manynovel Chapter 448 Birth of Heaven
Chapter 448 Birth of Heaven
Chapter 448 Birth of Heaven
"Hongyun, let the ancestor die!"
Kunpeng, who approached quietly, roared ferociously in his heart, his arm had already melted into an extremely sharp feather knife, and he stabbed suddenly.
"Pfft!"
In an instant, Hong Yun was pierced through the heart by Kunpeng's feather knife. He spurted out a mouthful of divine blood, and his face instantly turned pale, like white paper.
"It's you!"
Hong Yun turned his head and looked behind him, seeing that the attacker was Kunpeng, his eyes were tearing apart, "Kunpeng, I will never let you go even if I die!"
Hong Yun shouted frantically, with a ferocious and crazy expression, and terrifying energy was brewing in Hong Yun's body.
Seeing this, Kunpeng's face changed drastically, and he quickly drew out his feather knife, turned into Kunpeng, flapped his wings, and soared ninety thousand li!
"boom!"
At the moment when Kunpeng was flying, the red cloud body exploded again, and the terrifying quasi-sacred energy spread around, and everything it passed was flattened.
Even the [-]-mile high altitude was affected, and the real space was exploded again, directly affecting the power of the Lich and the two sides in the melee.
All of them were caught off guard by Hong Yun's self-detonation, and hurriedly dodged here, and before it was too late, they were protected by magic weapons.
The witch clan doesn't know magic weapons, but they are physically strong, and they have the bodies of ancestor witches, so they can resist the aftermath of the energy attack.
For a time, the world on this side was nearly a million miles away, and all suffered twists and turns, and the land below was devastated, looking miserable on earth.
"I didn't expect that this good old man would be so stubborn, and he would choose to blew himself up. It's really impressive."
Dijiang, who was a million miles away, couldn't help admiring the aftermath of the energy that was still fermenting.Zhu Jiuyin beside him also nodded and said in a concentrated voice.
"He was going to die with Kunpeng, but unfortunately, Kunpeng escaped too fast, but was seriously injured, not really hurt at all."
Kunpeng belonged to the monster clan, so it was a pity that the witch clan didn't die.
Even if Kunpeng has not joined the camp of the Yaozu, but as a Yaozu, the Wuzu is naturally hostile to him.
Therefore, after sensing that Kunpeng was not dead, he couldn't help feeling sorry for Hongyun.
"It is indeed a pity that Hongyun is a decisive person. He used the good corpse to self-destruct in an attempt to hide from the sight of all sentient beings and hide in the prehistoric world. However, he was discovered by Kunpeng. Now, he self-destructed and died because of Kunpeng. It is really his fate. also."
Houtu also felt sorry for Hongyun.
However, Zhu Rong didn't care about this. He looked around and suddenly said anxiously, "Brother, what are you feeling here? The people from the Yaozu ran away, why don't you chase them quickly."
As he said that, Zhu Rong wanted to pursue him, but was stopped by Houtu beside him.
"Forget it, Sixth Brother, the most important thing now is to comprehend this majestic purple energy. If we can prove the way and become holy by this, our witch clan will be able to enjoy long-term peace and stability."
"Little sister is right."
Zhu Jiuyin, a wise man of the Wu tribe, immediately agreed, and Di Jiang also thought it was reasonable, so he didn't go after Di Jun and others.
After all, in his opinion, Di Jun and the others were defeated.
But the fact is the same, and now the Yaozu is still weak in front of the Wuzu.
This weakness was gradually changed after Nu Wa made man a saint.
It was not until later that the situation was formed where the witch controlled the earth and the demon controlled the sky. However, at this time, it had already entered the final moment of the lich's calamity.
"Go back, wait until we understand the foundation of this great avenue, and no one in this ancient world can stop the rise of my ancestral witch!"
With a big wave of Di Jiang's hand, he raised the majestic purple air towards the sky, and his inspiring words made other ancestral witches look excited.
But at this time, the mutation happened again in vain——
"call out!"
At this moment, Hongmeng Ziqi suddenly broke free from Dijiang's control, and flew directly to the upper realm at a speed that Dijiang and other ancestor witches couldn't match.
