Prehistoric: Blood Lord Styx, starting with 100,000 Pangu blood

In Kunpeng's body, there is an original world.

Xuan Ming was trapped in it.

As long as humanity completely refines it, Xuan Ming will really die.

"If you kill my human race, you will have to pay the price."

On Kunpeng's gloomy face, there was a monstrous killing intent.

Now that the Twelve Ancestral Witches have come, one must be left to pay for the human race.

Blood debts are paid in blood, there are comings and goings.

Xuanming is the ancestral witch of rain, and he is better at the law of ice. This person's origin is of great benefit to Kunpeng.

As Xuanming continued to be refined, Kunpeng deliberately let other ancestor witches hear Xuanming's screams.

"Ahh...don't...stop..."

"It hurts...brothers...help me..."

There were bursts of screams, resounding through the nine heavens.

Xuanming is being refined rapidly.

A quasi-sage in the late stage can't bear the endless ravages of humanity.

"Kunpeng, do you dare?"

"Don't let Xuan Ming go, otherwise you will definitely die."

Gong Gong was very sad, he angrily reprimanded Kunpeng.

In the words, there is a sense of threat.

This is not to save Xuanming, but it will irritate Kunpeng and make Xuanming suffer even more.

Sure enough, Kunpeng just smiled slightly.

He urged the human way, and his mana turned into ants, which got into Xuanming's true spirit and began to eat.

Xuan Ming's screams became even more horrific.

Seeing this, Di Jiang seemed to have made some decision.

He looked at Kunpeng and spoke slowly.

"Fellow Taoist Kunpeng, as long as you release Xuan Ming, I will lead the Wu Clan to withdraw."

"There are other conditions, you can mention them as you like, as long as you don't kill my sister."

Di Jiang was full of anger, but he had nowhere to vent it.

Sister Houtu, she has been killed by Di Jun and others.

There were two younger sisters, only one left.

Di Jiang never wanted to see Zu Wu die again.

The witch clan, only their twelve ancestor witches are the real trump card.

This hole card, less than one will not work.

If Xuan Ming died, Di Jiang would just wait to re-select the ancestor witch.

"Are you joking?"

"Human race, you can't kill them all."

"You witch clan and monster clan will be wiped out sooner or later."

"No, there will be people from the race at that time."

"After all, this seat is the teacher of the human race."

Kunpeng increased his mana, and Xuanming was almost refined in an instant.

If you do it humanely, it must be a fine product.

Just now, it was just Kunpeng and Di Jiang and others talking about it.

This is called procrastination.

"Kunpeng, you are courting death."

"Quickly kill him."

Seeing that something was wrong, Di Jiang rushed directly to Kunpeng.

Xuan Ming's screams had already disappeared.

More bad luck than good luck, Di Jiang regretted it.

"It's only now that I realize it, it's too late."

Kunpeng's words struck the hearts of the ancestor witches like a bolt from the blue.

Chapter 208 Bai Ze's Strength

Above Jiuxiao.

The mournful roar of Di Jiang and others came out.

"Kunpeng, how dare you kill my sister, take your life!"

"Little Kunpeng, despicable and shameless, I want to sacrifice Xuanming with your blood."

The sound of cursing and mourning resounded through the world.

Xuanming died and turned into Kunpeng's blood food.

"It's only natural for me to swallow Xuanming."

"The law of rain, the law of mysterious ice, really good."

"It's this Xuan Ming, it's not very tasty."

Kunpeng got cheap and acted like a good boy.