The person who came, regardless of his identity, was enough to attract everyone's attention. The power of a palm actually defeated the Eastern Prince. ~ Looking at the entire witch clan, the only one who can do is the witch clan's high priest.

The Dong Prince looked at the visitor with some confusion, and after a while, he asked, "Witch Clan?"

He felt that the other party's aura was very similar to those of the great witches, but he was even more powerful. However, for so many years, he had fought against the immortal kings of the entire witch clan, but he had never seen the other party.

The visitor grinned: "Yes, I am the witch clan! It doesn't matter if you don't know me, but I'm the name that I have heard of for a long time. Dong Wang, you seem to have caused a lot of trouble to my tribe members over the years."

"Who are you!" Prince Dong frowned.

The witch clan wearing tiger patterns smiled faintly: "I will introduce it formally. I am Qiangliang, the ancestor witch of Thunder!"

Although he saw his speech lightly, his voice was like thunder, and his rumbling was rumbling. What he said was even more shocking.

The two words of Ancestral Witch... made all the strong immortal kings on the entire battlefield stop and stare at each other. Not only the immortal clan, but also the witch clan.

Only Zhaoming, Shura and Xiangjiu's battle was not affected, and the three of them dared not relax at all.

The legend of the ancestor witch has always been around. It started with the witch clan and spread throughout the prehistoric continent, and everyone knows it.

It is rumored that the twelve statues around the Panshen Valley of Wudao are the twelve ancestor witches representing Pangu protecting the Wu tribe. They have existed since the beginning of the world and have been standing on Wudao.

That represents the twelve witch clans that have mastered powerful magical powers. Once they are born, they will inevitably be the top immortal kings. With the joint efforts, they will be able to defeat the emperor and sweep the world.

But apart from the Witch Clan, both the Immortal Clan and the Demon Clan are skeptical, and almost no one believes that the twelve statues will become real lives. After all, the Witch Clan led by the Witch Clan's high priest is already powerful enough. If there are twelve such immortal kings, looking at the world, it is probably impossible for the demon clan and the immortal clan to join forces.

The appearance of this person now means that the legend has become a fact. The twelve ancestor witches are real.

The ancestor witch of Thunder is enough to compete with the strongest Eastern Prince of the Immortal Clan. If there are twelve such people, God knows how to fight.

The witch clan was overjoyed. They felt the aura of the witch clan from Qiang Liang, but they did not dare to confirm because even they didn't know when the ancestor witch would be truly born.

Now that I heard this person say this, I don’t know what happened, and cheers burst out for a moment, just like thunder sensation.

"Dongwang, although I have existed as a statue over the years, I know everything happening around me clearly. From the mouths of my tribe, I know your name, which seems to have caused a lot of trouble to my tribe."

"Although Xiangjiu is also a great witch, he is a junior. If you want to take advantage of his trembling with others, that's not OK. It will take some time for my other brothers and sisters to come out. Let me come and learn about it first."

While speaking, Qiang Liang clenched his fists. His figure flashed and he rushed towards the King of the East.

A punch was blown out, and the sound waves rolled, and the thunder sensation caused, turning into circles of ripples, like ripples on the lake. It filled the four directions, reunited and incorporated into the fist.

He is the ancestor witch of thunder, and his innate magical power is thunder, using sound waves as a means of attack.

Just an ancestor witch. How could the Eastern Prince be afraid? He gathered flames and raised his hand and fisted him up. He looked at himself very high. Looking at the world, he never felt that he would be worse than anyone else in the Immortal King realm.

The ancestor witch is quite famous. Judging from the aura, it is indeed stronger than the great witch, but it is also an immortal king after all.

The only thing annoyed him was that at that moment he didn't want to kill Xiangjiu, but Zhaoming. It was just that it was not convenient to do it directly in such an occasion, so he wanted to kill the three people who fought over there. Unexpectedly, such an ancestor witch came out halfway.

They all did not make concessions and killed them into a ball. The two powerful men met and each showed their magical powers. The thunder sensation caused a roar of flames, sometimes condensed and sometimes dispersed. Even though the Eastern Prince and Duke were strong and powerful, the ancestor witch was definitely not a false reputation.

The rolling thunder sound was like a ferocious beast rushing between heaven and earth, disrupting the vitality of heaven and earth and hitting the blazing flames.

A scorching sun appeared around the King of the East, and a ball of shock waves filled with destructive power was shattered. Endless flames shattered, wrapped in rolling sound waves, as if the Chikki clouds were thousands of miles away, and it was so beautiful. However, the destructive power filled it made the strong Immortal King not amazed.

The two figures separated, and the prince of the East looked expressionless and shouted coldly: "Is there only such strength? That's all!"

Qiang Liang grinned: "I think you are so powerful, it turns out that's just that."

The Dongwang Duke spread his left hand flat, and the Fusang treasure tree was held on his palm. When he saw his right hand, he pinched the magic trick and stretched out his finger to draw out nine flames from the Fusang treasure tree. He condensed into his fingers and turned into a ball. It seemed to be the size of an egg, but it emitted terrifying energy. Even the void was crackling sound, as if it was about to break.

Qiang Liang frowned slightly, and then ordered loudly: "Retreat!"

Although this was his first time in front of the witch clan, the witch clan's bowing for countless years has caused him to unconsciously be entangled with the invisible power of faith.

