Hong Huang: I, Di Jiang, will never be robbed!

Chapter 20: The Furious Yuanshi
[Ding, Yuanshi has arrived, the mission is over. ]

Dijiang, who was deep in cultivation, couldn't help but open his eyes.

"I see!!"

With Dijiang's current mastery of the twelve laws, he can easily figure out what happened in the prehistoric land with just a casual calculation.

"The Wu Clan has changed, and now the prehistoric world is also beginning to change."

Dijiang was extremely happy.

If they can maintain this, the witch clan will never perish, but will only get better and better.

As for the prehistoric times?

There was a look of frightened murderousness in Dijiang's eyes.

But before that, he still had to fool Yuanshi again.

"My fellow Taoists, after thousands of years of practice, how are you doing now?"

Still the meeting hall, still the same seats.

Twelve incarnations replaced the ancient witches and came out to meet the Yuanshi Saint.

"I have to thank the Three Pure Ones for this. In the past thousand years, I have made further progress and mastered 50% of the laws of space."

"Haha, me too. Fellow Daoist Sanqing's elixir is so wonderful that I almost became intoxicated by it."

"I already have the elixir, why bother practicing slowly?"

"Yes, Saint Yuanshi, if you give me another 100 million Tiansha Refining Pills, I promise that I can cultivate to the late stage of Quasi-Saint. By then, killing the demons will be as easy as chopping melons and vegetables."

"Tian Wu's aptitude is too poor. I only need 8,000 Datongtian Pills to ensure that Di Jun's head is taken off."

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The incarnations of the Twelve Ancestral Witches started talking nonsense, but they didn't care about Yuanshi's feelings at all.

At the beginning, these ancient witches could still speak some human language.

But when he talked about the latter part, Yuanshi's eyes twitched wildly.

One hundred million, eight thousand?

Do you really think that elixirs are so easy to make?

And even if you cultivate to the late stage of quasi-saint, how can you possibly defeat Di Jun and Tai Yi who hold the River Map and Luo Shu and the Chaos Bell.

"Those weapons are good, but they are still too light and not sharp enough. Saint Yuanshi, I have an unsolicited request. How about increasing the weight of my Sky-Slaying Spear by a trillion pounds and adding some innate evil spirits into it?"

"I want one too. I heard that Saint Yuanshi is an expert in refining equipment. This small request should be easy to satisfy."

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"I think that, apart from the Three-foot Sword Technique, the other fighting skills are not very good, and they are not in line with the Wu clan's life-or-death fighting style at all."

"Yes, yes, I think so too. Yuanshi Saint, why don't you give us a few more fierce fighting skills? Otherwise, how can we improve our strength?"

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Yuanshi has seen every combat skill.

Although he disdained the fighting skills of the Wu clan, Tongtian did put his heart into it.

Especially the Three-foot Sword Technique, he was also moved at that time.

He even matched this sword technique with the Nine Revolutions Profound Art for his future guardian of the Chan sect.

But what about now? ?

The twelve ancient witches became more and more outrageous as they spoke.

There is also death without life.

If there is really no life but death, you would not be hiding in Pangu Hall now.

Yuanshi's eyes were now terrifyingly gloomy.

He swore.

Since he became a sanctifier, no one has dared to be so presumptuous in front of him.

"enough!!"

A roar.

Filled with holy power, it directly blew the Twelve Ancestral Witches away.

Lao Tzu is profound, broad-minded and open-minded.

Yuanshi was a very shy person, commonly known as a narrow-minded person.

I have suffered so much anger, but I have been able to endure it until now.

This is very respectful to the Lich King.

"You are not worthy of being a strategist!!!"

"You are a bunch of unruly men who have no guts. I wonder how you have the nerve to call yourself the authentic Pangu sect."

“If Pangu knew that his blood and essence gave birth to you unlucky creatures, I’m afraid even the coffin lid of the avenue would not be able to suppress his wrath.”

Yuanshi cursed and finally left in anger.

