The thirteen Ancient Orders emitted various colors of light, outlining exquisite patterns in the air, and with each stroke, the sense of oppression in the air was a few points greater than before. Di Jiang and the others stood aside, and they had completely turned into spectators, because with their Taoism, they couldn't even see the lines in the air clearly, let alone how many mysteries were contained in them.

I don't know how long it took, but the pattern in the sky finally took shape. Di Jiang and the others only saw a piece of light entering the Beiwei Pond, and the gorgeous lines disappeared, and the twelve ancient orders on the periphery fell in front of everyone.

At this time, it was the night of the full moon, and a cold jade mirror hung in the air, reflecting how many joys and sorrows in the world.

And at this moment, in the originally silent North Twilight Lake, nine streamers suddenly rose into the sky. Nine dazzling rays of light, respectively showing red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, purple, black, white nine colors, the brilliance of flying in the air, actually turned into the image of a phoenix, dancing in the air. The nine phoenixes cried and sang crisply, like the sound of heaven, in harmony with the sky.

After a long time, the nine phoenixes finally merged together and turned into a pink ball of light. The streamer passed, revealing a heroic woman, and in her palm was the last ancient order.

The woman fell in front of Di Jiang and the others, smiled and saluted: "Little sister Jiufeng, I have seen all my brothers and sisters. ”

These thirteen people have often walked hand in hand since then. In the future, they established the Witch Gate and were honored as the Ancestral Witch, and these thirteen tokens were also known as the Ancestral Witch Order. Although Jiufeng is not comparable to them, not an ancestral witch, but also one of the strongest among the great witches.

At the same time, Jiufeng is also the only one other than the twelve ancestral witches who holds the ancestral witch order.

Not long ago, they happened to walk to the shore of the West Sea and play in Hengshi Mountain.

"What's convenient?" Ink Mark raised his head and turned to look at the visitor, a smile on his face. "You came first, but you didn't want to stay here. Why don't you make it easy for me?"

When he arrived, he became aware of the presence of these people. But they were apparently passers-by at the time, and they just wandered around, and in a short time they were ready to leave. And just as they were about to leave, they happened to find the figure of the ink mark, and then they came here. Although this is a blessed land, Moji has no intention of establishing a dojo here, and the reason why he says this is just idleness.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we have no intention of going against you. A woman in a goose-yellow splendid palace dress stepped forward. Hearing him say this, Houtu also guessed his thoughts, and immediately told everyone's purpose. "My brother's best supernatural power is the art of flight. Just now we found that there was a faint smell of Kunpeng on Zunjia's body, so we came to disturb him, please don't mind. ”

"What if I mind?" Ink Mark flipped his wrist and shook the Jiuxuan fan slightly, looking at Houtu playfully, thinking to himself. "These people have never appeared in Zixiao Palace, and naturally they have not heard Hongjun Ancestor preach, but their Taoism is profound, and it is not much worse than mine. I wonder when such power came out in the midst of the desolation?"

"This ······" Houtu was stunned, and he didn't know what to say for a while. Their move is indeed a bit Meng Lang, if the ink marks really want to care, then it is really difficult to say anything. What's more, the folding fan in his hand seems to be an innate magic weapon, and it is obviously a tricky role.

"Sir, don't embarrass my sister. It's a little wrong for us to do this, and my sister apologized to you before, so with your character, you shouldn't care about this. Jiufeng was stunned on the spot when he saw Houtu, and couldn't help but step forward.

"It turns out that they still have such a relationship, and it is really unusual. The ink mark poured the Jiuxuan fan towards him slightly, seemingly fanning the wind gently, but in fact he was watching something carefully. Under the exertion of supernatural powers, there is a faint flow of brilliance on the fan surface, presenting endless images, which is the groundbreaking scene of the past. After looking at it in an instant, the ink mark gently waved the folding fan and smiled: "I don't care, but it's hard for others to say, it's best not to do this in the future." If there's anything, just say it. ”

"Your Excellency is a man of temperament, and I won't sell it anymore. The red-clothed man who called himself Dijiang arched his hand. "We've traveled to Beihai before, and we've seen the Kunpeng clan's magical powers, and it's really mysterious. It's a pity that their Taoism is generally not very high, and I can't go and ask for advice. I am fortunate to have this time, and I would like to ask for my advice. ”

"How do you compare?"

"It's up to whomever is fast. ”

"Fellow Daoist, please. Ink Mark waved his hand slightly, signaling Di Jiang to go first.

"Then I'm welcome!" Di Jiang pressed the excitement in his heart, and immediately turned into his original body in the air, which was a supernatural beast. Its shape is like a yellow sac, red like a fire, six legs and four wings, Hun Dun has no face, and the wings are slapped violently, and then they turn into a streamer and go away.

"It's extraordinary to have such courage. Mo Ji put away the folding fan in his hand, and without saying much, he immediately turned into the Kunpeng Law Phase, which was a few miles from the sand of the Ganges River, which was slightly larger than the real body of Emperor Jiang. The wings on his back flapped slightly, and he swayed straight into the sky.

"Sojourn in a quiet place, silent and lonely. The wandering bird is alone, and the sky is in the sky. Seeing that the momentum of the ink marks was still three points better than that of Emperor Jiang, and Candle Jiuyin, who ranked second among the people, was also amazed. "If Brother Moji Dao is in the North Sea, why is the Kunpeng family afraid of the Dragon Clan?"

"Kunpeng is not a race, and he should not be interested in these. Xuan Ming shook his head. Among the sisters, she is the most lonely, but she is somewhat similar to the ink marks of her free personality.

In the endless sky, two streamers, one red and one green, went hand in hand. Although Di Jiang took the first step, he was a little curious about the magic of ink marks, but as soon as he turned around, he saw a flash of brilliance around him, but he was overtaken. At the moment, he didn't dare to think about it, so he hurriedly used the method of walking through the clouds and the wind that he had created at the beginning, and rushed all the way to the ink marks. And the ink mark was not busy, he waited for a while, until he caught up, and then he raised Tianpeng vertically and horizontally, still keeping pace with it.

"This Tianpeng vertical and horizontal technique is really mysterious, Kunpeng is famous for this, and his real name is well deserved!" Di Jiang couldn't help but admire when he saw that the ink marks were so magical. In the same realm, in the art of flying away, he had never seen anything comparable to himself. But although the ink mark is higher than him, he can only show that he is equal to himself, obviously he has reservations, and he is unwilling to defeat him with his realm.

"So, you better do your best. Otherwise, I wouldn't be interested. Ink Mark smiled, still unconcerned. He could see that Di Jiang's methods were by no means limited to this.

"Okay, then it's ugly. Brother Mojidao, this is my unique supernatural power, the end of the world is at hand!"