With a slap of his palm, the flame of destruction instantly submerged the prison of heaven that shrouded the high priest of the Wu clan.

The golden flames were surging, like a fierce beast that chose people to devour, and it was extremely terrifying.

"Ahh

The high priest of the Wu clan shouted, and eight stars appeared beside him, the Big Dipper and the Emperor Star Crape Myrtle, turning into the light of the Big Dipper Crape Myrtle, forming a large array, struggling to resist the flames.

Even if he is as capable as him, when he reaches out and is seriously injured, he can't help but bow his head. A cold sweat on his face, strict and cold.

I'm afraid that the supernatural powers are so vast that he didn't expect that Zhaoming in this situation could still exert such combat power, which is appalling. With that grim face, I don't know if I have regretted making this decision.

"Stop!"

Di Jiang roared and joined forces with other ancestral witches to kill. They didn't expect that Zhaoming, who thought he would die, would actually come back to life, and they didn't expect that without the high priest of the Wu clan as the main combat force, the eleven ancestral witches would join forces and collapse the army.

In the face of the eleven ancestral witches joining forces, this time Zhao Ming did not have the slightest idea of dodging, and pressed on the Beidou crape myrtle formation with one hand, constantly urging the true qi, making the flames stronger and stronger, more and more terrifying.

When the eleven ancestral witches were about to approach, only a "boom" was heard, and the Flying Fire Meteor circled, guiding the golden Destruction Sun True Fire to turn into a flame storm, wrapping this side of the battlefield tightly.

"Damn it!"

Di Jiang roared fiercely, and joined forces with the other brothers to do it, but there was nothing he could do. This is a terrifying flame that can be burned and annihilated even by the water of the ruins, how can it be easily cracked.

In the face of the furious destruction of the Sun True Fire, the light of the Big Dipper Crape Myrtle Array became fainter and fainter, and it was on the verge of bursting. Under the hard support, it is already difficult to return to the sky.

"Zhao ...... Ming ...... "At this moment, the high priest of the witch clan seemed to want to say something, but he was shrouded in huge pressure. It was difficult to speak, and he forcibly held back the other words.

Zhaoming's eyes widened, and waves of true qi pressed towards the high priest of the witch clan, making the flames even stronger.

Too many things had affected his mind, and his heart was filled with rage. This moment. His heart was full of killing intent, or he wanted to find an outlet to vent the depression in his heart.

And the high priest of the witch clan is the best outlet for that.

"Die, give me death!"

He roared in a low voice, as if tearing the enemy apart in his heart, and the high priest of the Wu clan naturally became the source of anger in his heart.

This one of the high priests of the Wu clan was suppressed, and the eleven ancestral witches could not break the destruction of the true fire of the sun, and all of them had become settled, and no one could resist them.

The Eastern Emperor Taiyi has proved to his enemies with his domineering strength: the first person in the wilderness. Since then, it has changed people.

"Don't, don't fight!"

A heart sound appeared in Zhaoming's heart, from the Houtu statue beside him. The familiar voice had made him extremely warm, but now it was a chill that could only make him feel fear.

How to be good, how to be good, constantly shouting in my heart, extremely contradictory.

At this moment, the injuries in the body of the high priest of the witch clan have been fully triggered. It's hard to continue, as long as you hold on for a few more breaths. The strongest fighting power of the Wu clan will be a thing of the past. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and if you miss this time, the next time you will face may be the high priest of the witch clan in its heyday.

But he couldn't ignore the shouts of the familiar voice, and it was even more difficult to disobey her.

What should I do...... Suddenly, in my heart, I remembered the words that the Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable said when he was leaving.

"Fuxi. Woe to you, woe to you, blessing to you. There are some things that no one knows whether it is a blessing or a curse until the last moment. ”

"Leave a silver lining in everything. I'd love to see you in the future. You have to remember not to be too desperate in everything. ”

I couldn't understand this sentence, but only now did I understand it. Blessings, woes, woes, blessings, until the end, it is really inconclusive.

If there was a chance to kill the high priest of the witch clan, Zhaoming would not hesitate at all. My own voice, an era of the demon clan, the tragedy comes from the Wu clan, and it comes from the controller of this Wu clan. If you can kill him, it will not only help the demon clan, but also take revenge.

But whether killing the high priest of the witch clan at this moment is a blessing or a curse, Zhaoming is inconclusive.

This is the messenger of Pangu in the heart of the Wu clan, killing him means that there is no chance to turn around, and the Wu clan and the demon clan will become the real enemies of the heavens, and they will never die.

In these chaotic times, it may be nothing to two opposing races, but it can be ......

Zhao Ming was at a loss, he didn't want that result, and he could even say that he was afraid of that result.

It turns out that fear does not have to come from a strong opponent, but also from an irresistible tide of the times.

"Don't fight, don't!"

The voice was still calling, so eager, desperately wanting Zhaoming to leave.

But how can you let go of such an opportunity...... Zhaoming gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and a stream of true qi condensed in the meridians, and after a little hesitation, he finally forced his arm.

The true fire of the ruined sun in the palm of his hand instantly became more brilliant, surging wildly, and other words were scorching.