Came three times.

Not once was I satisfied.

Even the thing that the three brothers spent a hundred years on was thrown away without return.

The essential.

Look at their faces.

And he looked disgusted.

What are you, the witch clan?
What is it?
Daring to despise the gift from the saint is simply treason.

Yuanshi didn't dare to stay here any longer.

He was afraid that Dao Xin would not be able to control himself and would kill them all.

"Hmph, you're fast."

Dijiang, who was hiding in the dark, came out. Yuanshi's murderous intention could be concealed from his incarnation and the other eleven witch ancestors.

But how could I hide it from him?

Now Dijiang has completely refined Pangu Palace and is in tune with his own mind.

This is the skull of the great god Pangu.

In addition to being indestructible, it also possesses many mysterious abilities.

Such as sensing malicious intent.

Sensing Yuanshi's murderous intent, how could Dijiang tolerate him?

If Yuanshi had paused for even a moment.

Pangu Palace and Liantian Coffin directly greeted him.

The thirty-fifth heaven, the realm of Taiqing.

"I'm so angry, I'm so angry!!!"

"It's just brainless garbage."

As soon as Yuanshi came back, he roared angrily.

"what happened?"

Taiqing was very old and frail, with his eyes closed and not saying a word.

Instead, Tongtian looked at Yuanshi with curiosity.

How many years has it been?

The three brothers have been together for trillions of years, and he hasn't seen Yuanshi lose his temper for a long time.

And it's simply unbelievable that someone is so angry and frustrated like this.

"What's going on? What else could it be?"

"Don't you like doing this job?"

"Why did you give up halfway?"

Yuanshi glared at Tongtian unhappily.

“Yuanshi!!”

Tongtian, who suffered an unexpected disaster, will not tolerate Yuanshi.

But before he could open his mouth, Saint Taiqing opened his eyes.

"Third brother, I'm not targeting you."

"It's the witch tribe. They are so shameless!!"

Yuanshi took a deep breath and told the story of the Wu clan.

"That's it?"

After listening to this, Saint Taiqing glared at Yuanshi.

"Brother, they don't understand etiquette and the way of life. What else can you say to them?"

When Yuanshi heard this, he immediately got furious.

"Okay, put away your temper."

"We must complete the tasks assigned by the teacher."

Saint Taiqing stood up and said, "You all stay here. I'll go check on the Wu Clan."

Wild land.

"This is not a solution!!"

Kunpeng looked towards the River Styx.

Both of them are famous figures among the three thousand worldly beings. The reason they didn't become saints before can only be blamed on bad luck.

But now the opportunity is right in front of us, if we don’t fight for it.

What is the great way to seek?
"What can you do??"

Minghe was naturally unwilling to accept this.

"If the Saint doesn't come out, it will be just a matter of time for us to conquer the East!!"

"Aren't you talking nonsense?"

Hearing what Kunpeng said, Minghe rolled his eyes.

"There are saints in the East, and there are saints in the West as well."

Kunpeng took a deep breath.

He knew that the path to sainthood was itself a path of corpses.

Especially now with the saints hanging over our heads, if we don’t have a bit of courage, this will be the end of our life.

"You're thinking?"

"Yes, the snipe and the clam are fighting each other."

"You dare to plot against them, you're going to die!!"

Minghe glanced around and immediately used his magic power to try to conceal the secret.

"Don't worry, my Heavenly Demon Transformation Banner has the ability to conceal the secrets of heaven."

“Add to that the Heavenly Demon Mysterious Evil Formation. As long as they don’t actively deduce it, they won’t be able to detect it.”

Seeing the appearance of the Styx, Kunpeng felt disdainful in his heart.

With such courage, you still dare to fight for the primitive land.

No wonder the Blood God Son had 1.298 billion people. It turns out that fear of death is innate.

In this way, Kunpeng felt more at ease.

If you cooperate with such people, you will be the only one who wins in the end.

(End of this chapter)