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

terror!

Unparalleled terror!

The space is trembling, making a creaking sound, as if it will collapse in the next moment.

Di Jiang trembled all over, almost jumped up, his face was full of horror, and he couldn't help admiring again and again.

"Gumang's strength has become stronger again. I even feel that he is already No. 1 under the saint."

What, there are such great powers as Zhen Yuanzi and Minghe Patriarch? !

Maybe they are great too!

But in the eyes of Di Jiang and other ancestral witches, the truth is so-so, and there is no way to compare with them.

However, just when everyone was full of confidence, the corner of Kunpeng's mouth twitched, revealing a sneer.

"I said, you'd better use the Twelve Capitals Heavenly God Demon Formation. If you don't listen, then don't blame me for being rude."

A big hand slapped.

Whoa!

The waves crashed against the shore, raging and raging.

The endless sea water of Beiming suddenly seemed to come alive, turning into giant water dragons, rolling and rushing up.

Or wrap around or around, or hit or block.

Obviously, he didn't look very powerful, but he stopped the Jumang stick abruptly.

Yes, it is blocked!

Even if Gou Mang exerted all his strength and smashed down desperately, it still had no effect, and Gou Mang's stick did not move at all.

On the contrary, it was Kunpeng who seemed to be taking some time off, smiled coldly, and slapped out his big hand again.

Traveling through endless space, the huge palm landed directly on Jumang's chest with immense force.

boom!

A muffled sound.

Jumang flew backwards like a kite with a broken thread.

Click!

The sound of broken bones sounded.

Jumang's chest collapsed and he was seriously injured.

When the person was in the air, he spurted blood wildly, and when he fell to the ground, his face was already pale, his spirit was listless, and he immediately lost his fighting power.

The accident happened too fast.

Di Jiang and the others didn't react at all. When they found out that something was wrong, it was too late to save them.

"Oh, Kunpeng, how dare you hurt my brother?!"

"Bold and bold, Kunpeng, you are asking for your own death."

"Don't be dazed, kill, Twelve Capitals, gods and demons, start."

In the end, they still used the Twelve Capitals Gods and Demons Formation.

Moreover, due to Jumang's serious injuries, there can only be ten people in formation, but the power is not as good as it was at the beginning.

But they are still full of confidence.

No matter how powerful Kunpeng is, it's impossible for him to withstand a blow from the saint.

A phantom of Pangu appeared, slowly raised the Pangu ax in his hand, aimed at Kunpeng and struck.

The breath of destruction makes people's heart throb.

The huge power made Bei Ming tremble.

"It's over, something is wrong with the demon master."

Bai Ze was in the demon master's palace, but he didn't pay attention to the mid-air battle for a moment.

Seeing that Kunpeng defeated Gou Mang with ease, he was overjoyed and thought that victory in this battle was in sight.

But when he felt the power of Pan Gu's phantom, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

"Bi Fang, get ready. If the demon master loses, you must save the demon master at all costs."

Having said that, he looked up at the sky, showing dissatisfaction, and sighed: "His Majesty the Eastern Emperor has gone too far."

"Even if the demon master didn't follow the order to retreat, it was for the sake of my entire demon clan. It's really chilling for him to refuse to save him now."

Bi Fang agreed, saying: "That's right, compared to the Demon Emperor, the Eastern Emperor is really a bit petty, and he doesn't have the courage to do things."

"The demon emperor became holy a hundred years ago, and we waited for the army to be ready, but because of the 30-year torrential rain, we should stop the flag and drums. It really shouldn't be."

Let's talk, they are already in a state of fighting, and when Kunpeng is defeated, they rush to the rescue.

But looking at Kunpeng again, facing the phantom of Pangu, he showed no fear, a light flashed in his hand, and a big seal appeared.

The big seal depicts infinite runes.

Shining dark yellow light.

"Monster seal, go!"

He drank violently.

The demon master seal soared into the sky, but gradually disintegrated.

There are countless branches and leaves swaying, and three thousand demon characters are inlaid in the branches and leaves, shining brightly, like pearls.

That's all.

During the process, Yaowen continued to assemble and arrange with branches and leaves.

Sometimes it's alive, and sometimes it's dead.

Sometimes it is powerful and powerful, and sometimes it is quiet.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a century, or maybe just a short moment, they trembled at the same time, making a loud rumbling noise.

A figure slowly appeared!

He is tall and majestic, like a mountain without a week, holding a huge ax in his hand, raising the ax high, and swearing continuously in his mouth.

"Those who dare to stop me from opening the sky, die!"

The axe fell.

Powerful.

It collided with the phantom of Pangu summoned by the great formation of the gods and gods in the twelve capitals.

The tip of the needle is against the wheat awn, head-to-head.

"This, this, are these two phantoms of Pan Gu?!"

