But at this time, no matter how angry he was, he had to admit it.

Even if it was just a sword, the Tongtian Sword appeared here, no matter what, he couldn't and didn't dare to make another attack on Lin Changqing.

"Dijun Xiaoer! How dare you make a move on my Wu clan! ”

"Dijun, you can't find a fight!"

"Emperor Jun, your demon clan dared to invade the land of my witch clan, have you forgotten how you were driven to the sky millions of years ago!"

At this time, the voice of anger came from a distance.

The corners of Jumang's mouth were slightly raised, and he looked at Di Jun in the distance, his eyes full of contempt.

Twelve Ancestral Witches, one person is not the enemy of Emperor Jun, but there are twelve Ancestral Witches!

At this time, within the hinterland of the Wu clan, a series of divine rainbows flew in, across the desolate mountains and rivers, and appeared on this mountain range.

A crimson figure, as tall as 10,000 feet, surrounded by fire, with a flying beard.

A black figure descended, and the surrounding cold air suddenly appeared, covering the heavens and the earth, and the black clouds in the sky pressed down, and the boundless cold air breeded.

An earthy yellow figure descended, and the power of the earth instantly covered the surroundings, destroying the Golden Crow Divine Flame on the top of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

"It's the ancestral god!"

"I wish Rong Ancestral God! Xuanming Ancestor God! Houtu Ancestral God! ”

The three figures appeared, and at this time, they all stood beside Jumang, looking at the location of the golden crow.

Ancestor of Fire, Ancestor of Ice, Ancestor of Earth!

The three ancestral witches have descended, and they all carry the invincible momentum of ten thousand mountains!

At this time, the four great ancestral witches stood on top of the mountain and looked at the golden crow in the distance, with endless battle intent in their eyes.

On the Red Mountain Range, whether it is Xingtian, Houyi, or Lin Changqing, the pressure is light at this time.

The appearance of the four ancestral witches, as well as the Tongtian Saint's move, at this time, no matter what, it is impossible for Emperor Jun to make another move.

"Senior Brother Tongtian, it's been a long time!"

stabbed to death, the ancestral witch who had just appeared directly ignored the emperor in front of him, and instead bowed slightly to the Qingping sword in the distance.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches also went to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon, but they left without listening to the sermon for the first time, and they have never been to Zixiao Palace since.

But at this time, he still called Tongtian a senior brother, because Tongtian is a saint, and he is very much in tune with the appetite of the Wu clan.

"Fellow Daoists, it's been a long time."

On Qingping's sword, the lazy voice of Tongtian also came.

"Changqing is my disciple, and I have a good relationship with you, so it's good if you come."

"Changqing, remember to go back to the mountain to see as a teacher."

At this time, Qingping Jian continued, and Lin Changqing also hurriedly saluted.

"After this experience, the disciple will return to Kunlun!"

Lin Changqing saluted and said, Qingping's sword trembled, but it cut through the void and left.

And on Kunlun Mountain, when he stretched out his hand, a cyan long sword also appeared in his hand.

"This kid, Jin Xian Xiuwei, actually slaughtered a big Luo!"

"I don't know what method I have practiced, I hope I haven't embarked on a crooked path......

Tongtian muttered a few words, and then looked at the flood wilderness proudly, and glanced at another mountain in Kunlun Mountain by the way.

Hum!

I can't look down on my own disciples, and my own disciples can kill Da Luo with golden immortals, although there is luck, but can the disciples of the exposition sect do it?

Where the Crimson Mountain Range was, the four ancestral witches also looked at Lin Changqing's location at this time, with a smile on the corner of their mouths.

"I like this kid, go along with my character!"

"Boy! I'm Zhu Rong, are you interested in going to my tribe to play? ”

The red-bearded Ancestor Wu looked at Lin Changqing and said with a smile, his eyes full of joy.

"Zhu Rong, if you want to go, you will also go to my Jumang tribe, which is the closest to my tribe."

"Evergreen boy, what do you think?"

Ju Mang came to the three ancestral witches at this time, and he was not afraid of Di Jun, so he asked Lin Changqing with a smile.

Then Hou Tu was even more mixed at this time, and smiled towards Lin Changqing.

"I heard Hou Yi say, you are his friend, how about going to my Houtu tribe to see?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Go to our tribe ......"

Hou Yi was also talking at this time, but was glared at by the other three ancestors.

