"Is Your Majesty Gonggong still planning to fight?" Under Gonggong's extremely frightened gaze, the voice of the Taizhen Daoist sounded from the West Kunlun.

"It's just better than my punch, doesn't Taizhen Daoist think that he really has the strength to face Taiyi Daojun?"

"With that kind of punch, I can continue to come with a hundred punches, a thousand punches, but with that kind of sword, how many times can you cut it out from Taizhen Daoyou?"

"Twice, or three times?" Gonggong stretched out his hand and wiped it on his forehead, so the wound on his forehead healed in an instant, but as soon as the wound healed, a sword qi burst out from Gonggong's forehead, tearing the healed wound again.

"What about two times? What about three times?" The calm voice of the Taizhen Taoist resounded between heaven and earth, and between heaven and earth, there was an invisible Dao rhyme, which quickly erased the traces of the Taizhen Taoist and the Gonggong War, and the West Kunlun was still shrouded in a dense fog, only the sword light on the weak water river was still clearly horizontal in front of the Gonggong.

"Whatever the reason, I can defeat you on this sword, and I will be able to defeat you on the next sword. ”

"If I continue to fight, I will fall to the hands of the Ancestral Witch. ”

"But I am 30% sure that the co-worker ancestor will accompany me and fall into eternal calamity. ”

"Your Majesty, do you dare to bet on this game?" the fog rolled, and the silver brilliance loomed.

Under the pressure of the Taizhen Taoist, the co-workers fell silent.

Heaven and earth are like cages, and in this heaven and earth, countless interpersonal relationships and countless ties are like chains one after another, locking every cultivator to death—just like the king in the clouds, he regards heaven and earth as a chess game, treats himself as a chess piece, and even more regards himself as a passerby in this heaven and earth, but he also has a line of stars as his fetters.

And Gonggong, Taiyi Daojun, this ancestral witch, of course, also has his fetters - the Wu clan, and the twelve ancestral witches are the fetters of co-workers, and they are the fetters of every ancestral witch.

And as the foundation of the existence of the Wu Clan, before there is a replacement, it is absolutely impossible for them, the twelve ancestral witches, to be lost again!

Of course, the most important thing is that even if Gonggong risks dying in battle, what will he gain after this battle?

The Taizhen Daoist fell, the West Kunlun overturned, and the innate peach spirit root withered with it - that is to say, he risked dying in battle to fight to the death with the Taizhen Daoist, and it was very likely that he would not gain anything.

If it is called the violent fire ancestor Wu Zhu Rong, or the ancestor of thunder Wu Xizi, the ancestor of power Wu Qiangliang, etc., at this time, it must be said that he has launched an offensive against this West Kunlun regardless of it, but as the ancestor of water, Gonggong is not a violent person, on the contrary, he is extremely good at weighing the pros and cons.

And now, in his weighing, if the dispute between him and the Taizhen Daoist continues, the benefits outweigh the disadvantages.

Therefore, at this moment, the heart of the co-worker really gave birth to a little retreat.

"Are you sure of Sancheng?" Gonggong re-manifested into the appearance of the thin Taoist, and then sat down in place, as if considering something.

"If this is not the case, I, Xikunlun, will close the mountain for 10,000 years since then, and His Majesty Gonggong will retreat. ”

"How about we reveal the grievances of the co-workers?" Seeing that the attitude of the co-workers had softened, the voice of the Taizhen Taoist sounded again, and he made concessions first, and set up a ladder for the co-workers to step down.

"Taizhen Daoist has such strength, it is naturally reasonable for me to retreat. ”

"However, at this point in the conquest, this weak water river god has not left a name and surname, which really shouldn't be. ”

"Dare to ask Daoyou's name?"

Gonggong stared at the sword light on the weak river.

This battle of West Kunlun has changed several times, all because of this weak water river god, and in the end, the real Taizhen Daoist has that thirty percent of the certainty, and it is still this weak water river god - such a person, if he doesn't see the previous side, how can he be willing to work together.

"I have seen Your Majesty Gonggong, Your Majesty can call me weak water. In the weak water river, Yun Zhongjun hesitated for a moment, and then slowly spoke, and the sword light on the weak water river also sank into the weak water and disappeared without a trace.

Maintaining the existence of such a sword light also requires great effort for Yun Zhongjun.

