Chapter 237 An unprecedented battle
Before Zhulong finished speaking, the ancestor witch appeared!
I saw that one of the twelve ancestor witches, the ancestor witch of thunder, Qiangliang, appeared!
Boom!
As soon as Qiangliang appeared, endless thunders were shaken, the void collapsed, and a layer of sky enveloped the horizon, and the atmosphere instantly became more depressing.
Zhulong's movements froze, and his fingers were slightly unnatural:
"It doesn't matter, it's just an ancestor witch. The Ziwei Emperor in the Heavenly Court can kill him alone. Even two ancestor witches are not his opponents..."
Boom! Boom!
The Tianhe rushed down from the sky, the ground fire erupted without a ground, and ice crystals drifted.
Another three ancestor witches!
Zhurong, Gonggong, Xuanming!
Mo Qilin widened his eyes, puffed his beard and glared, his old face suddenly darkened:
"The three great witch ancestors..."
"It doesn't matter!" Zhulong retracted his frozen face and continued:
"Ziwei Emperor fights two, the rest, if there are no four great witch ancestors, they are definitely not the opponents of Donghuang Taiyi. The power of the innate treasure is not something they can bear."
Boom!
Zhulong: "..."
Tired, destroy it.
The demon clan died before they could achieve their goal. Who invited them to the witch clan? Is Dong Wanggong so powerful?
Eleven witch ancestors! Thirty-six great witches!
The evil spirit overflowed, covering the entire thirty-two heavens!
"I... can fight one witch ancestors alone." Qingluan frowned and said:
"But I can only delay it. The witch ancestors are too strong."
"Me too." Mo Qilin nodded solemnly.
However, the next moment, the three people were shocked.
I saw that the endless sea of thunder was surging, and the thunder of the four seas and eight wastelands, like a galloping beast, rushed straight into the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation!
Flowers bloomed in the void, and the sea of trees was born. Millions of giant trees were as hard as swords, piercing the void under the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.
Boom boom boom!
The sound of violent explosions echoed in the sky.
The ground fire erupted with the sea of trees, and it was a scene of burning hell.
There was also an endless river of heaven accompanying the galloping thunder beast.
In just a moment! The Ten Thousand Immortals Formation collapsed!
It was not that the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation was broken, but that the King of the East lifted the formation.
The great powers of the Immortal Court showed their magical powers, and the three corpses quasi-saints and the luck quasi-saints fought on their own.
Three luck quasi-saints and one three corpses quasi-saint, a total of six people, surrounded and killed Qiang Liang.
The spiritual treasure was sacrificed, and the endless mysterious light fell. They stood on their own, coming and going.
Dong Wanggong's face darkened, and he shouted coldly:
"Dijiang, why don't you join hands to take down Dijun? Don't you know his purpose?"
"So what?" Dijiang said coldly:
"Are you and Dijun not equally evil? Why bother talking?"
Dijiang's body turned into the true body of the ancestor witch, which was millions of feet long, and he opened and closed it, and layers of ripples in the void echoed.
Dong Wanggong's face became even darker, and three corpses appeared. One good corpse held the Pure Yang Ruler, and one evil corpse held another sword-shaped Pure Yang Supreme Treasure, and the original body stepped on the twelfth-grade Pure World White Lotus.
The two were on the verge of a fight.
Seeing this, Dijun had no time to think about it, and waved his hand:
"Charge! Kill the evil thieves in the fairy court!"
The thirty-three heavens were filled with a murderous atmosphere.
"Ziwei, set up the formation, take good protection, and prevent trouble before it happens." Dijun ordered.
"Yes!" Ziwei chuckled, and then led the 365 demon gods to wave the star flag.
In an instant, the shadow of the starry sky enveloped the entire heaven.
"Your Majesty, do you not need to send down big stars to the lower heavens?" Kunpeng said puzzledly.
"No need." Di Jun chuckled:
"My demon clan is not inferior to the fairy court. We will win this battle."
"Will there still be unnecessary casualties?" Kunpeng frowned.
"Please ask the demon master to see who is in the lower heavens?" Ziwei turned her head and smiled.
