The high priest of the Wu clan plus eleven ancestral witches, such a killing situation, looking at the world, I am afraid that no one has ever faced it, even the Dao Ancestor three thousand six hundred years ago has never experienced it.

Looking around, there was no one on Wudao except for the thirteen people who were about to start a war.

When Zhaoming entered the stone house, the killing game was already arranged. Dijiang went to Kunlun Mountain to recruit people, and other Wu clans also evacuated Wu Island one after another.

The name of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi is too loud, even if it is such a strong killing game, no one can predict what the battle will be like in the end.

"Haha!

A burst of laughter sounded on Witch Island, and the laughter was actually Zhaoming himself. Faced with this killing situation that seemed to others to be fatal, his heart was inexplicably calm.

"At this time, I can still laugh, and I can't be more crazy than Zhaoming!" said Candle Jiuyin lightly.

The twelve ancestors each possessed a kind of supernatural power, and the supernatural power he mastered was not only peculiar, but also against the sky. The power of time, notorious. If it weren't for the fact that he was only in the realm of the Immortal King now, this supernatural power would be enough to affect the balance of heaven and earth.

He was the last of the eleven ancestral witches on the scene, and unlike the other brothers who had suffered at the hands of Zhaoming, he had never fought against Zhaoming.

At this time, in Candle Jiuyin's opinion, even if Zhaoming is known as the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, he is already a dead man.

After a burst of laughter, the corners of Zhaoming's mouth curled slightly, and he looked at the high priest of the Wu clan and said, "I think I really need to thank you, it turns out that you talked so much nonsense with me just to delay time so that you can wait for them to come, right?"

The high priest of the Wu clan said something about Pangu and the Demon Ancestor, and also said something between himself and him, which seemed to be a lot of emotion, but what he said was inexplicable. Now that I think about it, it's naturally to stall for time.

The high priest of the Wu clan did not deny it: "A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, naturally we can't let it go." ”

Zhaoming shook his head: "If you don't stand here." In the face of you, I really can't imagine that you are afraid of me. ”

In his life, he started from the witch clan and snake demon in the cabin, and then went to the jackal demon, the white jade rhino general, and the prince of Bi Fang...... and even killed the Eastern Princes in the Battle of the Five Heavens.

Different cultivators have different mortal enemies, and there are countless enemies in a lifetime. But in Zhaoming's heart, it is nothing, whenever the realm is approaching, he feels that he can fight until the final victory, even if he is as strong as the prince of the east, he can't be afraid.

But only the high priest of the Wu clan is different, this person gives him a feeling that is too unfathomable, even if he is infinitely close to the emperor at this moment, but whenever he thinks of this master of the Wu clan. The so-called first person in the flood wilderness, he can't have the slightest confidence, and he always feels that it is difficult to match.

It feels like it's jealous to say it at best, and it's fearful to say it's ugly. Although it was different from the fear of the water demon back then, he would never dare to make a move with him lightly.

It's a psychological effect, like a demon. The high priest of the Wu clan stood in front of him like a chasm, insurmountable. Zhaoming always knew that this was not a good thing, but there was no good way to deal with it.

But at this moment. He was surprised to find that it was not only he who was afraid of the other party. The other person is also afraid of himself, or the other person is much more afraid of himself than he is afraid of the other person.

The opponent of the same realm must solve it by himself, this is Zhaoming's belief that has not changed for so many years.

If it is yourself, even if you know that you may not be an opponent, you will not deliberately delay time in that indiscriminate way. He wouldn't even think of joining forces with others, or even eleven other people, to besiege the High Priest of the Wu Clan.

Even if there can be an excuse for the injury, but it is an excuse after all, and in terms of mentality, the other party has already lost.

It turned out that this gap in front of him was not as insurmountable as he imagined. Or rather, the chasm has been crossed and left behind them.

"Donghuang Taiyi, this is the end!" Di Jiang said softly.

The dignity of the Wu clan, he really didn't want to defeat the other party in this situation, but this matter was too much to do, and even the High Priest didn't care about his reputation, so he had to do so.

"Don't be so confident, I don't know how many dangerous things I've encountered in my life, but I'm still alive!"

Zhaoming raised one hand, slowly spread it flat, lit a beam of sun true fire swaying in the palm of his hand, and then looked at Di Jiang and said lightly: "What I can know is that in today's battle, if I don't die, there won't be too many things in this world for your Wu clan!"

This is arrogant, but no one can refute it. If Zhaoming can still not die under such a siege, he really can't think of anyone else who can be his opponent in the future.

"Let's get started! I can't wait!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhaoming's figure flashed, and he had already killed the high priest of the Wu clan.

The words are rampant, but there is really no bottom in my heart, such a battlefield, even if the emperor is born, he has to be afraid of a little, not to mention that he is just an immortal king.

With Dijiang and the High Priest of the Wu Clan here, fleeing for his life will only accelerate death, but it is better to do his best, if he can fight to kill the High Priest of the Wu Clan, even if he dies, he will not lose.

"Sure enough, there is no one in sight, but it's a pity that you are going to miscalculate this time!"

The high priest of the Wu clan laughed, slapped out with one palm, condensed this talisman in his palm, and shouted loudly in his mouth: "All the gods are evil, Pangu Law Seal!"

One palm was lined up on the Zhaotian Punishment Fist, and twelve strange powers broke through the air, eleven came from the eleven ancestral witches at the scene, and one came from the direction of the Panshen Valley in the distance.