"It is said that the theory of demon writing is the crystallization of the wisdom of the demon master. If it is true, it can even form a phantom of Pangu?!"

"I won't lose, the demon master will never lose, haha, look, the demon master has won, won..."

Kunpeng did win.

The gods of the Twelve Capitals formed a large formation, and the phantom of Pangu summoned was directly crushed and exploded.

The ten great ancestor witches were seriously injured and fell to the ground one by one, covered in blood and frightened.

"Father God Pangu?!"

"Why, he is a miscellaneous bird, why can he summon Father God Pangu..."

Chapter 239 Kunpeng, once again became a sweet pastry

Dijiang is going crazy!

He couldn't figure out how Kunpeng, a miscellaneous bird, was qualified to summon the phantom of Pangu's father god.

Should not be!

It stands to reason that only pure Pangu descendants like them are eligible.

Could it be that because the descendants of Pangu did something wrong and God the Father was angry, he gave this qualification to other races? !

"Kunpeng, tell me, what's going on, what's going on?!"

"How could you summon the phantom of Pan Gu's father and defeat us with it? How did you do it? How did you do it?!"

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, you have to give an explanation, otherwise we will die forever..."

What is the biggest reliance of the Wu Clan?

It is the formation of the gods and gods in the twelve capitals!

Don't look at the present, there is a sage descendant, but the sage can't just make a move.

Especially when the two clans of liches are fighting for hegemony, if Houtu makes a move, Di Jun will definitely make a move. It will be a battle of saints, and the whole prehistoric world may be destroyed because of this.

Other saints will not allow this to happen!

Hongjun Taoist Ancestor and Hongyun Ancestor will all take actions to stop them, and even take actions to destroy the race that breaks the rules.

In other words, saints should not belong to any race, and as long as the witch clan is not exterminated, Houtu will not interfere.

The saints are all ants, not only in terms of combat power, but also in the attitude of the saints towards the prehistoric creatures.

Even if they belong to this family, ants are still ants and don't deserve too much attention.

Originally, they thought that they didn't need a saint at all, and with the power of their eleven ancestor witches, they would be enough to overwhelm the monster race and dominate the prehistoric world.

Who would have thought that this wonderful dream would be ruthlessly snuffed out at the very beginning.

Kunpeng smiled coldly, revealing an unfathomable look, and said calmly: "The Great God Pangu is the Great God Pangu of the past, not from a certain ethnic group."

"Di Jiang, as a descendant of Pangu, do you dare to pat your chest and say, you Wu clan are protecting the prehistoric creation created by the great god Pangu?!"

"Anyway, I didn't see it. I only saw the barbaric killing and domineering of the Wu clan. How could God Pan Gu like such a race..."

Di Jiang was speechless after a few words.

Can't find a reason to argue.

Kunpeng didn't look at him anymore, but looked towards the void, and said indifferently: "Sage Houtu, since he's here, why don't you show up to see him?!"

"Don't worry, although I have the strength to break through the formation of the gods and gods in the twelve capitals, I am far from being an opponent of a saint, not to mention that there is no enmity between you and me."

Houtu's laughter sounded, his figure gradually solidified, and he said, "Fellow Taoist Kunpeng, you are really hiding something. Houtu admires you."

"Everyone thinks that No. 1 among the saints is either Patriarch Minghe or Immortal Zhenyuanzi, but they didn't expect it to be your Patriarch Kunpeng."

"Forget it, my brothers, please forgive me for offending you, and I will make amends on your behalf."

A saint made amends on her behalf, which can be said to have given Kunpeng enough face.

Kunpeng naturally accepted it when he saw it, and said with a smile: "The sage of Houtu is too polite, and he dare not make an apology, so please retreat the Wu Clan army."

"My Kunpeng can guarantee that I will restrain the tribes of the Yaozu and no longer be enemies of the Wuzu."

"The prehistoric is big enough, you and I have enough room to develop, why bother to fight to death?!"

Houtu kept nodding his head and said with a smile: "Your fellow Taoist is right, let's do this, and I will also tell you not to make enemies with the Yaozu."

After the words fell, she waved her sleeves.

Rolled up the Eleven Patriarchal Witch who was lying on the ground and couldn't get up, and disappeared in a flash.

No one expected that the struggle between the two clans of liches would end in such an anticlimactic manner.

It's like a reincarnation, last time it was the demon clan's anticlimax, but this time it's the witch clan's turn.

"It's not the sage of Houtu, who doesn't want to deal with the Yaozu, it's because Di Jiang and others are too cowardly."

Zhunti, who has been paying attention to Hong Huang, couldn't help but sigh.

"It's a pity that such a good opportunity, if the Liches can fight, once the prehistoric world is in chaos, we will not be far from the West."

Jieyin also sighed again and again, but his gaze towards Beiming kept flickering.