"Quasi-saint!"

"Another quasi-saint!"

The pupils shrank, and the desolate powers and innate gods in the Great Barren Mountain couldn't help but exclaim at this moment, and countless eyes were gathered on Jiaohuang's body at this moment, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

No way, it's just incredible.

The demon clan has Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, which is enough to defy the sky, after all, there are only a few quasi-saints in the world, and the demon clan is already under great pressure.

But now?

The Jiaohuang who had never been seen before was actually a quasi-saint, and it didn't look much weaker than the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, a three-quasi-saint, this is so fun? Who in the world can stop them?

"What, are you threatening us?"

"Don't my witch clan want to lose face?"

In this regard, Zhu Rong and other ancestral witches were also angry, although the relationship between the two sides eased a little, but after all, they have always been mortal enemies, how could they allow such unscrupulous demonstrations by Donghuang Taiyi and Jiaohuang?

Without any hesitation, except for Di Jiang and Candle Jiuyin, who did not move, the other ten great ancestors stepped forward, and the blood and qi around their bodies were tumbling, and the vast innate turbidity qi gushed out, which was not inferior to the quasi-saint monks in any way.

"Hiss......"

Seeing this scene, the desolate powers and innate gods in the Great Wilderness Mountain region couldn't help but gasp.

Although they knew early on that the Twelve Ancestral Witches had powers comparable to those of quasi-saints, they had never seen them actually fight, and they had never had much of an idea.

But now it's just the momentum exuded by the Ten Ancestors of Zhurong, it's simply a posture that crushes everything, if it weren't for the fact that they didn't have a primordial god, let alone them, even the demon clan couldn't bear it.

For a while, the great powers of the desolation and the innate gods swept away the thoughts of disdainful witch clans in the past, and their expressions became serious and solemn in their hearts.

Not for anything else, this is the era of the strong respecting, the Wu clan does not have a primordial god, but its combat power is unparalleled enough to make people pay attention to it, and no one of them is sure that they have a chance of winning against any ancestral witch.

"Quasi-saint!"

"Quasi-saint!"

In the distance, Sanqing gathered together, and the primordial eyes were spewing fire.

As the Pangu Yuan God, they claim to be the authentic Pangu Sect, but so far their cultivation has been stuck at the point of the Great Perfection of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, and they have not been able to improve for a long time, but the ancestors of the Wu clan that they couldn't even look down on in the past have actually reached a level comparable to that of a quasi-saint, although this is not the first time they have seen it, but he still can't calm down in his heart.

Especially after the last time Sanqing traded with the Twelve Ancestral Witches, they knew very well that once the latter successfully fused the power of the essence blood and the primordial god, they were not afraid that they would go to the next level, or even ......

"Damn, why are there so many powers in the East!"

"Even the barbarians of the Wu Clan actually have such power!"

On the other end, Zhun Ti's heart is not very calm, although he is one of the innate gods, and has a top-level innate spirit treasure talisman like the Seven Treasure Miao Tree, but he can also see that his level is still top in the West, but after arriving in the East, he is afraid that he is a quasi-first-class combat power in front of him, and he can't compare with the top existence of Di Jun and Taiyi at all.

Especially thinking of the vast land in the East and the incomparably poor in the West, he was even more uncomfortable in his heart, subconsciously clenched his fists, and said secretly: "Sooner or later, one day, my West will definitely surpass the East!"

"Alright!

"Alright!

At this moment, Di Jun and Di Jiang spoke at the same time to stop the people beside them.

Suddenly, the tense momentum in the field suddenly stopped, and then, Taiyi, Jiaohuang and the Ten Great Ancestors snorted coldly at the same time, and each returned behind Di Jun and Di Jiang.

At this moment, the two emperors of the two lich clans, Di Jun and Di Jiang, looked at each other, and the two vast momentum rose, and Di Jun suppressed the Quartet with the absolute power of the coercion of the middle stage of the quasi-saint.

But Di Jiang is not weak, his cultivation in the middle stage of Da Luo Jin Immortal plus the blood of the ancestor witch comparable to the quasi-saint, although he is weak, but the existence of Candle Jiuyin beside him is not equal.

Under such circumstances, the monks within the Great Wilderness Mountain were all stunned, and they all froze in place one by one, staring at Dijiang and Candle Jiuyin in the distance, and exclaimed: "My God, what is going on with Dijiang and Candle Jiuyin!"

"The middle stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal is definitely the fluctuation of the cultivation of the middle stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal. ”

"Damn, doesn't the Wu Clan have no primordial gods?

“......”

Especially Zhun Ti, Zhen Yuanzi, Styx and other top powers, all of them have wide-eyed expressions on their faces at this moment!

The cultivation of the middle stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal is nothing, but it appeared on two people who should not have it, Ancestral Witch! Isn't that an unscrupulous existence that can only rely on his own physical body? Where did they come from?

"They actually succeeded!"

"Essence blood and primordial spirit can really be fused!"

On the contrary, Sanqing suddenly became excited at this moment, his eyes were fixed on Di Jiang and Candle Jiuyin, his fists were clenched subconsciously, and he said secretly, "If I can also get the essence blood refining into the body, then ......"

After a long time, the momentum of the pair dissipated, Di Jiang and Candle Jiuyin glanced at each other, and said with a rather gloomy expression: "Di Jun, say it, what do you want?"

Although they didn't make a move, but just under the momentum of the confrontation, they could clearly feel that even if the two of them joined forces, they were not Di Jun's opponents, so the dominance could naturally only be given to Di Jun.

"The two ancestral witches are polite!"

Smiling slightly, Di Jun saw that the two of them were soft, and naturally they would not continue to make trouble unreasonably, and as soon as his mind moved, he reined in his own breath, and glanced at the Great Wilderness Mountain behind him and said: "Since everyone from the Wu Clan is here, then we don't need to waste time here!"

"The Hundred Sects Alliance in the Great Wilderness Mountain is vainly trying to control the heavens and the earth, and is not afraid of the lich, which is a serious provocation for you and my clan, and this emperor suggests that you and I and all Daoists join forces to completely destroy the Hundred Sects Alliance. ”

"Especially the Eastern Prince, who is the lord of the Hundred Sects Alliance, I hope that all of you Daoists can leave him without any possibility of escaping, if you agree, you can continue to stay, and if you don't agree, you can also choose to leave now!"

As soon as these words came out, the area of the Great Wilderness Mountain was silent.

No one expected that Di Jun would arrange the Hundred Sects Alliance so easily, and this Chi Guoguo's action against the Eastern Princes was even more curious, and he couldn't understand what hatred existed between the two sides.

"Good!"

On the contrary, Di Jiang nodded without hesitation and agreed: "The Hundred Sects Alliance provokes the bottom line of my Wu clan, and it must not be tolerated and cultivated, and the prince of the East must die!"

"Di Jun, since it has been negotiated, then let's officially do it, the Hundred Sects Alliance can still turn the sky upside down!"