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

"it's over?"

"it's over!"

"Is this the end?"

"it's over!"

Bixia Yuanjun looked in disbelief. Although she thought it was unlikely that the Mountain God lineage would win, she didn't expect to lose so miserably and so quickly!

Xuanming, Tianwu, Xizi, and Shebishi quickly eliminated the ordinary quasi-sages and joined the battle to besiege the Four Mountains Emperor. The two ancestral witches fought one against the other. The situation of the battle can be imagined. .

The four mountain emperors fell one after another!

Da Luo Taiyi of the mountain god lineage was killed by Qiang Liang. At the end of the killing, the first to become anxious was the great witch of the Wuting Court.

Qiang Liang killed him all by himself, so what else do they need?

They all glared at Qiang Liang.

Qiang Liang was also embarrassed. If he, a majestic ancestral witch, continued to bully these great Luo Taiyi, his face would really be unbearable.

Get up and go to help Zhu Jiuyin.

The remaining Da Luo Taiyi of the Mountain God lineage was killed by the Wu Ting, leaving nothing behind.

Ten ancestral witches besieged Emperor Dongyue, and were punched by one of them, smashing him into pieces. The avenue collapsed and he fell completely.

Now the last great emperor of the mountain god lineage, Bing Linggong, is left.

The eleven ancestral witches formed a formation and surrounded him.

This great god who dominated several eras, the great emperor who stood at the pinnacle of the ancient world, Duke Bingling who founded the mountain god lineage, and the great monk in the late quasi-sage period, has finally ushered in his end.

At this time, Duke Bingling's hair was disheveled, his robes and armor were broken, and his divine blood was dripping. He was so miserable.

Looking around, many mountain gods were lying dead everywhere, and the emperors of the Five Mountains were beaten to the ground.

Some of the surviving mountain gods were played like cats and dogs by the people in the witch court.

On the cold face of Duke Bingling, two drops of tears flowed down. After falling to the ground, they turned into two huge oceans, washing away the battlefield and burying many dead mountain gods.

Finally, the god's body stood upright, the big seal in his hand exuded endless glory, and his eyes were fixed on Di Jiang without saying a word.

The next moment, the Great Seal turned into a meteor, traveling through space and attacking directly towards Dijiang.

Di Jiang waved his palms, and the great avenue of space, accompanied by endless turbid evil energy, turned into a square of space to resist the attack of the seal.

But as soon as it made contact, the seal exploded with infinite power. The explosive power of a top-notch innate spiritual treasure immediately shocked several ancestral wizards back, and finally blew up the Jade Emperor's roof.

After the big seal was broken, Lord Bingling spurted out a mouthful of divine blood, and his divine body shook a few times.

Finally, he suppressed the pain in his soul and body and shouted angrily:

"Today, even if I die, I will have someone to support me. Dijiang, my son, come and die!"

The next moment, Lord Bingling shattered his own avenue. The powerful mana of the Quasi-Saint late stage burned, the soul also burned, and the essence and blood of the divine body began to break bit by bit.

The infinite power of the Tao, the powerful magic power, the majestic power of the soul, and the pure power of the body, combined into one, rushed towards the Dijiang River.

When Donghua saw this scene, he felt that Lord Binling had gone crazy. The avenue was shattered and the soul was burning. As a result, there was no chance of reincarnation!

Bixia Yuanjun sighed: "Why is it like this? Why is it like this!"

Hou Tu looked at the picture blankly, and looked worriedly at Di Jiang, a late-stage quasi-sage who burned everything in himself. In this situation, the same death, can the eldest brother really withstand it?

But it was too late to rescue him.

At this time, Di Jiang, who had been knocked back, stood firm and saw Duke Bingling coming towards him crazily. He ignored his embarrassed appearance and hurriedly entered the time and space.

But he found that his body was locked by the God of Bingling, and he couldn't hide anywhere. Knowing that he couldn't avoid this attack today, he immediately launched a fierce attack.

