Even though there was only one person, the threat of Ke Zhaoming still had a huge weight, and it made Tianwu stop abruptly. {3.

It's not so much that he is afraid of Zhaoming, but that he is afraid of the true fire of the sun he uses. This kind of domineering flame is too strong, don't talk about others, even if the fairy king is touched, there is a great possibility that he will die.

And this damn Fire Devouring Demon also has a physical body that is unmatched in the entire cultivation world, and even if a few ancestral witches join forces, it will be difficult to hurt its roots. Once this fire-swallowing demon is out of the way, desperately attacked by a few of his own people, and walks a few times in the dense place of the Wu clan with the blazing sun true fire, there is no need to say what the result is.

That kind of killing, I'm afraid that all the ancestors and witches have to join forces to compare.

"If you want to stop my demon army, kill me first!" Zhaoming looked at several ancestral witches with a solemn face and said loudly: "I don't want to repeat such words again, say it one last time." If you kill one of my demon clan today, I will kill ten and return it. ”

Holding his chest high, the Rin Divine Technique urged, and a heavy fluctuation of spiritual power was like a violent storm and rushed away in all directions.

The Wu clan has no primordial spirit, which makes the spiritual power relatively poor, even if it is a strong ancestor witch, he also feels a burst of agitation at this moment. The demon army felt inexplicably excited, and looked at Zhaoming's figure and almost couldn't help but kneel on the ground.

"The army marches and exits!"

Zhao Ming shouted, although these demon clans were not his subordinates, but the moment the voice fell, all the demon clans couldn't help but move. Even if there were six ancestral witches in front of them, they couldn't be afraid.

Under the influence of Rin's divine technique, at this moment, they were extremely convinced that the majestic figure was all acting in the direction of Buzhou Mountain.

"Ahh

The co-worker was furious, and with a three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, the rolling waves galloped in, and he was about to turn into a stormy wave and kill the army.

Zhao Mingang stood aside. There was no intention of making a move, with a cold light in his eyes, he looked at Gonggong from a distance, as if he was waiting for him to make a move.

Seeing that the stormy waves were about to melt out, suddenly a hand stretched out next to him to pull the co-worker, which was not a clear statement. It's the Dijiang.

Shaking his head, Di Jiang sighed slightly: "Let them go!"

"Big brother!" Gonggong's eyes flashed, and he was extremely unwilling.

Di Jiang sighed: "Over the years, the children of my Wu clan have suffered heavy casualties, if it is not necessary, it can no longer be lightly destroyed!"

The Wu clan has always been brave and impulsive, if it is not for the real killing frightened, the slightest instigation, will rush forward. Not only ordinary witches, but even great witches and ancestral witches are no exception.

But Dijiang is different. Comparatively speaking, he is more rational. The Wu clan is indeed strong, and its strength is stronger than it used to be, but it is undeniable that the population of the Wu clan has declined significantly, and it is quite strict.

The confrontation with the immortal clan for thousands of years, the heavenly realm twice conquered the demon clan, preventing the immortal clan from relieving Nuwa. In several major battles, the Wu clan suffered heavy casualties.

Especially the two Heavenly Realm conquests of the demon clan. The number of casualties is so great that each time is enough to be equal to the total number of casualties in these thousands of years.

Today's population of the Wu clan is less than three percent of what it was in its heyday, and even the Wu clan, known as the first clan of the flood wilderness, can hardly bear such casualties.

Behind the seemingly beautiful scenery, in fact, there are already hidden dangers.

The strength of any race cannot only look at one or two people, and there are extremely strong people at the same time. It also needs to have a large population base in order to maintain the vigorous vitality of a race.

If the Wu clan continues to be killed and injured like in the past hundred years, I am afraid that even if the immortal clan and the demon clan do not fight, they can only shrink the defense line and give up a large area of land to others.

At this moment, it is not that Dijiang is really afraid of Zhaoming. It's that the Witch Clan needs to recuperate too much.

The fire-swallowing demon in front of him is no longer the soft persimmon that the person had mastered once upon a time, this is a storage zài that can kill the prince of the east and defeat the Sanqing Daoist.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches have not yet arrived, and under the premise that the high priest of the Wu Clan does not make a move, it is difficult for Di Jiang to imagine what kind of price the Wu Clan will have to pay if he wants to kill such a strong man.

Faced with this Eastern Emperor Taiyi, he had no choice but to compromise.

Dijiang's concession has made the morale of the demon army even higher, and after so many years, how could he have raised his eyebrows like this. The momentum of progress suddenly became like a river rushing, out of control.

When the demon army entered the Great 6 of the Flood Wilderness, Zhaoming flicked his hand, recalled the Chaos Bell, and followed behind the army with Xue Yuhua. I didn't look at a few ancestors again, and I turned a blind eye.

"Big Brother ......"

Gonggong's fists were clenched, his green tendons were churning, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were about to be cracked. It's not just him, it's the other ancestors. Six people, but a fire devouring demon threatened, a great shame.

Di Jiang held down the co-worker, looked at Zhaoming's distant back, took a breath, and then said slowly: "Don't care about the temporary honor and disgrace, when my brother arrives, the high priest will finish healing." Don't say that one Eastern Emperor Taiyi, even if the immortal clan and the demon clan join forces, we can all take it. ”

"It won't take much time!"

One sentence made several ancestors sigh often, and their anger was a little slackened.

Leading the army through the True Dragon Territory, how can such a movement not make people appear.

