Journey to the West: Asking the Heavens

Chapter 813
"Emperor!"

Seeing the person coming, the Qiantang Dragon Lord was startled, but then he was extremely surprised, and he saluted loudly: "The little god pays homage to Emperor Zhenwu!"

Naturally, he will not forget Mo Yuan's appearance. At that time, this existence was the True Lord of Heaven, not to mention his status today. Among all the gods and demons that Qiantang Dragon Lord has come into contact with, this one has the status and mana. They are all the highest beings.

"This is……"

The three-headed jiao only looked at the back, but didn't recognize Emperor Zhenwu. When Qiantang Longjun revealed his identity, his despair deepened.

He occupies the land of the West Sea, and there is a lot of filth with the Dragon Palace of the West Sea. Everyone knows that this real Wudang Demon Tianzun has great supernatural powers and extraordinary mana, and he is a killer with the monster clan. It is mentioned that this emperor is also in-laws with the Four Seas Dragon Palace!

A Qiantang Dragon Lord can easily defeat him, but this great god came, but today he has no reason to escape!

Just when he was thinking like this, the originally relaxed expression of the man in black over there suddenly became gloomy.

"Emperor Zhenwu, I've heard your name for a long time!" The man in black clasped his hands in salute, which was quite polite.

Even though he has gone through the ages and the vicissitudes of life, he has to admit that this newly-promoted Emperor Zhenwu is powerful. Even in the prehistoric era when ancient powers gathered, this is definitely second to none.

After all, the demon master Kunpeng and the ancestor Minghe are famous for killing them, and Kong Xuan is an existence that can trap even a saint. These great powers were all defeated by him, which shows how strong he is record!

"The great witch of the witch clan, I have heard the name for a long time!"

With a smile on the corner of Mo Yuan's lips, he said: "I don't know which great witch you are in front of me. You don't have to hide your head and show your tail in front of me."

There was a wry smile on the corner of the mouth of the black-clothed witch. This Emperor Zhenwu is so powerful that he thinks he is invincible. Besides, if someone can find him here, break his heels, and then hide his head and show his tail in front of him, it will be nothing. A meaningless thing.

Qi and blood surged all over his body, and immediately, the black clothes melted into countless fragments, revealing his true colors.

But he is a burly man with a height of eight feet. He is very muscular and very strong. He has a lion's nose and wide mouth, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He has a bald head. An annoying character.

Mo Yuan secretly praised the magnificence of this fellow in his heart, but on his face he said with a smile: "I just came from Madam Pingxin, and I got the decree from Madam Pingxin to capture the great witch who went out privately to the Hall of Reincarnation. I don’t know your surname, how many great witches left Yinshan with you?!”

"My name is Xing Tian." The big black-clothed witch said, but he stretched out his hand, and there was already a Xuanhua big ax in his palm. On the big ax, endless cold and murderous aura lingered, holding a killing treasure.

Xing Tian!Xing Tian!
Mo Yuan's heart moved. This tyrannical existence who once fought against the Emperor of Heaven in myths and legends is naturally famous, but today, he is no longer the little human race of the past, but has grown enough to look down on the giants of the world. The supreme existence of most gods and demons, and an ancient great witch like Xing Tian, ​​although powerful enough to crush the general Da Luo Jinxian, but in front of him, it is nothing more than that.

Seeing the way the man sacrificed his weapon, Mo Yuan smiled and said: "Could it be that Your Excellency still wants to resist, although the name of Gan Qi was a sensation in the ancient times, but you are still a bit short of morals when you fight with me. "

The fact that the witch clan doesn't practice mana primordial spirit doesn't mean they don't have weapons.The witchcraft they made with their own unique methods possesses the power not inferior to that of innate spirit treasures in battle. For example, the Sun Shooting Arrow can be shot down even by the Golden Crow, which shows its power.

The same is true for Xing Tian, ​​a relative, with one ax and one shield, one attack and one defense, I don't know how much blood of the monster clan's mighty blood has been stained. He is unparalleled in sharpness and mighty power. Although that blow shattered Xing Tian's head, he survived under the support of his relatives. Even though he was seriously injured, he has recovered after tens of thousands of years of cultivation, and his Taoism is even better.

It's just that the cultivation of the witch clan can rely on talent and perseverance to reach the step of the great witch, but the step of the ancestor witch requires the real Pangu blood essence, so Xing Tian was trapped at this step and could not make an inch.

"I've heard about the power of the emperor, but there have always been only witches who died in battle, but none who surrendered!"

