Chapter 52: Joy and Sorrow

When Xingtian's powerful spiritual power swept across the audience, the blood mist that had not reacted began to condense rapidly, and an invisible force was guiding these blood mist!

Suddenly, a scream sounded: "Xingtian, Ancestor, I remember you bastard, there is no end between us!"

When this scream sounded, two blood rays rushed out of the defense of the Twelve Ancestral Witches in an instant, carrying the blood mist that filled the sky, and then disappeared from everyone's sight.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were too careless, they underestimated the River Styx, and let the River Styx escape lightly without defense, and also took away the two best innate spirit treasures of 'Yuan Tu' and 'Ah Nose'.

Although they didn't care about the gains and losses of the innate spirit treasures as a witch clan, they were lightly escaped by the River Styx, which made their faces gloomy and terrifying, which was simply a slap in the face. Xing Tian Shang Che was able to see through the tricks of the River Styx, but their twelve ancestors and witches were not able to see through it, what an irony!

After seeing Styx fleeing quickly, Xingtian's heart was relieved, in fact, he was not as calm as he had expressed, if Styx dared to give it a go, Xingtian was powerless to suppress the 'Twelve Rank Karma Fire Red Lotus', the price he paid was not less than that of Styx, but in the end, Xingtian won the gamble, and under the influence of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Styx finally gave up fighting with him.

Without the mastery of the River Styx, the 'Twelve Rank Karma Fire Red Lotus' was quickly sealed by Xing Tian with a huge amount of merit golden light, and then received his own incomplete space, completely cutting off the connection between the 'Twelve Rank Karma Fire Red Lotus' and the River Styx.

When the 'Twelve Grades of Karma Fire Red Lotus' was put away by Xingtian, Styx immediately sensed that stealing chickens and not losing a handful of rice was his most realistic portrayal, this time he not only did not succeed in assassinating Xingtian, but did not get benefits from Xingtian, but instead lost his own housekeeper spirit treasure 'Twelve Grades of Fire Red Lotus', and he also offended the Wu Clan and Emperor Donghua, making his situation extremely dangerous, which made Styx annoyed in his heart!

The sea of blood does not dry up, the river Styx does not die, it is true, but it is not an easy thing to operate, although he has a sea of blood and will not die to each other, but every time he dies, he will have a period of weakness, and the most important thing will affect his own cultivation, if he is really hated by the Wu clan and the Emperor of Donghua, the consequences are really unimaginable, how can this not make the River Styx angry.

Escaped by the River Styx, the Twelve Ancestral Witches sprinkled their anger on the three of them in the face of embarrassment and anger, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches moved their minds to surround the three of them, and they had the posture of killing them all, and they wanted to wash away their own humiliation with the blood of the three of them!

If he didn't have so much greed, if he could retreat and leave one step earlier, he wouldn't have faced the current crisis.

Emperor Donghua regretted it even more, speaking of which, he was not much better than the River Styx, although the Styx Sea stole chickens and failed to lose a handful of rice to lose his housekeeper Lingbao 'Twelve Grades of Industry Fire Red Lotus', and Emperor Donghua lost his wife and soldiers, not only carried several black pots, making his reputation stinky, but also killed many henchmen, and the most important thing is that he is now a little difficult to protect.

Kill! Xingtian can use the River Styx to establish his authority, and it is impossible for the Twelve Ancestral Witches to leave like this, they want to take the Donghua Emperor and the three of them to establish their authority!

When he felt the strong murderous aura on the twelve ancestral witches, he couldn't help but speak: "Fellow Daoists, we don't have any malice, you can't make a big deal with us, not to mention that Donghua Daoyou is the head of the Honghuang male immortal personally sealed by Teacher Hongjun anyway, if you really have to kill him, then you will have to bear the anger of Teacher Hongjun, and the dignity of a saint cannot be provoked!"

In the face of the death crisis, the guide had to use Hongjun Dao Ancestor as a shield, this is the only shield he can stop the twelve ancestral witches, they don't think that the twelve ancestral witches will be soft-hearted people, just look at the punishment heaven to know the cruelty of the Wu clan.

Di Jiang sneered and said: "Lead, Hugh wants to talk about Hongjun Dao Ancestor, since you dare to provoke my Wu clan, then you have to bear the revenge of my Wu clan and kill me!"