"Weak water?"

"Very nice. ”

"Taizhen Daoist, Weak Water Daoist, I remember you. ”

"In this game, you won, and in the next ten thousand years, my Wu clan will not peep at this West Kunlun. Gonggong's gaze followed the disappearing knife light into the weak water river, and after a long time, Gonggong smiled.

The space was broken in front of Gonggong, and when the space was closed, Gonggong's figure had already disappeared before this West Kunlun.

......

"It's finally gone!" Yun Zhongjun glanced at his Qi Luck Heavenly Pillar, the nine-headed dragon that devoured the Heavenly Pillar disappeared, and turned into eight wisps of purple luck lingering on his Heavenly Pillar, this is a long sigh of relief, and then, the sword light he hid in the weak water river completely collapsed.

In the sword light, wisps of qi luck surged, like a rushing river, roaring under the Yun Zhongjun's Qi Luck Heavenly Pillar, and the surroundings of the Yun Zhongjun Qi Luck Heavenly Pillar were quickly covered by a layer of brilliant golden clouds - in that golden cloud, even a moment of calamity could not be seen.

When the nine-headed dragon dissipated, Yun Zhongjun's body accumulated to the current catastrophe, and it was also wiped out cleanly - crossing the killing tribulation, or crossing the death tribulation, is the best way to eliminate the catastrophe, and between heaven and earth, any kind of death tribulation cannot compare to Yun Zhongjun's previous experience of facing Taiyi Daojun.

Therefore, after such an unprecedented catastrophe, the catastrophe on Yun Zhongjun's body was also swept away.

Looking at the golden mist under the Heavenly Pillar of His Qi Luck, a few purple qi occasionally appeared, Yun Zhongjun only felt that his heart was unprecedentedly relaxed and transparent.

This death tribulation, when it comes to before and after, is only a few moments of effort, but the benefits for Yun Zhongjun are greater than his thousands of years of retreat.

Under this incomparably transparent thought, even if Yun Zhongjun did not pass through the authority of the weak water river, in his eyes, there were silver silk threads representing the law of space, which occasionally flashed staggered.

"Do you have time to meet?"

A hundred years later, when Yun Zhongjun's eyes were quick, he flicked a finger towards the vertical and horizontal silver silk thread in front of him, and then a few miles away from him, an elixir on West Kunlun was directly shattered by the fingers that broke through the air, and in West Kunlun, the voice of the Taizhen Daoist finally sounded again.

And the fog that lingered on the weak water river also dissipated, and the true face of Xi Kunlun also appeared in front of Yun Zhongjun again.

——In West Kunlun, the roots of the innate peach spirit root spread everywhere, and above the roots, there was an existence similar to a tree nodule, and in West Kunlun, those Kun Daoists who had been extracted by the Taizhen Dao people because of the battle between the Taizhen Dao and the Gonggong Ancestor Witch were still recuperating in those tree tumors at this time, in order to make up for the origin and restore their vitality.

Unlike Yun Zhongjun, these people didn't know anything about the previous battle between Taizhen Dao and Gonggong Ancestor Wu.

In that battle, Xi Kunlun was shrouded in a dense fog from beginning to end, and outside the dense fog, it was difficult for the ancestors and witches to see through this thick fog through the arrangement of the Taizhen Daoists.

And within the dense fog, those Kun Dao people are also blinded by the thick fog, and it is difficult to know what is beyond the thick fog - this is the protection of those Kun Dao people.

After all, even an existence like Yun Zhongjun, when facing Gonggong's punch, he could only cut off his legs to keep himself from escaping.

If you call those Kun Daoists, when Gonggong's mountain-shattering fist smashes down, I don't know how many people will be heartbroken for this - there are not too many people, as long as one or two Kun Daoists, under Gonggong's fist, lose their minds and abandon the magic circle of West Kunlun and flee.

If there are practitioners who abandon the circle and flee when the Taizhen Daoist and the co-workers are fighting, then the West Kunlun collusion with all the cultivators' magic circle will inevitably be turbulent, and the Taizhen Daoist will also have flaws because of this.

- The strength of the Taizhen Daoist is not as good as that of the ancestral witch Gonggong, if there is a flaw in such a battle, then the fate of the Taizhen Daoist, the outcome of this West Kunlun, can be imagined!