Prehistoric: Senior Brother Xuanmen

One is two feet tall, with a burly body, holding a six-foot-long precious fan, and he is the demon saint Fei Lian.

A person with a graceful figure and an extremely beautiful appearance, dressed in a light blue silk woven robe, stood quietly aside, playing with a green jade hairpin in his hand, he was the demon saint Shangyang.

Good guy!

Five demon saints came at once, plus Donghuang Taiyi holding a chaotic clock, there were six quasi-sages.

Patriarch Minghe and Xuan Chengzi looked at each other, and they both saw the urge to escape from each other's eyes.

Chapter 161 Besieged by the quasi-sage, I can only choose to shake people

How stupid!

All of a sudden came six quasi-sages and great powers!

Xuan Chengzi looked expectantly in the direction of Buzhou Mountain.

When will those ancestral witches arrive?

It was already halfway through the night, and the two Liches should have known that the other side was also slaughtering the human race to collect holy blood. The two sides were tantamount to competing with each other in this matter.

Whoever can conquer Shouyang Mountain will be able to collect more holy blood.

Including the iron demon saint who was suppressed in the Nether Blood Sea, seven quasi-sages and great powers have come from the demon clan. Why hasn't one of the ancestor witches showed up yet?

Have they collected enough holy blood?

Even if the collection is enough, shouldn't we try to stop the Yaozu by every means?

In Xuan Chengzi's original vision, the two clans of liches should center on Shouyang Mountain and fight for the holy blood.

The quasi-holy-level combat forces of the two sides fought against each other, refusing to give in to each other.

In this way, at most one or two can appear in Shouyang Mountain.

But now, six quasi-sages and great powers suddenly appeared, and they were all from the Yaozu side.

This made Xuan Chengzi couldn't help but want to ask, do the ancestor witches of the Wu clan eat dry food?

……

Inside the Pangu Hall, a group of ancestor witches gathered together.

Dijiang Zuwu looked straight in the direction of Shouyang Mountain, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Standing aside, Zhu Rong Zuwu asked anxiously: "How is the situation?"

Dijiang Ancestral Witch said seriously: "As we expected before, Xuanchengzi is guarding Shouyang Mountain, and the ancestor Minghe is also helping him. They have already suppressed the Iron Demon Saint. If there is no accident, It will be completely refined within a thousand years..."

Because of the intermarriage between many human races and witch races, the witch races know more about human races than monster races.

They knew very well that the human race had a guardian, and through various clues, they guessed that this guardian was Xuan Chengzi.

So, when they learned that the monster clan was attacking Shouyang Mountain, all the ancestor witches unexpectedly chose to stand on the sidelines.

Only a dozen or so great witches were sent to lead the warriors of the Wu tribe to wander around the periphery of Shouyang Mountain, leveling down a tribe of individuals to collect and refine holy blood.

"This fellow has finally been suppressed!"

Zhu Rong Zuwu laughed loudly, "He yells the loudest every time, and he really runs the fastest when fighting! I have long wanted to kill him!"

Gonggong Zuwu frowned, and scolded: "Don't make noise, listen to the elder brother and finish talking!"

Zhu Rong Zuwu was furious, and was about to argue with him, but he heard Emperor Jiang Zuwu said in a deep voice: "Xuan Chengzi and the others are in danger, Donghuang Taiyi brought Ji Meng, Yingzhao and other five demon saints to Shouyang Mountain……"

Zhu Rong Zuwu said eagerly: "If the monster clan captures Shouyang Mountain, they will definitely be able to collect more holy blood than us. I heard that they are refining that witch-slaying sword, which is specially aimed at the gods of our Zuwu's physical body. Weapons! We have to go to Shouyang Mountain to stop them..."

"Not urgent!"

Zhu Jiuyin Ancestral Witch smiled and said, "Wait until they have a fight first..."

Zhu Rong was puzzled and said: "Are you thinking too highly of them? It's not easy to block the old bird of Donghuang Taiyi with only one Patriarch Styx. The remaining five demon saints rely on that Xuan Chengzi." To resist?"

