Seeking the Way in the Wilderness is Stone

Chapter 322
"Xuanming! I can tell you clearly that I, Hongjun, treat witches and demons equally, and I will not deliberately show favoritism."

"As for the things you said, everything is just the fate of the Heavenly Dao."

Hongjun looked at the group of ancestral witches with a somewhat ugly expression on his face.

Hongjun didn't expect that because the witch clan didn't recognize him as the ancestor of Taoism, his luck would show signs of instability, which shocked Hongjun extremely.

If it weren't for the many spiritual treasures in Hongjun's hands that suppress luck, as well as the endless merits of heaven and earth, maybe he really answered the words of the witch clan and became the ancestor of the monster clan.

The difference between Dao ancestor and Yaozu's Dao ancestor is too great.

Even though Hongjun had a little love for the Wu Clan, he became a little annoyed under the pressure of the Wu Clan.

"Fate track? Ha ha! If you Hongjun don't come, what fate track will there be!"

"What? You Hongjun also feel that what you did is very wrong, right? You feel extremely ashamed, so you can only shirk all this to the so-called trajectory of fate."

Gou Mang, who was kneeling on the ground, glared at Hong Jun and spoke word by word.

The irony is obvious.

"Presumptuous! Do you really think I am Hongjun and dare not kill you?"

At this time, Hongjun was really angry, and he was really angry with these ancestral witches and witch monks.

His Hongjun wasn't made of clay figurines, so why should he suffer from such a useless attitude.

This is why he is special now, if it was some time in the morning, he would have killed Hongjun long ago, how could he be such a mother-in-law.

Do you really think that he, the god and demon of the ancient world, has no temper?

Thinking this way, Hongjun pointed at the Pangu banner, and when the Pangu banner swayed slightly, countless chaotic sword qi burst out, turned into sword rain, and fell towards Zuwu and Wu Yuzhi's monks.

"Ah...ah..."

A group of ancestral witches and monks of the witch clan screamed in pain under the rain of swords.

Looking again, the ancestor witches and monk monks of the Wu tribe had countless small and dense wounds on their bodies, and the blood continued to flow down. In just a few breaths, there was a tendency to dye the entire top of Buzhou mountain red.

Looking at such a scene, Hongjun's anger gradually calmed down a little.

At the same time, a look of unbearable flashed in Hongjun's eyes, but only for a moment, the unbearable look disappeared in Hongjun.

Hongjun knew that if he didn't use some tough measures today, not only would the witch clan not retreat, but his majesty as a saint would no longer exist because of this matter, so he could only be tough to the end.

"This time, it is only a small punishment. If you are still so rude, you will be severely punished."

Hongjun looked at the bleeding Wu Clan, and the voice of indifference resounded on the top of Buzhou Mountain.

The power of the Pangu Banner is naturally not that simple. If Hongjun hadn't deliberately suppressed the strength, all the ancestor witches and all the monks of the Wu clan would have disappeared on the top of Buzhou Mountain.

"Hahaha...cough cough...haha...cough cough..."

Jumang, Rushou, Zhujiuyin, Zhurong, Gonggong, Qiangliang, Tianwu, Xizi, Shebishi, Xuanming, these ancestral witches looked at Hongjun with an indifferent face, while enduring the pain in his body. In great pain, he laughed out loud.

Xuanming, who laughed for a long time, looked at Hongjun with disdain, endured the pain, and said sarcastically, "Hongjun! You finally showed your true colors."

"Okay! Do you want to kill our ancestor witches? Yes! You are amazing, we are not your opponents, you can kill us all."

"Don't you Hongjun want to punish severely? Yes! I am a good son of the Wu clan, right here, let you severely punish him, look at my son of the Wu clan, will you frown?"

"Your son of the Wu clan, you will never frown!" Xing Tian looked at Hongjun, showing his fighting spirit, and shouted loudly in pain.

"Son of the Wu clan, you will never frown..."

Millions of Wu Clan monks shouted in unison, showing the supreme prestige of the Wu Clan.

"Heaven belongs to the monster clan, and the witch clan is not allowed to snatch it, can you agree?" Hong Jun asked indifferently regardless of the supreme prestige of the witch clan.

"No, Heavenly Court belongs to my witch clan!" A group of ancestor witches looked at Hongjun and replied calmly.

"No! Heaven belongs to my Wu Clan!" Millions of Wu Clan monks shouted in unison.

"Hongjun thief! If you don't kill us today, then you are nothing more than a saint!
"If you don't kill us, your name of Hongjun as a thief, your name as the ancestor of the demon clan, will be widely spread in the prehistoric world, hahaha..."

Xuan Ming looked at Hong Jun with disdain, and laughed out loud again.

"Hey! Are all the witches so stubborn?" Xuan Hun looked at the group of ancestor witches and shook his head helplessly.

Xuanhun doesn't know how he feels about this witch clan now.

Is it annoyed?Is it admiration?Convinced?Or call it stupid?He couldn't fully explain these things.

"Maybe this is the unique Wu clan, the unique ancestor witch of the Wu clan!"

The ancestral witches on the top of Xuanhun Buzhou Mountain, as well as the millions of monks of the Wu clan, thought to themselves.

"Fellow Daoist Xuanhun, I can't help it, I can only force it, otherwise, I don't know what will happen in the future!"

Just when Xuanhun was thinking this way, Hongjun's sound transmission with a little anger came into Xuanhun's ears.

"It is necessary to suppress! Otherwise, the dignity of you, the number one saint in the prehistoric world, will probably drop a lot." Xuan Hun agreed after hearing Hong Jun's voice transmission.

The saint regards all living beings as ants, he is not joking.

It is absolutely unacceptable for a saint, no matter what the reason, to be insulted like this.

If you don't use some means, how can the majesty of the saint exist!
"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, judging from the momentum of the witch clan, I'm afraid the effect of coercion will not be very good. Do you have a countermeasure?" Xuan Hun felt the unyielding momentum of the witch clan, and also felt a little bit suffocated for Hongjun. Bend.

"What else can I do! Extermination is definitely not an option! It won't be a big deal for others to kill the Wu Clan, but if I, a righteous person, kill the Wu Clan, it will definitely not work."

"Fellow Daoist Xuanhun also saw the Pangu's luck method before. Its influence on the way of heaven is really too great, so I can't kill the witch clan."

"Then what do you want to do?" Xuan Hun nodded slightly after listening to Hongjun's voice transmission, and asked again via voice transmission.

Xuanhun also knew that because of the fact that Hongjun was in harmony with the Dao, although he had many conveniences, he was somewhat restrained because of this. This was one of the constraints that he could not directly attack Pangu's blood.

Otherwise, there would be no reason for these witches to be noisy, Hongjun would have killed them long ago.

"After 1000 years of severe punishment, all of them will be knocked unconscious, and then fellow daoists will reappear. I don't know what will happen to the friendship?"

"You just said that you want me to clean up the mess for you, so why are you talking so grandly!" Xuan Hun was a little speechless after hearing Hongjun's voice transmission.

"Fellow Daoist Xuanhun, if it weren't for the mess you made, how could I be in this mess! Tracing back to the source, all these causes and effects are still here with Fellow Daoist."

After hearing Hongjun's complaining words, Xuan Hun also knew that he was wronged, so he said to Hongjun via voice transmission: "Then follow your plan!"

"Good!" Hongjun's voice transmission revealed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)