Xing Tian held up his big axe, and said: "It has been silent for tens of millions of years, today, I will ask the emperor to teach you the methods of my witch clan!"

hum!
A burst of berserk qi and blood surged up straight to the sky. The qi and blood were so exuberant that it enveloped half of the Western Sea in an instant. The mighty qi and blood changed the world!

"kill!"

Holding an axe, Xing Tian yelled angrily, violently murderous, and spread towards Mo Yuan unscrupulously. Facing a third-level quasi-sage, he didn't even have the slightest fear, only infinite fighting spirit and killing intent, and the big ax gathered around him The power of qi and blood was dyed scarlet red, and endless power bloomed on the blade of the axe. Wherever it passed, the sea water was annihilated, the space was broken, and the area of ​​hundreds of millions of miles was covered by this axe. All trembling!

Xing Tian, ​​the god of war, dared to swing his ax at Di Jun, and faced Mo Yuan without any fear!
This is the people of the Wu Clan. Even though they have thousands and thousands of faults, but in terms of courage and warlikeness, who can match them all over the world, they are monsters with the same tyrannical body The family is also inferior to them!

Under the killing words, shaking the Three Realms, the tyrannical combat skills of the witch clan, after tens of millions of years since the Great Lich War, once again revealed to the world, still possessing supreme power!

Mo Yuan looked at this axe. There is no doubt that the violent blood power contained in it is already enough to compete with the idle first-level quasi-sage, especially the will to fight inside. After the great war, it has survived until now, and it is also the first time I have seen the Wu Clan, worthy of being the protagonists of the past!
But that's it, the former protagonist of heaven and earth is, after all, the former protagonist of heaven and earth.

Surviving under Di Jun is nothing. When it comes to cultivation and combat power, Mo Yuan asked himself, even if Di Jun Dong Huang is resurrected, he may not be his opponent, let alone Xing Tian.

"The arm of a mantis is nothing more than a cart."

Mo Yuan didn't use any supernatural power at all, just waved his hand, and suddenly, an indescribably majestic and terrifying magic power spread out. Under this magic power, the violent blood that covered half of the West Sea suddenly , but it became a joke, just like the firefly and the bright moon competing for glory, they are not in the same realm at all!
"That is……"

The three-headed jiao and the Qiantang Dragon Lord beside Mo Yuan were both stunned, their mouths opened completely round, and their jaws almost dropped.

The two of them are just golden immortals, and they have never seen the power of the triple heavenly quasi-sage before. The supreme power shown by Xing Tian just now has already overwhelmed the two of them, unable to move, not to mention the mighty power of the triple heavenly quasi-sage. Mana!

In front of this magical power, they only feel that they are small like ants, but the slightly thin figure in front of them is like a black dragon, roaring to the sky, the two cannot be compared at all!
I'm afraid it's a saint, it's nothing more than that...

The two ignorant country monsters thought to themselves, looking at Mo Yuan with fear in their eyes, this kind of existence, I am afraid that only one look is enough to keep them from being reborn forever!
Even Qiantang Longjun, who had an old relationship with Mo Yuan, was also afraid at the moment, and he still felt a little ridiculous in his heart.

Although the candle dragon's eye is somewhat powerful, it is nothing compared to Mo Yuan, and the heavenly court that Wutian wants to overthrow, a true martial emperor like Mo Yuan, is just one of the Liu Yuli, a huge force in the heavenly court. At the tip of the iceberg, there are several saints standing above the crowd. With that Wutian and the great witch in front of him, it is undoubtedly a joke to shake the heavens and dominate the three realms!
Naturally, no one cared about what these two little gods and demons thought.

Under Mo Yuanhao's magical power, Xing Tian, ​​who showed his full strength, felt as if his big ax had been chopped on a wall of indestructible steel, crashing, the magic power was too high, this one The witch weapon that accompanied him for countless years was directly shattered into pieces, then annihilated into powder, and completely disappeared in the world.

"Am I going to die too..."

Under that supreme mana, Xing Tian didn't have any fear in his heart, but a sense of relief.

Scenes of the past emerged in his mind, which was the trajectory of his growth in the clan step by step, with close friends, old love, relatives, and countless years of iron-blooded battles.

It was during the growth of these great witches that the entire witch clan grew step by step, defeated countless powerful races, and finally stood at the pinnacle of the Three Realms. The only people who can stand shoulder to shoulder with them are those annoying monster clans!
Originally, the entire Wu clan thought that this time it would be like those races defeated in the past, and the final victory belonged to them, but it was not what people wanted. Passing away one after another, the endless hatred led to him rushing towards Dijun alone at the final decisive battle.

