The beginning of the wilderness accepts Styx as godson

"Have we gone too far, Master?"

Kunpeng looked at Gonggong who was being dragged away by Houtu, with a look of unbearable expression.

Gonggong's eyes were dull, his mouth was drooling, and he twitched from time to time.

Compared with his mental state, his bruised nose and swollen face are no longer important.

After fighting with Gonggong for so many years, Kunpeng felt a little sad when he saw this scene suddenly.

Yang Li said earnestly: "If the method is not ruthless, how will the effect be achieved? We are not doing bad things."

Kunpeng hesitated for a moment and asked, "Isn't it?"

Yang Li was so angry that he knocked Kunpeng's head again, "The villain is just a disguise. Our purpose is to make the ancestor witches unite and help others. How can it be called a bad thing?"

"You're right!" Kunpeng was convinced.

"Get ready, the next one, what is Tianwu called, Houtu said this guy is very smart, we have to be careful."

"it is good."

Kunpeng knew that Tianwu was the ancestral witch of the wind, not only smart, but also very fast, if he didn't pay attention, there might be troubles.

Of course, the premise is that the sage does not use spells, otherwise Tian Wu will not be able to escape no matter how light he is.

There was another whistling sound in the abyss, this time it was the sound of violent wind.

Yang Li stared closely at the front, where a tornado was forming.

A moment later, in the eyes of the phoenix, a tall figure appeared out of thin air. Yang Li rushed over with quick eyesight, grabbing the other party's collar and shouting:
"You are Tian Wu? I'll ask you if you can resist beating!"

Although Tian Wu was tall, but with a handsome face, he didn't look like a sorcerer, but rather a handsome young man. As expected, he was worthy of Houtu's evaluation of a smart man. He found that the collar was grabbed, and his witch power seemed to be blocked. Answer: "I'm not Tian Wu! I don't resist beating!"

"It's not Tianwu?" Yang Li nodded, and said to Kunpeng next to him, "I caught the wrong person, what should I do?"

Kunpeng was very cooperative and came up with an idea: "It's not appropriate to let go, just kill him and bury him."

Yang Li said "Oh", "It makes sense!"

Tian Wu was in a hurry, and hurriedly said, "I'm not mistaken, I am Tian Wu!"

"What evidence do you have?" Yang Li squinted at him.

"Let me down first." Tian Wu's face was flustered, but his heart was still calm. As long as he was let down, he would transform into a breeze, invisible and matterless, and no one would be able to catch him. "I'll use my unique magic to prove it."

Gone with the wind, very exclusive.

Yang Li rolled his eyes, "Playing tricks with me? Xiao Hui, come on, beat me up together!"

There were bursts of shrill screams, unlike Gong Gong who passed out directly, Yang Li and Xiao Hui avoided the vital points, although the beating was ruthless, they still didn't faint.

As clever as a celestial witch, he never thought that one day, he would feel that he might as well pass out!

In the distance, Hou Tu listened to the wailing sound that resounded through the abyss, crouched on the ground trembling, and kept muttering: "I am for the good of the Wu Clan...I am for the good of the Wu Clan."

In the abyss, I don't know the time, I can't tell how long, Tian Wu's screams finally stopped.

Horrified, Hou Tu slowly walked over to lead Tian Wu.

"This kind of guy looks like a little boy, and he values ​​face the most. Beating him out of shape and changing his face will definitely irritate him."

Yang Li was imparting experience to Kunpeng, Kunpeng kept nodding his head, and transformed into a small notebook, holding notes.

On the ground, Tian Wu had swollen into a ball. He was originally handsome, but now he was mixed with wild boars, and no one could tell him apart.

"Sister Houtu, are you here? Sit down for a while?"

Houtu's face turned pale, and he froze on the spot, pinching the lapels of his clothes with both hands, feeling uneasy, "After you're done...you can sit down after you're done."

"That's fine, then we must have a good exchange of feelings." Yang Li smiled happily, and still likes this lovely young lady Houtu.

"How is it? Does the villain I play look like?"

Houtu blurted out, "It's so similar! It's exactly the same!"

Yang Li scratched his head in embarrassment, "Hey, is that right? Why do I feel that there are still many shortcomings, and I want to work harder."

"No, no, no, just like this, you can even relax a little more."

"Okay then, who's next?"

"Di Jiang, the head of the twelve ancestor witches, the space ancestor witch, is the strongest."

After a long time, Yang Li looked at the sorcerer on the ground and asked doubtfully, "Is this the strongest?"

Kunpeng was a little scared, stood a little far away, and said timidly: "The main thing is that you wait for him to come out and break his limbs directly, so he can't do anything."

"After all, I'm the strongest. I'm too weak. If I'm not ruthless, it will be bad if something happens. I don't want to break his limbs." Yang Li said excitedly.

"You are right!"

"The strongest Emperor Jiang is like this. I feel that I don't need to take action on the rest. Xiao Hui, when they come out, you can sneak attack."

Kunpeng's face turned pale, and he hurriedly said, "Master, you should at least give me a punch first."

Every ancestral witch is stronger than the quasi-sage, and it is not so easy for him to clean up one by one.

But it was different after the saint punched him. He had long discovered that the saint's ability was very strange. As long as he attacked the opponent, the opponent would not be able to use any mana.

"Okay." Yang Li thought for a while, and said with a smile: "That's right, the twelve ancestor witches are all big men, so take this opportunity to stamp them all!"

"Here we come, this time, it's Shebishi!"

There was a ghostly aura in the dark, and Yang Li was startled when he saw that the witch man appeared like a ghost, and couldn't help but put stamps on both of the other's eye sockets.

"Boom!"

"Hey! Who beat me, grandpa?" She Bishi roared angrily.

Yang Li laughed when he heard that, "Forget it, Xiao Hui, I'll do it myself!"

After another long time.

"Grandpa, please let your grandson go!" She Bishi lay on the ground, crying bitterly.

……

Wu Qiangliang, the ancestor of thunder, Wu Xizi, the ancestor of electricity, Wu Jumang, the ancestor of wood...

Until the end, the sky began to drizzle, washing away the abyss that was faintly smelling of blood.

A beautiful woman in a blue dress with a cold temperament appeared in midair.

"Where is this? Where are the people who summoned me?"

Xuan Ming suddenly changed color, raised his eyebrows, and turned around to return to the turbulent space.

At this time, a thick and powerful hand wrapped around her slender waist.

"Little sister, it's raining so hard, where are you going? Can I take you home?"

A damp and hot breath came from the ear, and someone was talking close to Xuan Ming's ear.

She turned pale with anger, and planned to mobilize her witch power to summon the rain of evil spirits and turn the offended man into fly ashes, but she found that she couldn't use any power at this time.

The body was stiff, and when he felt that the arm was exerting more force, wrapping around his waist, Xuan Ming was angry and annoyed, his face flushed faintly.

"Yo? Are you blushing?"

"Look up and let me see clearly."

"Quick! Let me be healthy!"