Seeking the Way in the Wilderness is Stone

Chapter 323 Anger and Aggrieved Spiritual Backbone

Feeling Hongjun's breath of relief, Xuanhun smiled and shook his head.

Xuanhun knew that Hongjun really had a hard time riding a tiger this time.

It's sad enough to be contradicted by a bunch of juniors and not be able to step down.

Thinking this way, Xuanhun continued to watch the development of the matter.

"Hmph! If you disrespect the saints of heaven and earth, you should be severely punished!"

Following Hongjun's cold snort, the Pangu flag moved again, and endless chaotic sword gas turned into rain, pouring down on a group of ancestral witches and witch monks.

"Ah...ah..."

The sword rain drenched the body, and the ancestral witch and the monks of the witch clan cried out in pain.

The blood continued to flow, gradually staining the ground red.

"Hongjun thief way! Cough...you are the ancestor of the demon clan...cough...you must not be the ancestor of the prehistoric creatures...cough...hehe...cough...haha..."

Jumang, Rushou, Zhu Jiuyin, Zhu Rong, Gonggong, Qiangliang, Tianwu, Xizi, Shebishi, and Xuanming, these ten ancestral witches, while bearing the severe punishment of Hongjun, looked at Hongjun, They all have an unyielding and fearless expression on their faces.

Although they were in great pain under the rain of swords, their fearlessness and fearlessness became more and more determined.

"kill……"

A group of ancestral witches actually endured the pain and uttered the sound of killing and attacking Hongjun, and forcibly used the secret arts of the witch clan to kill and attack Hongjun.

"kill……"

The great witch Xingtian led a million monks of the witch tribe, and at the same time performed the secret arts of the witch tribe, gathered the unyielding will of the witch tribe, formed a turbid evil dragon, and rushed towards Hongjun.

"presumptuous!"

Seeing this scene, Hongjun was really furious.

If you scold him, you can scold him, but you actually started to make a move. You really didn't take him as a saint seriously!

"The witch clan is arrogant, disrespecting the saints of heaven and earth, and should be punished by the thousand-year sword rain!"

As Hongjun's indifferent and ruthless words resounded on the top of Buzhou Mountain, the attacking methods of Zuwu and Wuzu disappeared into nothingness in an instant.

Then, the Pangu flag moved in response to the sound, and endless chaotic sword energy fell, forming a sword energy prison, enclosing all the ancestor witches and all the monks of the witch clan in the prison.

Looking at the Pangu banner again, the banner kept agitating, and endless chaotic sword energy fell again, turning into sword rain, pouring down continuously, falling into the prison, and severely punishing the witch clan.

All of a sudden, the screams from the top of Buzhou Mountain can be heard endlessly.

Because Hongjun had endured all the ancestral witches and monks of the witch clan for a long time, so Hongjun also moved some hands and feet in this severe punishment.

Hongjun not only displayed his supernatural powers, but also strengthened the pain perception of the ancestral witch and the monks of the witch clan.

He also performed a healing supernatural power, so that they could not die, and their minds would always be awake, and they would not be in a coma.

So it can be seen that the endless sword rain hits the body, the ancestral witch and the witch monks screamed continuously, and then the body recovered, and the sword rain hit the body again, and screamed again.

This cycle continues for thousands of years.

"Dao Zun! The fearless and fearless spirit of the witch clan is really terrifying! For a whole 1000 years, I screamed and cursed, and never stopped. I, Hongyun, really have nothing to say, only convinced."

Hong Yun sighed as he looked at the members of the Wu clan who were still being tortured.

"This kind of spirit of the witch clan is rare in the prehistoric world! It should be the spiritual backbone of the prehistoric creatures."

Seeing the ancestor witches and witch monks who were still screaming, but still scolding Hongjun, Xuanhun felt a lot of emotion.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, it's almost done, it's useless to go any further, forget it." After Xuan Hun sighed, he said to Hongjun via voice transmission.

"I'm so mad, this... this... this is a bunch of stubborn savages, it's really unreasonable!"

Xuan Hun felt the anger in Hongjun's voice transmission, and felt aggrieved again for his friend.

