Honghuang: I am a saint of the Dragon Clan

If you want to push, then don't push.

Except for Xu Feng and Nu Wa who have no established religion, no one else can escape.

After playing [-] boards each, Hongjun disappeared into the prehistoric world and returned to Zixiao Palace.

Here comes the good show.

At this moment, Xu Feng's expression froze.

"Leave the soul of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi and integrate it into the sun star to atone for the monster race."

"......"

Damn, why do you ask me to do this kind of thing?

Why don't you see me, Xu Feng, as a theatergoer?

Xu Feng was speechless.

Everyone in Hongjun had left, and he caused himself a problem.

"Go ahead."

Lao Tzu, who has been silent all this time, looks at the others. How dare others continue to push?

Qi Qi nodded, and the five saints shot together.

"Roar!!!"

Pangu's real body holding the Pangu ax was about to destroy the two demon emperors of the demon clan. At this time, five saints made a move, and five huge palms broke through the space and landed on Pangu's real body.

In the battlefield, the invincible Pan Gu's real body suddenly exploded.

Twelve figures flew out from inside, they were the twelve ancestor witches.

It's just that, except for the most powerful Houtu among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the faces of the others all looked pale, obviously over-exhausted.

The Great Formation of the Twelve Capitals of Gods and Demons is the territory of the witch clan, but the Twelve Ancestral Witches will not use it lightly.

The fundamental reason is that there is no way to control it after using it, and it consumes too much.

If the enemy cannot be killed, they are in danger.

Today, they were forced to use it by the monster race, but they didn't expect that the saint would show up and interfere.

Xu Feng pulled Nu Wa and left directly, staying away to avoid being scolded.

These twelve ancestor witches were existences that even Hongjun dared to scold, let alone other saints.

Besides, he and Nuwa didn't make any moves, so they didn't want to be affected.

"You saint, you are shameless!!!"

If not, Zhu Rong stood up from the ground, pointed at Sanqing, Jieyin, and Zhunti in the sky, and cursed a lot.

They were so angry that their faces were ashen, and they were speechless.

Because Zhu Rong was right.

You didn't make a move early, you didn't make a move later. Seeing that the monster clan is about to be wiped out, you came to interfere. What does this mean?

"How courageous!!! How dare you insult the saint!!!"

Yuanshi Tianzun jumped violently, raised his hand and hit Zhu Rong.

"boom!!!"

As soon as the giant hand containing the power of heaven and earth flew out, it was scattered by a bolt of lightning.

Yuanshi Tianzun frowned and looked at Xu Feng,

"Xu Feng, what do you mean?"

"It's almost enough, you and I shouldn't interfere with this matter, it's just that Pan Gu's real body is too powerful.

Don't you Yuanshi Yuanzun still want to kill the Twelve Patriarchal Witches? "

Xu Feng snorted and didn't give him any face.

Others are afraid of Yuanshi Tianzun, but Xu Feng is not.

If you have a personality, come to trouble me and see if I can't beat you to death.

"......"

Pulling a face, Yuanshi Tianzun hesitated again and again.

After all, he still failed to fight Xu Feng.

With a dark face, he left directly.

He could see that Xu Feng would not allow the saint to directly kill people from the two tribes of the Lich, even if he was scolded.

If so, why stay?

Waiting to be scolded?

Moreover, Zhu Rong was a mortal man, so fighting Xu Feng for him was not worth it at all.

Yuanshi Tianzun simply came out of sight and out of mind, and returned directly to Kunlun Mountain.

"Die!!!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches focused their attention on Sanqing and Jieying Zhunti, but the Yaozu people did not.

Now is the best time for them to counterattack.

Holding the witch-butcher sword in his hand, Di Jun looked like a sun god, shrouded in the real fire of the sun, and the witch-butcher sword slashed at Zhu Rong.

With a roar, Zhu Rong's arm and half of his shoulder were chopped off.

"Di Jun!!!"

A group of ancestral witches were furious and beat Di Jun. Di Jun laughed madly,

"Hetu Luoshu is here!!!"

It's just that what Dijun never expected was that Kunpeng, who seemed to be stupefied by fright, gritted his teeth, rolled up the Hetu Luoshu, turned around and ran towards Beihai.

This made Di Jiang's fist land on Di Jun.

"puff!!!"

"Kunpeng!!!"

Di Jun knew that Kunpeng was not a good thing, but he couldn't believe that Kunpeng dared to betray him at this time and ran away with his magic weapon!

