In this way, walking past one secret realm after another, while guiding countless cultivators to practice the Star Killing Divine Sword, Yun Zhongjun's attainment in the Star Killing Divine Knife was also further enhanced, getting closer and closer to the realm of the four elephants.

In the exchange with the Dream Tapir Clan, Yun Zhongjun also had a new understanding of the illusion method, and his reputation among the little cultivators saved by the Dream Tapir Clan was also getting higher and higher.

The Wu clan on the desolate land, while tirelessly searching for the Dream Tapir clan, also divided part of their gaze and fell on Yun Zhongjun.

No matter how many races the Dream Tapir clan has rescued, it is harmless for the Wu Clan, it can only be said that the livestock they have raised have been transferred from one place to another, but with the addition of Yun Zhongjun, the situation is completely different - after the Star Killing Divine Sword spread, those cultivators scattered on the desolate land, in the same level, really have the possibility of fighting with the Wu Clan.

Under the power of the killing supernatural power, the so-called immortal body of the Wu Clan is just like a joke.

The East China Sea was in sight, and when Yun Zhongjun's journey was about to come to an end, Yun Zhongjun's face turned pale.

On the coast of the East China Sea, more than ten blood qi rushing to the night rose mightily, completely locking the entire coast of the East China Sea.

......Seeing this, Yun Zhongjun couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Yun Zhongjun traveled all the way from west to east, although he hid his tracks all the way, but his destination is not difficult to judge - the East China Sea.

After confirming this point again, the Wu Clan directly placed twelve Immortal Golden Immortal-level Witch Kings on the coast of the East China Sea, as long as Yun Zhongjun's purpose of going to the East China Sea remained unchanged, he would definitely bump into the arms of these twelve Immortal-level Witch Kings.

"It's a big deal!" Yun Zhongjun sighed.

Candle**, Dijiang Ministry, Houtu Ministry, Gonggong Ministry......

Of the twelve tribes of the Wu Clan, none of them all had an immortal-level Witch King, and in addition, the Witch King who was born in the Houtu Department also moved twelve high mountains to stand on the coast of the East China Sea as the altar of the Wu Clan.

And hanging on this altar is the banner of the twelve ancestral witches - on each banner, the true body of the twelve ancestral witches is embroidered with the essence blood of fierce beasts, which can attract the authority and power of the twelve ancestral witches.

When these twelve Wu clans sat on the altar with their backs against the banner, the twelve blood qi turned into a canopy, covering the entire coast of the East China Sea, dividing the desolate land and the East China Sea into two.

"After all, a war is inevitable. "In just an instant, Yun Zhongjun has already understood the situation on the coast of the East China Sea.

The Five Elements, Time and Space, Thunder, Life and Death...... The authority of the Twelve Ancestral Witches lingered in the sky, suppressing all the illusions, and those spatial passages were also completely locked.

If you want to pass through this canopy, you can only fight hard and kill it from the guards of those twelve immortal witch kings!

"It's okay, it's going to be a fight after all. Yun Zhongjun stopped, his eyes swept over the twelve high mountains one by one, and then went to the high mountain where Zhu Rongbu was located.

When Yun Zhongjun made a decision, on the twelve high mountains, the twelve Immortal Realm Witch Kings also sensed Yun Zhongjun's existence, and then their eyes fell on Yun Zhongjun's body.

"Am I the one you chose?" said the Witch King of the Zhurong Division, standing up from the altar.

He could clearly feel that Yun Zhongjun's qi was locked on his body.

On the high mountain, a blood-colored flame burned, and then the witch's hand twitched in the flames, and the endless flame turned into a spear in the hand of the witch king.

In just a moment's effort, Yun Zhongjun had already appeared at the foot of this high mountain, and then stepped on the flames that swept on this mountain, step by step.

The authority of Tianhe rolled in the sleeves of Yunzhongjun's clothes.

The blazing edge gathered in Yun Zhongjun's hand, and when the edge passed, the formless flame was stopped and broken by the edge.

And at the feet of Yun Zhongjun, on the mountain rocks that even the flames could not melt, one ravine after another appeared under the sweep of the sharp edge.