Fortunately, with the protection of twelve ancestor witches, Dijun was too weak to kill him, but the shield that protected him for endless years was shattered into smoke.

With the decline of the Wu Clan, he, who is burdened with endless responsibilities, or the surviving big witches, are struggling to survive in pain, if it is not for the remaining Wu Clan, for the continuation of the weak Wu Clan, or even reshape They have no nostalgia for this world in the glory of the past.

Fortunately, all of this is finally coming to an end today.

Xing Tian opened his arms, embracing the endless mana and the moment of death that belonged to him, but he was disappointed.

Where the vast magic power passed, he was imprisoned all over, but it didn't explode. If he was killed, how could Mo Yuan kill him? !

For no reason, Mo Yuan would not offend another saint, even if this saint could not come out in the Hall of Reincarnation, but the tiger that restrained its minions was also a tiger, and Mo Yuan had offended too many saints.

Naturally, saints are concerned about the fact that the witches colluded with the demons, and what Mo Yuan needs to do is to capture these witches and send them back to the Hall of Reincarnation to complete the mission of the Pingxin Empress, so that they can report to Yuanshi Tianzun.

That's right, we still have to report to Yuanshi Tianzun.

The Great War between Buddha and Devil involved Daoist Hongjun and Demonic Ancestor Luohu. Regardless of whether or not Empress Pingxin participated in it, if the witch clan who had a lot to do with her participated, she could not escape the suspicion.

As for how to do it, that is a headache for the saint, not for Mo Yuan.

"Xing Tian, ​​the witch clan's skills are really unique, this blow is comparable to that of a quasi-sage!"

Mo Yuan smiled and said, "It's not your fault that you were defeated by me, but because my realm is much higher than yours, and I appreciate you very much."

Naturally, I appreciate it. How many people can fight to the death without retreating when facing a strong enemy?
If it wasn't for this person's affair with the demon clan, Mo Yuan really wanted to take him under his command.

"The relatives are all broken, but I beg the emperor to give Xing Tian a death." Xing Tian said.

The witch weapons of the Wu clan are all made from ancient prehistoric times. At that time, there were countless treasures from heaven and earth, and the Wu clan was the ruler of the earth, so there were endless spiritual materials to use.

Xing Tian used several kinds of natural materials and earth treasures combined with the unique method of the witch clan to refine two witch weapons, and then used his own blood to warm them up, and even borrowed the blood of countless enemy clans to forge sacrifices. This relative has grown up with him to this day. Only now has the great power of promise.

He has very deep feelings for these two weapons, especially when his relatives and friends are dead or injured. To a certain extent, the relatives entrust all the emotions of this warlike great witch.

It's just that he was destroyed in the ancient lich war, and Qi was destroyed in today's West Sea. Xing Tian was really tired.

Behind the Yin Mountain, it has been silent for tens of millions of years. He was supposed to fight for the last fight for his tribe, but he was defeated so quickly. What ambition does he have? !

"The mighty ancient God of War, how can you say such dejected words, I just said I won't kill you, then I won't kill you!"

Mo Yuandao: "Tell me, there are other great witches who have come out. After I capture them, I will hand you over to Empress Pingxin. Whether you live or die at that time is your matter."

"Xing Tian only wants death. As for the whereabouts of his clansmen, Xing Tian would rather die than reveal anything!" Xing Tian said seriously.

"If you don't tell me, I will find out in my own way!"

Mo Yuan smiled confidently, but stretched out his hand and grabbed Xing Tian's head. Xing Tian was imprisoned by his magic power, unable to move at all, and could only watch helplessly as the big hand landed on his head.

With Mo Yuan's magic power today, it is very easy to check the memory of a Da Luo Jinxian, and it will not damage him at all. Although the combat power of the Wu Clan is strong, they do not cultivate the magic power of the primordial spirit. The resistance ability is not as good as that of ordinary gods and demons, but it was easily succeeded by Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan didn't even look at those memories about the prehistoric times. He went straight to the nearest place, but he quickly got an understanding of this incident.

But he laughed and said: "Hou Yi, Chi You, Xing Tian, ​​you and the other witches are really doing a great job. Is it worthwhile to dispatch three great witches for Wutian's illusory promise?"

"Let's go and go, and arrest your two companions together!"

Mo Yuan's voice fell, but he disappeared with the Qiantang Dragon Lord and Xing Tianshan, leaving only a wounded three-headed dragon standing there with a dazed face...

(End of this chapter)