When Yangguan was just the first stop, Zhaoming did not stop there, but kept wandering around the witch tribe territory, but did not exceed the boundaries of Phoenix Ridge.

The witch tribe hated him to the core, especially Meng Ru and Xiang Yu, who felt ashamed. Unfortunately, Zhao Ming didn't take it seriously if the words of the witch tribe's high priest as a talisman.

Such behavior can only sigh in secretly astonishingly arrogant, but it can't be said.

Zhaoming naturally had a purpose in doing this. First, it could attract the attention of the witch clan and make the direction of Tianji Ridge safer with Shura, and second, it could further amplify the battle between him and Zhu Hong and spread throughout the Kunlun fairyland. In particular, the high priest of the witch clan took two months to guide Zhu Hong.

As expected, news of the abnormal movement of the immortal clan soon came from the direction of Kunlun Fairyland. All the immortal kings arrived at the front line. Seeing this movement, the King of the East seemed to be ready to do something.

This is exactly what Zhaoming wants to see most. Once a greater conflict breaks out on the Kunlun Mountain front, it is not only that the decisive battle between himself and Zhu Hong may be delayed, but also that it will make the Tianjiling troops safer.

The witch tribe is going to devote all its energy to this place, so how can it be controlled?

When everything developed as Zhaoming expected, a piece of news came, but it changed everything: the Three Pure Taoist came to Kunlun Fairyland.

These three Taoist disciples who have always lived in the Eighth Heaven are known as Pangu’s authenticity. They evolved from the soul after Pangu created the world.

Before the great catastrophe of dragon and phoenix in the past, the three of them had a certain influence in the Kunlun Fairyland.

After the great catastrophe of dragon and phoenix, the Piaomiao Immortal Clan in the Seventh Heaven could not bear to deal with the deteriorating energy and environment of the heavenly tribulation, and chose to leave the seventh Heaven and enter the Kunlun Fairyland.

This choice doubled the strength of Kunlun Fairyland, and also made the Sanqing Taoist even more influence.

The eighth level and the seventh level are separated from the first level of heaven, and they have relatively frequent contacts. Therefore, the Piaomiao Immortal Clan has a great respect for the Taoist people of the Three Qings.

Now the three of them suddenly came to Kunlun Fairyland, which made the situation extremely subtle.

Judging from the Piaomiao Immortal Clan's respect for the Taoist people of the Three Qings, if the three of them have any requirements, they will often cooperate quite well, and can even be described as obedient.

And this is exactly what the Dong Prince cannot tolerate the most. He even rejected the Queen Mother of Jin, who had no overlord intentions. How could he give the Sanqing Taoist any chance?

The first time I went to receive the three of them personally. No matter where they went, they accompanied them almost throughout the whole process, and did not give them any chance to interfere in Kunlun Fairyland.

For this reason, the tension on the Kunlun Mountain Front was immediately alleviated, and the war storm that the witch tribe was about to face immediately disappeared.

Some people regret such changes, some lament, and some people are excited. Zhaoming was confused.

The time when the Sanqing Taoist came was so coincidental, it was unbelievable. If you look at it from an insider, it seemed nothing, but Zhao Ming thought of what the high priest of the witch clan said that day.

An intuition that is hard to explain appears in my mind: someone is secretly pushing everything, war, and power in the prehistoric continent.

But who would this person be? He has such great ability.

The Wuliang Heavenly Lord, a man in black robe, the high priest of the witch clan, or the sixth pole mentioned by the Demon Lord of Picking the Heart at the White Island.

There were many possibilities flashing in my mind, but I couldn't get the answer, and suddenly I felt a chill again.

There are too many truly powerful people in the world who do not know about. They are like chess players playing chess, using this world as a game and fighting intrigue.

And the so-called imperial hegemony in this world is probably an inexplicable joke in the eyes of those people.

The idea of ​​causing conflict between the immortals and the witch tribes failed, and everything could only return to the original path. Zhaoming's only hope at this moment was that his battle with Zhu Hong could attract enough immortal kings and witches.

Time passed little by little, and two months were not long for practitioners, and it was approaching soon.

Dangyang Pass.

Zhaoming stood at the highest point of the entire pass. Looking down at everything, he felt the supreme, which made all the witch tribes feel unhappy, but he was helpless.

"This lowly demon clan!" Meng Ruo's fist clenched and thumped: "I want to throw him out of Phoenix Ridge and then slap him to death."

"Although I support you to do this very much. But..." Xiang Yu sighed: "It's better not to say no. Time has come. I'll let him go to Taishan today."

Meng Ru looked at Zhaoming's figure, and his eyes were filled with rage.

Zhaoming jumped from a high altitude, and the four-toothed dog immediately shook its tail and came up to meet it.

"The time is up, we can leave!" Xiang Yu reminded him.

Zhaoming ignored him and just patted the Siya Dog's head and said lightly: "Siya, come with me and I'll take a walk again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was alert to his heart for a lifetime and felt a terrible force coming towards him.

Just as I was about to defend, I suddenly thought of something, but I didn't move at all, but just stood still and looked at Xiangyu with a smile on his face.

This power was sent by Xiangyao, and it seemed to be furious. But with the order from the high priest, Zhaoming was not worried about how he really dared to treat him.