When Yun Zhongjun stepped halfway up the mountain, the edge in his hand bloomed to the limit, condensing into a one-and-a-half-foot-long short knife, and Beidou manifested on the body of the knife.

After that, the original brilliant edge began to converge.

And on the top of that mountain, the Witch King of Zhurongbu, who stood in front of the altar, was also full of caution at this moment.

The more the edge converged, the stronger the sense of crisis he felt.

"Star Killing Divine Sword!" The witch king of the Zhurong Department licked his lips, and the spear in his hand shook slightly, and the flames all over the mountain were extinguished, and the endless scorching heat was gathered on the head of the spear in his hand.

When the head of the gun shook, it was like a round of Haoyang, which had shrunk countless times, lit up on the altar, and the incomparable scorching heat seemed to melt the space.

-- The road to the top of the mountain is clear.

"One hit is the winner. "When the flames in the mountain gathered on the top of the mountain, Yun Zhongjun sensed the thoughts of the witch king on the top of the mountain.

Obviously, the Witch King was condensing all the strength in his body to decide the outcome with Yun Zhongjun.

And this is also the best means of the Wu clan when fighting - the incomparably powerful body, giving them an incomparably strong vitality, the same offensive falls on their Wu clan, and they only need to recuperate for a while to heal, but if this injury falls on other cultivators, the true body of the cultivator may collapse, and then the path ends here!

Therefore, between heaven and earth, there are a few cultivators who are willing to enter the offensive rhythm of the Wu Clan and confront the Wu Clan.

But Yun Zhongjun is not an ordinary cultivator.

Step by step on the mountain, the qi on Yun Zhongjun's body became more and more ethereal, and when he appeared in front of the Witch King of the Zhurong Division, the qi on his body had been completely integrated into the short knife that was only one and a half feet in his hand.

And in front of him, the witch king of the Zhurong Department is the same.

The Wu clan is known for its abundant blood, but in front of Yun Zhongjun, this witch king gives people the feeling that it is like the breeze in the mountains, without a trace, obviously, the blood and qi around him have been integrated into the spear in his hand.

When they met each other, the two immortal golden immortals didn't say anything, because once they spoke, the momentum they had accumulated would leak a little, and in such a battle, the difference in this breath was very likely to make life and death win or lose, and lead to different results.

When Yun Zhongjun took another step forward, on the top of the mountain, a small round of Haoyang exploded in front of Yun Zhongjun.

One inch long, one inch strong, the witch king of the Zhu Rong Department, relying on the spear in his hand, was already the first to attack Yun Zhongjun.

In front of Yun Zhongjun, the exploding Haoyang turned into endless flowing fire to every corner of his body, and in every flowing fire, there was an unparalleled scorching heat and edge, and suddenly, the spear shook again, and all the flowing fires gathered in one place, turning into the edge of the spear, and falling to Yun Zhongjun's eyebrows - at this time, Yun Zhongjun found that the Haoyang he had seen before, the flowing fire, was just the red tassel beating behind the sharp edge of the spear.

Under that extreme edge, Yun Zhongjun only felt that every inch of flesh and blood on his body was wailing and fearing, and his every thought was telling him that in front of this shot, he could only retreat, otherwise, he would only die under this shot.

"Retreat?"

"How is it possible!" Yun Zhongjun lowered his gaze, and his body fell down, which was a direct deception forward.

In the midst of the incomparably loud roar, the entire starry sky seemed to be pressed down towards this high mountain.

In the starry sky, the brilliance of the Beidou is incomparably brilliant, and with the fall of the knife light, the handle of the Beidou also moves with it, from east to west, from south to north, so a cycle.

When the light of the stars and the light of Haoyang were dispersed on the top of the mountain, the two immortal golden immortals in front of the altar had already divided the victory and defeat.

The witch king of the Zhurong tribe leaned on the flag, and the spear in his hand was divided into two by the sword light of Yun Zhongjun, and the sword light went all the way along the spear, from the center of the witch king's eyebrows, all the way down, and divided the body of the witch king into two.

"What a Star Killing Divine Sword!" The moment the knife crack opened, the light in the Witch King's pupils also dispersed.