"Don't go!!"
Di Jiang looked confused at first, and then shouted to follow him. The other ancestral witches were also stunned, and then they also chased after him.
However, the Hongmeng Purple Qi seemed to be supported by some powerful force, and it actually escaped directly in front of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, making it difficult to trace its traces.
"hateful!"
Di Jiang shouted angrily.
"Brother, what the hell is going on? How did you let Primordial Purple Qi go away?"
"correct."
"Brother, what's going on?"
All the ancestral witches gathered, but Di Jiang had a gloomy face, "I didn't let go of the Primordial Purple Qi. I caught it very close, so it's impossible for it to fly away."
Zhu Rong said directly, "Then why did the Hongmeng purple energy suddenly fly away?"
Di Jiang shook his head, "I don't know either, that primordial purple air suddenly slipped away very slipperily, and I couldn't control it at all."
Zhu Rong and other ancestor witches were all silent when they heard the words.
The Wu Clan's think tank Zhu Jiuyin seemed to have some realization, with a serious look on his face, "Being able to snatch away this Hongmeng Purple Qi easily from the hands of the eldest brother, no one in this ancient world can do it."
As soon as Zhu Jiuyin said this, Di Jiang stared as if he had realized something, "Second brother, what do you mean?"
Zhu Jiuyin nodded at him, and then looked up at the direction of Zixiao Palace in the chaos beyond the 33 heavens.
"Brother, do you think it's Hongjun?"
Xuan Ming is straightforward and outspoken.
Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin didn't think much, and nodded slightly.
Seeing this, the fiery Zhu Rong immediately lost his temper. "This dog is better than Hongjun. He only knows how to play tricks behind his back. He is simply a saint!"
Zhu Rong didn't care if Hongjun was a saint, he just opened his mouth and cursed.
However, as soon as Zhu Rong's words fell, a divine thunder fell from the sky and directly smashed Zhu Rong to the ground.
"Blessing!"
"Sixth brother!"
"Sixth!"
Di Jiang and other ancestor witches flew down quickly, only to see a huge pit appeared on the ground, and in the pit Zhu Rong was lying there, his face scorched and unconscious.
The ancestor witches hurriedly came to Zhu Rong to investigate his situation.
"Fortunately, it's just a coma."
Di Jiang checked Zhu Rong's physical condition and found that he was fine. He was just knocked unconscious and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
The same was true for other ancestral witches, but Gonggong, who also had a bad temper, couldn't help but get angry when he saw Zhu Rong lying here. He pointed at the sky angrily, opened his mouth and cursed, "This dog is better than Hong."
"Fifth brother, don't be impulsive!"
"Five brothers!"
Di Jiang and other ancestor witches quickly stopped Gonggong to stop him from cursing.
Houtu shook his head at Gonggong, and warned him. "Fifth brother, saints cannot be insulted. If you don't want to be like sixth brother, you'd better stop talking."
Gong Gong clenched his fists tightly, turned his head to look at Zhu Rong who was lying on the ground emitting a scorched black breath, he gritted his teeth, finally turned his head away, and chose to endure.
Ancestral witches don't respect heaven and earth, or saints, but they have to bow their heads in the face of the strongest.
There is no way, the fist is not as hard as the opponent, and he will be beaten.
Otherwise, relying on the arrogance of the Wu clan, they would not bow their heads at all.
Especially when the other party also injured their brother, this is to fight the other party desperately.
"Is this the power of a saint?"
Di Jiang also glared at the sky angrily, and he also hated Hongjun extremely in his heart, but at the same time, he was also afraid of him.
"In front of him, we are as weak as ants."
Zhu Jiuyin also had a gloomy face. When Di Jiang heard this, he was silent at first, and then he raised his voice and said, "Ants? We are not! After we go back, we will step up our practice of the Twelve Capital Gods' Formation. By then, , even a saint can be killed!"
Xuanming and other ancestor witches all showed firm expressions when they heard the words.
The pride of the Wu clan absolutely does not allow anyone to step on their heads, not even the saint Hongjun!
