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 fell.

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..."

"No problem!" Zhulong retracted his frozen face and continued:

"Emperor Ziwei fights two, the rest, without the four great witch ancestors, 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 him, 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 quasi-saints of luck fought on their own.

Three quasi-saints of luck and one quasi-saint of three corpses, 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 void ripples 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 Banner.

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 asked in confusion.

"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, that's all right.

"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!

It's just...

"Daoyou Dijun." Xihe said with a slightly unnatural expression:

"If so, 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, adding a bit of clarity.

"No reward is needed, Daoyou Dijun has already given the biggest reward."

"Hahahahaha." Dijun laughed a few times:

"You two Daoyous really made me suffer by hiding it, and it can be regarded as you two Daoyous painstaking. Daoyous rest assured, I will do my best to help you with the matter of the Qiongguan formation."

"Let's make progress together." 'Daoyou Ziwei' waved his hand and chuckled:

"There are some plans to discuss with Daoyous later."

"You can talk about it, fellow Daoist."

"Well... the whole story is a bit long. In short, it is to govern the world, sort out the world, and make it prosperous. Only in this way can we live up to the name of 'Emperor of Heaven'."

"Good." Emperor 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 21st level or below. The Queen Mother of the West has been repelled by Daoist Baichuan, and thousands of dragons, Daluo and Daluo Perfection have suffered heavy casualties.

"My sister has taken action in the other levels, and Sixteen and her husband, Kong Xuan and others have taken action. They are all fine."

"Good!" Emperor Jun nodded:

"Thank you all for your help, but I won't give you any reward this time. How about it?"

"That's right." Fuxi nodded: "Daoyou has already given the biggest reward."

After speaking, Fuxi withdrew his mind directly, and Ziwei Taoist returned to his original state again.

"Second brother, take the sword for me. "Emperor Jun looked forward and said.

"Brother, the sword is on you." Taiyi said a little embarrassedly.

Emperor 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!

Emperor Jun didn't know much, he only knew that this sword was the treasure of the Three Heavens in the past, 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 Emperor Jun.

The great way of the emperor is in full view.

Emperor Jun held the magic sword, and his majesty and domineering appearance caused the battlefield to stagnate for a moment.

"Dong Wanggong, today is the day you must die! "Emperor Jun said softly.

One step into the void, the sky shattered into pieces!

Emperor Jun bent his legs slightly and stepped suddenly.

The void collapsed for billions of miles, stretching endlessly.

Emperor Jiang turned his head, and a black hole in the void stood directly in front of Emperor Jun.

Emperor Jun understood and drove straight in with the Emperor Sword in hand.

A light blue ripple echoed, and time stopped at this moment!

Zhu Jiuyin appeared and stood beside Taoist Ziwei:

"Daoyou, I heard that you have a zither?"

Taoist Ziwei was slightly startled, then smiled:

"You also want to convince people with reason?"

"No, I just want to try it, but whatever magic treasure I use is no different from ordinary things."

Taoist Ziwei took out the Fuxi Qin directly:

"Try it at will."

"Thank you. "Zhu Jiuyin chuckled, then took the Fuxi Qin.

He stroked the Qin body, and the Avenue of Time attached to it, and swept it gently.

The sound waves spread, and above these sound waves, time stopped wherever they passed!

Well, it has nothing to do with the Fuxi Qin, it was Zhu Jiuyin who was controlling the Avenue of Time on his own.

The Avenue of Time flowed, and the light blue ripples spread, pointing directly at the three corpses of Dong Wanggong!

Buzz!

The 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.

The main body of Dong Wanggong stepped again, and the shadows of white lotus appeared in the void. When the white lotus appeared, all things were purified, and the Avenue of Time could not move forward at all.

As for the evil corpse, he held a pure Yang divine sword, slashed through the air, and shattered the waves.

Taiyi sacrificed the Chaos Bell.

Ding!

A golden wave rippled in all directions, and the entire thirty-three heavens shook for a moment.

Fixed!

Avenue of Time!

The evil corpse of the Eastern King stopped for a moment.

At this moment, a black hole opened in front of him!

Ding!

The crisp sound of the sword rang through the world.

Di Jun held the Heavenly Emperor Sword and stabbed the heart of the evil corpse of the Eastern King.

The stagnant eyes of the evil corpse of the Eastern King resumed, and the red and orange sword in his hand was raised and horizontal, and the other hand pressed against the sword body on the side of the sword and held it horizontally on his chest.

"Where did you get this emperor's sword?" The evil corpse of the Eastern King had a fierce look in his eyes, veins on his forehead bulged, and he roared in a low voice.

"I am the emperor of destiny! "Emperor Jun said coldly, put away his sword, and raised it.

Dong Wanggong dodged sideways, the tip of the sword in his hand attached to the pure yang, burning with fire, and stabbed Di Jun's heart with a sword.

The two countered each other's moves, one sword after another, hitting the void and collapsing, the sky was dark, and the road was wailing!

Emperor Jiang directly faced Dong Wanggong's body, and punched with his 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.

The white light flashed, the lotus grew in the void, and Dong Wanggong's pure yang road appeared in front of Emperor Jiang. It was so tattered.

Dijiang landed a heavy fist on the white lotus, causing the world to tremble and the evil spirit to sweep across.

The next moment, he transformed into a Taoist body, and his fist became a palm blade, breaking millions of white lotuses and rushing 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.

When the Pure Yang appeared, it was fascinating and arousing.

The boundless evil spirit was burned away in an instant.

A wisp of the Pure Yang fire was inhaled into Dijiang's nostrils.

Dijiang felt a burst of heat, and anger burned in his heart.

"Dong Wanggong! Die for me!" Dijiang shouted, his black clothes burst open, and his bronze skin looked even more majestic under the light of the fire.

Dijiang's eyes were red, and his heartbeat was thumping non-stop. Its rhythm and sound affected countless people.

'Is this the head of the ancient witches? '

Mo Qilin looked embarrassed, and he and Qingluan Zhulong silently 'curled up' in the corner.

Too scary!

Just the sound of the heartbeat made Mo Qilin lose the will to fight.

But...

Mo Qilin looked at Qingluan, and his eyes seemed to say, can the Heavenly Court really beat the witch clan?

Just because of the terrifying level of Dijiang, Mo Qilin regretted coming out of the mountain after his death.

Fight with this thing? Do you want to die?

"Heh." Zhulong sneered:

"Are you scared like 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 Donghuang of Heaven!

Twenty-seven quasi-saints of luck could not get close to him, and three thousand Daluo Jinxian could not withstand the sound of a bell.