Countless Wu clans were filled with righteous indignation, wondering why the immortal king powerhouse in the clan didn't make a move to block it, but after feeling Zhaoming's terrifying aura, they all gritted their teeth angrily and chose to retreat.

With such a movement, even the immortal clan was alarmed. While countless people were stunned by Zhaoming's crazy behavior, they were also throbbing because of their strength.

The Mo Daowu clan is brave and martial, and thousands of troops avoid the Eastern Emperor.

In just a few days, this sentence was spread by the immortal clan, and everyone already felt that like the Dao Ancestor Hongjun three thousand six hundred years ago, there was another legendary powerhouse on the rise.

Maybe it won't be too long, and this Fire Devouring Demon will break the legend and surpass all the powerhouses in the cultivation world today.

The three Qingdao people were defeated, and the Eastern Princes were also killed, and the only one who could stop the Eastern Emperor Taiyi was probably the first person in the Flood Wilderness who was healing on Wudao.

Once upon a time, the immortal monks hated the high priest of the witch clan, but now they have an indescribable eagerness for his reappearance.

The enemy of the enemy is the friend, perhaps, exactly.

While the world was lamenting for Zhaoming's deeds, there was earth-shattering news spreading.

Blood Shura entered the South China Sea to kill the Quartet, and in ten days, he killed the two great immortal kings of the South China Sea in a row, killing thousands of miles in blood, and almost uprooting the forces under the command of the two immortal kings.

In ten days, the sea of blood was monstrous, and in the blue South China Sea, a huge blood spot appeared, covering nearly two percent of the sea of blood. The entire Nanhai monks looked panicked when they heard the word Shura, and their souls were not possessed.

Such a result caused the entire South China Sea balance to collapse, and no one dared to stop and intercept the demon clan.

There was a huge vacuum in power, and all forces had no intention of continuing to cling to the departure of the demon clan, and began to compete for power and strengthen themselves.

At this time, Zhaoming did not return to the heavenly realm with the army, but came to the Colosseum.

Didn't say too much nonsense, and didn't say anything harsh. The sun was blazing brightly, lighting up the sky. Even if there is no Kongtong seal, the formation of the high priest of the Wu clan can't withstand this domineering flame.

Under the endless flames, this landmark building of the Wu Clan, which represented the shame of the Demon Clan and was rebuilt after being destroyed by Zhaoming, was finally completely burned down.

How many witch clans were killed and injured, Zhaoming didn't have the heart to calculate, but rushed straight to the demon garden.

If it is said that Zhaoming wants to destroy the place the most, the Colosseum can only be ranked second, and the Demon Garden is the first.

The place where Ah Cao was buried is not only a shame for the demon clan, but also the source of Zhaoming's biggest regret in this life.

"Zhaoming, don't deceive people too much!"

Zhu Rong, who happened to arrive at the Demon Garden, watched Zhaoming grit his teeth and let the demon clan army pass through the True Dragon Territory, which was already a big loss of face for the Wu Clan, and he didn't expect the other party to make a big fuss in Phoenix Ridge.

Hearing this, Zhaoming laughed: "It's too much to deceive people...... Zhu Rong, are the Wu clans as brainless as you?"

Looking at Zhu Rong's gaze, with terrible killing intent, Zhaoming shouted and asked: "If I make a place on Buzhou Mountain, captive your millions of witch clans, and treat them like animals, what should you do with your witch clan? Who is deceiving people too much, you can think clearly." ”

Before the words fell, the true fire of the sun had already turned into a wild wave and roared, burning from all directions.

"Ahh

Zhu Rong roared angrily, urging Nan Ming to rush away from the fire.

No matter how angry he is at the moment, he can't change the fact that there is a gap in strength. In the past, Zhao Ming could easily defeat him with no more than Yin Yang Xuanhuo, let alone at this time.

Under the true fire of the sun, he didn't even use the Chaos Five Elements Technique, but in a moment, Zhu Rong fled here with serious injuries.

There was no pursuit, and a few fights made Zhaoming show something that could not be changed.

Even though he could already defeat any of the Ancestral Witches, it was difficult to kill them. This group of guys who have obtained the power of Pangu's bloodline also seem to have been blessed by Pangu, and there is a powerful force in their bodies that can always save them at critical moments.

A fire burned the demon garden to the ground.

In the place where Ah Cao was buried in the past, with tears in his eyes, he collected a handful of grass and wood ashes, packed it in a brocade bag, and put it in his heart. It seems that a wisp of soul that fell here in the past has been rediscovered, and he suddenly has an indescribable sense of belonging and steadfastness.

Leaving the Demon Garden, I went to Qingqiu again.

There is more than enough grass here, and it may be the hometown that Ah Cao saw in his dreams.

Perhaps Dijiang had already expected that Zhaoming would come here, so he transferred all the Wu clans here early, leaving only an empty mountain.

There was no memorial, and there was no too much remembrance, Zhaoming turned into the body of the heavens and the earth, and with great strength, pulled the entire green hill out of the earth, put it on his head, and took it to Abbot Island.

Placed Qingqiu in front of the green hill where Ah Cao was buried, right in front of her grave.

"Ah Cao, the soul is back!"

Su Zhi shouted loudly and sprinkled the ashes of the plants and trees brought back by Zhaoming on the grave.

"Mother, I brought you back Qingqiu, the grass on it is already green, you can come back and take a look!"

Zhaoming also knelt in front of the grave and cried loudly.

Xue Yuhua watched quietly from the side, seemingly calm, but the light in her eyes and her clenched fists showed the waves in her heart. (To be continued!)

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