Bei Ming.
A huge Kunpeng bird descended from the sky, and finally landed on the rocks in the sea.
Immediately afterwards, Kun Pengniao transformed into a Taoist.
The Taoist yelled at the black clothes, but scarlet blood flowed on them.
"Damn Hongyun, he is not safe when he is dying, and caused the ancestor to be so severely injured!"
Kunpeng clenched his fists tightly, his falcon eyes were full of murderous intent and tyranny.
Obviously, Hong Yun's self-destruction caused him serious injuries, which also made Kunpeng even more annoyed at him.
As the saying goes, if you steal a chicken, you won’t lose a lot of rice, and this is the case with Kunpeng.
Not only did he not get the Primordial Purple Qi, but he was almost killed by Hong Yun. Kunpeng was in a bloodbath this trip.
Of course, not only Kunpeng suffered a loss, but also the liches and monsters. In other words, everyone suffered a loss, except that Hongjun, who was aloof, was the only beneficiary.
With the fall of the red cloud, the evil spirit between heaven and earth suddenly doubled.
At this moment, the invisible place in the depths of the prehistoric desolate place, full of evil spirits, disordered heavenly secrets, and the calamity of heaven and earth, has already been opened.
And this time the calamity obviously included all the prehistoric beings, and no one could be spared. This time the calamity was even more terrifying than the first calamity of Long Han.
And all of this is what Hongjun wants to see the most.
A sage transcends the six realms, is not among the five elements, and has no fear of calamity at all.
And Hongjun wants to promote the calamity. Only in this way can he better control this ancient land. The Hongyun incident was actually planned by him.
He had planned for Hongyun long ago, and handed over the primordial purple energy to him, causing Zixiaoke to compete with him, and the Lich was bound to make a move, and if the two sides competed, resentment would inevitably arise.
Especially in the end, everyone knew that the Hongmeng Purple Qi was on the Wu Clan, and the Great Master's gaze suddenly shifted from Hong Yun to the Wu Clan.
However, Hongjun had cast spells on the Primordial Purple Qi long ago, and the Primal Purple Qi would only be taken back in the end, and the Witch Clan would also be counted against.
In other words, the two tribes of lich and those who stared at the Hongmeng Purple Qi were all plotted by him.
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Buzhou Mountain.
Ling Feng, who had been secretly cultivating and comprehending the primordial purple energy, also felt the shock outside.
But after learning that it was Hong Yun who blew himself up, he shook his head, "This fellow, Hong Yun, deserves to be blamed."
Ling Feng didn't feel any surprise or regret at Hong Yun's fall, he knew that Hong Yun would die a long time ago.
After all, there is a price to pay for getting anything from Hongjun.
Especially since this thing is extremely precious, it is even more terrible!
"If you want to survive in this primitive world, guard against the heavens, the saints, and Hongjun. This is the law of survival in the primitive world."
Ling Feng said with emotion, "If you don't become a saint, you will be an ant in the end. If I don't want to be tricked by Hongjun, I have to transcend the way of proof before I can compete with him."
Thinking of this, Ling Feng began to bury his head in cultivation again, continuing to comprehend the primordial purple energy.
at the same time.
Sun Star, Demon Court.
"Damn witch clan!"
Emperor Jun, Taiyi and the ten demon saints returned to the Demon Court, and they were all very angry. The hot-tempered Gui Che even slapped the wisteria chair and vented his anger.
The other demon saints were also full of anger, not only because they couldn't get back the primordial purple energy, but also because their strength was suppressed by the ancestral witch.
Some demon saints still maintain their embarrassed appearance, and they are even more unhappy inside.
However, at the very moment when the atmosphere in the demon court was extremely cold, a burst of cheers made the atmosphere of the demon court freeze suddenly.
"Your Majesty, great joy! Great joy!"
This voice made Di Jun, who had a gloomy face, frown.Overjoyed?Congratulations, I failed to steal the Hongmeng Purple Qi, but I was beaten by the Wu Clan barbarians until I ran away with my tail between my legs?