Zhu Jiuyin said indifferently: "Don't forget, he is a saint's disciple, and once beheaded Jiuying Yaosheng with a sword. Besides, if he can't stop being killed by the demon clan, wouldn't it be great?"

"It seems to make sense..."

Zhu Rong stroked his rough beard, and nodded thoughtfully, "What do we mean by sitting on the mountain and watching the tigers fight? Then why can't I see the situation on the other side of Shouyang Mountain? Brother, you can use your magical powers." Let's see that too."

Di Jiang nodded, stretched out his hand and pointed down.

The originally clean and flat stone ground immediately turned into a mirror, reflecting the scene above Shouyang Mountain.

……

Shouyang Mountain

The huge Luangjia occupies the entire sky.

Donghuang Taiyi put his hands behind his back and looked indifferently at Patriarch Minghe.

Behind him, Ji Meng, Ying Zhao and other five demon saints lined up, looking at Patriarch Styx equally indifferently.

Sensing the undisguised murderous intent in their eyes, Patriarch Minghe couldn't help but look towards Xuan Chengzi, communicating frantically using the sound transmission of Yuanshen.

"Didn't you say that there will be at most two or three demon saints who will be restrained by the witch clan?"

"How do I know what kind of trouble those ancestral witches are making?"

"It seems that this time there is no play, this seat will return to the Nether Blood Sea..."

"Don't, it's not easy for you to escape back to the Nether Blood Sea, you might as well stay and fight with my nephew to the end!"

"Ha ha--"

Patriarch Minghe let out two sneers of unknown meaning, Yuan Tujian cut open the space abruptly, and slipped in.

"Want to escape?"

Donghuang Taiyi sneered, with traces of confusion in his eyes.

"Crack-"

A huge spatial rift appeared in the sky, and the blood-colored figure of Patriarch Styx fell out of it.

Donghuang Taiyi looked at Patriarch Minghe indifferently and said, "I have locked the space of a million miles around with the Chaos Clock. If you want to leave, you can only type it out!"

Patriarch Minghe's eyes swept over the five demon saints including Donghuang Taiyi, Ji Meng and Yingzhao one by one, as if he was considering the possibility of fighting them out.

However, Donghuang Taiyi obviously didn't intend to give him a chance to choose an opponent, so he directly punched Patriarch Styx.

This punch was neither fast nor powerful enough, and it was far away from the ancestor Minghe.

But when this punch came out, Xuan Chengzi was keenly aware that the large space between Donghuang Taiyi and the ancestor Minghe was folded, compressed, and finally squeezed into a very small point, and the ancestor Minghe also passively Came in front of Donghuang Taiyi.

In Xuan Chengzi's field of vision, it seemed that Patriarch Styx took the initiative to join him.

In the next moment, the figure of Patriarch Styx turned into a cloud of blood mist and left Donghuang Taiyi's side again.

The ancestor Styx, who has always been extremely strong in battle, did not take the punch hard, but chose to avoid it.

This also shows the strength of Donghuang Taiyi from the side.

After all, Patriarch Styx did not spend much effort to suppress the Iron Demon Sage just now, but now facing Donghuang Taiyi, he chose to retreat.

This is not the first time the two have played against each other, and they are already very familiar with each other.

Patriarch Styx didn't just retreat, his counterattack was as sharp as his sword.

"kill!"

The sound of the Nether Killing Dao burst out, and the killing intent of the Patriarch Styx soared. With a swing of his sword, even a corner of the space blocked by the Chaos Clock was torn out by him. If Donghuang Taiyi hadn't noticed it in time, he would have almost escaped go out……

When the two started to fight, Ji Meng, Ying Zhao and other five quasi-sages looked at Xuan Chengzi.

Under this tremendous pressure, Xuan Chengzi raised his fingers solemnly, looked at the five powerful men and said, "Do you still remember the Nine Infant Demon Saint?"

The five great powers were taken aback for a moment, and then they reacted immediately.

Ji Meng smiled and said: "Interesting, you are a Taiyi Golden Immortal, but you are threatening us."

Yingzhao was holding a mixed iron stick covered with runes, stepping on the void and walking slowly towards Xuan Chengzi, "Stop talking nonsense! Even if you can still use that sword, you still can't help me !"

