Honghuang: I, Huanglong, refine the heavens and do not join the Chan sect

Gonggong's move ignited the fuse of the war.

If it was before this, the Sun Temple would still be afraid of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. After all, the Twelve Ancestral Witches all had the perfect cultivation of the Golden Immortal. In terms of high-end combat power, the Sun Temple still had a certain gap compared to them.

But this time after returning from Zixiao Palace, Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi and Kunpeng have all become quasi-saints, and their high-end combat power is even higher than the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

How could Di Jun watch his men being killed by Gonggong in front of him? He immediately led the ten demon generals to fight with the Ancestral Witches.

Only Donghuang Taiyi and Houtu stood in place, with a bit of fear on their faces.

Although Di Jun and Kunpeng had already killed the good corpse and opened the door of Hunyuan, becoming a quasi-saint.

However, each of the twelve ancestor witches has the perfect cultivation of the Golden Immortal, and they are strong in their bodies and proficient in the laws of the Great Dao.

After Hou Tu's breakthrough, their strength has also been slightly improved under the connection of Qi. Often, one ancestor witch can restrain multiple demon generals.

In the case of fighting with more people against fewer, even Di Jun and Kunpeng can't get any benefits under their joint efforts.

To break this deadlock, external forces must intervene.

Dang——!

At this moment, a bell sounded through Buzhou Mountain, and Donghuang Taiyi chose to take action.

As a witch, even Hou Tu has a somewhat irritable temper. Now that she has been beaten to Buzhou Mountain, how can she sit idly by?

"Today, I will let you see the power of the Father God!"

Hou Tu smiled coldly, and her body expanded rapidly. In the blink of an eye, she turned into a giant with his feet on the ground and his head on the sky.

Then she clenched her right hand, and a vague giant axe appeared in her hand.

At the same time

In Kunlun Sanqing Hall, the Taiji Diagram and Pangu Banner shook slightly.

With the tacit consent of Taiqing and Yuqing Taoist, a part of the power was released to break the surrounding void and add it to the giant axe in Houtu's hand, making the giant axe more real and more powerful.

The Chaos Bell in Donghuang Taiyi's hand, like the Taiji Diagram and Pangu Banner, also trembled slightly, which made him frown slightly and saw the extraordinaryness of Houtu's move.

However, since Houtu was his enemy, Donghuang Taiyi naturally could not do anything to help his opponent.

With his thoughts turning, the Chaos Bell soon calmed down.

"It seems that in the years since I left Honghuang, your Wu clan has also gained a lot of luck, so let me see what you can do!"

Looking at the huge axe in Houtu's hand, Donghuang Taiyi was not afraid at all, and the fighting spirit in his heart burned fiercely.

For a militant, it is a very refreshing thing to be able to fight an opponent who is comparable to him.

In Donghuang Taiyi's view, bullying the weak is never something worth boasting about.

In this regard, Donghuang Taiyi and the Wu Clan are very similar. If it weren't for the issue of stance, Donghuang Taiyi and the Wu Clan might have gotten to know each other, but now...

It's unlikely!

The Wu Clan will not forgive the creatures that repeatedly offended Buzhou Mountain, and the Temple of the Sun will not let go of the Wu Clan that slaughtered the creatures under its command.

Ding——!

As soon as Donghuang Taiyi finished speaking, he punched the Chaos Bell with a heavy fist, emitting a bell sound that resounded through the world.

The next moment.

The time and space of the land inside and outside Buzhou Mountain seemed to have solidified.

Time stopped flowing, and there were no more waves in space.

Everything stopped at this moment, even the ancestors of witches such as Di Jun, Kunpeng and Di Jiang could not move for a while.

Ding——!

In this space where time and space solidified, a bell sounded again.

In an instant, the five elements in Buzhou Mountain were in chaos, yin and yang were reversed, and all kinds of mysterious and strange phenomena appeared.

There was divine fire in the sea water, spiritual flowers bloomed in the divine gold, yang energy sank, and yin energy rose...