And Xuan Ming also smiled at this time.

"Evergreen friends, they are all big and coarse, and the people in the tribe are also big and coarse, only my Xuanming tribe, there are many female witches in it!"

Xuan Ming smiled, although he was laughing, but his whole body was wrapped in cold air.

"Don't listen to her! Boy, let me tell you, where can our old man stay in that gloomy place, you have to go to my tribe, and I will show you the wonders of the volcano! ”

"Zhu Rong! You're not finding fault! ”

In an instant, the four ancestral witches quarreled for a while, and they looked like they were fighting when they were unhappy.

Lin Changqing suddenly had a big head, and couldn't help but look at Hou Yi.

Hou Yi also shrugged his shoulders directly, and the sound of transmission explained.

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches are commensurate with brothers and sisters, so there is always a big and small order."

"But the ancestral witches were born at the same time, and in addition to the indisputable number one in the Dijiang ancestral witches, everyone else has no distinction between victory and defeat, so they always compete with each other!"

"But Changqing, how about going to our Houtu tribe? There are also a lot of female witches in our tribe, all of them are beautiful women! The most beautiful one is stronger than me! ”

Hou Yi watched Lin Changqing transmit the voice, and the latter suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

What does it mean that the most beautiful one is stronger than Hou Yi? The aesthetics of the Wu clan are not slightly different from their own.

Since then, Lin Changqing has made up his mind that he will never go to the Houtu tribe!

"No, no, no! Forget it. ”

"Seniors! The master just called me back to the mountain, and I can't stay for a long time. ”

"Your predecessors' tribes, I won't go."

Lin Changqing said to a few ancestral witches, and several people suddenly looked at Lin Changqing with some frowns.

"What a good seedling, the flesh is as crystal as blood crystal, and the power of the blood is so rich......"

"If I can leave a trace of blood in my witch clan......"

"It's a pity!"

I'm special!

Lin Changqing's head was full of black lines, and his own cultivation of gods and demons was the path of physical cultivation.

These people are all here for this!

Lin Changqing had a black line on his head and made up his mind not to go to the Wu Clan.

"Seniors, the order of the master cannot be violated!"

Lin Changqing hurriedly said again, his words earnest.

Suddenly, several ancestral witches nodded one after another.

"Also, Senior Brother Tongtian has said it, and it's not appropriate to force you."

Houtu nodded and said, still a little disappointed.

At this time, the four ancestral witches once again focused their eyes on Di Jun in the distance.

"Hey! That big bird, if you don't leave, do you want to fight with me! ”

"I'm very angry, if you don't leave, I have to pluck your bird feathers!"

Zhu Rong shouted loudly, and flames poured out from all over his body, boundless anger!

But the ancestral witch's side is not weak at all, one by one there is endless blood and energy, and the blood of the ancestral witch is even stronger!

At this time, compared to the previous Xingtian, I don't know how much stronger!

What's even more terrifying is that the Twelve Ancestral Witches already have twelve kinds of Heaven and Earth Dao, all of which are extremely powerful.

At this time, under the divine power, the heavens and the earth change color, and the mountains and rivers change shape!

By Zhurong's side, boundless divine fire is coming! The avenue of fire is overwhelming, and it is not even weaker than the Golden Crow Divine Fire!

Around Xuanming, the ice covered the body, and the frost condensed in the void, extinguishing the fire of the dead sun!

Before the sentence, the power of the Great Dao was revealed, the vitality was infinite, and it was clustered in the middle of the heavens and the earth, and countless plants and trees soared, reaching straight to the sky!

The last Houtu is not to be outdone, the power of the earth is thick and boundless, the mountains and rivers change, the mountains are vertical and horizontal, and the emperor is faintly surrounded!

The four great ancestral witches, at this time, the divine power was revealed, even if it was the emperor, his face was extremely ugly.

"Witches! You deceive people too much! ”

"What about lying to you? If you have the ability, you can fight with us! ”

Di Jun was about to crush his teeth, but Zhu Rong said with a full of fighting spirit.

At this time, Ren Dijun was confident that his strength was invincible, but he didn't dare to make a move.

After all, it was a dozen fours, and he didn't have the slightest certainty.

He has mastered the strongest Sun Avenue, but the other party is not weak, and the four avenues are out together, even if it is Di Jun, he must temporarily avoid the edge.

"Witches! Today's shame, he will pay it back tomorrow! ”