Thirty-three days away.

Chaos Room, Zixiao Palace.

The dojo where Hongjun's ancestor is located.

At this moment, in the Zixiao Dojo of this Zixiao Palace.

Taiqing Laozi and Yuqing Yuanshi, these two Heavenly Dao saints, all stood respectfully in the center of the dojo.

"The two senior brothers will wait for a while, and I have already presented the matter of the two senior brothers' meeting to the master. ”

Yao Chi wore a long red dress and spoke politely.

Even if Taiqing and Yuqing want to see Hongjun, they have to go to Hongjun with Yaochi, who is the guard of Zixiao Palace.

"There is Senior Sister Lao. ”

Taiqing Laozi nodded with a smile, and Yuan Shi Tianzun was silent.

At this moment, there was a hint of condensation in his eyes, or rather, a hint of nervousness.

What Yuan Shi Tianzun did to the Tongtian Sect Master in the Little Demon Realm, it is not a problem to hide from Taiqing Laozi, but if you want to hide from your master Hongjun Ancestor, you want to come... Basically, it's impossible.

If Tongtian died, it would be nothing, he knew Hongjun's temperament, and he would never blame himself for a dead chess.

But Tongtian is still alive.

And his master loves Tongtian the most, which is naturally clear to Yuan Shi Tianzun.

Therefore, it is natural that the Yuan Shi Tianzun will be nervous.

"Are you willing to come to see me?"

At this time, an ethereal voice sounded in this Zixiao Dojo.

Taiqing Laozi and Yuan Shi Tianzun, almost at the same time, lifted their robes and knelt on the ground.

"Disciple, meet the Master. ”

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The desolate world, among many famous mountains.

There is a mountain, which is extremely famous.

Because the existence of this mountain represents the end of an era.

In the era of the first tribulation of the Longhan Dynasty, the battle between Hongjun and Rahu ended with the defeat of Rahu on this mountain.

The name of the mountain is Sumeru.

It is neither copper, nor iron, nor steel, and has been hidden under Mount Meru.

Without reversing yin and yang, is there no water and fire to quench the edge?

Zhu Xianli, killing immortals, trapping immortals everywhere red light.

The changes of the immortals are endless, and the blood of the Daluo immortals is stained.

It is said that the four swords of Zhuxian were originally hidden under this Mount Meru.

And at this moment, the four swords of the Immortal Punishment were also under this mountain, and at the same time, there were one angry roar after another, which spread out from under this mountain.

The owner of the voice is Rahu.

In the previous battle of Broken Sky Cliff, he did not bring the four swords of Zhuxian, but attributed the four swords of Zhuxian to the foot of this Sumeru Mountain to make up for the spirituality that the four swords had lost for so many years.

Because at that time, he was extremely confident, thinking that his plan was absolutely seamless, and he didn't need the Four Swords of Zhuxian at all.

"Donghuang Taiyi!"

"Donghuang Taiyi...!"

“......！”

At the bottom of Mount Meru, there was a roar one after another.

Rahu's hatred for the Eastern Emperor became even stronger every time he failed to attack the 'Yan Seal'.

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Meanwhile.

Wicans.

Twelve ancestral witches, Dijiang, Candle Jiuyin, Extravagant Corpse, Beishu, Jumang, Gonggong, Zhurong, Houtu, Xuanming, Tianwu, Qiangliang, Tizi.

One by one, at this time, they were all in their respective ancestral parts, in a daze, dazed, and stunned.

The Eastern Emperor Heavenly Decree of 'Ordering the Wu Clan to Surrender' that came from Buzhou Mountain has been received by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and their 'stunned, stunned, and stunned' are all because of the Eastern Emperor Heavenly Decree that came from this way.

In the face of this heavenly decree, in the face of the Eastern Emperor's holy might.

They don't know what to do.

Beat?!

Are you kidding.

No matter how reckless the Twelve Ancestors were, they knew clearly in their hearts what the gap between their strengths was.

Even if their twelve ancestral witches condensed into a witch god body, they were only known as 'comparable to the body of a saint'.

But now what can the 'body of a saint' be in the eyes of the Eastern Emperor?!

At most, it's a fart!

The Heavenly Sect Master, one of the six saints, has now become a kneeling existence in front of the Eastern Emperor, and has become a servant of the Eastern Emperor, and the witch god bodies of their twelve ancestors cannot enter the eyes of the Eastern Emperor at all.

The difference in strength between him and the Eastern Emperor is already a qualitative difference.

Fight, it's definitely no fun.

Since you can't win, surrender?!

The Twelve Ancestral Witches have always regarded themselves as Pangu orthodoxy, and they are even more arrogant in their bones, allowing them to surrender without a fight, which is even more uncomfortable than killing them.

Houtu State.

Zubu Zuwu Palace.

Houtu is the only woman among the twelve ancestral witches, and she is also the last ancestral witch born among the twelve ancestral witches.

Always, taciturn.

And this time, this Houtu Ancestor Witch was the first to make a decision.

"Pass on my order, all the witch departments in Houtu Prefecture, except for this witch, the rest will go out and kneel to welcome the Eastern Emperor. ”

Houtu's order came from the ancestral department, and soon spread throughout Houtu Prefecture.

Suddenly, the entire Houtuzhou caused an uproar.

The meaning of this statement is clear.

The Wu clan in Houtuzhou returned to the heavenly court.

But...

Get rid of her, the ancestral witch.

The surrender is the hope that the Houtu Ancestor Wu can have a chance to survive his people.

And she didn't surrender because of the noble ancestral witch blood in her body, which did not allow her to lower her head.

When the news of Houtuzhou came out.

As if it was a chain reaction, from the remaining eleven states, the remaining eleven ancestral tribes, and the remaining eleven ancestral witches, they all issued the same orders as the Houtu ancestral witches.

The tribes in the territory left the country and surrendered, but the ancestors did not surrender.

The news of the Wu clan soon spread back to Buzhou Mountain.

The heavens and the heavens were all overjoyed.

There is only one heavenly decree, which is to let the entire territory of the Wu Clan surrender.

It can be seen that the holy power of the Eastern Emperor has reached an unprecedented peak.

There is no one in this desolation who can compare with it.

Yunxuan Pavilion.

Taiyi listened to Ao Yue's report on the situation of the Wu Clan, and there was a trace of coldness in his eyes.

"The last pride. ”

Murmuring.

He naturally knew what the Twelve Ancestral Witches meant.

The Wu clan can descend, but the twelve ancestors can't descend.

"In that case, the emperor will shatter your last pride. ”

The moment Taiyi's words fell.

The land of the Wicans.

God, it's changed.

A round of brilliant sun, covering the entire land of the Wu clan, appeared out of thin air in the sky of this land of the Wu clan.

The dazzling light made it difficult for the clansmen of the Wu clan to open their eyes.

This is not the sun god thirty-three days away.

It's just a projection of the small god star that is placed in the sky above the land of the witch clan.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, at this moment.

All of them rose from their respective ancestors and rose to the sky.

In an instant, they gathered under the scorching sun, looking at the bright sun, feeling the holy might, and there was anger on their faces.

"Donghuang Taiyi! My Wu Clan has surrendered! What else do you want?!"

"How else do you want to !!?"

Before the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Di Jiang roared angrily.

However, after this outrage.

Including Di Jiang, the twelve ancestors were all stunned, and their pupils shrank sharply.

in their eyes.

In the bright sun, there was a figure that slowly volleyed out of the sky.

This scene.

Like a supreme god, descending into the mortal world.

That's, Donghuang Taiyi!