own fortune..." Mo Li smiled, picked up the tea in front of him, and sipped it lightly.

Nuwa and Houtu looked at each other, smiled at each other, and said nothing more.

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In the prehistoric world, in the past century, the signs of war among hundreds of tribes seem to be reviving again. This time, the three tribes have not expressed their opinions, just like watching the fire from the other side of the river.

However, the Bai clans knew that if they reached that point, the three clans would not stand by, after all, the Bai clans were dependent on their three clans.

If there is one of the three tribes who fails to take action, it is a breach of trust and prehistoric world. For the three tribes, this is a shameless thing.

They are extremely important to face, after all, the three tribes have their own unique dignity and pride. If they have face loss, let alone dominate the prehistoric world, they may be sneered by the other two tribes.

So the Hundred Tribes were not nervous about the attitude of the three races at this time. What they care about was that the meaning of other Hundred Tribes was really to that extent?

...

In the north of the prehistoric world, there is an unknown mountain range.

Two figures stood proudly, one wearing a gray Taoist robe, with a fairy-like and a master. The other was surrounded by black air, exuding a terrifying aura of destruction.

"Rahu, stop!"

In vain, the Taoist spoke, breaking the silence. His voice was ethereal, containing the supreme sound, causing ripples of space, and instantly spread throughout the mountains.

The black figure opposite, Luohu in his mouth, smiled coldly, and a cold and gloomy voice came, "Stop? Hongjun, are you dreaming? Let me stop? Do you think it's possible?"

Hongjun looked at him, and a subtle change appeared in his calm face, but he never answered.

Luohu is a demon god who practices the way of demons. His actions are to practice his great way. He told him to stop and block him from practicing Taoism. How could he listen to his own words?

However, if he wants to achieve enlightenment, he needs to decide the outcome with Luohu. They are destined to be unable to survive two people, and can only retain one person to achieve enlightenment.

Luohu looked at the old Taoist Hongjun with a calm expression. The aura on his body became colder and colder. The aura of destruction spread within a radius of three hundred miles, and he spoke again.

"Besides, even if I am willing to give up, I guess you won't really let me stop... You also want me to do this in your heart. Only when I get to this point can you have the chance to attain enlightenment. Am I right?" A strange sneer appeared on the corner of Luohu's mouth.

Upon hearing this, Hongjun's old and indifferent face changed slightly, and a cold light flashed through his clear eyes.

Luohu said it right. This catastrophe should indeed be caused by Luohu and ended with his own end. If Luohu did not do this, his Tao would not be able to continue.

Because the two of them are destined by heaven, one of them is destined by one, and one of them can only one of them attain the Hunyuan and achieve the supreme Tao.

But the main problem now is that Hongjun is not sure to defeat Luohu at this time.

Although the two have little difference in strength, only between the two, Luohu has many innate spiritual treasures in his hands. Although he has many magic weapons, many of them are not as powerful as Luohu when used.

And the most important one is Luohu's companion spiritual treasure and the four swords of Zhuxian. If these four swords are single, they are just the best innate spiritual treasures and can still be dealt with. However, together with the four swords, the Zhuxian sword formation is set up. This formation is extremely powerful and cannot be broken by him alone.

The two had fought once before, and he was trapped in the formation. Although Luohu could not do anything to him, he could not break for a while, and then the two ended with a draw.

Therefore, if it is the final battle of the Dao Demon, it may be difficult for him to win the entire battle, so he needs to find some helpers.

Luohu looked at Hongjun's old look and sneered, "It seems that I'm right." Then he changed his tone and said angrily, "I won't be kind to you when you are blocking me today, so let's take action!"

As he said that, he flipped his hand, a spear on his left and right, a black black millstone with his right hand, and a black twelve-grade lotus appeared above his head. At the center of his eyebrows, a golden sword-shaped mark flashed with golden light.

Hongjun looked at Luohu who was posing, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

God-killing spear, World-Destroying Big Mine, Twelve-grade World-Destroying Black Lotus, Four Swords of Zhuxian…

However, seeing that he had not used the four swords of Zhu Xian, it seemed that he had no intention of setting up the Zhu Xian Sword Formation to trap him for the time being. Hongjun secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If he was trapped, the two of them would just waste time again.

With a wave of Hongjun's hand, a hand of three treasure jade hangs above the heavenly spirit, holding a white whisk in his left hand, and a green sword in his right hand. At the center of his eyebrows, the mark of the Jade of Creation was shining with purple light.

The two of them have little difference in grades and their strengths are equal. It seems that this battle will be difficult to decide the outcome.

"snort!"

Luohu snorted coldly, and the God-killing Spear made a light sound. The spear came out like a dragon, breaking through countless spaces. A terrifying aura of destruction, carrying supreme power, was flooded towards Hongjun.

Seeing this, Hongjun stepped on his feet, and the void was shattered. The sword light in his hand flashed like a long rainbow flying in the sky, and the sword energy rose up and stirred up the wind and clouds.

This sword changed color and was as fast as lightning.

The light flashed by, and the two were already fighting together.

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Chapter completed!