I am Huang Long, the favorite of the prehistoric group Chapter 272 Gonggong: Let the whole prehistoric world know the loser of this battle
"That's because everyone thinks it's hard for you to win, brother. Even Changqin doesn't believe it, but I'm different. I know how hard I work, and I will win this battle!" Huang Long said.
"Well said, this son Changqin doesn't understand me as well as your uncle." Zhu Rong became even more excited after hearing this.
"Uncle?" Prince Changqin's eyes widened. Where are the things we agreed to do?
"Hey!" Huang Long responded readily.
At the moment when the prince Changqin, he immediately had the idea of slaying the dragon.
Zhu Rong laughed and didn't care.
He walked over and said hello to Jiutian Xuannv.
Then go to see Houtu and Dijiang.
To be honest, he doesn't really want to go.
Over the years, several Houtu people have tried to persuade him overtly or covertly, saying that they are brothers, so why is there such a quarrel?
And the unified caliber is to make him lower his head.
Everyone thinks he will lose.
Although he also has good intentions, Zhu Rong does not want this kind intention.
Why do you think he is going to lose?
They are brothers, brothers and sisters, not as confident as Huang Long.
This fight must be fought no matter what.
And he wants to win!
In front of the absolutely blazing fire, the water can only be evaporated dry.
Zhu Rong arrived, and soon there was a sound of tide in the sky, and Gonggong arrived, but compared to Zhu Rong, he was much more domineering.
It has the body of a python head, covered with black scales, with black dragons on its feet and green pythons wrapped around its hands.
The demon god's true body is solidified, majestic and domineering, unparalleled in strength.
The monks around Buzhou Mountain were shocked and felt a huge pressure coming on them.
"Looking ugly, the pomp and circumstance is not great." Zhu Rong muttered dissatisfiedly.
"Fourth brother." Di Jiang frowned.
"Stop talking, let's fight. Am I still afraid of fighting? It's just the right time to lure you into the enemy."
Zhu Rong replied, and then without waiting for Di Jiang's response, Mo Li's strength surged forward, and instantly the sky was burned with flames. The boundless flames swept in all directions, fighting against Gonggong's flood force.
The two forces are completely opposite, and the terrifying pressure of irreconcilable fire and water sweeps across.
"You're so early. Do you know that you're going to lose? Do you want your elder brother and younger sister to intercede with you?" Gonggong saw Zhu Rong and sneered contemptuously.
"I couldn't help but want to come over earlier and beat you to death directly. I didn't expect you to be so nagging and nagging. It's really not fun." Zhu Rong said with a look of disdain.
"That's because I want you and I to be brothers after all, so I'll give you some time to prepare so that you can get used to it when you become a bereaved dog. Look, I specially invited you to watch the ceremony because of this battle." Gonggong was heroic.
With a wave of his hand, light shone all around Buzhou Mountain, and figures appeared.
They are all famous and powerful people from ancient times. Of the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace, most of them survived. Their cultivations were at the Daluo Jinxian level at their worst, otherwise they would not be worthy of being invited by Gonggong.
It can also be said that he is a member of the top circles.
If you duel in front of their eyes and fail, your reputation will undoubtedly be ruined.
"Also, these ethnic groups in the southern land were originally supposed to be under your control. But when they heard that I was going to fight with you, they couldn't wait to change their families and came over to be my slaves."
Gonggong pointed again, and where the finger pointed, another group of creatures appeared.
His cultivation level is not as high as before, and he is not at Da Luo level, but he is still a representative of his clan.
Many of them, many of them were once attached to the lineage of fire.
At this moment, when Gonggong pointed them out, many monks lowered their heads in shame, while a few of them looked as usual, even looking like they were trying to please. Whoever forced them to do so would obey.
As for shame, it doesn’t exist.
When Zhu Rong saw them, he couldn't help but frown. He actually didn't know many of these people.
The reason for the initial promotion of witchcraft was because it was in harmony with the Communist Party. If the Communist Party opposed it, he would definitely support it.
Later, it was my son who was very suitable for witchcraft. For the sake of my son, I took the initiative to implement it.
Later, it was Director Huang Long.
He didn't care about these ethnic groups at all.
But when I saw such a group of guys standing on the opposite side, I couldn't help but feel furious.
"Look, in this world, fists are eternal. All the truths are nonsense! Benevolence and compassion are all words of incompetent people. These creatures are no different from dogs. When they are hungry, they will run back by themselves.
, witchcraft? They are not worthy of learning." Seeing Zhurong's anger, Gonggong became even more happy and laughed loudly.