So arrogant!

Xuan Chengzi curled his lips, but he also knew that the other party did have the capital of arrogance.

It is rumored that the physical body of this Yingzhao demon saint can almost rival the ancestor witch, and his fighting style is also very similar to the ancestor witch, and he is also one of the best existences among the top ten demon saints.

Xuan Chengzi sighed inwardly as he looked at the demon sage Yingzhao who was approaching step by step, and the other four demon sages who stayed behind.

It would be nice if five of them went together...

Now this situation is a bit bad.

Among the four swords of Jade Immortal, the most powerful sword of Jade Immortal has been used by himself. Although the remaining three swords of Trapping Immortal, Killing Immortal, and Absolute Immortal are not weak, they are not as powerful as when they killed the Nine Infant Demon Saint. grasp.

When preparing to strike the sword, Xuan Chengzi had an intuition in his heart.

With this sword, the opponent will surely die.

But at this moment, facing Yingzhao Yaosheng, the three swords of Trapping Immortal, Killing Immortal, and Absolute Immortal, he felt a little bit meaningless.

After all, Yingzhao Demon Saint is far stronger than Jiuying Demon Saint!

That being the case, then I can only choose to shake people...

Thinking like this, a figure appeared beside him, waved a pagoda filled with purple energy, and suppressed it towards Yingzhao Yaosheng...

Chapter 162 The Hero is Sad

"Boom—"

A loud bang.

Yingzhao Yaosheng shook his arms, and lifted the mixed iron stick in his hand diagonally, the tip of the stick happened to touch the edge of the pagoda base.

This purple pagoda can't fall down.

"I don't know who it is!"

Yingzhao Yaosheng sneered and looked at the person coming.

I saw that the other party was covered by a faint silver halo, and the hem of the plain white robe was embroidered with silver flowing patterns, which was ingenious and exquisite.

The handsome brows and features couldn't hide the aloofness and arrogance, the slightly thin lips were a little less bloody than ordinary people, and the indifferent but cold eyes flowed like water and moonlight.

Yingzhao looked at it carefully for a while before remembering the identity of the person who came.

With both arms, he sent the pagoda flying.

The demon sage Yingzhao erected a mixed iron stick in his hand, pointed at the person coming obliquely, and said coldly: "God Haotian, are you going to take this muddy water in West Kunlun too?"

God Haotian stretched out his hand to catch the rapidly shrinking pagoda, his handsome face showed no expression.

Seeing his appearance, even Xuan Chengzi who was on the side was a little puzzled.

Leaving aside this cold and noble, elegant and elegant dress, and this proud, independent, aloof and stern temperament, what Xuan Chengzi wants to ask most at this moment is when will Master Haotian's social phobia be cured? ?

But in the next moment, he saw that after being questioned by the demon sage Yingzhao, although the Great God Haotian was expressionless, his eyes subconsciously looked at him, with the melancholy and panic of not knowing what to say flashing in his eyes , and even his hands were trembling slightly.

It turned out that they were all pretending... No, are you wearing a mask on your face?

Xuan Chengzi understood that the Great God Haotian must have tampered with his face.

Otherwise, with his severe social phobia, people will definitely see the flaws in the first place.

"Boom-"

At this time, only the sound of gold and jade colliding sounded, and then a slim figure emerged from the side of Haotian Great God.

She is wearing a neon palace dress, with a jasper pendant hanging from her slender waist, her figure is slim and graceful, her face is covered by clouds and mist, and she can't see her true face clearly, only a pair of ethereal and gorgeous eyes full of water can be seen , like a bright moon rising in his eyes, he gently swept towards a group of demon saints.

In an instant, several demon saints felt lost for a moment.

She looked at Yingzhao Yaosheng and said: "Xuan Chengzi has a kindness to our couple. He is here today to protect the way of the human race. Naturally, my wife and I want to help, but it has nothing to do with West Kunlun!"

"My nephew pays respects to the two uncles!"

Xuan Chengzi stood up respectfully and saluted, and said sincerely: "Thank you two uncles for coming to help!"

Yao Chi nodded slightly, and was not polite.

They were able to come to help out at this moment, which violated their usual principle of neutrality.