Kunpeng looked carefully, his eyes penetrated the clouds.
Oh, Nuwa, it's okay.
"Your Majesty is really... good at calculation." Kunpeng said speechlessly:
"With fellow Taoist Nuwa over there, it is estimated that no matter how the fight goes, if one person dies on both sides..."
Tsk.
You should have said Nuwa was there earlier.
The great power of fate, if one person dies, he, Kunpeng, will lose.
It took less than an hour and a half for him to die, and a mediation of fate directly brought him back to life!
But...
"Daoyou Dijun." Xihe said with a slightly unnatural expression:
"If that's the case, how about the reward for Daoyou Nuwa..."
"Reward?" Dijun turned his head and looked at Taoist Ziwei.
Taoist Ziwei was slightly startled, then closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes had changed greatly, and became clearer.
"No reward is needed, Fellow Daoist Di Jun has already given the biggest reward."
"Hahahaha." Di Jun laughed a few times:
"You two Daoists really made me suffer by hiding it, and you two Daoists have taken great pains. Daoists, rest assured, I will do my best to help you with the matter of the Qiongguan Formation."
"Let's make progress together." 'Ziwei Daoist' waved his hand and chuckled:
"There are some plans to discuss with Daoists later."
"Daoists, please feel free to talk."
"Well... the whole story is a bit long. In short, it is to govern the world, sort out the world, and make the world prosperous. Only in this way can you live up to the name of 'Emperor of Heaven'."
"Good." Di Jun nodded:
"Then we will talk about it in detail later?"
"Good, let's solve the current situation first. There is no need to worry about the twenty-first level or below. The Queen Mother of the West has been repelled by Daoist Baichuan. Millions of dragons, Daluo and Daluo Perfection have suffered heavy casualties.
"My sister has taken action in the other levels, and Sixteen and her husband Zhu Kongxuan and others have taken action. They are all fine."
"Good! "Di Jun nodded: "Thank you all for your help, but I won't pay you this time, how about that?"
"That's right." Fuxi nodded: "Daoyou has given the biggest reward." After saying that, Fuxi directly withdrew his mind, and Ziwei Taoist returned to his original state again. "Second brother, take my sword." Di Jun looked forward and said. "Big brother, the sword is on you." Taiyi said a little embarrassedly. Di Jun coughed lightly, his face slightly embarrassed: "It's my temper." Then, he raised his left hand lightly, and a four-foot-long golden sword appeared in his hand. Top-grade innate spiritual treasure! The Emperor Sword! The treasure of the Heavenly Court! Di Jun didn't know much, he only knew that this sword was the treasure of the Three Heavens in those days, and it had been guarding the Heavenly Court, and only the Emperor of Heaven could take it. Now, the only person in the whole prehistoric world who can use this sword is Di Jun. The great way of the emperor is in full view. Di Jun held the magic sword in his hand, and his majesty and domineering appearance caused the battlefield to stagnate for a moment. "Dong Wanggong, today is the day you must die!" Di Jun said softly. One step into the void, the sky shattered into thousands of pieces! Di Jun bent his legs slightly and stepped suddenly.
The void collapsed for billions of miles, stretching endlessly.
Di Jiang turned his head, and a black hole in the void stood directly in front of Di Jun.
Di Jun understood, holding the Emperor Sword and drove straight in.
A light blue ripple echoed, and time stopped at this moment!
Zhu Jiuyin appeared and stood beside the Taoist Ziwei:
"Daoyou, I heard that you have a zither?"
The Taoist Ziwei was slightly startled, and then smiled:
"Do you also want to convince people with reason?"
"No, I just want to try it, but whatever spiritual treasure I use is no different from ordinary things."
The Taoist Ziwei directly took out the Fuxi Qin:
"Try it at will."
"Thank you." Zhu Jiuyin chuckled, and then took the Fuxi Qin.
Gently stroked the body of the zither, and the Avenue of Time attached to it, and gently swept it.
The sound waves spread, and above these sound waves, time stopped wherever they passed!
