Hong Huang: I, Styx, stepped on the way of heaven and suppressed all beings

Lingxiao Palace.

Di Jun and Tai looked gloomy.

The ancestor witch offered 1000 million demon pills to insult them.

Of course Di Jun and Tai Yi will not swallow their anger.

"The demon emperor's kind intentions, how could we refuse?"

"eat!"

Di Jiang was the first to pick up a spiritual fruit and threw it into his mouth.

Seeing this, other ancestral witches also tasted it.

In an instant.

A huge blood energy filled the air.

After eating the spiritual fruit, Di Jiang only felt a fever in his stomach, and his physical body was lifted a little bit.

"Brother, this spiritual fruit can improve our physical body."

Zhu Jiuyin revealed a look of joy.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Emperor Jun."

"Spiritual fruit is very suitable for the taste of my twelve ancestor witches."

Di Jiang didn't think too much, and laughed out loud.

"Fellow Daoist likes it."

Di Jun laughed incredulously.

All of a sudden, the Lingxiao Palace was filled with cups and cups, very happy.

"Since that's the case, Kunpeng will give spiritual fruits to fellow Taoists."

Kunpeng took out another twelve jade boxes, each containing twelve blood-colored spiritual fruits.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches tasted it wantonly.

They only felt a surge of blood rushing to their hearts, lifting their physical bodies.

"Fellow Daoist Emperor Jun, do you have a share with my senior brother?"

Zhunti saw that the bloody spiritual fruit was very effective, so he couldn't help asking Dijun for it.

This kind of spiritual fruit has a predestined relationship with the West.

"Junior brother, I advise you not to ask for it."

"This spiritual fruit is specially cultivated for Di Jiang and other ancestral witches, you can't grasp it."

Seeing this, Kunpeng opened his mouth to persuade Zhunti and Yingying.

"Oh, the demon emperor can't be stingy."

"The top-grade innate spiritual fruit, my senior brother has long wanted to taste it."

"The West is barren, and our lives are miserable."

While talking, Zhunti wiped away tears again.

The actor possessed him instantly, making everyone sigh.

"you sure?"

Kunpeng reminded again.

"Pindao is sure, you can give it to me."

Seeing that Zhunti was so decisive, Kunpeng had no choice but to give up.

"These spiritual fruits are given to the two fellow Taoists."

Di Jun winked at Kunpeng.

Kunpeng took out two jade boxes.

"Brother, well done."

The guide gave Zhunti a thumbs up.

Only Dijun, Taiyi, and Kunpeng looked at each other.

This is what you want to eat, don't blame us.

"Thank you fellow Taoist Dijun, this spirit fruit tastes good."

The quasi-mention and reception are savored carefully.

This spiritual fruit has the effect of improving the physical body.

Seeing this, the other great powers became puzzled.

The two clans of Liches have been at odds with each other for a long time, would the Yaozu have such good intentions?

Quasi-mention and reception are also very good at acting.

There are not many congratulatory gifts, and they are envious of eating and taking.

But soon, they could no longer envy them.

"May I ask the Demon Emperor, the Demon Emperor, what is the name of this spirit fruit?"

"How was it cultivated?"

Hong Yun thought for a moment, then spoke.

He sensed something was wrong.

This spiritual fruit is blood-colored.

It also contains endless blood.

The Yaozu must have put a lot of thought into cultivating this spiritual fruit.

"This is the blood spirit fruit, which was cultivated by the monster race for thousands of years."

"Dear friends, please take a look."

Immediately, Donghuang Taiyi cast his magic power.

A huge void appeared on the ground of Lingxiao Palace.

This void leads directly to No.15 Chongtian.

In an instant, a bloody breath came out.

I saw that endless space.

Hundreds of blood-colored fruit trees took root on the blood-colored earth.

Look carefully, where is the earth?

This is obviously a blood spirit fruit tree cultivated with endless headless corpses.

