Honghuang: I really don’t want to be the Emperor of Heaven

The battle on Tianshan Mountain is in full swing!

Zhu Rong fought five people alone, and it was very difficult, especially the Zhulong on the opposite side, which made Zhu Rong extremely angry.

His fighting style is really like a loach, slippery and elusive.

Moreover, he was not weak at all in terms of interference and attack, which made Zhu Rong tired of dealing with it. He was exhausted after fighting for a while. He didn't know where to use all his strength. It was really frustrating.

Di Lin, on the other hand, was extremely fierce in his attacks and had rough skin and thick flesh. The defensive ability of Qilin's real body was not as weak as that of his Ancestral Witch real body, and he resisted several of his attacks without suffering much damage.

It is true that none of these old guys from the three innate tribes can survive to this day. They all have strengths, which are manifested in different aspects.

Zhu Rong became more and more angry as he fought. In anger, he directly raised the Sky Fire Flag, and the power of the law of the avenue penetrated the Sky Fire Flag.

In an instant, the sky fire filled the entire sky, and its attack did not distinguish between friend and foe. Some of the sky fire fell down along the way, and also injured the Wu clan's own people.

Some people with low cultivation were instantly burned to nothing by the heavenly fire and returned to the world, leaving nothing behind.

At this time, the attacks of Di Lin, Yuan Jin and others arrived. Yuan Jin and the others used spiritual treasures to release the Phoenix True Fire from the outside. Di Lin turned into his true body, and Qilin stepped onto the sky to suppress everything.

But Zhu Rong didn't care about the attacks from Di Lin and others, and took the blow with his true form of the ancestral witch.

Then the Qi machine locked onto Zhulong and launched an attack brazenly. He no longer cared about winning or losing, he just wanted to kill the loach. It was so disgusting.

"Loach, die for grandpa!"

Zhulong was shocked, but after seeing Zhu Rong's contemptuous eyes, he no longer hid. Attack, but take the initiative to attack.

After all, everyone is in the quasi-sage stage. After hiding for a long time, they really think that they are weak and can only be attacked by sneak attacks.

Zhulong's vertical pupils closed, and the power of time burst out, finally turning into a millstone with countless lines on it, moving towards Zhu Rong to suppress it.

Zhu Rong felt a force that invaded Eternity and suppressed time and space, but instead of retreating, he advanced and shouted: "Well done!"

Then he punched out, and the power of the law of the avenue turned into a fire-shaped giant. The giant looked up into the sky and killed towards the millstone of time.

"boom!"

The huge collision ripples spread out like circles of light, and some of the colliding peaks in the distance were instantly burned to powder by the sky fire.

Some living things seem to have experienced reincarnation, from birth to death, without any pain, as if they really died of old age.

The two of them couldn't tell the winner after a collision, but then they fought together in close quarters. They fought fiercely and exchanged injuries for injuries. In just a few rounds, they were injured.

As time went on, Zhulong gradually lost to him. Although both of them were in the mid-stage of quasi-sage, Zhu Rong's cultivation was about to break through. Zhulong's quasi-sage broke through with the help of Yinglong, so how could he be compared to it.

When Di Lin, Yuan Jin and others on the side saw this, they saw the opportunity and fought in again, joining the fierce battle and sharing a part for Zhulong.

The battle between the two once again turned into more than a dozen, and the feeling of frustration came again, making Zhu Rong extremely uncomfortable.

Because Zhulong and others knew very well that no one of them could win against Zhu Rong, and the possibility of failure was still high.

There is no doubt about the power of the ancestral witches, and Zhu Rong is still the best among the ancestral witches. In fact, the main reason is that the true form of the ancestral witch is really difficult to deal with. It is full of power and extremely tough.

Only the art of fighting can exhaust Zhu Rong. First, he cannot be supported, and second, when he is exhausted, it will be the day of his death.

In an alien space, Donghua Shanshi Yuanyang watched this scene quietly, with no intention of helping.

"Although Zhulong and others' method is not the best, it is the most effective. The army of the three tribes is far stronger than the army of the Wu tribe. As long as Zhu Rong is held back, defeat will be inevitable sooner or later."

"And maybe Zhu Rong will have to stay here today. Although he is fierce, I don't know how long he can last!"

Donghua looked at this war that had no suspense and felt dull.

Although he was very happy that the three tribes could win, this style of play also indirectly showed that the Zi Mansion still lacked people who could stand alone.

In other words, the independent person in Zifu has not really grown up yet.

Whether it is Haotian, Da Siming, or Yun Zhongjun, as long as these people break through to the quasi-sage stage, Zifu's shortcomings will be completely made up for.

At that time, the Zi Mansion was a real giant, a force that surpassed the two Lich clans in all aspects.

Just when Donghua was meditating, a war in the scene suddenly changed.

It was the battle between Prince Changqin and Ancestor Tianlong.

Changqin couldn't react in time, and was hit by the Tianlong Patriarch's solid punch on his real body. He was knocked away an unknown distance and fell to the ground.

A mouthful of the great witch's true blood sprayed out uncontrollably, and the great mana pouring into his body kept destroying his true body, making it difficult for him to move.

The ancestor of Tianlong would not show mercy. He stepped forward again and punched out. Accompanied by the power of the avenue, the strong quasi-sage mana rolled up layers of huge waves, directly sealing the world.

One punch can conquer the world!

This is a sure-kill move, and it is also a move that has no solution. Not to mention the current Prince Changqin, even if he is not injured, he may not be able to catch it.

This scene also fell into Zhu Rong's eyes. He punched several people away angrily and stepped forward to protect Changqin.

Although he was strict with Changqin, he really liked his son. Although he didn't say it, Changqin had always been his pride.

"Time flows backwards!"

Just when Zhu Rong was about to step forward, Zhulong, who had been repelled, stepped forward again, opened his vertical slits, and the terrifying power of time burst out, turning into a wheel of time that suppressed heaven and earth.

Zhu Rong punched out in desperation and went to rescue Changqin, but he underestimated Zhulong's attack. As soon as the wheel of time came into contact, Zhu Rong's attack was instantly turned into nothingness, and then the wheel of time continued to move forward.

Zhu Rong grabbed the Changqin and was about to retreat, but the wheel of time had turned the two of them against the current, and the Changqin in Zhu Rong's hand gradually disappeared.

Because although there is only a short distance between him and Changqin, they are separated by different time and space, so naturally he cannot catch Changqin.

But in real time and space, the attack of Patriarch Tianlong arrived as promised, punching directly through the great witch's true body, and then penetrated the avenue. Changqin turned into specks of light in the unwilling eyes, dissipated between heaven and earth, and returned to his father. God embraces.

When Zhu Rong understood all this, he angrily punched away the wheel of time and returned to the real world, but it was already too late. He witnessed this scene as soon as he returned.

He roared unwillingly: "No!"

At this moment, Zhu Rong's heart seemed to be broken!

He thought a lot. Changqin was his son, a son he had conceived for countless years with the true blood of his ancestral witch. It was also an attempt by the witch clan to expand the number of people in the clan.

But this son looks nothing like him, nor does he look like a member of the witch clan. He often travels around and plays the piano and flute.

But after all, he is his son, connected by blood, and Changqin likes music. He went to Qishan Mountain to collect Fenglai wood and make Yaoqin for him.