The faces of representatives of various ethnic groups were even more ugly, but they did not dare to refute.
The expressions of the ethnic group representatives standing on the side of the Fire Line also changed. They took the initiative to seek refuge and lived a life like a dog. If Zhu Rong failed, their life might not even be as good as a dog.
But now that they have lived a human life, they are not willing to go back to live a dog's life.
"He is so annoying! How did he cultivate such a character to become a quasi-sage?"
Bixiao couldn't stand it anymore and secretly used the white jade bi to communicate.
She wanted to complain.
But she is a quasi-sage after all, and her few senses allowed her to calm down a little and did not complain to her face.
"Because I have a good background," Huang Long said.
Cultivation of the Tao requires a pure mind and few desires, eliminating the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance, and cutting off the three corpses of love for finery, taste, and beauty. This is because it is in harmony with the Tao and improves oneself and feet.
As soon as Gonggong was born, his bloodline and feet were almost at the pinnacle of what this kind of practice can achieve.
So he doesn't need to take the path of restraining his emotions.
"Bloodline discrimination is unfair." Bixiao complained.
Huang Long shrugged noncommittally. To be honest, none of the people here are qualified to say these things, because the blood and feet of those here are considered to be first-rate. He just looked at these people invited by Gonggong and showed a smile.
, Gonggong is specifically trying to ridicule Zhu Rong.
But the premise is that he wants to win.
But is this possible?
You know, in order to be reliable, Huang Long bases his judgment not only on the memory of his previous life, but also on the judgment of professionals.
Sister Nuwa is in seclusion and has not been contacted.
In addition, Grand Master Taishang believes that Zhu Rong has a 70% chance of winning.
And given his conservative temperament, 70% is probably a stable result, so the chance of winning will be even higher.
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With double insurance, he really doesn’t think Zhu Rong will lose.
So, Huang Long snapped his fingers.
The surrounding mana surges, countless space fluctuations, and many mysterious light mirror spells emerge, projecting the scenes here to various places in the wilderness.
All the immortals looked sideways, wondering what was going on with this sudden move.
Huang Long also became the center of attention in an instant, drawing everyone's attention away from the two quasi-sages.
"Chief, I'm sorry! I still went against your will. Although you care about brotherhood, are hard-spoken and soft-hearted, and want to give this stupid brother a way to turn back, but he is like this, I think it is time to give up.
Necessary kindness. Let the whole prehistoric world come to watch this battle, to see that fire is better than water!" Huang Long said loudly.
Zhu Rong, who was slightly stunned, reacted immediately after listening to Huang Long's words, and laughed loudly: "Yes, that's it. This is so happy. Father God is above, and heaven and earth are witnesses. Today I come to fight. Fire conquers water!"
It turns out it can still be like this.
Say it earlier, say it earlier, and I will let the whole world see it.
But Huang Long is a reliable guy. When he saw us losing, he immediately won back.
"Fire is fire, and you can never beat water!" Gonggong watched Huang Long's movements and did not stop him. Instead, he was happy, thinking that this was an excellent opportunity to become famous.
With an angry roar, the divine light of the avenue that made the gods and demons tremble in shock surged out from Gonggong's body. Between heaven and earth, the power of endless water surged, building a sea of the avenue. Billions of water droplets emerged, and at the same time, the power of life and death emerged.
The power of the yin and yang cycle has boundless power. Even a drop of it can make ordinary Da Luo Jinxian retreat.
Although he sounds arrogant, Gonggong is very serious.
Unprecedented seriousness.
Water is the source of life and is the source of life.
Therefore, water channels are alive, and when Gonggong was born, he also carried Pangu's will to create the world, but Gonggong loved destruction more.
It is believed that there is nothing better than the sea, but the ocean is endless and ruthless, making all living beings afraid.
It is believed that the way of water lies in death.
Living in the weak water where ordinary people are afraid and frightened, they love the weak that cannot bear life.
In the past hundred thousand years, in order to win, he even secretly practiced the witchcraft that he had firmly opposed before, integrating life and death.
Create today's magical power.
He has been preparing for this battle for a long time, and he will win!
Boundless water droplets gather and collide, like a vast world, endless birth and death.
A terrifying and powerful aura emitted. In Buzhou Mountain, bystanders who had not yet reached the Daluo realm felt as if their bodies were about to explode just by sensing this aura.
The monks under the Golden Immortal just felt that the avenue was boundless, their eyes stung, they had a splitting headache, and they fainted.
This chapter has been completed!