It was like an emperor giving orders to his subjects, and as soon as he finished speaking, the witch army immediately began to retreat unconditionally.

"Do you think it's still time?" Prince Dong sneered and pointed out.

"Nine Sun Hunting!"

In an instant, endless rain of fire fell from the sky, covering the battlefield in a radius of thousands of miles. Every rain of fire was pure Nine Yang True Fire, with terrifying power. Only under the sun True Fire, the lethality of even the Immortal King had to deal with it with all his strength.

Qiang Liang inspires his witch power to guide countless heaven and earth energy to come, as if the body made of steel immediately fluctuates like waves.

In a moment, waves of thunder sounds like a roar of a giant dragon came from his body.

Then he saw him open his mouth and inhale wildly, and the surrounding space twisted, as if he was about to be sucked into his mouth.

Goodbye, he gave his all his strength and shouted: "Ao!"

It seemed as if countless ferocious beasts roared together, and it seemed like God was furious, bringing down a thunder and storm. A stream of sound waves rushed to all directions, facing the rain of fire in the sky.

Such magical powers are also amazing. However, the Dong Prince was extremely powerful and used the innate objects in his hand to activate magical powers. It is definitely not comparable to a strong ancestral witch.

The roar of sound waves resisted nearly half of the fire rain, and the rest was pouring down, causing heavy losses to the witch army.

The Dong Prince frowned and wanted to display his magical powers again. Suddenly, he felt aroused in his heart. He thought of something and shouted coldly at the immortal clan: "Are you two going to wait until Nuwa comes out before taking action?"

The people mentioned are naturally Taoist Taiqing and Taoist Shangqing who have never fought.

The two of them did not have the idea of ​​taking action for the time being, but the Dong Prince had already spoken like this, and even the coach had gone to play, so they naturally couldn't watch it on the wall.

Taoist Shangqing immediately pinched his beard and smiled slightly: "Then I have gone to fight too!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he held the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi and soared into the sky, pinched the magic trick, waved the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, and infinite lightning fell from the sky.

Although the Taoist Sanqing is called brothers and sisters, the supernatural powers they practice are different.

The Supreme and Ruthless Method practiced by Taoist Taiqing is the strongest, but his mind is unpredictable, and no one can guess his thoughts.

The Taoist of Shangqing practiced the thunder technique, and there were countless thunder and lightning techniques in the world.

Taoist Yuqing is a swordsman. Looking at the world, only Jianwu Zun, who was the master of the Plain, could defeat him.

At this time, Taoist Shangqing took action, and the only Taoist Taiqing on the Immortal Clan continued to watch without expression. He practiced the Tao of Taishang and ruthlessness and would not be easily moved by others' words. He felt that it was time to take action before he could do it, and no one could inspire him.

But even so, the immortal clan already has a great advantage. The strength of the Eastern Prince should be a little stronger than the strong, and with the innate things in hand, it steadily gained the upper hand. The fire rains are invincible.

The Taoist Shangqing was lightning and thundering, and it seemed that he did not do his best, but Taoist Yuqing seemed to have put in full force. The Qingping Sword was caused by no one to stop it. The sword energy was surging, and the sky collapsed and the earth was broken.

Qiangliang did not let his subordinates resist desperately, but kept asking them to retreat.

Seeing that the battlefield was getting closer and closer to Buzhou Mountain, Bai Ze on the mountain was worried and couldn't help but sigh and said, "It's best to fight like this, watch the wall. Why did Zhaoming go to this mixed water?"

When they learned that the Immortals sent troops, they were all over the world. It was better to watch the war on the wall. All of them had this idea, but Zhaoming proposed to join the war and do his best to solve the problem of Nuwa.

There was not much explanation, but the few people couldn't do anything about his will. Originally, Zhaoming just wanted to join the battle alone, but now Di Jun is still involved.

Xue Yuhua smiled slightly: "What he wanted to be the emperor, not the king. For the emperor, he must do what he promised. He promised Prince Qilin to save Nuwa, and also promised to seek enlightenment. Once the war begins, he will do his best. This is what he promised, so naturally he cannot regret it."

It turned out that this was the case. Bai Ze was surprised, but he was not distressed by it. Instead, there was an excitement in his eyes.

This battle between the immortals and the witch tribe has almost completely broken out. All the witch tribes participated in the battle, and only one Taiqing Taoist left in the immortal tribe continued to watch. But even so, under the full force of the Yuqing Taoist and the Dongwanggong, the immortal tribe still had the upper hand.

The witch tribe kept retreating, and the closer they got to Buzhou Mountain, the weaker the strength was and the more obvious the defeat was.

Even the strong ancestor witch was inevitably affected and was even more invincible when facing the Eastern Prince.

Between the endless flames, thunder and lightning, sword energy lingered, and the vitality of heaven and earth was already unbalanced and extremely chaotic.

Seeing that the overall situation was about to settle, a strong wind suddenly roared, and then a figure appeared on the battlefield instantly.

With a casual brush, he took away all the sword energy in the sky, and then shot out another palm, and forced the prince to retreat directly. He landed on the ground, fell down with one kick, the earth roared, and the rocks penetrated the sky, disrupting the formation of the immortal army.

When I saw the person clearly, everyone was shocked.
Chapter completed!