In the past 1000 years, although the people of the Wu clan were in great pain, Hongjun was also very suffocated.

A dignified saint on the first day was scolded by a group of juniors for 1000 years, who can stand it!

This meant that Hongjun was restrained, otherwise, he would have committed extermination long ago.

"Okay, just calm down! No matter how you say it, there is a reason for the witch clan to scold you." Xuan Hun said with a voice transmission to Hongjun with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Xuanhun, what do you call that? What does it have to do with me, Hongjun! It's the way of heaven that favors the witch clan, not me, Hongjun."

After hearing Xuanhun's words, Hongjun couldn't help venting his anger and frustration.

"All right! All right! All right! Fellow Daoist Hongjun is right! You, Hongjun, are all right, and this witch clan is all wrong, okay?" Xuan Hun said angrily to Hongjun through sound transmission.

"Well, although I, Hongjun, are right, not all the people of the witch clan are wrong. At least this kind of spirit is commendable!" There is no emotion of any kind.

"Then fellow daoist, prepare the final plan! Leave the rest to me!" Xuan Hun said to Hongjun with a smile after hearing what Hongjun said.

"good!"

After Hongjun nodded slightly to transmit the sound, he pointed at the Pangu Banner. The Pangu Banner's face moved slightly, and endless sword rain fell again, seriously injuring the members of the Wu Clan.

This time, there is no magical power to heal wounds, so all the ancestral witches and monks of the witch clan were seriously injured and limp on the ground.

Then Hongjun flicked his sleeves, retracted the Pangu banner, and scattered the sword energy to imprison him.

Then, Hongjun said: "The Heavenly Court belongs to the demon clan, this is the destiny, and it cannot be violated."

"I have thanked Daozu for his gift."

Dijun and Donghuangtai looked at each other, with ecstatic expressions on their faces, and they bowed to Hongjun together with the people of the monster clan.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, for the past 1000 years, can be said to have kept their own place. They didn't say a word, they just watched quietly from the sidelines.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were absolutely shocked to see the indomitableness of the Wu Clan these years.

At the same time, the two were also extremely worried. They were really afraid that Hongjun would just give up the Heavenly Court to the Wu Clan when he saw that the Wu Clan was so unyielding.

The previous joy of their Yaozu was a bit too ridiculous.

But now that the two of them heard Hongjun's final words of determination, a hanging stone in their hearts finally fell.

"Fuxi, Nuwa; please abide by the decree of the Taoist ancestor!"

After hearing Hongjun's decisive words, Fuxi and Nuwa saluted Hongjun.

The two of them, brother and sister, didn't care much about belonging to the Heavenly Court, since it had nothing to do with them anyway.

"Taishang, Yuanshi, and Tongtian; I would like... I would like to... abide by the decree of the Taoist ancestor!" After hearing Hongjun's decisive words, the three people, Taishang, Yuanshi, and Tongtian, looked at Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, and A group of monster monks showed unwilling expressions on their faces.

In the end, he bowed to Hongjun, agreeing that the Heavenly Court belonged to the Yaozu.

"Hongjun...Hongjun...Hongjun's way...cough cough...my witch clan disagrees...hehe...hehe...my witch clan disagrees...don't agree...hehe..."

Although the group of ancestral witches lay limp on the ground, they looked at Hongjun with such fearlessness.

Although his voice was hoarse, his momentum remained undiminished.

"Not convinced? Do I need you to obey?"

"Disagree? Do I need your consent?"

After Hongjun finished speaking, he ignored the wild laughter and cursing of all the ancestor witches, and wanted to wave his sleeves to use his supernatural powers to directly stun the witch clan, so that he could return to Zixiao Palace as soon as possible.

But as soon as Hongjun waved his magic sleeve, there was a voice like an oriole resounding on the top of Buzhou Mountain.

"I also ask Daozu to calm down the wrath of thunder! I also hope that Daozu sees that my Wuzu is the blood of the father god, and forgive my Wuzu's rudeness."

As the sound fell, a woman appeared on the top of Buzhou Mountain, knelt on the ground, and paid homage to Hongjun.

The person who came was the youngest of the twelve ancestral witches: Houtu Ancestral Witch.

(End of this chapter)