The magic power in his body was instantly burned, accompanied by the laws of the great road, the power of space filled the heaven and earth, and the heavens in one direction were in front of him, and the rich turbid air of the earth blessed his body.

When the other ancestral witches saw this scene, they were also very anxious and used their magical powers to help Di Jiang stop Duke Bingling from going crazy.

Zhu Jiuyin's ancestral shaman's real body was turbulent, his eyes were filled with thoughts, and he shouted:

"Time stops!"

Time suddenly stopped on Mount Tai, and the burning Bingling Gong stopped.

But in just a moment, Lord Bingling broke away from the shackles of time. At this time, he was almost invincible, and everyone who saw him was frightened.

But this moment of time is enough for the master.

The other nine ancestral witches used their magical powers and bombarded Gong Bingling again and again.

Duke Bingling ignored these attacks and rushed straight towards the Dijiang River, breaking through the heavens layer by layer until the last layer of heavens was broken.

Di Jiang also punched unwillingly, as if it was the last moment of madness for each other.

Seeing that Burning's last punch was about to land on Di Jiang.

But when he finally arrived, Lord Bingling was completely burned up and turned into nothingness, and Di Jiang's punch was in vain.

So far!

A generation of great gods who spanned the era of ferocious beasts, the age of Longhan, experienced the calamity of ferocious beasts, the great calamity of Longhan, and the battle between immortals and demons, the master of Shinto, Bing Linggong, fell and completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

Perhaps countless years will pass in the future, and another Bingling Gong will stand up, but he will never have anything to do with the fallen Bingling Gong.

At this time, Lord Bingling has completely perished in the wild world and heaven!

Other ancestral witches gathered around, and Di Jiang woke up from death and said slowly: "I'm fine!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But when Di Jiang looked at Lord Bingling, who had left nothing behind, his heart felt extremely desolate, but then these emotions were abandoned by his firm Taoist heart.

He said calmly: "Go down and clean the battlefield!"

Don't think that gods can't touch corpses. They can touch corpses faster and more accurately than anyone else.

Everyone in the witch court began to collect the spiritual treasures and spiritual materials scattered on the battlefield!

After Di Jiang calmed down, he unfolded a treasure seal. It was the treasure seal formed by luck and merit when the witch court was established.

The fragments of the big seal that were originally broken by Lord Bingling began to gather together, and finally merged into the treasure seal in Di Jiang's hand. The scattered luck of the three mountains and five mountains also began to gather together.

The treasure seal finally fell into the hands of Di Jiang, and the fortune of the witch court increased greatly!

……

Donghua stood on top of the Jade Emperor's Peak in Mount Tai. Several days had passed since the battle. The Wu Ting also withdrew its troops, leaving only some Wu tribesmen from the Houtu lineage stationed in Mount Tai.

But the afterglow of the original battle still remains on Mount Tai, and the power of some broken laws floats on Mount Tai from time to time.

At this time, Mount Tai's spiritual energy had dropped by as much as half, and some of the ground veins were also broken. The reason why Donghua stayed in Mount Tai these past few days was to repair these, and it was finally completed today.

"Houtu, what I promised you has been completed. You can take care of yourself. Don't bother me anymore in the future. Otherwise, I can tolerate you, but Chunyang Sword cannot tolerate you!"

Hou Tu shrugged his shoulders and said slowly: "Why don't you just watch a battle? Why are you so angry? Besides, you're here, why don't you leave after seeing my opportunity?"

Donghua tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, looked at Hou Tu and said, "In that case, why has Pindao's incident in Mount Tai spread throughout history? Can you give Pindao an explanation?"

Hou Tu looked innocent and said, "Can I say I don't know? I can swear to God, I really didn't do this!"

Donghua waved his hand to stop what Hou Tu was about to say, and said bluntly: "Okay, don't say it anymore. I can't hear a single word of truth from your mouth, and it doesn't make much sense. That's it, you are plotting against me." Regardless of whether you are innocent or not, this matter ends here and I don’t want to mention it again!”

Now that things have happened, Donghua can only accept this loss, and there is no point in pursuing it any further!