Hong Huang: I married Taiyin Xingjun as my wife

"boom!"

The huge black dragon directly shattered Huanglong Taoist's defense, knocking Huanglong Taoist out of the ring.

"Pfft!" Taoist Huanglong spat out a mouthful of blood again.

"Junior brother, how is it?" Seeing this, Guang Chengzi immediately went to help Taoist Huanglong.

Now there are only ten of the Twelve Golden Immortals left. Qingxu Daodezhenjun and Filiusun were directly beaten to death by Duobao Taoist and Wudang Virgin because they killed Wen Zhong.

He didn't want Taoist Huanglong to have another accident.

"Cough cough!" Taoist Huanglong was about to speak, when he coughed up another mouthful of blood, apparently seriously injured.

"Little devil, this is just a competition, why did you hurt my junior brother like this?" Guang Chengzi angrily yelled at Nezha on the ring.

"It's not my fault, it's because he's so careless!" Nezha said without changing his face.

"You..." Guang Chengzi glared at Nezha angrily. If eyes could kill, Nezha would have died countless times.

"Don't you, you, hurry up and go to the next one, the young master is finished and go back to sleep!" Nezha looked indifferent, such a challenge did not arouse his interest at all.

Although the other party, like him, has the perfect cultivation base of Da Luo Jinxian, he is far behind him in terms of combat.

"Very good, let's see how I teach you a lesson!"

After Guang Chengzi handed Huanglong Taoist into the hands of others, he rushed to the ring with one stride.

"Finally here comes an old man who can beat the old man!" Nezha felt the aura exuded by Guang Chengzi, and could clearly feel that Guang Chengzi was much stronger than Taoist Huanglong.

"Report your name, the poor will not kill the unknown!"

"Listen well, your grandfather, my name is Nezha, the eldest disciple of Empress Nuwa, the disciple of the third generation of Demon Dao!" Nezha proudly introduced with his hands on his waist.

"What? He turned out to be a disciple of Nuwa Saint?"

"Or a third-generation disciple of the devil?"

"No wonder it's so strong!"

For a moment, everyone was a little surprised by Nezha's identity.

"I don't know who it is, so it's the son of Li Jing from Chentangguan! Speaking of which, I'm still your uncle, did your father teach you like this?" Guang Chengzi looked superior.

Li Jing is a disciple of Ran Deng, and he is a big disciple of Chanjiao, and he can be regarded as Li Jing's senior brother. Nezha is Li Jing's son, so he said that Nezha should call him uncle.

"Bah, you shameless old bastard, do you think you are on the same level as my master, Empress Nuwa?" Nezha looked at Guang Chengzi disapprovingly.

Hearing this, Guang Chengzi dared not answer for an instant.

Who is Nuwa?That's a serious saint, does Guangchengzi dare to say that he is the same generation as Nuwa?
"Stop talking nonsense, today I will teach you a lesson for your father!"

Guang Chengzi directly sacrificed the Fantian Seal and attacked Nezha.

"Good job, let's see how the young master teaches you!"

Nezha flipped his wrist, and rushed towards Guang Chengzi with the magic cherry gun.

"Master Zu, who do you think will win between the two of them?" Di Xin looked at the two people who were fighting, and asked Luo Hou in a low voice.

"Guangchengzi!"

Luo Hou didn't even think about it, he just said it.

"Why, I think Junior Brother Nezha is obviously suppressing Guang Chengzi!"

"Look carefully. Guang Chengzi obviously hasn't used his full strength yet. He is still testing Nezha, and Nezha is too arrogant. As the saying goes, arrogant soldiers are bound to lose, and Nezha's defeat is only a matter of time." Luo Hou said lightly. Said.

"Then what should we do? Master, why don't you use some tricks secretly to help Junior Brother Nezha?"

Di Xin knew that Luo Hou's cultivation was the most powerful existence in the prehistoric world, so no one would be able to tell if he used some methods secretly.

"Is your ancestor like that?" Luo Hou glared at Di Xin.

Then he said, "Let Nezha teach you a lesson, too much arrogance will be bad for his future practice!"

"Yes, Master taught me the right thing, I am short-sighted!"

There was a trace of cold sweat on Di Xin's forehead, just now Luo Hou had stared at him so much that he almost died on the spot.

"boom!"

Guang Chengzi seized the opportunity and threw the Fantian Seal directly at Nezha.

Because Nezha underestimated Guang Chengzi, he couldn't dodge for a while, and was directly thrown out of the ring.

Fortunately, the Magic Sakura Spear blocked most of the attacks for him at the last moment, otherwise Nezha would have been seriously injured at this time.

Seeing this, Haotian's frown that had been tightly furrowed relaxed, and a smile appeared on his face.

Ever since he found out that Di Xin had brought demon disciples to join the battle, Haotian was worried.

For fear that Di Xin won this competition, although Guang Chengzi always annoys him, it is still useful at critical moments.

"Huangkou kid, that's all!" Guang Chengzi looked proudly at Nezha who had been kicked out of the ring by him.

Although Guang Chengzi said it was easy, taking down Nezha was not as easy as he said.

"Hmph, don't be complacent, I still have two senior brothers who are not on stage!" After speaking, Nezha went straight to Di Xin and the others.

"You failed His Majesty's expectations, please punish him!" Nezha came to Di Xin and knelt down.

From the eyes of everyone, Nezha is kneeling towards Di Xin, but in fact, the object of Nezha kneeling is Luo Hou who is next to Di Xin.

"It's okay, you've tried your best, get up!" Di Xin quickly helped Nezha up.

"Your Majesty, let me be the next one! I will definitely take this person!" Yang Jian took the initiative to stand up.

"Go!"

Di Xin waved his hand, although he didn't know how strong Yang Jian was.

But he knew that Yang Jian was a disciple of Patriarch Minghe, and Patriarch Minghe had the title that the sea of ​​blood never dries up and Minghe never dies.

It can be seen that the strength of the ancestor Styx is quite strong, and the disciples he teaches will naturally not be weak.

Yang Jian flew and landed directly on the ring.

"Yang Jian, a disciple of Patriarch Minghe, a disciple of the third generation of Mo Dao, please enlighten me!" Yang Jian reported his family as soon as he came up.

"What, he is actually a disciple of Patriarch Styx?"

This time, not only those immortal officials were surprised, but even Haotian was surprised.

As a person in the prehistoric world, Haotian naturally knew the strength of Patriarch Styx.

If there is a real fight, Nuwa may not necessarily be the opponent of Patriarch Styx.

"Yuanshi Tianzun's great disciple, Guang Chengzi!" Seeing this, Guang Chengzi also reported his family name.

Because he felt a strong aura from Yang Jian's body, much stronger than Nezha.

Moreover, Yang Jian reported his family name as soon as he came up, and he didn't say anything provocative. He should also report his family name out of politeness.

"Let's start!" Yang Jian stared at Guang Chengzi with piercing eyes, turned his wrist, and a three-pointed double-edged knife appeared in Yang Jian's hand.

The moment the three-pointed two-edged knife appeared, Guang Chengzi felt a wave of devilish air mixed with bloody air emanating from the weapon.