Honghuang: I am the first disciple of the Three Pure Ones, the gatekeeper of the Great Dao

Chapter 65: The Demon Saint falls, Kunpeng's path becomes wider!
"Too late!"

Suiren showed a grim smile, and in front of Bai Ze, Jiuying and other monsters, the strength under his feet continued to increase.

Ji Meng's head began to shatter, blood splattered everywhere, dyeing the ground bright red.

"No!"

Many demon giants shouted in horror.

Their faces were filled with fear.

But it was too late to save them.

"The demons slaughtered my people. Today I will kill the demon saint Ji Meng and use his head and soul to pay tribute to those innocent human compatriots who suffered."

"The power of martial arts, break!"

Next!

Amidst his almost uncontrollable roar, Suiren crushed Ji Meng's head completely with one foot.

The sky was blood red.

There was a heavy storm and thunder.

Waves of mournful cries were heard from the demon army, and the sound echoed between heaven and earth.

"This blood can't be wasted!"

"Ji Meng is a strong man at the peak of Quasi-Saint. His blood contains powerful energy that can help our human race temper their bodies and strengthen their blood and physique!"

Youchao's face was full of regret, and he put Ji Meng's body into his magic weapon.

Only a shallow trace of blood was left on the ground.

There was also a sea-warring steel fork that flashed with a cold light.

This precious innate spiritual treasure was originally the personal magic weapon of the demon saint Ji Meng. Unfortunately, he died at the hands of Suiren before he could use it.

When it comes down to it, it was because Ji Meng underestimated his opponent and underrated Suiren.

"The human race should strengthen itself!"

"mighty!"

Cangjie smiled brilliantly, and then activated three thousand human characters. A brilliant and strange scene unfolded on the sky, shining in the hearts of all human beings.

Thousands of people sang together to praise the might of Suiren.

"Your demon race has reached the end of its fate!"

"If you continue to harm the human race, the only thing waiting for you is death!"

Zulong looked calm, staring straight at the Demon King Fuxi. The two fought many times, but they could never decide the winner.

Indeed, it was not that Zulong’s Taoism was not sophisticated enough, but compared to Suiren, he lacked the two most precious treasures of humanity: the Martial Arts Tower and the Martial Arts Scripture.

Furthermore, Fuxi’s fighting power far exceeds that of Ji Meng!
As a top innate god and the elder brother of Nuwa, the saint of heaven, how could he be defeated easily?
"Don't use these words to scare me. I have personally experienced the war between the witches and liches, and witnessed the ferocity and strength of the twelve witch ancestors."

"I have as much experience as you do, so don't act like a senior in front of me."

"The death of Demon Saint Ji Meng alone did not cause any significant losses to my demon race and the demon court."

As he spoke, contempt flashed in Fuxi's eyes.

He didn't have much respect for Zulong.

In his eyes, an existence that had once died and was resurrected by relying on the weak human race was like a stray dog ​​and could not cause any big waves at all.

"It seems that you are really stubborn!"

"Suiren, since Fuxi is so unruly, please help me subdue him."

"I want to see, at this critical moment of life and death, can Fuxi still maintain his current arrogance?"

"The dragon roars and shakes the sky, the dragon flicks its tail!"

Zulong did not hesitate and rushed straight towards Fuxi.
Suiren followed closely behind, the Martial Arts Tower and the Martial Arts Sutra shone brightly, the chains of order and confinement were connected continuously, tightly sealing off the space around Fuxi.

"Fuxi, as the demon king, if you die, Nuwa and Dijun will be extremely sad, right?"

Suiren raised the corner of his mouth and started to fight with Fuxi personally.

The surging attack force seemed to be able to destroy everything.

Even if Fuxi sacrificed the Fuxi Qin and activated the laws of music, it would be difficult to resist the joint attack of Zulong and Suiren.

"Delusion, die!"

Fuxi showed no fear at all. The Fuxi Qin in his hand played endless Taoist sounds. The notes surged out like waves, and the ethereal breath contained fierce attacks.

