The high priest of the witch clan and eleven ancestor witches, if you look at the world, I am afraid that no one has ever faced it, even the Taoist ancestor who was 3,600 years ago has never experienced it.

Looking around, there was no one on Wudao except for the thirteen people about to go to war.

When Zhaoming entered the stone house, the killing situation was already being arranged. Dijiang went to Kunlun Mountain to summon people, and other witch tribes also evacuated Wudao one after another.

The name of Donghuang Taiyi is so famous that even with such a strong killing game, no one can predict what the final battle will be like.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A burst of laughter sounded on Wudao, and it was Zhaoming himself. Faced with this murder situation that seemed to be dead in others, his heart was inexplicably calmed down.

"I can still laugh at this time. It turns out that I am so crazy that I can't be as crazy as Zhaoming!" Zhu Jiuyin said lightly.

The twelve ancestor witches each have a magical power, and the magical powers he masters are not only strange, but also against the sky. The power of time is notorious. If he hadn't been in the realm of the Immortal King now, this magical power would be enough to affect the balance of heaven and earth.

He was the last of the eleven ancestor witches on the scene. Unlike other brothers who suffered losses at Zhaoming, he had never fought with Zhaoming.

At this time, in Zhu Jiuyin's view, even though Zhaoming was known as the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, he was already dead.

After a burst of laughter, Zhaoming's mouth curled slightly, looked at the high priest of the witch clan and said, "I think mine really needs to thank you. It turns out that you said so much nonsense to me just to delay time so that they can come, right?"

The high priest of the witch clan talked about Pangu and the Demon Ancestor, and also talked about the things between him and him. He seemed to be very moved, but he was inexplicably said. Now that I think about it, it is naturally to delay time.

The high priest of the witch clan also did not deny it: "One-time-old opportunity cannot be missed."

Zhaoming shook his head, "If I hadn't been standing here, facing you, I really couldn't think of it. It turned out that you were afraid of me."

He has lived through his life, starting from the witch clan and snake demon in the wooden house, to the later jackal demon, General Baiyu Rhino, Prince Bifang... and even to the battle of the fifth heaven to kill the Eastern Prince.

Different cultivation levels have different mortal enemies, and there are countless enemies in their lifetime. But Zhaoming's heart is nothing. Whenever the realm approaches, he feels that he can fight until the final victory. Even if he is as strong as the prince of the East, he cannot be afraid.

But only the high priest of the Witch Clan is different. This person gives him a feeling that he is too unfathomable. Even though he is infinitely close to the emperor at this moment, whenever he thinks of the master of the Witch Clan, the so-called first person in the prehistoric world, he can't have any confidence and always feels it is hard to match.

To put it nicely, it is fear, but to put it badly, it is fear. Although it is different from the fear of Ji Shui Yao back then, I would never dare to attack him easily.

This is a psychological effect, like a demon in the heart. The high priest of the Witch Clan is blocking the front like a chasm, which is insurmountable. Zhaoming has always known that this is not a good thing, but there is no good way to deal with it.

But at this moment, he was surprised to find that it was not just that he was afraid of the other party. The other party was also afraid of himself, or that the other party's fear of himself is far greater than his fear of him.

Opponents of the same realm must be solved by themselves. This is a belief that Zhaoming has never changed over the years.

If it were you, even if you knew you might not be your opponent, you would not deliberately delay time in such a despicable way. You would not even think about joining forces with others, or even the other eleven people to siege and kill the high priest of the Witch Clan.

Even if you can be a serious injury as an excuse, it is an excuse after all. From a mentality point of view, the other party has already lost.

It turned out that this chasm that was crossing in front of me was not as difficult as I thought. Or that the chasm had crossed and fell behind me.

"Donghuang Taiyi, that's the end!" Di Jiang said softly.

He did not want to defeat the other party in this situation, but this matter was too important, and even the high priest did not care about his reputation, so he had to do so.

"Don't be so confident. I have encountered many dangerous things in my life, but I am still alive!"

Zhaoming raised his hand and slowly spread it apart. He lit a beam of sun-true fire swaying in his palm. He looked at Di Jiang and said lightly: "What I can know is that if I don't die in today's battle, there will be too many things in your witch clan in this world!"

No one can refute this arrogant statement. If Zhaoming can survive under such a siege, he really can't think of anyone else who can be his opponent in the future.

"Let's start! I can't wait!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Ming flashed and he was already killing the high priest of the witch clan.

He talks wildly, but he is really unsure of it. Even if the emperor is born in such a battlefield, he will be a little afraid of it, let alone he is just an immortal king.

With Dijiang and the Witch Clan's High Priest here, escaping will only speed up death. It is better to do your best. If you can fight to the death of the Witch Clan's High Priest, you will not lose even if you die.

"It turns out that you are arrogant, but unfortunately you are going to miscalculate this time!"

The high priest of the witch clan laughed loudly, slapped out with his palm, and a talisman seal condensed in his palm, and shouted loudly: "Dutian God Evil, Pangu Dharma Seal!"