Well, it has nothing to do with Fuxi Qin. It's all Zhu Jiuyin who is controlling the Avenue of Time.
The Avenue of Time flows, and the light blue ripples spread, pointing directly at the three corpses of Dong Wanggong!
Buzz!
The good corpse of Dong Wanggong waved the Pure Yang Ruler, and the three-foot void was burned. The Pure Yang protected itself and isolated the Avenue of Time from outside to ensure that it would not be affected by it.
Dong Wanggong's body stepped again, and the shadows of white lotus appeared in the void. When the white lotus appeared, everything was purified, and the Avenue of Time could not move forward at all.
As for his evil corpse, he held a Pure Yang Divine Sword, cut through the air and broke the void, and chopped the ripples.
Taiyi sacrificed the Chaos Bell.
Ding!
A golden ripple shook in all directions, and the entire thirty-three days shook for a moment.
Set!
Avenue of Time!
The evil corpse of Dong Wanggong stopped for a moment.
At this moment, a black hole opened in front of him!
Ding!
The crisp sound of the sword resounded through the world.
Di Jun held the Heavenly Emperor Sword and stabbed the evil corpse of Dong Wanggong in the heart.
The stagnant eyes of the evil corpse of Dong Wanggong resumed, and the red and orange sword in his hand was raised and horizontal, and the other hand pressed against the sword body beside the sword, and held it horizontally on his chest.
"Where did you get this sword of the emperor from?" The evil corpse of Dong Wanggong had a fierce light in his eyes, and the veins on his forehead bulged, and he roared in a low voice.
"I am the emperor of destiny!" Di Jun said coldly, put away the sword, and raised it.
Dong Wanggong dodged sideways, and the sword in his hand attached to the pure yang, burning with fire, and stabbed Di Jun in the heart.
The two of them countered each other's moves, one sword after another, and the void collapsed, the sky was dark, and the road was wailing!
Di Jiang directly faced the body of Dong Wanggong, and punched with a huge body of billions of feet. This punch was unmatched and opened and closed.
The white lotus manifested billions of paths, and the endless mysterious light was added to his body.
White light flashed, lotuses grew in the void, and Dong Wanggong's Pure Yang Avenue seemed so shabby in front of Dijiang.
Dijiang landed a heavy fist on the white lotus, causing the world to tremble and the evil spirit to sweep.
The next moment, he turned into a Taoist body, turned his fist into a palm blade, shattered billions of white lotuses, and rushed straight to Dong Wanggong's neck.
Dong Wanggong was shocked, and the Pure Yang Avenue was running to the extreme, combining with the white lotus, turning into thousands of red and orange fire lotuses.
The appearance of Pure Yang was fascinating and arousing.
The boundless evil spirit was burned out in an instant.
A wisp of Pure Yang fire was sucked into Dijiang's nostrils.
Dijiang felt a burst of heat, and his heart was burning with anger.
"Dong Wanggong! Die for me!" Dijiang shouted, and his black clothes burst open. His bronze skin was even more powerful under the light of the fire.
Dijiang's eyes were red, and the sound of his heartbeat was thumping non-stop. Its rhythm and sound affected countless people.
'This is the head of the ancestor witch? ’
Mo Qilin looked embarrassed, and he and Qingluan Zhulong silently ‘huddled’ in the corner.
Too scary!
The sound of the heartbeat alone had already made Mo Qilin lose all his fighting spirit.
But…
Mo Qilin looked at Qingluan, and his eyes seemed to say, can the Heavenly Court really defeat the Wu Clan?
Just the terrifying level of Dijiang made Mo Qilin regret coming out of the mountain after his death.
Fight with this thing? Are you going to die?
“Heh.” Zhulong sneered:
“Are you scared by this? Do you know the strength of Donghuang Taiyi?”
Zhulong looked at Taiyi who was killing people in the battlefield with deep eyes.
Golden armor, golden hair, Xuanhuang bell, blazing white fire.
This is, the Heavenly Court Donghuang!
Twenty-seven Qiyun Quasi-Saints could not get close to him, and three thousand Daluo Jinxian could not withstand a bell sound.