Di Jiang gave an order, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches joined forces to kill the Emperor, Zhun Ti and Emperor Donghua, without the slightest hesitation, and the words of the introduction did not have any impact on them!

Emperor Donghua was anxious, and roared loudly: "Which of you dares, I have the dragon head staff given by the teacher!"

Emperor Donghua roared and sacrificed the dragon's head staff, staring at the Emperor Jiang Ancestor with a pair of red eyes, like a red-eyed rabbit!

Emperor Donghua's actions made Emperor Jiang pause for a moment, but soon a resolute look flashed on Emperor Jiang's face as the ancestor of Emperor Jiang, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Hongjun Dao Ancestor, he can't be unreasonable, kill me, I will use their blood to tell the sù desolate beings the fate of being enemies of my Wu clan!"

After hearing Di Jiang's order, no one hesitated, all of them frantically rushed to their respective opponents, bullying the widows with the crowd, the twelve ancestors were divided into three teams, four to four people every year, four to one, and in an instant, Zhun Ti and Emperor Donghua were in crisis, and the danger was everywhere!

When he saw the twelve ancestors so crazy, Taishang Laojun's face showed a trace of heaviness, originally he thought that Emperor Donghua took out the 'dragon head staff' given by the Taoist ancestor and would let the Wu clan take care of it, but unfortunately he was wrong, the twelve ancestors did not take care of it at all, and directly wanted to poison Emperor Donghua.

If the Twelve Ancestors Wu Yin really killed the Emperor of Donghua in one fell swoop, as well as the introduction and Zhun Ti, then the matter will be a big deal, the entire flood will be reshuffled, and the Wu clan will dominate the world of the flood wilderness, with the domineering of the Wu clan, it is conceivable what the entire flood will be like, and such a result is what the Sanqing does not want to see.

Yuan Shi Tianzun couldn't help but speak: "Big brother, we can't let these bastards of Dijiang be so arrogant, our brother Fang is the authentic Pangu sect!"

Hearing Yuan Shi Tianzun's words, Taishang Laojun raised his head and glanced at him, and said in a deep voice: "What do you think we should do, and make a big deal with Dijiang? I'm afraid that this is exactly what they want to see, and do you think we can have a chance of winning a big battle with Dijiang and them?"

There is no chance of winning, what Pangu is authentic, this desolate world is respected by strength, the strength of the twelve ancestors is there, the madness of Xingtian also makes people fearful, and more importantly, there are many big witches in the Wu clan, once the three clear shots, the consequences are not what they can bear.

Taishang Laojun's questioning made Yuan Shi Tianzun speechless, and a trace of helplessness flashed on the face of the Tongtian Sect Master, although he didn't want to admit it, but the three brothers were indeed inferior to the Twelve Ancestral Witches, not as good as the Wu Clan.

Some people are happy and some are worried, Sanqing is worried, but Kunpeng, who is far away in the North Stygian Sea, is extremely excited, if the Twelve Ancestors kill the introduction and Zhun Ti, then his seat will return to his own hands, how can such a good thing not make him excited!

Happiness and sorrow, it is very appropriate to use this word to describe Kunpeng at this time, just when he was happy that the twelve ancestors and witches were on the right side, and Zhun Ti, disaster befell him.

People sit at home, disaster comes from the sky, Di Jun and Tai Yi quietly came to the North Styx Sea, pointing directly at him Kunpeng, when he heard his subordinates report that Di Jun and Taiyi surrounded the North Styx, Kunpeng was dumbfounded.

"Bastard, what are the two thief birds doing with Dijun and Taiyi?" Kunpeng couldn't help but scold, no longer having the excitement he had before.

Just as Kunpeng was scolding, Emperor Jun and Taiyi broke into Kunpeng's palace without the slightest care, and they were extremely arrogant along the way, and anyone who dared to stop them was killed by him.

"Kunpeng, why are we here, I think you should be clear, today you have to make a choice, whether to join my demon clan and become the master of all demons, or refuse to fight with us to the death?" With Di Jun's voice, Di Jun and Tai Yi appeared in front of Kunpeng, killing them all the way in and making the two of them full of murderous aura, which made Kunpeng feel horrified, what kind of choice is this, it is clearly to overwhelm people with power!