He grabbed Zhaoming in his hand, originally intended to deal with the spirit of the White Tiger, but after seeing Zhaoming clearly, the high priest of the witch tribe screamed. The fear in the scream seemed to be the essence, and he could feel it.

Not only the high priest of the witch clan, but the spirit of the White Tiger also changed his face and shouted in dismay: "Chen Pan!"

But two words immediately attracted the attention of several immortal kings in the field. Both the Taoist Zhunti and the Taoist Shangqing were dumbfounded. Even the Taoist Taiqing, who was one of the mysterious skills, revealed one of the ruthlessness, had his eyes flashed and his expression floating.

At this time, Taoist Yuqing happened to kill him from the sky with the Yin-Yang Dharma King. Qingping's sword danced out of the sword shadow, forcing the Yin-Yang Dharma King back, then retreated, and stood with the sword. Looking at Zhaoming who was caught in the hand by the high priest of the witch clan, his expression was dazed: "Senior Brother Chen!"

Everyone present was an immortal king. If they were in other places, they would have seen Zhaoming long ago. However, in Yaochi, everyone's power was curbed. Every immortal king could feel that two uninvited guests were entered here, and he also knew that one was a demon clan and the other was a witch clan.

But the Yaochi ban was strong, and the immortal kings could only feel the two of them, and they could not be as clear as usual.

The battles here are all carried out among the Immortal Kings. Even the Four Symbol Spirits who were forced back to the Demon Refining Pot are all the Immortal Kings. Compared with them, one celestial immortal and the other lunar immortal has a huge gap, just like a tiger and an ant.

In the battle between a group of tigers, who would care about the hidden ants on one side?

When I suddenly realized that the hidden one was not ordinary ant, but the immortal ant with infinite possibilities, the feeling was completely different.

"Good, good! But donor Chen has returned from Nirvana?" Zhi Yin Taoist asked with a sad look on his face.

No one could answer, no one had ever thought that the legendary person would come back, let alone that he would come back in this way.

Zhaoming took a deep breath, and even stopped his breathing and heartbeat. He was caught in his hands by this biggest enemy, fear, nervousness, and trance... they all inevitably appeared on his body.

He didn't know who Chen Pan was, but he knew one thing: the other party recognized the wrong person, and even if he died, he should do something.

Taking a deep breath, he shouted loudly: "Remember, my name is Zhaoming, and I am a dignified demon clan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his right hand, mobilized all his strength, and sucked his face at the high priest of the witch clan with a determined look on his face.

This is a move to seek death, and it is also his helpless struggle. This is an immortal king, and it may even be the strongest immortal king in Yaochi today. His own celestial immortal strength is a joke in front of him. A joke that will not get any applause.

This action will definitely not get any effect, but it is not important. What is important is that you will never compromise with him.

However, the result was beyond everyone's expectations. The high priest of the Witch Clan who was relaxed and relaxed in dealing with the White Tiger Spirit was as stupid as a wooden chicken, motionless, and was slapped in the face by Zhao Ming.

With a "bang", it was extremely crisp, and even the hat on his head was pulled away, showing his true face. This was an extremely ordinary face, as if there were a lot of people on the street. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I could not imagine that this was like the highest priest of the world, the witch clan.

The witch clan's ruler was slapped by a celestial immortal demon clan. As a result, without thinking too much, everyone felt that they had seen Zhaoming's death.

"Chen Pan!" The White Tiger's Spirit frowned, holding the long moon sword in his hand was about to take action.

However, the high priest of the witch clan did something that shocked everyone and was slapped in the face. He seemed to see unimaginable fear. He did not treat Zhaoming, but exclaimed, let go of Zhaoming's hand, and even staggered and took several steps back.

His neck was loosened, and Zhaoming could not fly due to the restriction of Yaochi, and fell towards Yaochi like a stone. No one could know what the consequences would be if he fell into it.

If you cannot fly, it does not mean that there is no way. You can reach out and grab the foot of the high priest of the witch clan, or use the mysterious skill to attack the water and use the counterattack to escape.

But in this situation, Zhaoming would rather die than fall into the hands of the witch clan.

With a firm look on his face, Zhaoming quickly landed towards Yaochi and shouted again: "My name is Zhaoming!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a splash of water was everywhere, and it had already sunk into the Yao Pool.

Several immortal kings were still shocked by Zhao Ming's appearance, but unexpectedly, such a change happened suddenly. Taoist Kunpeng, the Yin-Yang Dharma King, the Queen Mother of the Gold and the Queen Mother of the West did not know the reason, and their faces were as normal.

But the Sanqing Taoist looked complicated, especially the Shangqing Taoist and Taiqing Taoist, who said they were known as Pangu's authenticity, but only they knew whether they were grateful or hatred when they really faced that man.

"ah!"

With a loud shout, the White Tiger Spirit's big sword had been cut down. Seeing that the sword was as if the sky had collapsed and the silence of the reign of the ruins, the high priest of the Witch Clan, who seemed to be wandering, finally reacted, held the tiger spirit sword and waved it hard to block the long sword of the moon.

The sword light shattered, forcing the White Tiger Spirit away. The high priest of the Witch Clan shouted: "Do you still want to fight?"

It was because his mind was hit by Zhaoming. At this moment, he was no longer as old as before, and he even became restless.

"Even if he is not Chen Pan, he is still a good man in my demon clan. How can you kill him for nothing?"

The spirit of the White Tiger surged into the sky and rushed towards him again.

Zhaoming looks very much like an old friend of his past. Although he was an incompatible enemy with that man, he eventually became a comrade in the army. Moreover, after experiencing the creation of the world and the impermanence of life and death, many things he once cared about had long disappeared and were no longer important. On the contrary, some people could appear in front of him again, which would make him feel extremely happy.

Moreover, Zhaoming's tough and resolute appearance was quite admired by him. With his cultivation and experience, he had long known that temporary cultivation was not important. As long as he could have such a mind, he would be the pillar of the demon clan in the future.

No matter for that reason, Zhaoming's indirect death at the hands of the high priest of the witch clan made him furious.

The long sword light of the crescent moon is like a full moon, and the bright yellow tiger soul is red blood is set in the sun. The two powerful men fight again, and their attacks are getting stronger and faster. Even a few powerful men of the Immortal King feel it is difficult to keep up with the pace of the two.

"The Witch Clan, the rats who once lived overseas and did not dare to set foot in the prehistoric world, I want to see what you can do to seize the foundation of my demon clan." The spirit of the White Tiger roared into the sky.

"That's just that I don't want to engage in a meaningless war. Don't think that I'm just afraid of you, the demon clan!" The high priest of the witch clan also shouted.

The sound waves are like rainbows, stirring up the blue waves.
Chapter completed!