Many children, many blessings, the great witch of blood will dominate the world!

Chapter 179 The Thunder Law is strengthened and levels are leveled up crazily.

For a dragon like this, their fellow apprentices can roast countless dragons with just one thought. How could they be so arrogant?

Not to mention these ants and dragons, even if the Dragon Clan's ancestor dragon is reincarnated, it's just mediocre. This world is no longer the era of the dragon and phoenix tribes, let alone these lowly thunder dragons.

For a time, the two people in the West were full of confidence, so arrogant that they completely ignored these mature descendants who were close to thousands of years old. They were just trash who had lived for a few more years, not as good as the babies and children of the Qinyuan family.

Seeing this situation, Demon Master Kunpeng, who was slumped on the ground beside him, also regained his energy, hid himself confidently again, and hid his broken arm in his arms as if licking his wounds.

"So that's it. The vicious heart of this Blood Witch Witch Master was clearly gathered together by the Wu clan to forcibly create these monster babies in order to destroy the Taoist heart of our demon clan."

He looked at these old and strong men again, his eyes full of ferociousness and expectation:

"Hmph, I want to see if all the descendants of blood witches are really that powerful. What are their limits?"

Kunpeng Demon Master couldn't help but sneer, and stared at the field for a moment, with an indifferent and cold expression. He felt that he had grasped the truth in front of him.

I am afraid that this method of forcibly improving the bloodline of future generations is not tolerated by heaven and will inevitably have serious backlash consequences!
No matter how evil these quasi-holy descendants are, there is a limit.

A foundation as strong as the Wumen can only create a few dozen at most, not thousands and thousands.

You must know that even the Demon Court, or even the preaching of Saint Hongjun, is only the number of Zixiao's three thousand guests.

And who is this Blood Witch Lord? He just got lucky enough to give birth to a litter of babies and was favored by Dao. He is actually worthy of being compared with Dao Ancestor. Could he really produce hundreds or thousands of quasi-holy descendants?

Demon Master Kunpeng sneered and shook his head with disdain: "Fellow Taoists from the West, please be merciful. I will personally punish these bluffing old kids."

His anger surged, and he had already planned how to take revenge on the children of Lei Qing's family. He must pay back the previous humiliation a hundredfold.

boom!
However, before he finished speaking, his pupils shrank sharply, and soon he saw incredulously, the boundless thunder flashing in the sky, the divine thunder of heaven inspired billions of feet, it was overwhelming, like a thunder tornado.

boom -

The Law of Thunder swept across with all its might, the sky was filled with brilliant light, and a wave of pressure erupted that was several times more violent and destructive than the previous Sword Intent of Wine.

As soon as the tornado was born, it surrounded the old child. With a slight scolding, it crashed down towards Taoist Zhunti with a stern look, carrying a world-destroying divine light that was extremely destructive.

And this kind of scene, even if it is a saint overcoming the tribulation, is only on such a scale, it is too incredible and difficult to understand. In an instant, Kunpeng trembled, and his whole body was so shocked that it cracked on the spot.

"What, how did these Jiao Clan cultivate to be several times more powerful than the ancient ancestral dragons, and how could they summon such a vast and destructive divine thunder with just one look?"

Kunpeng came back to his senses, and immediately screamed in shock and madness, his eyes were full of disbelief, cold sweat broke out on his back, and his lips were trembling.

Just by standing far away, he could feel the power of the divine thunder in the aftermath of destruction. If it hit him, he would probably be able to eat on the spot.

hiss--

Kunpeng gasped crazily. Just thinking of this made every hair on his head burst with fear. He collapsed on the ground and huddled up. He was so frightened that he couldn't be more frightened.

He really couldn't imagine how this trip to the witch sect could be so terrifying. It was too dangerous and terrifying, and there was no return.And at a glance, the auras of these descendants of the army are all that of Quasi-Saints, and the weakest ones are in the early stage of Quasi-Saints.

Seeing this scene, Kunpeng Demon Master was completely silent. The war between lich and lich was really going to break out. Did their demon court really have any chance of winning?Even if Hongjun is on this side, the outcome is still unknown.

After all, on the Wumen side, there is also the Ancestral Witch of Blood who is even more unfathomable than Hongjun.

The descendants of the quasi-saints are like the crucian carp crossing the river, just like the three thousand chaotic demon gods when Pangu opened the sky, and they are even countless times more evil and terrifying!
You need to know how old these descendants of the witch master are and how long they have been practicing. The oldest ones are the dragons that Lei Qing gave birth to, and the oldest ones are less than ten thousand years old.

Ten thousand years of time is nothing to mention in the prehistoric times. In other words, these descendants all have unimaginable room for growth, which is no exaggeration compared to the Chaos Demon God.

"What, even the blood of the Jiao clan is so powerful, this Lord of Ten Thousand Witches is so capable of giving birth, how did he do it?" Kunpeng's eyes widened, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Hmph, the saint's disciples are nothing more than this. They can be tied with the Three Pure Ones. It seems that the Three Pure Ones are not that good, and they are worthy of being the Pangu Zongzong with our Wu Clan."

The old children snorted coldly, and after taking one look at Zhunti, who looked like a dead dog, they all turned and left.

At the same time, they were ecstatic to see that the Thunder Law in the body had indeed loosened its bottleneck, and the roaring aura exploded.

"Oh my God, it's really useful to compete with people from Demon Court. My cultivation level has improved."

There were sounds of ecstasy, and the more everyone looked at Ziti, the more they liked it. These are all experience treasures that can be continuously used, enough to level up like crazy!

You must know that they have drunk Ten Thousand Years Immortal Brew many times before, but after reaching the quasi-sage level, it is difficult to improve their combat power, and their realm has been stagnant for a long time.

But now it's just a beating and a slap in the face, and the realm has been loosened, which makes people unhappy.

roar-

The dragons roared with joy and quickly returned to their caves to practice in seclusion, seizing this rare opportunity for enlightenment.

Looking at the army of descendants receding like a tide, Zhuntidao's face turned green and he looked embarrassed.He never thought that one day he would be treated as a wooden pile and an experience baby, and that a single person could take advantage of him and beat him up.

At this moment, he didn't have the arrogance he had before, but completely collapsed and lost his temper.

"Damn it, how on earth does this Blood Witch Lord give birth to children and guide future generations? Why are they all so fierce, each one more powerful than the other? It's crazy!"

Zhunti's face was ashen, he was gnashing his teeth, and his heart was full of resentment and unwillingness. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe it.

A group of dragons were able to practice the Thunder Law to such an extent. They were even stronger than quasi-saint giants like them, and they had no room to fight back and were completely injured.

Even the Ancestral Dragon at its peak was only at this level, but these were all old kids who had lived for less than ten thousand years.

For a moment, everyone who received the invitation and Zhunti was dumbfounded, their scalps were numb, and they were so surprised that they almost split open.

If we really want these dolls to continue to grow, a real saint would be struck to death by a divine thunder. It would be too crazy and unimaginable.

(End of this chapter)