Looking at Zhaoming's fearless appearance, Xiang Yu sneered. The power of water suddenly changed, and he gave up Zhaoming and rolled directly to the four-toothed dog beside him.

A great witch of the Immortal King and a demon beast of the Nascent Soul Stage, the difference in strength is indescribable.

The four-toothed dog was instantly entangled by the power of water. He could only hear a scream and was entangled into pieces.

"Four teeth!" Zhaoming's heart trembled suddenly and he shouted angrily.

In this world of cultivation, plants and trees can also have sentiments, let alone Zhaoming.

This monster that he had not intentionally accepted had accompanied him for a while and had established a good relationship. He was even thinking about how to place him in the past few days.

Unexpectedly, he died in front of him like this at this moment.

"The High Priest just told me not to attack you, but I never said that I would do the same to others." Xiang Yu snorted coldly: "If you still play tricks for me, I don't mind going to Tianji Ridge to catch a group of demons and kill them one by one in front of you."

These days, he was so dirty by Zhaoming's "dog walking" move that he had been in a state of dirt. He just didn't know how to resolve it. Today he finally came up with a solution. The only regret is that he thought about this solution too late.

This threat is naturally effective. What Zhaoming is most worried about now is that there is a great witch going to Tianji to check it out, and everything will inevitably fail.

He was extremely angry and had no choice but to stretch out his finger, pointing at Xiangyu and shouting: "Xiangyu, remember what you did today. As long as I am sure to die, you will definitely pay the price."

"Let's talk about it when you have that day!" Xiang Yu snorted coldly, not caring at all.

After taking a look at the four-toothed dog that had become a piece of broken ground, Zhaoming took a deep breath, finally stopped thinking about it, so he soared into the air and headed towards Taishan.

After flying out for a moment, I heard a loud shout: "I'll take you to Taishan!"

Then I felt a powerful force wrapping myself, pressing my bones creaking and almost fainting.

After a closer look, the person who took him on his way was not Xiangyao, but Mengshu.

Enduring the pain, Zhaoming smiled coldly: "You dare to leave the station, aren't you afraid that your witch clan's high priest would blame me?"

But I was secretly happy in my heart that the more Immortal Kings and Witches I went to, the better, and the Sky Ridge would be relatively safer.

Meng Ru snorted coldly: "Don't worry, you should just guard Yangguan. You'd better keep my son alive, otherwise... Even the high priest can't stop me from killing you."

Zhaoming laughed: "So what if you are alive? You are not a waste! You are said to be a person of the same generation as Taoist ancestor, but you can't even beat me, a junior of the demon clan. What's the use of living?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he groaned, and naturally Meng Ru increased the pressure again. He would not be injured, but it was quite painful.

Without saying anything to Zhaoming, Meng Ru led him to hurry on the road. The Immortal King and the Great Witch, and the speed magical power, almost penetrated through most of the prehistoric continents, and it took less than three days.

This speed made Zhao Ming secretly startled. If this person was asked to chase the Sky Ridge's troops, the consequences would be unpredictable. Fortunately, he still has a bloodthirsty black-jawed mosquito under his command, otherwise there would be no hope at all.

For a moment, I was secretly glad that I didn't kill Meng Jiu, otherwise how could I have attracted Meng Ru to Taishan?

Calculate the time, Sun Jiuyang's plan to dig a hole should have come to an end, and the army of Sky Ridge has embarked on the journey into the heaven.

After throwing Zhaoming away, Meng Ru shouted loudly: "Where is my son!"

Zhaoming slowly stood up, patted the dust on his body, and said slowly: "What are you anxious about? Zhu Hong hasn't arrived yet, so how could I release your son? If that timid guy as a mouse can't run away like this, wouldn't I have lost a lot?"

"My witch tribe has no coward who is cowardly." Meng Ru shouted loudly, and a wave of Immortal King's pressure rushed towards Zhaoming.

"Well!"

Zhaoming also shouted in a deep voice, and the divine magic urged him, and the mental storm hedged him.

With a "bang!", it seemed as if two huge storms were hitting each other, disintegrating and melting, and then turning into a ray of strong wind dissipated.

Although Meng Ru is an immortal king, the witch clan has no soul, not to mention that he is not good at mental power.

Both of them trembled slightly, and they were evenly in a match.

Zhaoming calmed down and smiled slightly: "Is this the style of your witch clan? He knew that I was going to duel with Zhu Hong, but he still used such low-level methods to consume my strength and status."

Meng Ru was about to say, but was interrupted by Zhaoming: "But I don't care, but I want to ask you one thing, you brought me here in advance, have you ever thought about the consequences? If I ask Xue Yuhua to help me get out of trouble, wouldn't you become a sinner of your witch clan?"

Meng Ru was slightly stunned, and immediately entangled Zhaoming with the energy of heaven and earth, and then flew away very far before stopping.

He heard Kuafu talk about the pursuit that year, and his son was still locked up in Taishan, so Zhaoming and Xue Yuhua seemed to have a good relationship.

If the legendary Saint of Giant Wild takes action to save people, he will not be sure to deal with it.

Zhaoming sneered again, as if mocking his actions, Meng Ru was extremely angry, but he could not do anything.
Chapter completed!