With one palm, the flame of destruction instantly submerged the prison of heaven that was shrouded on the high priest of the witch clan.%◇

The golden flames surged, like a ferocious beast that was chosen to devour, which was extremely terrifying.

"ah!"

The high priest of the witch clan shouted loudly, and eight stars appeared beside him, the Big Dipper Seven Stars plus the Emperor Star Ziwei, transforming into the light of the Big Dipper Ziwei, forming a large array, striving to resist the flames.

Even if he is as capable as he is, he cannot refuse to bow his head when he reaches out and is seriously injured. He is sweating on his face and is serious and stern.

I'm afraid that he had great magical powers, but he didn't expect that Zhaoming could still exert such combat power in this situation, which was horrifying. With that cold face, I don't know if I regret making this decision.

"stop!"

Di Jiang roared and joined forces with other ancestor witches to fight. They did not expect that Zhaoming, who thought he would die, would be alive. He did not expect that without the high priest of the witch clan, the eleven ancestor witches would be defeated even if they joined forces.

Faced with the joining forces of eleven ancestor witches, Zhaoming had no idea of ​​dodging this time. He pressed his hand on the Beidou Ziwei Formation and constantly activated his true energy, making the flame stronger and more terrifying.

When the eleven ancestor witches were about to approach, there was only a "boom" sound, and the flying fire meteor circled, guiding the golden destruction sun to turn into a flame storm, wrapping this battlefield tightly.

"Damn it!"

Di Jiang roared fiercely and joined forces with other brothers to do it, but there was no way. This is a terrifying flame that even the water of Guixu can burn and annihilate, and it cannot be easily cracked.

Faced with the violent destruction of the sun, the light of the Beidou Ziwei Formation became increasingly dimmed, and it had reached the verge of breaking. With the hard support, it was difficult to turn the world back.

"Zhao...Ming..." At this moment, the high priest of the witch clan seemed to want to say something, but was shrouded in huge pressure. He couldn't speak, so he forced himself to hold back the other words.

Zhaoming opened his eyes wide, his body full of true energy and pressed towards the high priest of the witch clan in waves, making the flames even stronger.

Too many things affected his mood and made him full of violent intentions. At this moment, his heart was filled with murderous intent of killing and destruction, or in other words, he wanted to find a vent to vent the depression in his heart.

The high priest of the Witch Clan is the best outlet for catharsis.

"Die, die for me!"

He roared lowly, as if he was tearing his enemies apart in his heart, and the high priest of the witch clan naturally became the source of all the anger in his heart.

This high priest of the witch clan was suppressed, and the eleven ancestor witches could not break through the true fire of the sun. Everything had become settled and no one could resist it.

Donghuang Taiyi has proved to his enemies with his domineering strength: the first person in the prehistoric world. From then on, he changed people.

"No, don't beat it!"

A heart sound appeared in Zhaoming's heart, from the statue of Houtu beside him. The familiar voice once made him extremely warm, but at this moment he could only feel the chill of fear.

What should we do and what should we do, we keep shouting in our hearts, which is extremely contradictory.

At this moment, the injuries in the body of the high priest of the Witch Clan have been triggered. It is unsustainable. As long as you persist in counting breaths, the strongest combat power of the Witch Clan will become the past. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you miss this time, you may face the high priest of the Witch Clan in its heyday.

But he could not ignore the cry of the familiar voice, and it was even more difficult to go against her intentions.

What should I do... Suddenly, I remembered the words that Wuliang Heavenly Lord said before leaving.

"Good. It's a blessing, a blessing. Some things, until the last moment, no one knows whether it's a blessing or a disaster."

"Stay on the front line of everything. I want to see you in the future. Remember, don't do anything too well."

I couldn't understand this sentence, but I only understood it here. Good fortune, misfortune, good fortune, it was really hard to make a conclusion until the end.

If he had ever had the opportunity to kill the high priest of the Witch Clan, Zhaoming would not have hesitated at all. With his own voice, the tragedy of the demon clan came from the witch clan, and it also came from the controller of the witch clan. If he could kill him, it would not only help the demon clan, but also to avenge him.

But it is difficult to determine whether it is a blessing or a disaster to kill the high priest of the witch clan at this moment.

This is the envoy of Pangu in the heart of the witch clan. Killing him means there is no chance of turning around again. The witch clan and the demon clan will become irreconcilable enemies and will never stop until death.

In this chaotic era, two opposing races may not be considered a big deal for themselves, but for themselves...

Zhaoming was confused. He didn't want such a result, and he could even be said to be afraid of such a result.

It turns out that fear does not necessarily come from a powerful opponent, but also from an irresistible wave of the times.

"Don't beat it, don't!"

The voice was still calling, so eager, and hoped that Zhaoming would leave.

But how can I let go of such an opportunity? Zhaoming bit his teeth and closed his eyes. A stream of true energy condensed into the meridians. After a little hesitation, he finally pushed his arms over.