A palm lined up on Zhaomingtian Punishment Fist, and twelve strange forces broke through the air, eleven eleven ancestral witches from the scene, and one from the direction of the Wall God Valley in the distance.

There is also the twelfth ancestor witch who has not yet been born: Houtu.

This is a kind of seal magic power that only the high priest of the witch clan can use the power of the twelve ancestor witches for their own use, transform the power of the evil spirits of the Dutian, and form the Pangu seal, which is terrifying.

When I was in Taishan in the past, the high priest of the Witch clan used this magical power to resist the Yin and Yang eyes condensed by the Taishan formation, without any disadvantage, which shows its power.

With one palm slap, twelve powerful forces surged in, which was even more powerful than the Heavenly Punishment Fist.

After fighting hard, the air waves burst out, and the energy of heaven and earth roared continuously, shaking the earth, and it instantly led out countless black clouds to cover it. This was not a real dark cloud, but the aura of the gods and evil spirits of the heavens, which was extremely terrifying.

The battle between the first person in the prehistoric world and the second person in the prehistoric world was so amazing. At the moment when the aura burst, the two figures retreated. The high priest of the witch clan was forced to retreat, but he also successfully bombarded Zhaoming back.

How could the eleven ancestor witches let go of such an opportunity? Di Jiang quickly appeared behind Zhao Ming like a cut through the void. Without waiting for his regain, he punched him and directly hit him in the back.

Like a meteor flying away, but before it could fly far, it saw infinite sharp gold aura coming. The golden god Rushou was already waiting in front of him, and the overwhelming sharp gold aura directly hit Zhaoming.

Ten thousand swords attacked, and even though they were blocked by the treasure body, they all broke, but their huge attack power still knocked Zhaoming away quickly.

The defense witch She was already ready to fight against the corpse, and rushed from a distance at the fastest speed, like a stone meteor slashing through the sky. The majestic momentum was like a comet hitting the sun, which was shocking.

Zhaoming was still affected by the power of Pangu's Seal and could not dodge. Without any suspense, he was directly hit.

"Well!"

Two muffled groans sounded at the same time. This fighting method, which was like a wild beast fighting, reached the extreme test of the physical body. Even though Shebi's corpse was known as the defense of the ancestral witch, she could only be at a disadvantage when facing Zhaoming's treasure body.

Even if Zhaoming was hurt by such a tough fight, he himself was in great pain.

Goodbye Tian Wu, Xizi, Qiang Liang joined forces to fight. The wind was howling, lightning and thunder were whistling, forming a place, like endless terrifying power of destruction, crazily tearing Zhaoming's body apart.

Each of the eleven ancestor witches is a top immortal king. If you cannot treasure, everyone can fight against the Three Pure Ones without falling behind.

Even the body of the treasure cannot be affected by being attacked by such a person.

Under the many attacks, the clothes were bombarded without leaving any trace, only flames were scattered, and a large number of cracks appeared on the strong body, and blood surged.

Such a strong person also shocked the ancestor witch. If it were someone else, he would not have the fate. There was only the world's enlightenment.

Flying up in the terrible energy, it has not yet recovered. Gonggong attacked, and his hands triggered a torrent, like two crazy dragons rushing towards Zhaoming, entangling it in an instant, becoming tighter and tighter, constantly compressing it, like a drop in return for the vast ocean, making it unable to move.

The strong flesh and blood were squeezed out, which was shocking.

At this moment, Zhu Rong also rushed over, condensed the Nanming Lihuo with both hands, just like the sun star slapped directly on Zhaoming's chest, and the rolling flames surged out, which was extremely terrifying.

However, Zhaoming is not only a body with the most treasure, but also a body of the fire spirit. After practicing the true fire of the sun, he is already fearless of the flames in the world.

Ren Zhurong was powerful, but he couldn't hurt Zhaoming at all. Instead, he suddenly became rich and he had already recovered from the Pangu seal.

"You want to kill me too, your defeated general, get out!"

With a loud roar, the magic technique of the Sin was activated, and the rolling spiritual power came to fight, forcing Zhu Rong to roar back.

In the void, a blood pillar could be seen flying by and spitting out from Zhurong's mouth. At that moment just now, Zhaoming also used the magical power of chaos of the Five Elements to disturb the other party's true qi.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches, everyone else can fight Zhaoming, but Zhu Rong is difficult to deal with, and it is even better than the Golden God Rushou, who is restrained by Zhaoming in the Five Elements. The power of the five elements to restrain him is too obvious.

To activate the true fire of the sun, burn the water flowing force all over the body, then activate the fire escape technique to condense the power of flame to dissolve Jumang and Xuanming magical power.

He retreated slightly, Zhaoming breathed heavily, and recovered slightly.

At this time, the high priest of the Witch Clan also recovered from the previous aftermath of the aftermath, his body flashed, and he came again.

Holding his breath, Zhaoming did not dodge or avoid, stepped on the red light, the flying fire meteor guided the flame to protect his body, condensed the fist of the Heavenly Punishment and killed it.

The high priest of the witch clan formed seals with both hands, and another Pangu seal condensed in his hands.

Twelve powers came and were about to be condensed.
Chapter completed!