"Ahh

Two painful roars sounded at the same time, the chief priest of the Wu clan roared, the Beidou crape myrtle formation shattered, and the true fire of the ruining sun gushed down, and the furious fire of destroying miè instantly drowned the high priest of the Wu clan who was seriously injured. In the screams, the leader of the strong man who had been in the wilderness for more than 3,600 years has since become a thing of the past.

Another roar of pain came from Zhaoming, who had killed the demon clan's great enemy and seemed to bury his own happiness. What the future holds, he no longer dares to imagine.

Like a wounded lone wolf squatting on the top of Aoxue Mountain, he looked up to the sky and howled at the bright moon. Even though there is some cold arrogance, it is impossible to return to a warm place.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Endless flames rose into the sky, and the veins of fire in the ground were aroused by this furious consciousness, and all of them vented out. The entire island turned into lava and slowly sank to the bottom of the sea.

The holy land of the Wu clan, which moved the world, became a thing of the past in an instant, that vast land disappeared, embers spread on the sea, and on the vast sea, only the lonely statue of the earth was left.

On that beautiful face, two stone tears rolled down and condensed on the face, but there were no tears when I wanted to cry.

"High Priestess!"

Di Jiang roared angrily, he had thought about many endings, including that Donghuang Taiyi had an unimaginable vitality as always, and escaped with serious injuries, but he never thought that it would be such a consequence.

With the strongest combat power in the whole clan, the high priest and his eleven brothers were killed, but in the end, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi was unharmed, and the high priest of the Wu clan was killed by the other party in front of his eleven brothers.

This is not only painful, but also a shame, a great shame.

"Ahh

Everyone roared in rage and rushed towards Zhaoming desperately.

"Ahh

Zhaoming also roared, and the Rin Divine Technique was urged to the extreme by the painful howl, and a storm of spiritual power was like a mighty sky, impacting the Quartet.

At this moment, Zhaoming's Rin Divine Technique reached the strongest moment in this life, and it was dominated by madness, and it was difficult to control it.

In the face of this terrifying storm of spiritual power, even the ancestral witch could not be spared, although it would not lose its combat effectiveness or consciousness in an instant, but it was also lost for a long time. When he came to his senses again, he found that the arrogant figure of the flame had disappeared without a trace.

Zhaoming fled, not to the eleven ancestral witches, but to himself.

The power of destroying Miè Sun's True Fire exceeded everyone's expectations, including himself. The kind of hegemonic power that can offset the water of returning to the ruins cannot be broken even if the eleven ancestors and witches join forces, even if it is the ripples of the world of Candle Nine Yin, it can only become firewood.

If he continues to fight, Zhaoming is inherently undefeated, and Zu Wu may fall at any time.

But Zhaoming couldn't fight, or didn't dare to fight. The future has gone crazy, leaving him with no master.

At this moment, he just wanted to get out of here, leave that statue, and immediately this sea of fire that he had created himself. It was so turbulent, so terrible, it burned others, and it also burned itself.

He was hesitating, he was at a loss, and the lonely statue in the sea was like a demon constantly flashing in his heart, which was maddening.

Rushed out of Wudao with the technique of fire escape, under the madness, the speed was unbelievably fast, like a wounded beast, panicked, did not return to the Flood Continent, but rushed directly towards the direction of the South China Sea.

The breath of madness is like a galaxy spreading, rushing up to the nine heavens and down into the nine abysses, stirring the waves of the sea.

The figure of a mad demon is like the punishment of heaven and earth, and there is nothing to stop it wherever it passes. Desert island, sea beast ...... All the qiē disappeared into the world in an instant, and not even the ashes remained.

Even the sea surface was burned out of a drop of tens of thousands of meters, and it was not until after leaving that the sea water made up for it.

Between the ups and downs, it turned into a monstrous tsunami 10,000 meters high, surging towards the desolate continent that went all the way, so that the immortals along the coast of Kunlun Wonderland didn't know what was going on, and they all flew towards the deep sea, wanting to see the situation.

After getting closer and feeling Zhaoming's violent aura, their faces changed drastically, and they fled towards the Kunlun Immortal Realm with all their might.

The demon came out of the Eastern Emperor, unparalleled in the world, the Eastern Princes were killed, the Sanqing Daoists were expelled, under the name of Hehewei, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who dared to stop it.

I don't understand how the breath of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi could become so violent, but the immortals along the way are all glad that this fierce god did not come to the Kunlun Immortal Realm, but ran all the way into the South China Sea.

The former site of Wudao.

Di Jiang looked at the qi in front of him, and his face was already like ashes.

The high priest of the Wu clan is dead, but the perpetrator is gone, there is no impermeable wall in the world, and the things here will soon spread all over the world, and the Eastern Emperor Taiyi will definitely shock the world, and the Wu clan will lose face.

"Damn, kill, kill the heavenly court, kill the light demon clan!" Candle Jiuyin roared loudly, and was about to head towards Buzhou Mountain.

"Stop!"

Di Jiang shouted to him, didn't explain anything, just walked to the Houtu statue, looked up, and asked in a deep voice, "Why!"

There was no answer, only two stone tears rolled down and sank into the sea. (To be continued......)