The destructive sun fire in the palm of his hand instantly became even brighter, and in the midst of surging, the other words were dazzling.

"ah!"

Two painful roars sounded at the same time, and the high priest of the witch clan roared, the Beidou Ziwei Formation was broken, and the true fire of destruction gushed down. The violent fire of destruction instantly submerged the seriously injured priest of the witch clan. In the screams, the strong man who had been in power for more than 3,600 years of history became the past.

Another painful roar came from Zhaoming. The fire killed the enemy of the demon clan and seemed to have buried his happiness. He could not imagine what the future would be.

Like a wounded lone wolf squatting on the top of Aoxue Mountain, whistling to the sky at the bright moon. Even though he was a little cold and arrogant, he could not return to a warm place.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Endless flames soared into the sky, and the fire veins underground were all vented by this furious consciousness. The entire Wudao turned into lava and slowly sank towards the bottom of the sea.

The world-famous witch holy land became a thing of the past in an instant. The vast land disappeared, and the remaining fire spread on the sea. On the vast sea, only the lonely statue of Houtu was left.

On that beautiful face, two drops of stone tears rolled down, condensed on the face, and she wanted to cry but she had no tears.

"Master High Priest!"

Di Jiang roared, and he thought about many endings, including Donghuang Taiyi as always possessed the vitality that ordinary people could not imagine, and escaped with serious injuries, but he never thought that such consequences would be.

He equips the strongest combat power of the entire clan. The high priest added his eleven brothers, but in the end, the Donghuang Taiyi was injustice. The high priest of the witch clan was killed by the other party in front of his eleven brothers.

This is not only pain, but also shame, a great shame.

"ah!"

Everyone roared angrily and rushed towards Zhaoming with a desperate storm.

"ah!"

Zhaoming also roared loudly, and the magic technique of Rin was activated to the extreme by the painful howling. A storm of mental power was like the might of heaven, rushing all directions.

At this moment, Zhaoming's divine magic reached the strongest moment in his life, and was dominated by madness and could not be controlled.

Faced with this terrifying mental storm, even the ancestor witch could not escape. Although she would not lose her combat power or consciousness in an instant, she was still lost for a long time. When she recovered, she found that the arrogant figure in flames had disappeared without a trace.

Zhaoming escaped, not because he lost to the eleven ancestor witches, but because he lost to himself.

The power of destroying the true fire of the Sun exceeds everyone's expectations, including himself. The overlord power that can offset the water of Guixu cannot be broken even if the eleven ancestor witches join forces. Even the worldly ripples of Zhu Jiuyin can only become Chaixin.

If you continue to fight, Zhaoming will be innate and the ancestor witch may die at any time.

But Zhaoming couldn't fight, or he didn't dare to fight. The future was already crazy, leaving him silent.

At this moment, he just wanted to leave here and leave the statue, and immediately this sea of ​​fire he created himself. It was so surging and terrifying that it burned others and also burned himself.

He was wandering, he was in a daze, the lonely statues in the vast ocean were like a devilish constipation constantly flashing in his heart, making people crazy.

He rushed out of Wudao with the fire escape technique. In a crazy way, he was incredibly fast, like a wounded beast, panicked and did not return to the prehistoric continent, but ran directly towards the South China Sea.

The crazy aura is like a galaxy, rushing up to the nine heavens and down to the nine abyss, stirring up the wild waves of the vast ocean.

The figure that looked like a mad demon was like the punishment of heaven and earth. Wherever it passed, there was nothing to stop it. Desert islands, sea beasts... Everything disappeared into the world in an instant, and even ashes were not left behind.

Even the sea surface was burned to a drop of tens of thousands of meters, and the sea water was not filled until it left.

The waves turned into a tsunami of ten thousand meters high, rushing towards the vast continent that was moving all the way, making the immortals along the Kunlun Fairyland coast not know what had happened, and they all flew towards the deep sea to see the situation.

After getting closer, after feeling Zhaoming's violent aura, his face changed drastically and he fled to Kunlun Fairyland as much as possible.

The demon came out of the Eastern Emperor, and the world was unparalleled. The Eastern Prince was killed and the Taoist of the Three Qingshu was expelled. Under his reputation, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who dared to stop it?

I wondered how the breath of Donghuang Taiyi became so violent, but all the immortals along the way were glad that this fierce god had never come to Kunlun Fairyland, but ran all the way into the South China Sea.

The former site of Wudao.

Di Jiang looked at everything in front of him, his face was as if dead.

The high priest of the Witch Clan died, but the perpetrator ran away. There is no airtight wall in the world. Things here will soon spread all over the world. Donghuang Taiyi will surely shock the world, and the Witch Clan will lose face.

"Damn it, kill, kill to the heavenly court, kill all the demon clan!" Zhu Jiuyin roared loudly and was about to head towards Buzhou Mountain.

"Stop it!"

Di Jiang shouted at him without explaining anything, but walked to the Houtu statue, looked up, and asked in a deep voice: "Why!"
Chapter completed!