Chapter 341: Dong Wanggong Escapes, the Immortal Palace Collapses

"We are not doing this for you, we want to avenge our sister Hou Tu!"

"A mere Dong Wang Gong dares to provoke my witch clan!"

Zhu Rong couldn't help but interrupt.

What happened today really pissed him off!

Di Jiang looked at his brother with a helpless look in his eyes.

It could have been an opportunity to repay the Emperor of Heaven.

Zhu Rong said this, but he took the initiative to seek revenge.

Di Jun didn't ask them at all.

"Whatever, I just want to see Dong Wang Gong's body."

Di Jun raised his mouth.

He was still a little afraid of Dong Wang Gong.

Not afraid of him, but afraid of Luo Hou in his body.

What will this demon ancestor do?

Di Jun couldn't help looking up at the sky.

Perhaps Dao Zu understood it best, but he didn't know if he was willing to explain it.

After the many witch ancestors agreed, they said goodbye and left.

In Zixiao Palace, Dao Zu Hongjun opened his eyes, revealing a sense of helplessness in his eyes.

He had already felt the death of Dong Wanggong.

It was complete, even his true spirit was devoured.

There was no chance of reincarnation.

This world completely lost his trace.

Maybe there will never be a congenital great god called Dong Wanggong in the future!

"Why bother."

"Why bother."

Hongjun Laozu sighed lightly.

With a slight movement of his fingers, a long river of time rushed from the void at his fingertips.

The sound of rushing water was the gathering of the law of time.

Hongjun Daozu pulled with his fingers, and an illusory figure flew out of it.

If you look closely, this figure actually seems to be Dong Wanggong!

"I will return your original appearance after thousands of generations, go!"

Hongjun Daozu waved his hand, and the phantom flew to the six reincarnations in the netherworld.

Hou Tu is not here now, and no one noticed it.

In addition, this was the work of Daozu himself.

Besides Di Jun, who else could have noticed it?

With the order of the Heavenly Court, many races in the prehistoric world have begun to sharpen their knives towards the Immortal Court.

From Fu Yuanxianweng down, everyone in the Immortal Court was terrified.

But Dong Wanggong had not shown up since he returned to the Immortal Court.

For a while, the immortals were worried, but they didn't dare to run away.

Some time ago, Mr. Nan Guo was a lesson.

But no one was sure to deal with such a behemoth as the Heavenly Court.

For a while, the immortals didn't know why, but just asked Fu Yuanxianweng for help.

Hoped he would go and investigate.

Fu Yuanxianweng came to the outside of the Yimu Temple.

Looking at the Ruixia Wandao Hall, he hesitated again and again, but gritted his teeth and prepared to go in.

"Emperor, I want to see you!"

Fu Yuanxianweng bowed deeply and shouted loudly towards the temple.

After a quarter of an hour, there was still no response from inside.

He gritted his teeth and called again, but still no answer.

Gritting his teeth, Fu Yuanxianweng had to go in.

But what surprised him was that the temple was completely empty, without a single person.

"Is the emperor gone?"

"Did he run away?"

"What should we do then?"

Fu Yuanxianweng was completely stunned.

He didn't expect that the emperor would be scared away by Di Jun's order.

Thinking that there were so many eyes staring at him outside, Fu Yuanxianweng gritted his teeth.

Now they had to go their separate ways, otherwise who could deal with the emperor?

Fu Yuanxianweng came out.

Many gods were waiting outside the temple.

Seeing him come out, a hint of expectation flashed in their eyes.

Expecting him to bring good news.

"The emperor has already run away!"

"Everyone, let's part ways in peace."

After saying that, Fu Yuanxianweng didn't care so much and directly urged the escape light to fly towards the sky.

He was a quasi-saint, and his goal was quite big.

How dare he stay here?

The immortals' brains almost exploded.

They didn't expect it to be like this.

The Emperor has already escaped, what should they do?

"Run!"

Someone shouted again, and the immortals turned into stars and scattered like birds and beasts.

The luck condensed on the Three Immortal Islands also exploded directly, turning into a mass of turbulence.

It was absorbed by the major races in the heavens.

But more of it still flowed to the Heavenly Court.

The Heavenly Court was like a giant, swallowing up all the luck in the world.

It was stronger than the saints!

The Immortal Court Dong Wanggong escaped, and the immortals scattered like birds and beasts.

This news spread like a meteor.

For a while, all the great masters in the heavens looked at each other in bewilderment.

The chat channel of the prehistoric world also exploded.

[I didn't expect the majesty of the Emperor of Heaven to be so powerful that he destroyed a great dynasty that had been established for hundreds of thousands of years with just one order! ]

[Heaven and earth are one against three, and the saints are no match. Dong Wanggong is so bold that he dares to provoke the Emperor of Heaven. ]

[That's right! Now, with one order, all the tribes in the prehistoric world are attacking together. Wouldn't he run away and wait for death? ]

[He is unlucky enough. The Emperor of Heaven sealed Hou Tu, and he came to attack her right after. Not to mention that Hou Tu was sealed by the Emperor of Heaven, the twelve ancestors of the witch clan alone are enough to make him suffer. ]

[It is said that he has inherited Luo Hou's legacy. The last time he attacked Kunlun Mountain, he used Luo Hou's secret treasure. ]

[No wonder, he turned into a demon. ]

The immortals talked about it and criticized Dong Wang Gong verbally and pensly.

They were extremely flattering to the Heavenly Court.

Eleven ancestor witches came to the East China Sea.

I thought it would be a tough battle, but I didn't expect it to be a waste of time.

Looking at the light flowing in the first three islands in front of me, they just lost the luck they had at the beginning.

The immortals also fled cleanly.

The ancestor witches just felt that they punched into the air.

"Brother, destroy this place and vent your anger for sister Hou Tu."

Qiangliang spoke in a muffled voice, with lightning flashing in his words.

"What's the point of venting your anger."

"If you don't kill this beast, he will appear again in the future."

Zhu Rong sneered.

"What can you do if you can't find him?"

Gonggong sneered.

"Then keep looking, search the entire prehistoric world, and don't let him escape."

"Pass down the order, let all the men act together."

Dijiang didn't wait for the two ancestor witches to quarrel, and gave the order directly.

He was also ruthless.

Use all the power that can be used to find Dong Wanggong.

"Then these islands in front of us..." Rushou had some ideas.

The three islands were created when the chaos fragments fell into the prehistoric world when the prehistoric world was created.

They have the luck of heaven and earth, and can also condense the three-light holy water.

That is a kind of holy water.

It can bring the dead back to life and make the dead flesh and bones alive.

He wanted to possess it.

"We have received a lot of benefits from the Emperor of Heaven, and these islands are located on the sea, not under the jurisdiction of Sister Hou Tu."

"Send them to the Emperor of Heaven, which is also a way of repaying him."

Di Jiang thought about it and decided to borrow flowers to offer to Buddha.

Take the property of Dong Wanggong and give it to Di Jun as a gift.

It can repay Di Jun's kindness to some extent.

"This is a benefit."

"Not bad."

"This island is also extraordinary, and it is also a good gift for the Emperor of Heaven."

"Very good."

Several ancestor witches agreed.

Their base camp is in Buzhou Mountain.

The three islands on the sea are too far away. (End of this chapter)