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Chapter 883 Luo Hu escaped(2/2)

With such a change, the Wu Clan, even if they were stupid, knew that these four fairy swords must have something to do with them.

Thinking that the prehistoric era was opened up by Pangu, it was obvious that these four swords were the treasures left by Pangu, and they were reserved exclusively for his own witch clan. But now they were snatched away by this black-robed thief. The anger in the eyes of the twelve ancestral witches was almost over.

Burn.

With a look of shock on his face, Luo Hu ignored the twelve ancestral witches who were charging towards him with a mad roar. He took a step forward and disappeared.

A peak quasi-sage was hiding, and he was still cultivating the soul. The twelve ancestral witches who only cultivated the body kept roaring and glaring at the surroundings, but could not find any trace of him.

"Ah!" Hou Tu, who had already broken through to the quasi-sage, grabbed a dragon not far away and grabbed a dragon directly into his hand. With a slight shake, the transformed dragon Daluo returned to a body that was tens of thousands of feet long.

He tore the Daluo dragon into two pieces, threw it into his mouth and chewed it, looking around with murderous intent.

Except for Pangu Sanqing who came to save him just now, everyone else was just watching the fun, and it would be a shame not to die!

Screams from the depths of his soul rang out from Houtu's mouth. A big Luo, who was already the top powerhouse in the prehistoric times, was eaten alive. This was definitely the worst death for a big Luo in the prehistoric times.

The other Da Luo in the distance didn't even dare to stay for a breath, for fear that the Witch Clan would catch them next.

Not even the ancestral dragon of the dragon clan dared to speak.

It's just that the witch clan at the peak of Daluo is just scary, and there are ten witch clans among the twelve ancestral witches who have broken through to the quasi-sage realm, which is already terrifying to the dragon clan.

"This thief has stolen the protective treasure of the descendants of Pangu!" Yuanshi looked into the distance with a cold face. Pangu Sanqing now had nothing in his hands. Seeing the battle just now, he reacted almost instinctively. These four

The sword was left to the Wu clan by Pangu.

The auras of the twelve ancestral witches are constantly blending, and the remaining two who have not broken through to the quasi-sage level are constantly rising and changing. Obviously, it won't be long before these two will also break through to the quasi-sage realm.

Twelve quasi-sages, or quasi-sages whose auras can be fused into one body, can also fight against the pinnacle of quasi-sages.

Of course, quasi-sage peaks must have protective treasures, but the Four Immortal Swords in Luo Hu's hands were left by Pangu to the Witch Clan, and they definitely cannot be used in battles with the Witch Clan.

Unless he wants to fight the Witch Clan empty-handed, leaving is the best choice for Luo Hu. This is also the biggest reason why Luo Hu just ignored the Witch Clan's provocation and left immediately.
Chapter completed!
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