In the chaotic void, a falling needle can be heard.

Ju Mang's breath was faintly lying in the void, if it weren't for the occasional faint Otogi law circulating around his body, I was afraid that everyone would think that Ju Mang was dead.

Di Jiang and the other eleven ancestral witches looked at Ju Mang lying in the void in disbelief and falling into a coma, until now, they were still a little difficult to accept.

The fact that the ancestors of the witch clan and the people of the demon clan competed for the strength of the flesh, and they would actually lose.

"Big brother, let me go!"

Among the twelve ancestral witches, Zhu Rong stepped forward and looked at Dao Chen with a solemn expression.

The flesh is the proudest thing of the Wu clan, and the self-esteem of being a descendant of Pangu is difficult for him to accept, and they lost this battle.

"What are you going to? Do you think that with your strength, one-on-one is Dao Chen's opponent?"

Xuan Ming said directly and coldly when he heard this.

Ju Mang, as a Yimu Ancestral Witch, is at the bottom of their twelve Ancestral Witches, and his combat power is good, but with the strength of the Ancestral Witch's true body, there is not much difference between them.

They are able to suppress the main sentence, but they have no power to fight back if they want to beat the sentence.

No way!

"I haven't fought, how do you know that with the power of my body alone, I am not Daochen's opponent!"

When Zhu Rong heard this, a trace of anger flashed in his eyebrows.

Although he said so, in fact, he also understood in his heart that although Xuan Ming's words were a little ugly, they were the truth.

He Zhu Rong is indeed not Dao Chen's opponent.

The only difference may just be that the defeat is better than the sentence!

If they force their hands and lose again, and spread the word, their Wu clan will end up with a reputation for admitting gambling and refusing to admit defeat!

You must know that in addition to the three Daochen brothers present, there are also many great powers.

These people didn't dare to fight with him on the surface, but they definitely didn't mind stepping on it more in private.

"Bring Jumang back!"

After a long time, Di Jiang sighed.

"Good!"

Hearing this, Bei Shu responded in a low voice, flew to Jumang's side, directly picked it up, and returned to Buzhou Mountain.

With Jumang's injury, even if it is placed in the Pangu Hall for cultivation, it will be difficult to heal for thousands of years.

Of course, this is still the result of Dao Chen's stay, if it weren't for this, Jumang's end would only be more miserable than this!

But fortunately, there are still 3,000 years to go before the agreement with Sanqing, and there is plenty of time.

"My Wu clan has lost this battle!"

Di Jiang sighed lowly, then took out a quaint token from his arms and threw it at Dao Chen.

"This thing is a token of my twelve ancestors, if Brother Dao enters my clan's Pangu Hall in the future, he can enter with this token. ”

Dijiang looked extremely cheerful and admitted defeat.

But anyone with a discerning eye knows that Dijiang is just pretending.

After all, the Pangu Temple is the important place of his witch clan, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a holy place.

Except for their twelve ancestral witches, it is extremely difficult for even the great witches to enter.

But defeat is defeat, and it is not okay if you don't admit it.

"Then the poor Dao is here, thank you Dijiang Daoyou!"

Daochen was not polite, took the token in Di Jiang's hand, and directly put it into the space he carried.

Originally, he was still going to wait for Hongjun to talk about it, and then he would go to Buzhou Mountain to challenge the Twelve Ancestors, and if he didn't let him enter the Pangu Palace, he would press them to the ground and rub them again.

But he didn't expect that this time, the Twelve Ancestral Witches took the bait themselves, which saved him a lot of trouble.

With this token to enter the Pangu Palace, Dao Chen was sure that after his cultivation entered the late stage of the quasi-sainthood, with the help of the evil qi of the Pangu Palace, he would also deduce the eighth turn of the "Nine Turns Xuangong" into the realm of consummation.

At the same time, Dao Chen was also curious, if he succeeded in cultivating in the ninth turn, would he be able to condense Pangu's true body by himself?

If he can really condense it, coupled with his cultivation of the Yuan Shen, I am afraid that when the time comes, without the help of the Innate Five Elements War, he can easily defeat the Twelve Ancestral Witches who summoned the state of Pangu's true body.

After all, the Pangu True Body they condensed could only be regarded as a puppet without a primordial god.

It is far from the strength exerted by the real body of Pangu, which is dominated by the primordial gods!

"Congratulations, big brother, you got your wish!"

Seeing that Daochen got the token to enter the Pangu Palace, Di Jun and Dong Huang Tai also flashed with joy in their eyes.

Pangu Palace!

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the first holy place in the flood famine.

After all, the Pangu Hall was transformed by the most precious heart of the Pangu God's body, and it was much more magical than the sun star that their right eye transformed.

"Hmm!"

Daochen nodded slightly, but the next moment he frowned suddenly.

couldn't help but be Dao Chen, among the twelve ancestral witches, Shi Jiuyin also frowned.

The two of them looked into the distant void almost simultaneously.

I don't know when, an old man with a simple face and two huge dragon horns on his forehead strode over, and the law of time was swirling around him, and between the waves of his hands, within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles around Daochen and the others, a five-color realm completely condensed by the law of time was set off.

Under the shroud of the law of time enchantment, Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, and even the eleven ancestral witches except Shi Jiuyin, their bodies seemed to freeze, stagnating in the void, and the expressions on their faces were frozen in the moment when this old man appeared.

Even those desolate powers who watched the battle were not spared, and they were all like stone sculptures at this moment, quietly stagnating in the chaotic void.

"Who are you?"

Shi Jiuyin looked at the dragon clan old man who suddenly appeared with a solemn expression.

In his impression, the dragon race was nothing more than a declining race, and it was impossible for such a strong person to exist.

Otherwise, it is impossible to just shrink into the four seas and dare not step into the wilderness!

But now the appearance of this old man is somewhat contrary to his cognition.

"Should I call you Candle Dragon, or the Hour Daoist?"

On the other side, Dao Chen also looked at the old man who suddenly appeared with a solemn expression.

At first, he just thought that the candle dragon was coming, but the purple and black gourd in the dantian Zhihai suddenly throbbed strongly the moment the candle dragon appeared!

It is exactly the same as the few Luo Demon Clan powerhouses encountered in the Three Immortal Islands of the East China Sea before!

It can only be shown that the person in front of him is not a candle dragon, but a real chaotic creature, especially with such a strong aura of time between his body.

Except for the Hour Dao people among the three thousand Chaos Gods and Demons, Dao Chen really couldn't think of who else it could be.

"The Hour Daoist?"

Shi Jiuyin's expression was also shocked when he heard this.

Didn't the three thousand Chaos Gods and Demons all die in the Heaven Opening Tribulation? Even their physical bodies were devoured by the Heavenly Dao, completing their own laws.

How did it end up here?

"It doesn't matter if it's the hour, or if it's a candle dragon, it's just a name, and you don't have to care too much about it!"

Shi Chen Daoren said with a smile when he heard this.

But for some reason, this smile always gives people a sense of oozing.