God: I have a wild world!

Chapter 97 [The Angry Donghuang Taiyi]

"The Eastern Emperor Bell is the emperor's companion spirit treasure, so it is naturally part of the emperor's strength!"

Donghuang Taiyi said, with a thought, the Donghuang Bell, engraved with mountains, rivers, sun, moon, prehistoric and myriad spirits, and hundreds of millions of chaotic energy hanging down, floated above his head.

At the same time, the demon emperor Di Jun, who was dressed in a golden dragon robe, wearing a nine-curtain emperor crown, with a stalwart figure and shrouded in imperial aura, and the stern-faced Kunpeng demon master also appeared everywhere.

Fuxi, who was dressed in a blue gossip array gown, followed closely and came to the side of Donghuang Taiyi. The aura of the four quasi-sages burst out, shocking the hearts of countless buildings in the demon court and hundreds of millions of demon clans.

"Who are you scaring!"

Naturally, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were not to be trifled with. All kinds of law runes suddenly appeared on their bodies, and their powerful aura also emanated, constantly confronting the Four Saints of the Demon Court.

"Blah... blah..."

The space around them could barely bear the oppressive force brought by the collision of breaths, cracks appeared, and then large pieces were broken apart.

The four saints of the Demon Court and the Twelve Ancestral Witches have become disintegrated in a radius of tens of thousands of miles. They stand in the chaotic world.

In addition, there is the ubiquitous chaotic wind, the destructive power is extremely terrifying, even the monks in the Da Luo Jinxian realm dare not resist it, and a single ray can blow down a world.

The countless buildings in the demon court emitted dim light, and all the large formations lit up at the same time, layer upon layer, protecting the buildings of the demon court.

Otherwise, most of the buildings in the Demon Court will be destroyed under the confrontation between the two sides.

Di Jun frowned, and gradually withdrew his aura, as did Donghuang Taiyi, Kunpeng and others.

"Why? No more competitions? Do you want to fight again?"

She Bishi's face was full of provocation.

"I am still afraid that you will fail?"

The Eastern Emperor Taiyi was about to sacrifice the Chaos Clock on the spot, and with a slight urging, five colors of light would illuminate the heavens, and the holy power of Chaos shocked the universe.

The Chaos Clock is infinitely mysterious and infinitely good.It can imprison time and suppress space.

As the first of the three innate treasures, the Chaos Clock can bounce back the attacks of any treasures and magical soldiers and ignore the damage of all magical spells, and has both attack and defense.

Standing undefeated first on top of the head is the greatest confidence of Donghuang Taiyi's No. 1 under the title of saint.

In the originally dignified atmosphere, the smell of gunpowder erupted suddenly, and the air was filled with killing intent. The battle between the two sides could be said to be imminent.

But at this moment, Di Jun shook his head lightly at Donghuang Taiyi.

Donghuangtai's eyes flickered with divine light, and the violent aura on his body was like a volcano that would erupt at any moment. The twelve ancestor witches were also ready to fight, ready to join forces to block the attack of the Chaos Clock at any time.

All the powerful divine senses in the prehistoric are watching this place nervously. They know that if this battle is fought, it must be earth-shattering.

If the two behemoths, the Witch Clan and the Monster Clan, were to fight, the entire prehistoric world would be caught in endless flames of war, and the prehistoric pattern would inevitably change drastically.

Once the war starts, if one wants to end it, one of the parties must be exterminated. The process will cause countless slaughters, and perhaps the prehistoric land will be stained red with blood.

But in the end, the aura on Donghuangtaiyi's body was gradually extinguished, and the chaotic clock that was blooming with billions of five-color lights also lost its brilliance, floating quietly above Donghuangtaiyi's head.

Although the Great Golden Crow was killed today, and the anger in Donghuang Taiyi's heart was enough to burn 33 heavens down, he still maintained his reason.

It is definitely very unfavorable for the Yaozu to start a war at this time and here.

First of all, this is the edge of the demon court. If the sixteen quasi-sages fight, no matter who wins in the end, most of the hundreds of millions of demon clans living in the demon court will be killed or injured.

This price is absolutely unaffordable to them.

Secondly, although there must be a battle between the two lich clans, if whoever provokes the war first will cause countless slaughters in the prehistoric land, and the karma will be contaminated even more.

Although they are powerful, they are not Heavenly Dao Saints or Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian after all. Once the killings gradually accumulate, they may be liquidated by Heavenly Dao, and there is a danger of death.

Because of this, even though the battle between the Lich and the Lich was imminent and they had been fighting in secret, they were all enduring it, and no one wanted to take the lead.

"Do you want to fight? Grandpa is tired from standing up."

Zhu Rong spoke provocatively.

Dong Huang Tai had infinite killing intent in her eyes, and coldly glanced at the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and finally gave a cold snort, flicked her sleeves, and went back to the Demon Palace.

Today's Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi are all strong at the pinnacle of quasi-sages, but among the twelve ancestor witches of the Wu clan, only Di Jiang has reached this level.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were patient, waiting for one of them to prove to become the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, and then it was time for them to take the initiative and sweep away the Wu Clan.

"Kunpeng, is your son okay?"

Gonggong grinned with a big mouth and said, wanting to provoke the demon master Kunpeng to do it.

The anger in Kunpeng's heart was raging, but he had won the true meaning of "forbearance". In Zixiao Palace, he could even tolerate the futon representing the holy throne. Naturally, he would not be tricked by the CCP.

After Donghuang Taiyi left, Di Jun, Demon Master Kunpeng, and Fuxi also left, as if they were not afraid of their actions against the demon court.

"Walk."

Di Jiang frowned and said.

"Ah."

The Twelve Ancestral Witches nodded, and at the same time tore apart the space, and returned to the Buzhou Mountain Ancestral Witch Hall.

The Twelve Patriarchal Witches were equally afraid of the things that Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were afraid of.

To be honest, they all felt very aggrieved.

The entire prehistoric world was created by Father God Pangu, and the Dao of Heaven is equivalent to the steward of the prehistoric world.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, as the children of Pan Gu's Father God, were actually restricted by the steward, which really made them feel helpless and angry.

"Those miscellaneous birds can bear it, so they won't do anything."

Zhu Rong, who had the most fiery temper, said with some displeasure that he had planned to fight just now, but at the most critical moment, Donghuang Taiyi actually endured it.

If there was a war just now, the Twelve Ancestral Witches would definitely be able to tear down the entire Demon Court.

"They are all waiting for their chance to be sanctified."

Di Jiang said, feeling quite pressured in his heart.

Both Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi are at the pinnacle of quasi-sages, so as long as one of the two has a proof of Hunyuan or a sage of heaven, it will be a great trouble for the Wu Clan.

"The turkeys on these two sun stars still want to prove the Tao? Let's have his big dream."

Gonggong said, his words were full of disdain.

Di Jiang also knew that his brothers and sisters had a personality that was so high-spirited that no one would pay attention to them, so he didn't try to dissuade them.

(End of this chapter)