The Twelve Ancestral Witch sensed a familiar aura from the corpse.

Soon, they were heartbroken.

This endless corpse turned out to be the Wu Clan who was murdered by the Monster Clan.

Their heads were cut off, and they built a million-mile Jingguan in Buzhou Mountain.

The body was collected by the demon clan and used as fertilizer for cultivating blood spirit fruit.

And what their twelve ancestor witches ate were spiritual fruits cultivated by the flesh and blood of countless sons of the Wu tribe.

Accurate mention and reception are like eating shit.

Kunpeng gave them a comforting look.

I reminded you a long time ago, don't blame me.

The other great powers looked at the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Zhunti with playful expressions.

Nima, Yaozu is too ruthless.

"This blood spirit fruit is really fragrant."

Zhunti simply did nothing and continued to eat.

What he ate was spiritual fruit, not flesh and blood.

After giving myself a while of self-hypnosis, the two of them ate deliciously.

Other great powers only feel disgusting.

Fortunately, I am not as shameless as these two in the West.

"Ah ah ah."

"Di Jun, Tai Yi, you are courting death."

Dijiang was in blood and tears, and directly killed Dijun.

The other twelve ancestral witches had blood dripping from their hearts.

"In Lingxiao Palace, you must not be presumptuous."

In an instant, a huge coercion swept over everyone.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were suppressed on the spot.

A figure walked out of the void.

Dressed in a blood-colored Taoist robe, his complexion is gloomy.

This is Taoist Mosquito who has been dormant in the sea of ​​blood for countless years.

Ever since Styx bestowed the exercises and Pangu's blood essence, Taoist Mosquito has made rapid progress.

The law of devouring is like a broken bamboo.

Just a hundred years ago, he successfully broke through to Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

Styx ordered Taoist Mosquito to go to Yaozu.

Of course, Taoist Mosquito would not act unless Di Jun and Tai Yi were in life-or-death crisis.

His identity can be regarded as the guardian of Di Jun and Tai Yi.

"I have seen the demon ancestor."

Dijun, Taiyi and Kunpeng saluted together.

"Don't be too polite."

"You are master's apprentices, and your status is more noble than mine."

Mosquito Taoist hurriedly stopped Dijun and Taiyi.

Demon ancestor, this is the title given to him by Dijun and Taiyi.

Mosquito Taoist was not fooled by this name.

His position is just a servant of Styx.

Where is this demon ancestor?
Even relying on coercion alone, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were suppressed.

These twelve ancestor witches are powerful.

Could it be that he is a saint?

Sanqing, quasi-promotion and introduction.

In an instant, a cloud was cast over my heart.

How is this still playing?
"This is Taoist Mosquito, the ancestor of my demon clan, whose cultivation has reached the realm of a saint."

Dijun and Taiyi introduced to everyone.

"Really a saint?"

Shock!

"Meet the saint!"

All the powerful people present bowed their hands in salute.

"There's no need to be too polite, Pindao is just a servant of the master, you continue."

As he spoke, Daoist Mosquito waved his hand, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches were thrown out of the 33rd heaven by him.

Twelve large deep pits of tens of thousands of miles appeared on the prehistoric land.

The Twelve Ancestral Witch, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, struggled to get up from the pit.

With a gloomy expression on his face, Di Jiang didn't say a word.

There are saints in the Yaozu, but they don't even know it.

Moreover, Daoist Mosquito, the demon ancestor, is actually just a servant.

What kind of state is the master of Taoist Mosquito, Di Jiang doesn't know.

Physically and mentally exhausted, he was under a lot of pressure.

Can the Witch Clan really defeat the Yao Clan?

Is the Wu Clan really about to be destroyed?

"Report to the Demon Emperor, the Demon Emperor."

"The empress, the demon empress, is not far from Lingxiao Palace."

In the shock of everyone, the ghost car came to Lingxiao Palace.

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