What's more fatal is that the twelve ancestor witches felt that time was going backwards, their Taoism was declining, and their bodies were weakening, as if their bodies were going to return to the state when they were just born.

Donghuang Taiyi was already amazing in combat power, and now he has the cultivation of a quasi-saint, plus he used the innate treasure-Chaos Bell, which is simply beyond the reach of Daluo Jinxian.

If it continues, the bodies of the twelve ancestor witches will be greatly damaged in the time regression.

At that time, they will inevitably be severely injured and can only retreat to Buzhou Mountain, relying on Pangu's remaining will to stabilize the situation slightly.

"Hmph!"

At this critical moment, a cold snort suddenly came from the sky.

I saw cracks appearing in the space around Hou Tu, spreading towards the distance.

Then there was a sound of "clang", and the space beside her shattered like glass, and the giant axe in her hand chopped down towards Donghuang Taiyi.

Houtu's axe was like Pangu's axe of creation, as if it could split the heaven and earth, but the residual power could shatter the frozen time and space, so Donghuang Taiyi naturally did not dare to be careless.

The fighting spirit in his heart burned more and more vigorously. The Sun Temple had fought in the prehistoric world for so many years, and Houtu was the strongest enemy he had ever seen.

In order to show respect to the powerful enemy, Donghuang Taiyi pinched the spell with one hand, slapped his palm on his heart, and sprayed a stream of blood like the scorching sun, which fell into the Chaos Bell.

Clang——!

The Chaos Bell exuded infinite divine light, carrying endless chaotic energy, and rushed towards the illusory giant axe in Houtu's hand.

Bang——!

Accompanied by a loud noise that resounded throughout the prehistoric world, the Chaos Bell and the Illusionary Axe collided heavily, shattering the surrounding space.

Countless members of the Wu Clan and the creatures of the Sun Temple were annihilated by this blow, leaving no trace.

Even the Daluo Jinxian was seriously injured and was blown away hundreds of thousands of miles, and even some of the weaker Great Wus and Daluo Jinxian died because of this.

Even Di Jun, Kunpeng and the other eleven ancestors of the Wu stopped fighting and withdrew from the center of the battle.

As the two sides of the battle, Donghuang Taiyi and Houtu were also in a bad state.

Donghuang Taiyi's mouth was bleeding and flew backwards for thousands of miles.

Relatively speaking, Houtu's situation was much better. She just took a few steps back and her face was slightly pale.

Donghuang Taiyi and other quasi-saints who cut out the good corpse had just pushed open the Hunyuan Gate, while Houtu not only pushed open the Hunyuan Gate, but also squeezed half of her body into it, and her realm was higher than that of the quasi-saint.

In addition, Hou Tu's move simulated Pangu's axe of opening the sky, which was a powerful attacking magic. It was normal for Donghuang Taiyi to fall below.

However, the battle between the two sides was too noisy, and the Sun Temple and the Wu Clan suffered heavy casualties. Even the central space of the battle was shattered, and it would take thousands of years for the prehistoric world to repair itself.

If the fight continues, I am afraid that Buzhou Mountain will be affected, which is something the Wu Clan does not want to see no matter what.

The Sun Temple was already at a disadvantage, so naturally it was unwilling to fight any further.

"Humph! This matter will not be let go!"

Lose the battle but not the battle. Even if the fight continues, the loss of the Sun Temple will be greater. Di Jun still left a harsh word and left with the remaining creatures of the Sun Temple.

After this battle, no matter what the reason, the hatred between the Wu Clan and the Sun Temple has become difficult to adjust, and the friction will continue to increase in the future, and the prehistoric world will become more and more chaotic.

Zixiao Palace.

"Everything is on the right track. Next..."

Watching the people from the Sun Temple leave, Sage Hongjun couldn't help but reveal a faint smile on his calm face.

It doesn't matter whether it's good or bad, everything is for the sake of the Tao.