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Chapter seven hundred and eighty seventh true identity

"The High Priest of the Witch Clan!"

Zhaoming expressed his guess in his heart. The tone of speaking and the smile that seemed to be there made him feel very familiar. He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have met the high priest of the witch clan who had met several times.

Moreover, the entire witch clan said that there was no priest of the witch clan, but with one exception, the witch clan's high priest, who had priest of the witch clan.

From this point of view, there is no one else who is dominating Zhurong's body at this time.

When Zhaoming exclaimed, Zhu Rong did not deny it, but smiled faintly: "It's smart, not bad, it's me."

"It's really you, what do you mean?" Zhaoming was puzzled and didn't understand what the other party's move meant.

Zhu Rong laughed: "My witch tribe was defeated in the heaven, which made me want to see what you are doing now. However, the serious injuries suffered by Sansheng Island in the past have not been cured and cannot leave Wu Island. I can only use this method to see it."

"It's for this?" Zhaoming frowned slightly.

"Of course not, this reason is just a casual talk!" Zhu Rong shook his head and said mysteriously: "If you want to know the real reason, defeat me. Three days, only three days. When this battle is over, if you are still alive, I will tell you the real reason."

Defeat him... in three days... the real reason was that these keywords made Zhaoming frown, and he felt more and more that he seemed to be being plotted against, and his vigilance in his heart continued to improve.

I thought Zhu Rong was the strongest person in the witch clan to use fire, but at this moment it seemed that he was thinking too naive. After this fight, I did not hold back at all and tried my best. If it were the real Zhu Rong, I would have already lost.

When facing Zhu Rong, who was manipulated by the high priest of the witch clan, his true energy was still strong. However, his combat power was improved by a higher level. At this moment, he not only had no advantage, but he also felt like he was suppressed.

The high priest of the Witch Clan is worthy of his title as the No. 1 person in the prehistoric world. Even if he only uses the magical power of flame, he will never be under any immortal king.

"Come again!" The high priest of the witch clan shouted, holding the Nanming Lihuo in his hand. The void danced, and a long river of flames turned out to form.

After looking carefully, I realized that it was not an ordinary river of flames. The flames condensed in the river and turned into flame balls, flashing red lights. After a brief summary in my heart, I realized that it was truly like the stars in the sky.

Goodbye, the high priest of the witch clan raised his hand, and mysterious lights rose from the flames and stars. All of them were included in his palms. A little bit of light as big as a grain of rice contained shocking power.

This is not a superb skill, but the high priest of the witch clan used his own practice and urged Zhurong's power to transform it. They were both the Lihuo of the Southern Ming Dynasty, but it was not as simple as Zhurong's use.

After staring silently for a moment, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Zhaoming's mouth: "Is the first person in the prehistoric world? It's just right that he came!"

As soon as the words fell, seven flying fire meteors guided the Yin and Yang Xuanhuo dragons to circling around their bodies, with one hand the Fist of Heaven's Rage and the other hand the Cang Yan Tribulation, and if the ferocious beast roared angrily and killed it at the high priest of the witch clan.

Even if the other party is the number one person in the prehistoric world, he will not be afraid of it, but will only make him more fighting spirit.

It is undeniable that because of the matter between Niu-Headed Demon and Houyi, Zhaoming's hatred for the witch clan has begun to shake, and he does not blindly feel that there can only be one between the two clans.

If possible, he didn't mind that the demon clan and the witch clan could shake hands and make peace. After all, Zhu Hong, the enemy who killed Acao, had been killed.

If the two tribes are in harmony, it will not only save more tribes from the disaster of war, but also have more time to do what they really want to do, rather than being unable to do things for various things.

But no matter what the result is, the high priest of the witch clan will inevitably be his enemy. It can even be said that he has a strong premonition that he will fight him one day.

It is undeniable that I am already at the realm of an Immortal King, and even more powerful than many Immortal Kings in the world of cultivation. But if I want to face the high priest of the Witch Clan at this time, my own defeat will be a inevitable result.

Although I don’t understand what magical power the high priest of the Witch Clan used to control Zhu Rong’s body, there is no need to think too much. Such a method will inevitably fail to exert the true strength of the high priest of the Witch Clan.

If I really had a battle with him sooner or later, it would be very beneficial for me to be able to familiarize myself with the other party's means through this battle.

In an instant, two figures fought into a group again.

Yin and Yang Xuanhuo fight against the Nanming Lihuo, and the Heavenly Rage Fist resists the flames and stars.

Countless flames bloomed like fireworks of death on Kunlun Mountain, scattering everywhere. Anyone who touched them would die directly below the Immortal King's realm.

This is a battle between two top-level immortal kings. Under the urge of magical powers, a hair and a trace of flame are enough to collapse mountains and break the earth and destroy everything.

Dijiang and Gonggong were watching the battle in order to support, but at this moment they could not calm down and kept notifying the defenders on the Kunlun Mountain Front to withdraw. However, even so, casualties could not be avoided.

