Honghuang: I am Hongyun, I like to be a good old man

Tai and his eldest brother are full of confidence, never expecting that it will be Di Jun, and even speak nonsense to Di Jiang.

"Haha, Dijiang, there is a saint who has fallen. If my guess is right, it should be Houtu."

"It must be like this, my elder brother killed Houtu, tsk tsk, the saint of your witch clan is dead..."

But before he finished speaking, a shadow with a pale face and scars all over his body appeared in the middle of the battlefield.

It's the back soil!

Seeing this, Di Jiang laughed wildly, and said, "Tai Yi, it was Di Jun who died, haha, the saints of our clan are back."

Tai Yi's expression changed suddenly.

But before he could say anything, a strong aura erupted from Houtu's body, causing everyone to be unable to stand still, and almost fell to the ground.

"We were deceived!"

The voice of the back soil sounded.

With full of anger.

With unparalleled sadness.

"Hongjun lied to us. He planned to kill the nine Jinwu princes. Kuafu was also killed by him. Everything was hindered by him."

"Not only that, he took advantage of my battle with Dijun to carry out a sneak attack, almost killed me, and controlled Dijun at the same time."

Face to face!

Discoloration in horror!

Even Tai Yi and Di Jiang were dumbfounded.

Unbelievable face.

Face full of disbelief.

Houtu smiled wryly, and waved his jade hand.

A khaki-colored mirror appeared, and the image in the mirror was clearly what had just happened in the Fire Cloud Palace.

Di Jun laughed wildly, and then blew himself up without hesitation. Chang Xi was in great pain, and his whole body was full of light, obviously wanting to blew himself up.

"Fellow Daoist Dijun is dead, I would rather die than be a slave, and I would rather die than let Hongjun's trickery succeed."

"Friend Taidao, withdraw your troops. Up until now, both of you and my clan have suffered losses..."

Ah!

Taiyi roared terribly.

Can't believe this is true.

His eyes were red, and tears of blood flowed down, in great pain.

"It's my fault, everything is my fault, brother, it's my fault."

The figure flashed.

He left the shocked and angry demons and rushed towards the Fire Cloud Palace.

"Brother, if you die, I will never live alone. Even if I can't kill Hongjun, I will make him pay the price."

Before the voice fell, the shadow had disappeared.

"Kill, kill Hongjun, avenge the Demon Emperor!"

Suddenly, someone screamed again.

It is the ghost car among the ten demon saints.

He has always been highly regarded by Di Jun, and he is loyal and devoted to Di Jun.

"Kill, kill Hongjun, avenge the Demon Emperor!"

Countless big monsters roared.

Led by the ghost car, they rushed towards the Fire Cloud Palace.

It's a horrible scene.

The sky was covered and the earth was shaken.

Even the aura of measuring calamity was stirred and rolled endlessly, showing signs of gradually dissipating.

Taiyi stared at Hongjun with a twisted smile all over his face.

The destructive light of the great sun on her body is like the last ray of bright color when the setting sun sets, gorgeous and beautiful, but full of death.

"Die, let's die together."

Rumble!

A violent explosion sounded!

Hongjun was stunned.

Trembling all over, the Fortune Jade Plate almost flew out of his hands.

Although the quasi-sage blew himself up, it would not be fatal.

But this power should not be underestimated, especially the Creation Jade Plate, which was hit hard again.

"Not good, the fortune jade plate has been severely damaged, and the six heavenly saints can no longer be controlled."

Shocked.

He quickly grabbed the good fortune jade plate, trying to recover as quickly as possible.

But as soon as he raised his head, a demon saint rushed over, the mid-level quasi-sage, but he blew himself up brazenly.

Immediately afterwards, one after another, the monster races crazily killed them.

There is no other trick.

No other nonsense.

Only one thing to do, and that is self-destruct.

All self-destruct!

Don't give up until Hongjun is killed!

Chapter 260 Hongjun became angry from embarrassment, the body of the nine ancestor witches died

"The monster race is crazy!"

Someone muttered to himself and said such a sentence.

It is Babel.

The good fortune jade plate was damaged, and he and Nu Wa immediately woke up.

I wanted to rush up, cover my head and face, and beat Hongjun hard, and it would be best if I could kill and seize the treasure.

