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

"Dijiang Ancestral Witch!"

All the witches hurriedly bowed down.

Their backbone has finally arrived.

"Zhunti, reception, you guys are going too far!"

"Today's matter, you must give me an explanation."

Looking at the chaotic Wu tribe, Di Jiang showed murderous intent.

"Why, do you want to slaughter the saint?"

Zhunti scratched his head disdainfully.

Sanctification is so invincible.

"It seems that your Pangu Temple is gone, die laughing!"

"Hahaha……"

Jieyin and Zhunti are like scoundrels, adding salt to Zuwu's wounds.

The Pangu Palace was robbed by Emperor Juntai.

The last treasure that Pangu left for them was gone.

"Nothing to do with you!"

"You have to pay the price for saving tens of millions of Wu clan sons."

Di Jiang was furious, his eyes were like copper bells, staring straight at Zhun Ti Jie Yin.

Even though he knew that he was invincible against the Second Saint of the West, Di Jiang still had no fear at all.

He is the pillar of the witch clan, and he must not succumb to the despotic power of these two rascals.

"Saint, do you need to explain to the ants?"

Zhunti casually cast a mana.

Di Jiang didn't have the slightest strength to fight back, so he was sent flying.

A hideous bloodstain appeared on his chest.

Under the saints are all ants.

If Di Jiang hadn't been killed, he would have been contaminated with infinite karma.

Zhunti and Yingying had already killed him.

The protagonist of the calamity is protected by the prehistoric.

Endless karma and cause and effect, even a saint can't bear it.

What's more, Zhunti also issued 48 great ambitions.

"Big brother!"

The other ancestral witches hurriedly supported Di Jiang.

"Why don't we set up a large array of gods and demons in the Twelve Capitals, and fight with them."

"Grandma has a leg, I agree."

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong feel humiliated in their hearts.

Their witch clan only respects Pangu and must never surrender.

"Shut up!"

"Don't do anything!"

Di Jiangkou vomited blood and quickly blocked other ancestor witches.

If you can't beat it, why bother to resist.

Everyone in the witch clan needs the protection of the ancestor witches.

"You go!"

Di Jiang closed his eyes helplessly, unable to bear to look directly at those clansmen.

It's all his fault, his cultivation is no match for others.

Even the tribe can't protect it.

"Fellow Daoist Di Jiang, then my senior brother will go."

Zhunti didn't want to stay in the Wu clan any longer.

It is better for the lich to meddle less.

These tens of millions of witch believers are enough.

In the unwilling eyes of Zuwu and the Wu clan, Zhunti and Jieying turned around and were about to leave.

"Quick pick up and guide, don't rush to go."

A figure appeared in front of the two of them.

It is the demon ancestor mosquito Taoist.

After a while, Emperor Jun Taiyi also came with ten demon saints, Zhen Yuanzi, and Hong Yun.

As for the demon general who was nearly a thousand quasi-sage early, he was sent back to the demon court by Emperor Jun Taiyi.

"I have seen the demon ancestor."

Zhunti received Yin Gong and said.

They were shocked, why did the Yaozu come.

Daoist Mosquito of the Monster Race, this is a veteran saint, it's not easy to deal with.

"The emperor opened the skylight and spoke clearly."

"The Witch Clan is the enemy of the Monster Clan. Even if these witches are converted, they are still the Witch Clan."

"Where the wizard is, the army of the demon clan will appear there."

"Thousands of witches, are the two fellow Taoists sure you want to bring them back to the west?"

Di Jun took a step forward, majestic.

The power of the demon emperor suppresses all creatures.

Even if Zhunti picked him up, he still felt the monstrous imperial prestige on Dijun.

"This……"

"Fellow Daoist Emperor Jun, the west is barren and lacks manpower."

"My brother, I also think about the prehistoric and myriad spirits."

Jieyin looked at Dijun and the others, as well as the stern-faced Mosquito Taoist, feeling entangled in his heart.

"OK then!"

"My master has nothing to do recently, why don't you let him go to the west?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Di Jun moved out of the backstage.

Anyway, he was talking nonsense, to scare the second sage of the West.

These two saints are so poor that they are nothing.

"Brother, what should I do?"

"This Emperor Jun Taiyi's master, you can't offend him!"

Prompt to guide the sound transmission channel.

"Don't lose the big because of small things, let's go."

Jieyin hesitated for a moment and made up his mind.

Styx, don't offend.

Tens of millions of witches are not enough to turn Zhunti and Jieying against the Yaozu.

"Fellow Daoist Emperor Jun, it's because my brother is being reckless."

"There are thousands of witches, so don't worry about it."

"See you in the future."

Received a glance at the tens of thousands of witches.

So he pulled Zhunti and wanted to leave.

The people of the Wu clan on the side looked ashamed.

These are two great powers, rebelling in their Wu clan's home.

The Wu Clan is too weak to be insulted by them like this.

If there are saints in the Wu clan, they will be glorious for countless years.

"Fellow Daoist Zhunti, you left something behind."

"A dead witch is no longer a witch."

Di Jun said casually, reminding him to pick him up.

These thousands of witches cannot return to the west alive, but their flesh and blood can.

The blood spirit fruit tree is waiting to be fed.

If a large number of blood spirit fruits are cultivated, then the west can also gather a large number of living beings.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Emperor Jun."

With that said, Zhunti's mana was dispatched.

In the blink of an eye, the tens of thousands of witches lost their vitality, lying on the ground like pigs.

Grabbing from a distance, Zhunti took all the bodies of the witches into his pocket.

"Zhunti, you are courting death!"

"Sir Lang of the Wu clan, follow me to destroy the thieves."

Qiangliang and the others were filled with grief and burst into anger.

Countless witches are also heartbroken.

Zhunti killed someone in front of them, what an insult.

"Stop, do you want the witch clan to be wiped out?"

Zhu Jiuyin is very few among the ancestors and witches.

He shook his head helplessly, with tears in his eyes.

The strength gap is too big, this will only lead to death.

"Zhunti, welcome, let's go!"

Gritting her teeth, Zhu Jiuyin spat out these words with difficulty.

"Dijun, Taiyi, are you still not leaving?"

Looking at the culprit, Zhu Jiuyin's heart was full of hatred.

Seeing this, Di Jun raised the corner of his mouth and flew towards the demon court with all the demon clans.

The Wu Clan was devastated, and the Wu Clan suffered heavy losses in this battle.

Only Xing Tian broke through to the late quasi-sage stage, which may be the greatest comfort to them.

"Brother, I was tricked."

"The karma of thousands of witches is a bit heavy."

Zhunti's face was full of displeasure.

This trip is a complete paddling.

After thinking about it, I was cheated.

Whether it's the blood spirit fruit or the thousands of witches, this is basically a game.

Although, this is what he was willing to get into.

"Made, the two clans of liches appeared at the same time, and the catastrophe suddenly increased, and even our catastrophe entered our bodies."

Jie Yin looked serious.

This amount of calamity is too terrifying, it can actually affect a saint.

Deceiving the primordial spirit and forcibly lowering one's intelligence is so terrifying.

"It doesn't matter, let's go back to Mount Sumeru first."

"The harvest this time is not bad, enough to cultivate hundreds of blood spirit fruits."

"A top-grade innate spirit fruit, this is a chance."

Zhun Ti smashed his mouth, full of anticipation.

"It's all your fault. You swallowed so many spiritual fruits of Kunpeng last time."

"Brother, is that a play on the occasion, next time brother gets beaten, and then eats the spiritual fruit."

"Go away, you are familiar with this job, do it yourself!"