Di Jun, who was in a bad mood, had a gloomy look on his face. But when he saw that the other party was Fuxi, he didn't immediately blame him. Instead, he knew how to restrain himself, but his face was still a little cold.
"Friend Fuxi, where does the joy come from?"
Seeing Fuxi flying into the demon court, Di Jun sat on the throne and looked at Fuxi from above.
The latter seemed to have some great joy, and did not notice anything wrong with the atmosphere in the Demon Court. He bowed to Emperor Jun with an excited expression, and then said, "Your Majesty, I have found a holy land for cultivation that is suitable for the development of my Demon Clan."
When Di Jun heard this, he swept away the haze, quickly stood up from his seat, flew directly to Fuxi's side, and asked one after another, "Fellow Fuxi, what you said is true? How did you find it? Where is it?"
At this time, Di Jun had already forgotten all the previous unpleasantness.
What the Monster Clan needs most now is to find a paradise where all the Monster Clan can live and practice. Only in this way can the Monster Clan develop and grow stronger, compete with the Witch Clan, and dominate the ancient world!
This is Dijun's ambition.
Now, when he heard that Fuxi had found the Holy Land of the Monster Clan, Di Jun couldn't help but lose his composure.
Especially after he had fought with the Witch Clan just now, and he was defeated miserably, he even wanted to strengthen the Monster Clan and get back his face.
This point coincided with other demon saints, so after learning that Fuxi had found the holy land of the demon race, they all gathered together, wanting to know where the holy place of cultivation that Fuxi was talking about was.
"Your Majesty, the Hetu Luoshu that Pindao borrowed from you is actually used for calculation. After thousands of years of calculation, I found a holy place that is connected with the luck of my monster clan. If I can get it, it will be my A crucial opportunity for the rise of the Yaozu, it will allow my Yaozu to grow stronger and become the overlord of the prehistoric world!"
Looking at the great powers of the monster clan surrounding him, Fuxi straightened his waist, and said very proudly and affirmatively.
As soon as these words came out, all the demon saints and even Emperor Juntai were excited.
"Where is that place?"
Hearing Dijun's question, Fuxi didn't hesitate, and told him directly. "It's in Buzhou Mountain, 33 Chongtian!"
Tai Yi heard this, and quickly suggested. "Brother, what are you waiting for, go and have a look!"
Di Jun nodded excitedly, summoned the top ten demon saints, and asked Fuxi to lead the way to Mount Buzhou.
Buzhou Mountain is located in the 33rd heaven.
At this moment, thirteen figures gathered.
That is Emperor Jun Taiyi, Fuxi and the ten demon saints.
"Your Majesty, if you break this innate formation, you can find the holy land of our demon clan."
Fuxi pointed to the innate formation that was covered by the clouds, and he had already deciphered it at this moment, he suggested to Dijun.
Upon hearing this, the latter hurriedly summoned the great powers of the monster race to break the innate formation together.
Behind what can be covered up by the innate formation, the Jedi hides a big secret. Knowing this, Di Jun, with an excited heart, continued to use his magic to crack the innate formation.
Time passed slowly, and the big formation was finally broken by the mighty powers of Di Jun and the monster clan.
"boom!!!"
Suddenly the sky trembled, and the entire prehistoric world could feel it.
Terrifying fluctuations swept across and shook, and then, the empty void suddenly twisted violently, and then, the scene in front of him changed drastically.
The 33 heavens, which were originally empty, turned into a majestic palace, filled with the power of stars.
In this scene, all the demon clans were shocked and surprised.
"What a strong star power!"
"This is definitely a holy place for cultivation!"
"Great!"
The ten demon saints exclaimed and cheered.
There was also an excited smile on Di Jun's face, and he couldn't suppress it no matter what.
However, when he looked at the majestic palace and the huge gate of heaven at the forefront of the palace, his face showed shock.
On the huge Tianmen, write three big characters 'South Tianmen'!
Looking at the simple divine body, Di Jun immediately understood.
Shenwen is the earliest prehistoric style, and it is also the common language of prehistoric creatures. Di Jun knows it at a glance.
(End of this chapter)