Prehistoric Luo Hu Asking the Way

Luohu's divine sense was suppressed in Mount Buzhou, and he couldn't observe the traces of Fuxi and Nuwa. If he calculated again, the result was still the same, and the secret was hidden and could not be known.

But the same is true for Daoist Hongjun in Luohu's mind, and he must not be able to deduce the traces of Fuxi and Nuwa.

"The two fellow Taoists must have important matters to come to Zhoushan. In this case, the poor Taoist will not bother you two." Patriarch Yang Mei smiled lightly.

From the secret calculations of Luo Hu and Hongjun Daozu just now, he knew that these two people must have something important to come to Buzhou Mountain.

However, Patriarch Yang Mei didn't have time to waste time with them here. He had just entered the prehistoric world and didn't have his own ashram yet, so his first thing now was to find his own ashram.

"Fellow Daoist, wait a minute." Daozu Hongjun stopped Yang Mei Patriarch, and then walked in front of Yang Mei Patriarch.

"The first time I met Taoist friend, I felt that the relationship was quite deep. I don't know if friend is interested in going to Yujing Mountain for a talk." Daozu Hongjun said with a smile.

Ancestor Yang Mei subconsciously looked at Luo Hu. Originally, Ancestor Yang Mei didn't want to intervene in the battle between Luo Hu and Taoist Hongjun, but seeing Luo Hu's indifferent expression, Ancestor Yang Mei changed his mind.

"Okay, Pindao also wants to appreciate the elegance of Yujing Mountain."

Daozu Hongjun and Patriarch Yang Mei walked together and left Buzhou Mountain, leaving Luo Hu alone on Buzhou Mountain.

"This Patriarch Yang Mei is a bit arrogant, but if you don't unite, what's the point of Hong Huang?"

The smile on Luo Hu's face was extremely devilish. He used to worry that Hongjun Daozu had a helper, but now he doesn't think so.

In this familiar prehistoric myth, Luo Hu actually felt pity for Hongjun Daozu in his heart.

He, Luohu, knew everything about Honghuang like the back of his hand, while Hongjun Daozu was nothing more than using the good luck jade plate to calculate, and he was one step ahead of others, but he couldn't be one step ahead of Luohu.

With the help of Patriarch Yang Mei, perhaps Dao Patriarch Hongjun's power will improve a little bit, and such prehistoric times are interesting.

"Pindao likes the interesting prehistoric, if you lose directly, then wouldn't it be boring for the poor to be alone in the prehistoric?"

Luo Hu didn't particularly want to accept Fuxi and Nuwa as disciples. The reason why he came this time was because Nuwa would be of great use in the future, so he had to come.

Leaving Buzhou Mountain, Luo Hu flew to the south of the Great Desolation, which is the territory of the Feng Clan, but as long as it is above the Great Desolation, Luo Hu can go anywhere.

In Rahu's eyes, any place in the wild is his preaching place.

Where there are living beings, there are demons, and where there are demons, Rahu is respected!

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"Brother, this place is surrounded by spiritual energy. Although it is not as strong as the spiritual energy in Buzhou Mountain's cave, it is also a good cave. Why don't we set up a dojo here?"

Somewhere thousands of miles away in the western part of Shanxi, there is a fairy mountain standing between the sky and the earth, about ten thousand feet high, surrounded by aura, especially on the top of the mountain, the aura gathers into fog.

There are countless creatures in the mountains, but at most they are Xuanxian cultivation bases, obviously there is no Dao power here.

"According to my sister's words, we will set up a dojo here, and from now on this place will be the Two Sacred Mountains." Fuxi looked at Nuwa with some doting.

But how could the two of them know that just after they left, two great masters of the past made a trip to Mount Buzhou just for them.

Luo Hu wanted to travel south, but just as he was leaving Buzhou Mountain thousands of miles away, Luo Hu stopped, turned around quickly, and looked at a place in Buzhou Mountain.

A ray of red light suddenly appeared, although it was very dim, Luo Hu could still see clearly, but there was a sudden red light.

Calculating with his fingers, Luo Hu laughed loudly: "It's time, luck, I never thought that this treasure would fall into the hands of the poor.

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Immediately, Luo Hu returned to Mount Buzhou.

At this time, Daoist Hongjun, who was going to Yujing Mountain with Patriarch Yang Mei, frowned, as if he had a premonition.

"What happened, Fellow Daoist?" Ancestor Yang Mei looked at Daoist Hongjun and asked.

"I just feel that there is a sign of luck in my heart. It should be a happy event, and let the poor do the math."

After all, Daozu Hongjun sacrificed the jade plate of good fortune, and runes manifested one after another, destroying Daozu Hongjun's body.

After a while, Hongjun Daozu's face changed drastically, and it was as deep as water, as if someone had robbed him of something precious.

When Patriarch Yang Mei saw Daozu Hongjun's face, he knew that something must have happened, otherwise, Daozu Hongjun wouldn't have such a face.

"Nothing, nothing, please fellow daoist." Hongjun Daozu An endured the anger in his heart, and said calmly to Patriarch Yang Mei.

"Fellow Taoist, if you have something to do, you can do your best to get busy. You and I are both cultivators, and the most important thing is time." Although Patriarch Yang Mei didn't know what happened, he still persuaded him.

"If that's the case, then when discussing the Tao with fellow Taoists in the future, the poor Taoist will be one step ahead." Daozu Hongjun didn't say any more, and turned around and flew back.

Seeing Hongjun Daozu rushing away, Patriarch Yangmei smiled lightly, then pinched his fingers and calculated, but there was no result, and he was not calculating, but flew west. He felt that there was a place in the west that was destined for him.

"Although I didn't accept Nuwa as a disciple this time, if I get the thing that is connected with Nuwa's luck, I can definitely accept Nuwa as my disciple." Daozu Hongjun thought in his heart.

"It's just that I don't know if Luo Hu is still in Buzhou Mountain. If he hasn't left, it will be troublesome."

Hongjun Daozu thought in his heart, and instantly speeded up.

However, he has no friendship with Patriarch Yang Mei. Otherwise, Patriarch Yang Mei can take him to Buzhou Mountain. If you know the supernatural power of space, you can go directly to Buzhou Mountain.

Don't you know that Luo Hu has already returned to Buzhou Mountain at this time, looking at the place emitting a pale red light, Luo Hu is overjoyed.

Luck is unpredictable, but I have to pay attention to it.

Luo Hu has great luck, above the prehistoric world, I am afraid that only Daozu Hongjun can compare with him.

Now is the early days of the prehistoric period, all the innate spirit treasures are being conceived, some are about to be born, and some will take some time, and those with deep luck can get these spirit treasures that are about to be born.

Rahu rode a cloud to the place where the red light radiated, but it was a lotus flower. When he saw this lotus flower, Rahu's body trembled and he quickly calculated.

The original happiness disappeared, and there was some helplessness and anger in his eyes.

Because this lotus flower is a matter of right and wrong, it cannot be taken away. Once it is taken away, Rahu's magic way will be divided, and he does not want to divide the way of magic.

"Under the law of heaven, do I have to bear this responsibility because of my profound luck?" Luo Hu felt helpless for the first time.

But the rainbow light is not emitted by the lotus flower. This lotus flower emits golden light, and above the lotus flower is a red ball with nine small bells.