Zhu Rong and Zhaoming, who were controlled by the high priest of the witch clan, had forgotten everything around them, leaving no reservations, and the speed of moving and turning was so fast that even ordinary immortal kings could not reach, let alone just other people.

In the blink of an eye, it traveled thousands of miles, and in an instant, the mountains burned.

A large number of witch clans who had no time to withdraw died in the vast flames, and they didn't even have time to make a sound.

This is the case with the witch clan protected by the strong Immortal King, let alone the immortal clan commanded by the strong Immortal King.

Although there have been constant wars on the Kunlun Mountain front, the Immortal King's powerful man has been missing for many years and has never reacted for a while.

Two figures of killing ferocious beasts rushed into the camp of the army, and in an instant, they ran away again.

The flames shattered the void, melted the huge rocks on the mountain, and left red flames around them, and there was also a barren land. The entire garrison camp, along with the millions of monks inside, were directly evaporated and disappeared completely.

This is a battle where even the Immortal King dares to intervene easily, so who can stop it?

The flames were shaking. I don’t know if it was restricted by Zhu Rong’s physical body or if I wanted to use the flame to convince Zhao Ming’s heart. The high priest of the witch clan did not use other magical powers, but fought purely with flames.

What is amazing is that despite the fierce battle, the flame galaxy was not affected at all, and it was maintained and followed the two of them to move without any change.

Just like two flaming dragons kept bombarding each other, they opened their teeth and claws to suppress the other party, and after a crazy bite, they finally separated.

The two of them stood still and breathed heavily. Although Zhaoming seemed not to be at a disadvantage, he knew that if he continued like this, he would probably lose.

That galaxy of flames was extremely extraordinary, like a Fusang tree, constantly attracting the energy of heaven and earth for use by the high priest of the Witch Clan. The fist that condensed such power was not at all inferior even if it fought hard with his own Heavenly Wrath Fist.

At this moment, the high priest of the witch clan was controlling the battlefield centered on the two, and directly transforming the power of heaven and earth for his own use, which was more thorough than the Eastern Prince who did that day.

This kind of thing is not invisible. In fact, any immortal king is like this when fighting a cultivator below the Immortal King's realm, so he can gain an absolute advantage. However, there has never been an immortal king who can do this in the battle with the Immortal King, and now the high priest of the witch clan has done it.

Taking a deep breath, my heart moved secretly, and countless flame patterns surged out, intending to use flame patterns to disrupt the trajectory of the flame galaxy as if they were fighting against the Eastern Prince that day.

Zhu Rong remained motionless and gave Zhaoming time, but unfortunately the result was unexpected. He could only affect a very small amount of power by giving his all. Compared with the entire Flame Galaxy, it was just a drop in the bucket and could not affect the overall situation at all.

"The flame pattern is indeed powerful. It is really a blessing from heaven that you can control it under the way of heaven. It's a pity..."

Zhu Rong suddenly shook his head and said, "My flame galaxy is not as good as the Fusang treasure tree of the Eastern Prince. It is just a point to absorb vitality, but here are millions of stars."

"Although you have learned Chen Pan's magic technique, you have not learned his magic technique of knowing and ignoring. With your ability, it would be good to be able to compete for ten energy points. How can you break my millions of stars?"

Although he didn't understand what a magical technique was, Zhaoming could still understand why he could not break the other party's magical powers. He could only control less than ten stars, which was naturally useless.

"If you have enough skills, then I can only tell you that not only the reasons for me, but also the subsequent things have nothing to do with you."

As soon as Zhu Rong finished speaking, he held a ball of flame in each hand, one red, and the other slightly dim.

After his spiritual sense swept over, Zhaoming frowned slightly: "This... is not Nanming Lihuo."

The slightly dim flame seemed to be very similar to the Nanming Lihuo, but it was very different. When the two flames were put together, they felt a sense of yin and yang and mysterious fire.

Zhu Rong laughed loudly: "Yes, this is not the Nanming Lihuo, but the Nanming Kan Fire. Although the Nanming Kan Fire is born from water and has little power, if used with the Nanming Lihuo, it will produce a qualitative effect."

As soon as the words came, the hands intersected, and two balls of flames slowly moved around the hands, faster and faster, gradually being stretched out, one head larger and the other head smaller. At a glance, it turned out to be like a yin and yang fish circling.

The other party is using the powerful magical powers, and no one can know the situation in front of him.

It seems that this magical power is not easy to use. The best way is to immediately interrupt the opponent before he finished his work.

This is something everyone knows, and Zhaoming is no exception.

But at this moment, he endured it. He was born with a fire spirit and knew nothing about other techniques, but he was twice the result with half the effort of flame techniques.

He can allow himself to lose elsewhere, but he will never want to lose himself in the flame magic powers of the same realm.

No matter how strong the other party is this time, you must face it calmly.

There is no other reason, it is a sense of arrogance in my heart.

The Nanming Lihuo and the Nanming Kanhuo hovered for a moment, blending into one, and the aura instantly increased.

Zhaoming's pupils shrank in an instant, and he was definitely not unfamiliar with the aura of flame.

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