The Prehistoric Kunpeng Will Never Give Way

Chapter 47-Three Qing retreats, the attitude of the twelve ancestor witches

The twelve ancestor witches are under the mountain of Bu Zhou, and they are all waiting for the emperor ancestor witch to make a decision.

Di Jiang Zuwu pondered for a moment before he said:

“If you don’t help Daoist Kunpeng, he may be killed by Sanqing, so our previous efforts will be wasted!”.

The other ancestor witches knew in their hearts that if they didn’t make a move, even if the ancestor Kunpeng survived, I was afraid that he would no longer cooperate with them sincerely.

But the current Wu Clan, offending the Sanqing ancestors, is also not what they want to see.

This kind of dilemma made the Wu Clan instantly fall into silence.

“Brothers, there is something to entangle with. Daoist Kunpeng is already our ally. If he is bullied in Buzhoushan, I am afraid that our Wu clan will also be laughed at by other colleagues.”

A silent Houtu ancestor witch unexpectedly spoke at this time, and took the initiative to help the ancestor Kunpeng speak.

After the Emperor Jiang Zuwu carefully considered the pros and cons, he smiled and said: “Let’s go to Zhoushan now and help the Kunpeng Daoist friends!”.

The witches care about righteousness the most. Now that Emperor Jiang Zuwu has made this choice, other ancestor witches have a trace of affirmation and approval in their eyes.

All gains and losses are temporary, as long as the hearts of the people stay, that is the root.

The twelve ancestor witch came to Wu Zhoushan in an instant, and Kunpeng, who had been suppressed in a terrible manner, heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the figure of the twelve ancestor witch.

“Sanqing Daoist, please stop!”

Emperor Jiang Zuwu’s vigorous voice sounded, and seeing the twelve ancestor witches descending together, Sanqing had to stop his attacks.

In front of the gate of the Zixiao Palace, Sanqing also saw the scene of Kunpeng and the Ancestral Witch joining forces, and when they left the Zixiao Palace at the same time, they all saw the scene of Kunpeng and the Wu Clan leaving together.

Therefore, the relationship between Kunpeng and the Wu Clan is somewhat speculative.

“Friends of Dijiang, there are some personal matters between our brother and Kunpeng, please don’t interfere with them.”

The powerful aura of the Taiqing ancestor filled his body, and his face was gloomy. When he saw the twelve ancestor witches coming, the Taiqing ancestor had a bad premonition in his heart, but he still wanted to fight for it.

When Emperor Jiang Zu Wu heard this, he suddenly laughed.

“Friend Taiqing, you may not know that Daoist Kunpeng is a friend of our Wu Clan, and he has just left our temple. If he is bullied in this imperfect mountain, what will the creatures of the predominant and wild in the future think of my Wu Clan? ?”

Buzhou Mountain is the place of the Witch tribe. Their friends were bullied at their door, but the ancestors turned a blind eye. I’m afraid everyone will say “Witch clan soft egg”. It is estimated that no one will get close to the Witch tribe anymore. .

“This matter, you witches have to take care of it?”

The coldness on Sanqing’s face was even worse.

“It must be done!”

The Emperor Jiang Zuwu is absolutely determined.

“Humph!”

“Kunpeng, you are lucky today, but the green hills remain unchanged, and the water flows for a long time. Don’t hit our brothers in the future!”

When the ancestors of Sanqing put it in such a scene, he obviously did not intend to continue the fight.

“Taiqing, what means do you guys have, my Kunpeng will follow, next time I encounter a chance, I will not give in too!”

The words of the ancestor Kunpeng made Sanqing’s face flushed. They didn’t want to stay for a long time, and immediately left Buzhou Mountain.

Facing the Twelve Ancestor Witch at this time, the ancestor Kunpeng felt a little more guilty, and he smiled:

“Thank you fellow daoists for your help, Kunpeng would be very grateful.”

If the Twelve Ancestor Witch hadn’t arrived in time today, I’m afraid Kun Peng would be bullied by Sanqing.

Even if he wouldn’t hand over Lingbao, that chase was absolutely indispensable.

Emperor Jiang Zuwu waved his hand, but he did not see the guilt in Kunpeng’s heart.

“Friend Kunpeng is too polite. From the moment you stepped into the Temple of the Witch Clan, you and I were allies, not to mention that we were surrounded by Sanqing at our door. The family laughed to death!”

Emperor Jiang Zuwu burst into laughter, and the atmosphere instantly became more active.

The ancestor Kunpeng shook his head and sighed: “Everything is the fault of these few spirit treasures, and my strength is not good enough, that’s why I was bullied by the Sanqing brothers!”.

As the ancestor Kunpeng said, he took out the two fans of water and fire, and the force of water and fire suddenly spread.

The ancestral witches on the side saw these miraculous spirit treasures, and each of them had bright eyes.

“Congratulations to fellow Daoist Kunpeng for obtaining the supreme treasure. In the future, fellow Daoists will refine this treasure, and the strength will surely be far surpassed now!”

“The strength of Daoist Kunpeng is not weak. If it weren’t for the three cleansing forces, how could they suppress Daoist friends?”

Looking at the ancestral witches congratulating them one by one, the guilt in Kunpeng’s heart became even stronger.

He couldn’t help but said, “These two treasure fans are the best innate spirit treasures, containing the power of water and fire. If you don’t dislike it, please accept it. It is a bit of gratitude from Kunpeng!”.

The ancestor Kunpeng said so, but the twelve ancestor witches laughed together.

Kunpeng’s kindness made them very useful, Zhu Rongzuwu said:

“Although this baby is good, my Wu Clan can’t refine it, so it’s better to keep it for yourself!”

As expected, Kunpeng ancestor’s heart, the Wu Clan, as he guessed, was indeed unable to use Lingbao, and this was perhaps their biggest shortcoming.

Lingbao is powerful, especially before the Great Luojinxian realm, a powerful Lingbao is enough to reverse the outcome of a battle.

Just like before, if Kunpeng didn’t have the innate treasure in his hands, he would be suppressed by the Sanqing ancestors in an instant, and he could not wait for the arrival of the twelve ancestral witches.

Seeing that the Twelve Ancestor Witch was so frank, Kunpeng Ancestor had to put away the two fire and water fans.

“My fellow daoists, Kunpeng will remember the feeling of helping each other in my heart today, and this is my goodbye!”

The ancestor Kunpeng went back to refining Lingbao with all his heart, so he directly bid farewell to the twelve ancestor witch, he took Ji Meng without staying, all the way back to the Bei Minghai.

“Brother, it is indeed a right choice to help Daoist Kunpeng!”

When the ancestor Wuzhu Jiuyin of Time saw the ancestor Kunpeng going away, he said.

“The ancestor of Kunpeng is a loyal person. We helped him this time, and he will definitely save you and me in distress in the future!”

Emperor Jiang Zuwu nodded. Although he didn’t have much contact with the ancestor Kunpeng, the ancestor Kunpeng could feel that the ancestor Kunpeng was definitely not a despicable villain.

Maybe he would use some tricks, but there are crises in this wild world. Without some tricks, how could he survive now.

The ancestral witch Houtu looked at the leaving figure of the ancestor Kunpeng, a gleam of light shining in her eyes, and she didn’t know what else this beautiful witch was thinking about in her heart.

As soon as the twelve ancestor witch appeared, the Sanqing ancestors immediately retreated. They obviously knew the pros and cons of advancing and retreating, so they had no intention of fighting.

However, after returning to Kunlun Mountain, the ancestors of Sanqing were completely angry.