There is also the twelfth ancestor who has not yet been born: Houtu.

This is a kind of magic power that only the high priest of the witch clan will have, and can use the power of the twelve ancestors and witches for his own use, turning into the power of the gods of the heavens, and forming the Pangu Law Seal, which is terrifying.

In the past, when he was in Taishan, the high priest of the Wu clan used this divine power to resist the Yin and Yang Eyes condensed by the Taishan Great Array, and the power was evident.

With a slap of the palm, twelve majestic forces surged, which was still more powerful than the Heavenly Punishment Fist.

Under the hard fight, the qi wave erupted, and the vitality of heaven and earth roared endlessly, shocking the earth, and it actually led to an immeasurable black cloud in an instant. This is not a real dark cloud, but a terrifying aura.

The hard fight between the first person and the second person in the flood wilderness was so amazing, the moment the breath exploded, the two figures retreated separately. The high priest of the Wu clan was forced to retreat, but he also succeeded in blasting Zhaoming back.

With such an opportunity, how could the eleven ancestral witches let it go, Di Jiang hurriedly, cut through the void, and instantly appeared behind Zhaoming, and before he could recover his breath, a punch was blasted out, directly hitting him in the back.

Like a meteor flying away, but before it flew far, he saw the immeasurable sharp gold qi killing, and the golden god was already waiting in front of him, turning into an overwhelming sharp gold qi and hitting Zhaoming directly.

Ten thousand swords attacked, even though they were all shattered by the body of the Supreme Treasure, but the huge attack force still knocked Zhao Ming away quickly.

The defense of the ancestral witch is already ready, and it rushes at the fastest speed from the extreme distance, like a golden stone meteor piercing the sky. The majestic momentum, like a comet hitting the sun, is terrifying.

Zhaoming was still affected by the power of the Pangu Law Seal at the moment, unable to dodge, without any suspense, and was directly hit.

"Ugh!"

Two muffled snorts sounded at the same time, and this way of fighting, like a savage beast, reached the extreme test of the physical body. Even though the extravagant corpse is known as a defense against the ancestral witch, in the face of Zhaoming's supreme treasure body, he can only bow down.

Even if such a hard fight hurt Zhaoming, he himself was quite painful.

Goodbye Tianwu, Xizi, and Qiang Liang joined forces to kill, the wind howled, lightning and thunder roared, and they merged into one place, like an endless terrifying power of destruction, frantically tearing apart Zhaoming's body.

Eleven ancestral witches, each of them is a top immortal king, if there is no treasure under the premise, everyone can fight with the three Qingdao people without falling behind.

Being repeatedly attacked by such a person, even the body of the Supreme Treasure cannot be unaffected.

Under the many attacks, a body of clothing was bombarded without leaving a single trace, only the flames were entangled, and the strong flesh was filled with thousands of ravines, a large number of cracks appeared, and blood surged.

Such a strong person is also terrifying to the ancestors, if you are someone else, how can you still have a life, and the whole world can only show it.

Flying up in the terrible energy, before it could recover, the co-workers attacked, and the hands led the torrent, like two wild dragons rushing towards Zhaoming, and in an instant they were entangled, getting tighter and tighter, and constantly compressed, like a drop in the ocean, so that they could not move.

The strong flesh was bound one by one, and the blood was squeezed out, which was shocking.

At this moment, Zhu Rong also rushed over, his hands condensed Nanming from the fire, as if the sun star slapped directly on Zhaoming's chest, and the rolling flames gushed out, which was extremely terrifying.

However, Zhaoming not only has the body of the supreme treasure, but also the body of the fire spirit. After cultivating the true fire of the sun, he is already fearless of the flames of the world.

Ren Zhurong's strength was strong, but he couldn't hurt Zhaoming in the slightest, but instead made his breath suddenly flourish, and he had already recovered from the Pangu Law Seal.

"If you want to kill me, your subordinates will be defeated, get out!"

With a loud roar, the Rin magic urged, and the rolling spiritual power came majestically, and Zhu Rong roared back.

Between the voids, a pillar of blood could be seen flying by, spitting out of Zhu Rong's mouth. At that moment just now, Zhao Ming also used the chaotic five elements divine power to disturb the other party's true qi.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, everyone else can fight with Zhaoming, only Zhu Rong is difficult to deal with, and it is even better to be restrained by Zhaoming's golden god on the five elements. The power of the Chaos Five Elements Divine Power on his restraint is too obvious.

Urge the true fire of the sun, burn the power of the water around the body, and then urge the fire escape technique, condense the power of the flame to resolve the sentence and the mystery.

Retreating slightly, Zhaoming gasped for breath and recovered slightly.

At this time, the high priest of the Wu clan also recovered from the previous aftermath, his body flashed, and he killed again.

Holding his breath, Zhaoming did not dodge or dodge, stepped on the red mang, and the flying fire meteor guided the flame to protect himself, condensing the fist of heavenly punishment and killing the past.

The high priest of the Wu clan sealed his hands, and another Pangu law seal was condensed in his hand.

Twelve powers came, and they were about to be condensed.

Suddenly, a change occurred, and the power that came from the ancestral witch soil in the direction of Panshen Valley actually disappeared out of thin air, causing the Pangu Law Seal that was about to condense to collapse in an instant. (To be continued......)