At this time, he was exhausted, and he was constantly attacked by Dijiang, so he didn't even have the ability to recall Hetu Luoshu.

He could only watch helplessly as the magic weapon was taken away by Kunpeng, and he fell into an embarrassing situation without magic weapon defense.

"Brother!!!"

Tai was shocked and was about to come up to rescue Di Jun. Di Jun laughed and shouted:

"Go and kill that Zhu Rong!! Kill him!!!"

"......"

Looking at Di Jun who was about to fall into a state of madness, Taiyi gritted his teeth and rushed towards Zhu Rong.

Zhu Rong was seriously injured, and it was the best time to kill him.

"Hahaha, if you don't become a saint, you will end up as an ant. The so-called demon emperor is nothing more than mediocre. In the eyes of a saint, I am nothing more than an ant..."

"burst!!!"

Di Jun found it ironic.

He thought that if he wanted the Demon Emperor, the saint would not do anything to him.

The results of it?

If the sage wants to plot against him, he plots against him; if he wants to influence the war, he influences the war.

What kind of bullshit demon emperor, in the eyes of a saint, is still no different from an ant.

Nine out of ten sons died, and Di Jun was already disheartened.

Betrayed by Kunpeng again, his heart completely gave up.

There was no intention of resisting at all. The moment Dijiang and Jumang rushed up, they manifested their bodies, and a huge three-legged Golden Crow appeared. The three claws grabbed the two ancestor witches and blew themselves up.

"boom!!!!"

The whole prehistoric world vibrated, and the existence of the quasi-sage peak level self-destructed, and its power was not a joke.

"My emperor!!!"

Dijun blew himself up, and the remaining big monster let out a mournful cry.

The big monsters who had already been scared out of their wits were furious, and flew towards the ancestor witches one by one, and blew themselves up crazily, wanting to die together.

The monster clan is having a hard time, and you witch clan don't want to end up well either.

"Sigh~~~"

A look of sadness flashed in Nuwa's eyes, even so, she was frightened by the actions of Yaozu and these people.

too crazy.

Lao Tzu, Tong Tian, ​​Jie Yin, and Zhun Ti who did not leave were also dumbfounded.

They also didn't expect that Di Jun blew himself up when he said he blew himself up, and it also caused a chain reaction.

As a result, the other big monsters of the Yaozu blew themselves up, trying to drag the twelve ancestor witches into the water, and the people of the witch clan into the water.

At this time, these people were almost insane, and even some big monsters rushed directly into the battlefield of the two armies and blew themselves up, dragging countless people from the witch clan and monster clan to leave this world together.

It was as if a nuclear war had erupted in Honghuang, and terrifying explosions continued.

Headache........

One is crazier than the other.

Xu Feng waved his hand, and before Lao Tzu could react, the Wu Tu Sword fell into his hand.

"Brother!!!"

It’s okay if it’s just the monsters who blew themselves up, what’s even more frightening is that the Twelve Ancestral Witches also blew themselves up,

Seeing that they couldn't survive, Di Jiang and Zhu Rong would rather blow themselves up than be killed by the Yaozu.

[While writing this paragraph, Qianqian's heart is inexplicably sad!please hug~~]

Chapter 123

"I implore the Dragon Emperor to protect my sister."

At the critical moment, the people of the Lich and Demon Clans went crazy.

There is only one person who is still relatively sober, and that is Houtu.

She can't choose the same path as other Zuwu.

People of the Wu clan are used to domineering in the prehistoric area, and they have offended many people.

No one to look after, the end is absolutely miserable.

And Houtu didn't dare to blow himself up, otherwise the six reincarnations would cause big problems.

At that time, the rest of the Wu clan will die even worse.

She can't blew herself up, but she won't stop other ancestral witches from blew up, except Xuanming.

"enough."

Seeing Xuan Ming's eyes turned red, Xu Feng sighed.

A cloud of gray gas floated out of the Chaos Orb, engulfing Xuanming and dragging it into the primordial space.

The Yehuo Red Lotus that Houtu snatched from the ancestor Minghe not long ago was thrown away by Xu Feng, and the Yehuo Red Lotus became bigger, covering the Wu Clan.

Xu Feng's figure also disappeared in place, and said to Houtu:

"There is no one in the Wu clan who is afraid of death, but the Wu clan still needs to leave blood. Go, take the rest and return to the Six Realms of Reincarnation."