Indeed it is!

Nodding, Di Jun agreed with Donghuang Taiyi's remarks.

Although it has lost a lot of benefits, it has also ensured that its whole body has retreated, and in this case, it is completely possible to peek at the power of the hole cards of Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestors, which is definitely a sure thing.

However, he also knows that he has indeed miscalculated, which is an undeniable fact, and he has no intention of denying it, after all, only by spurring himself can he have a better future.

"Whew~"

Exhaling heavily, Di Jun raised his head and said, "Then let's see who wins and who loses!"

"Taiyi, let's get out of this area first!"

After speaking, Di Jun's body shook and quickly swept towards the area behind him.

There is no way, the battle between Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches will definitely be huge, and it is really easy for them to be affected if they stay here, although the aftermath of the battle is not very concerning, but it is not easy for them to observe.

"It's coming!"

Donghuang Taiyi also knew what Emperor Jun meant, and after agreeing in his mouth, his body shook and swept towards the rear quickly.

Soon, Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi successfully arrived at the area of tens of thousands of miles outside the battlefield, with the Donghuang Bell as a defense, the two stood on the mountain peak, standing with their hands in their hands, staring at the area in the distance.

It can be seen that at this moment, the three Qing and the twelve ancestral witches have already started to move.

There are no accidents, Sanqing definitely has the upper hand!

In the case of obtaining the three Qings with the most Pangu inheritance plus the two innate treasures and the four swords of Zhuxian, although the twelve ancestral witches are outnumbered, they are also defeated and retreated, especially among them, Zhu Rong, a few ancestral witches who have not obtained the Yuan Shen, are even more blocked from the battlefield at this moment, no matter how they roar and roar, they cannot enter the center of the battlefield, and it is not a power level existence at all.

It can be seen that Lao Tzu has the Xuanhuang Pagoda of Heaven and Earth on his head, holding the Taiji diagram and crutches in his hands, and defeating the two strongest ancestors, Dijiang and Candle Jiuyin, with one enemy and two, and he can't even fight back.

Although space is king, time is respected, but you can use all the bells and whistles in an endless stream, everything is in vain in front of the defense of the Xuanhuang Tower of Heaven and Earth, the primitive hand holds the Pangu Banner on the head of the jade Ruyi, and blocks the attack of the three ancestral witches with his own strength, although he does not say that he has the upper hand, but it is also stable, at least the three ancestral witches can't help him when they join forces.

The only thing that surprised Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi was that Tongtian held the four swords of Zhuxian in his hand, and he was undefeated with one enemy and seven, although four of the ancestral witches did not have a primordial spirit, but the strength was undoubted, and he was actually blocked by him alone, and the injuries on the seven ancestral witches were obviously serious, and their combat power surpassed the primitive, which was definitely unexpected.

"Zizi, this primitive can't work!"

The corners of his mouth rose, and Donghuang Taiyi said with some mockery: "Even if you hold the Innate Supreme Treasure Pangu Flag, it's useless!"

"It's okay if the strength is not good, isn't it good to cultivate honestly? But the whole person is still very jumpy, among the three clears, I am afraid that his heart is the worst and most gloomy!"

Hearing this, Di Jun couldn't help but shake his head.

He knows very well that there is no doubt that Lao Tzu is the boss among the three Qings, but Tongtian, who holds the four swords of Zhuxian, is really not weak, and the primitiveness of knowing each other is more than a step worse.

The original is the emperor's mind, but he does not have a comparable state of mind, and he is not as clear as Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi as well as the key to self-strength, not only good at jealousy, but also arrogant, no one has always been able to treat him in the presence of Lao Tzu and Tongtian, which has also led to his character becoming more and more intense.

It's a pity that it's different now, in the case of dealing with the Twelve Ancestors, Lao Tzu and Tongtian can't help him at all, so the primitive state in this situation can be described as extremely embarrassing.

Just the three ancestral witches have no advantage in beating him, if there is an ancestral witch who goes to the battlefield to help at will, the original will definitely not be able to resist enough, and then he will really be embarrassed and thrown home.

As time passed, the battle between Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches intensified, and the entire heaven and earth continued to shake, and more than half of the area of the Xiaoqian World had collapsed.

However, it is difficult for them to distinguish the winner in a short period of time, seeing that the battle is getting more and more intense, Donghuang Taiyi hesitated for a moment, and then turned his head to look at Di Jun and asked: "Big brother, do you say that the winner this time is Sanqing or Twelve Ancestral Witches?"

"I don't know!"

Swinging his head, Di Jun frowned slightly and said: "Although their single strength is nothing in the eyes of you and me, the most important thing is their respective hole cards, and it is difficult for me to judge who wins and who loses." ”

"A Pangu primordial god, a Pangu body, this emperor is really looking forward to it. ”

Bang –

At that moment, a deafening explosion rang out.

Follow the prestige, you can see Lao Tzu, the primitive and Tongtian figures gathered together, Lao Tzu and Tongtian are all right, but the primitive is pale, while the mouth is panting, there are obvious scars on the body, and the blood is drenched and looks extremely embarrassed.

On the contrary, the Twelve Ancestral Witches also gathered together from a distance, and their situation was not very good, except for the three Ancestral Witches who were fighting against the primordial Ancestors, even Di Jiang and Candle Jiuyin were scarred.

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!"

Seeing Lao Tzu and Tongtian's situation, the primitive completely rampaged.

He knew that he was embarrassed.

Among the three Qings, as the second child, he actually lost, and there was no doubt that he lost to Tongtian.

You know, Tongtian hasn't cast the Zhuxian Sword Formation yet, if he casts the Zhuxian Sword Array, the combat power will be greatly improved again and even reach the point of being comparable to Lao Tzu, but what about his primitive?

Although he holds the Pangu Banner in his hand, anyone with a discerning eye can also see that he has become a laggard in the Sanqing.

"Slash!"

The angry rebuke roared, the black qi in the center of the primordial eyebrows floated, and the evil corpse was agitated, and flew out directly and attached to Yu Ruyi.

In the next second, the brilliance was shining, and a figure of Yu Ruyi shook and quietly appeared in mid-air, murderous, and the primitive cultivation also entered the late stage of the quasi-saint.

"It worked!"

"I've managed to slay out the evil corpse!"

Feeling that his own strength and instant strength were many times stronger, the primordial first froze, and then the whole person was ecstatic, holding the Pangu Banner in his hand and being excited, a pair of eyes bloodshot staring at the Twelve Ancestral Witches in the distance, and he was about to step forward again.

"Second brother!"

However, before he could move, Lao Tzu on the side opened his mouth to stop him: "Don't be reckless, the next step is the final battle!"