The battle was extremely fierce, like a raging fire boiling oil. At the same time, Donghuang Taiyi and Yuanfeng were also fighting fiercely.

"The sun is real fire, burning everything!"

Endless flames spread like a disaster, as if the whole world was immersed in a sea of ​​fire.

Behind Donghuang Taiyi, the shadow of the three-legged golden crow appeared and disappeared from time to time.

The wings vibrated and the flames raged, as if they could burn the mountains and boil the sea.

"Nirvana Divine Fire!"

Yuan Feng moved her fingers slightly and waved her jade sleeves gently.

The colorful flames, carrying a profound Taoist rhyme, collide with the true fire of the sun.

The whole world seemed to be ignited by this heat, becoming hot and quiet.

The surrounding vegetation, mountains and rivers began to dry up and wither under the heat.

The aftermath of the battle was terrifying.

"This treasure is destined to belong to our human race!"

Youchao pushed away Bai Ze and Jiuying who were fighting with Yinglong, and took the opportunity to take Ji Meng's life-saving magic weapon, the Naohai Steel Fork, for himself.

This scene made the other demon saints furious, but they were helpless.

Time flies, passing by like a shuttle.

The war between the demons and humans lasted for a full hundred years.

Outside the human race’s ancestral land, blood dyed the sky bright red.

Many powerful men were caught in a melee, and the energy of the calamity was surging.

This battle attracted the attention of all races and powerful people, and everyone gained different insights and opportunities from it.

And at Mount Buzhou.

Pangu Temple is tall and majestic, standing amidst the chaos.

The space of billions of miles around is covered by evil spirit and mysterious light. Within this range, the destiny of the world is in chaos, and it is difficult for any living creature to spy on the secrets of the witch clan.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, what do you think of the demon race's attack on the human race?"

The ancestor of space wizards, Emperor Jiang, asked Taoist Hongyun.

For hundreds of years, Taoist Hongyun and Patriarch Kunpeng have been guests of the Wu Clan and have never left Mount Buzhou.

Because they possess primordial spirits, their sensitivity to the situation may be even stronger than the Twelve Ancestral Witches, so Di Jiang wants to hear Taoist Hongyun's opinion.

Taoist Hongyun pondered for a moment and said, "On the surface, the demon court launched a large-scale attack, and the human race seemed to have no ability to resist. However, in fact, the human race's foundation is not weaker than the demon race at all."

"Just these three great powers, Zulong, Yuanfeng and Zhuque, are enough to make the Demon Court feel troubled!"

"Not to mention that the human race has the support of the entire human religion and Taiqing Laozi behind it!"

"We need to have a long-term vision when looking at things. I can conclude that the human race has the Three Pure Ones behind it. Any force that is unfavorable to the human race will face a catastrophic disaster!"

"The decision is up to you, Fellow Daoist Dijiang!"

Taoist Hongyun had a smile on his face, but his tone was extremely serious.

Since he got rid of the shackles of cause and effect karma, his thinking has become clearer, and he has a new understanding of Cang Xuan and the entire Xuanmen.

His words instantly sparked heated discussions among the crowd.

At this moment, Kunpeng also expressed his thoughts.

"I have been thinking about whether it is possible to establish some kind of causal relationship with the human race."

"In this way, I may be able to take this opportunity to travel with the Three Pure Ones and the giant ship of Xuanmen."

“Who knows, one day, Heavenly Dao and Hongjun Daozu might show favor to me and give me the opportunity to directly refine the Hongmeng Purple Qi.”

“And then attaining sainthood, that would be wonderful!”

Kunpeng scratched his head as he spoke, and a rare, honest smile appeared on his usually gloomy face.

Ever since he left the demon clan and the demon court, he felt a sense of ease and freedom he had never felt before.

What is surprising is that it was this decision that opened up a whole new situation for his spiritual practice.

One of his feet has already stepped into the threshold of becoming a saint.

(End of this chapter)