But soon they discovered that there was no way to rush through.

Yaozu blew himself up too violently.

It's like committing mass suicide.

"It's really crazy, because they have a crazy boss, Di Jun and Tai Yi are all crazy."

Nuwa closed her eyes in pain, but she didn't stop her—although she was Emperor Wa, she didn't have much prestige among the demon clan.

On the contrary, it was Kunpeng, with his wings spread out, and the monsters who stopped him would continue to explode himself, shouting: "I am the demon master Kunpeng, now I order you to stop self-explosion immediately."

"Where is Bai Ze, where is Bi Fang, why don't you lead all the monsters back to the Great Desolate Continent?!"

"The death of the Demon Emperor and the death of the Eastern Emperor, my Kunpeng swears to the sky, I will definitely seek justice..."

Kunpeng is the third member of Yaozu.

This is the fact that Emperor Jun personally sealed it, and it is recognized by all the monster races.

Especially at this time, his orders are supreme, and no demon dares not to obey them.

Even Bai Ze, known as the head of the top ten demon saints, quickly bowed and tried his best to prevent his subordinates from continuing to explode.

Hongjun is miserable!

Even though he is the spokesperson of the Dao of Heaven, and his cultivation base is extremely advanced, but after being attacked by such a self-explosion, his face is yellowish and he is in a state of embarrassment.

What's even more frightening is that he sensed countless causes and effects, entangled above his head, and even covered up his great luck.

Of course, this is not the point.

The point is that the good fortune jade plate was injured, and he was unable to control it, and the six heavenly saints.

If they unite with Hongyun, their own life may be lost.

Fortunately, trembling, he took the fortune jade plate, and found that he could still control two saints.

Ready to mention!

Yuan Shi!

One of the two ways of the West.

One of the three Qings.

This is also a hostage in hand.

A hanging heart, put it back into the stomach for the time being.

He coughed lightly, and said: "Ahem, don't hold grudges against me, under the general trend of heaven, Hongyun will die."

"Then what, you are out of control, I will not continue to be a villain, but I must cooperate with Yuanshi and Zhunti to kill Hongyun."

"As long as you do it, I will be rewarded with a spirit treasure, a chaotic spirit treasure..."

Still not giving up? !

This is so crazy!

Hong Yun was angry and funny, and said angrily: "Hongjun, it's already at this time, and you are still obsessed with your obsession. Don't you want to save the last bit of face for yourself?!"

"Forget it, since you're tired of living, I'll send you on your way. As for the shortcomings of heaven, hmph, at worst, I'll make up for it!"

There is a deficiency in the way of heaven, and Hongjun makes up for it together.

From this aspect, Hongjun has made great contributions to the Great Desolate Continent, which is why he was recognized by the Dao of Heaven and became the spokesperson.

But it doesn't mean that he has to make up for the way of heaven, and the rest of the people can also match the way with their bodies if they have enough cultivation.

Especially at this time, he is entangled in karma, and his great luck has been covered up, and replaced without any effort.

Shocked.

He showed a frightened look, waved his hand quickly, and took out his last hole card.

A palace emitting purple light hangs above his head, wisps of purple light hang down, protecting him like an iron bucket.

"Hong Yun, don't think that you can do whatever you want with a treasure of chaos in your hand."

"This is the prehistoric world. What Heaven hates the most is the treasure of chaos. It is impossible for your chaotic orb to display the full power of the treasure of chaos."

"In other words, you can't kill me, hehe, you can't kill me now, and you won't be able to kill me in the future. The power of heaven is always with me..."

However, before he finished speaking, a loud roar that shook the sky suddenly rang out.

"Old man Hongjun, what did you do to my Houtu girl? I'm going to kill you, kill you."

It was Di Jiang.

He turned into the real body of the ancestral witch, like a yellow sac, red like a red fire, six-legged and four-winged, chaotic and faceless.

While the four wings were flapping, the power of space boiled, like countless heavy hammers, smashing hard at Hongjun.

Hongjun was already burning with anger, and was so enraged by the red cloud that he almost bit his back molars into pieces.

Seeing that the little Zuwu dared to provoke him at this moment, he couldn't help being furious.

Zixiao Palace turned slightly.

Dozens of streaks of purple light shot out, like sharp arrows of thunder, piercing Dijiang immediately.