Honghuang: I, Huanglong, refine the heavens and do not join the Chan sect

Chapter 92: Hatred worsens, cannot be adjusted
Gonggong's action ignited the fuse of the war.

If it were before this, the Temple of the Sun would still be a little wary of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. After all, the Twelve Ancestral Witches all had the perfect cultivation of the Daluo Golden Immortal. In terms of high-end combat power, the Temple of the Sun still had a certain gap compared to them.

But after returning from Zixiao Palace this time, Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi and Kunpeng have all become quasi-saints, and their high-end combat power is even higher than that of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

How could Emperor Jun watch his men being killed by Gong Gong in front of him? He immediately led ten demon generals to fight with the Ancestral Witch.
Only Donghuang Taiyi and Houtu stood there, with a look of fear on their faces.
Although Di Jun and Kunpeng had both killed the good corpse, opened the gate of Hunyuan, and become a quasi-saint.

However, each of the Twelve Ancestral Witches has achieved the perfect cultivation of a Golden Immortal, and they have strong bodies and are proficient in the laws of the Dao.
In addition, after Hou Tu's breakthrough, their qi was connected and their strength was slightly improved. Often, one ancestor witch could restrain multiple demon generals.

In the situation of outnumbering, even Di Jun and Kun Peng would not gain any benefit from their joint efforts.

In order to break this deadlock, external forces must intervene.

clang--!
At this moment, a bell sounded throughout Mount Buzhou, and Donghuang Taiyi chose to take action.

As a member of the witch clan, even Hou Tu has a rather bad temper. Now that she is being beaten up Mount Buzhou, how can she just sit back and watch?

"Today I will let you witness the power of Father God!"

Hou Tu smiled coldly, and her body expanded rapidly. In the blink of an eye, she turned into a giant with her feet on the ground and her head holding up the sky.

Then she clenched her right hand, and a blurry giant axe appeared in her hand.

at the same time.

In Kunlun Sanqing Palace, the Tai Chi diagram and Pangu Banner shook slightly.

With the tacit consent of Taoist Taiqing and Yuqing, some of their power was released to shatter the surrounding void and added to the giant axe in Houtu's hand, making the giant axe more real and its aura more powerful.

The Chaos Bell in Donghuang Taiyi's hand, like the Tai Chi diagram and Pangu Banner, also trembled slightly, which made him frown slightly, and he saw the extraordinaryness of Houtu's move.

However, since Hou Tu is his enemy, Donghuang Taiyi naturally would not do anything to help his opponent.

As his thoughts turned, the Chaos Clock quickly calmed down.

"It seems that during the years since I left the prehistoric world, your Wu clan has also gained a lot of fortune. Then let me see what you are capable of!"

Looking at the awe-inspiring giant axe in Houtu's hand, Donghuang Tai was not afraid at all, and the fighting spirit in his heart burned fiercely.

For a warmonger, it is a very refreshing thing to be able to fight an opponent who is equal to himself.

In Donghuang Taiyi's view, bullying the weak is never something to brag about.

In this regard, Donghuang Taiyi and the Wu Clan are very similar. If it weren't for the issue of their positions, perhaps Donghuang Taiyi and the Wu Clan would have gotten to know each other, but now...

Not likely!
The Wu Clan will not forgive the creatures who repeatedly offend Mount Buzhou, and the Temple of the Sun will not let go of the Wu Clan who massacred the creatures under their command.

clang--!
It happened in a flash. As soon as Donghuang Taiyi finished speaking, he punched the Chaos Bell hard, making a bell sound that resounded through heaven and earth.

next moment.

The time and space inside and outside Mount Buzhou seemed to have solidified.

Time stopped flowing and space became still.

Everything came to a standstill at this moment. Even the ancient witches such as Di Jun, Kun Peng and Di Jiang were unable to move for a moment.

clang--!
In this solidified space of time, the sound of a bell was heard again.

In an instant, the five elements in Mount Buzhou were in chaos, yin and yang were reversed, and all kinds of mysterious and strange phenomena emerged.

There are seas that give birth to divine fire, divine gold that blooms divine flowers, yang energy sinks, and yin energy rises...

What's even more terrible is that the twelve witch ancestors felt that time was going backwards, their cultivation was declining, and their bodies were getting weaker, as if their bodies were going to return to the state they were in when they were just born. Donghuang Taiyi was already an amazing fighter, and now he has the cultivation of a quasi-saint, plus he uses the innate treasure - Chaos Bell, which is simply beyond the reach of the Daluo Jinxian.

If this continues, the bodies of the Twelve Ancestral Witches will regress in time and their combat effectiveness will be greatly damaged.

At that time, they would inevitably suffer heavy losses and would have no choice but to retreat to Mount Buzhou, relying on Pangu's remaining will to stabilize the situation a little.

"Humph!"

At this critical moment, a cold snort suddenly came from the sky.

I saw cracks appearing in the space around Hou Tu, spreading towards the distance.

Then there was a "clang" sound, and the space beside her shattered like glass, and the huge axe in her hand chopped down towards Donghuang Taiyi.

Hou Tu's axe was like Pangu's axe that created the world, as if it could split the heaven and earth in half. Its residual power alone could shatter the frozen time and space. Naturally, Donghuang Taiyi did not dare to be careless.

The fighting spirit in his heart burned more and more vigorously. The Temple of the Sun had been fighting in the prehistoric world for so many years, and Hou Tu was the strongest enemy he had ever seen.

In order to show his respect to the powerful enemy, Donghuang Taiyi pinched the magic spell with one hand, slapped his palm on his heart, and spurted out a stream of blood as hot as the scorching sun, which fell into the Chaos Bell.

clang--!
The Chaos Bell emitted infinite divine light and, carrying endless chaotic energy, flew towards the illusory giant axe in Houtu's hand.

Bang-!
Accompanied by a loud noise that echoed throughout the entire prehistoric world, the Chaos Bell and the Illusionary Giant Axe collided heavily, shattering the surrounding space.

Countless members of the Witch Clan and creatures of the Sun Temple were destroyed by this attack, without even a trace left.

Even the Golden Immortal was seriously injured and was blown away hundreds of thousands of miles. Even some weaker Great Wizards and Golden Immortals lost their lives.

Even Di Jun, Kunpeng and the other eleven ancestor witches stopped fighting and withdrew from the center of the battle.

As the warring parties, Donghuang Taiyi and Houtu were equally uncomfortable.

Donghuang Taiyi's mouth was bleeding and he flew backwards for thousands of miles.

Relatively speaking, Hou Tu's condition was much better. She just took a few steps back, her face slightly pale.

The quasi-saints like Donghuang Taiyi who killed the good corpse had just pushed open the gate of Hunyuan, but Houtu not only pushed open the gate of Hunyuan, but also squeezed half of her body into it. Her realm was higher than that of the quasi-saints.

In addition, Hou Tu's move simulated Pangu's axe of creation, which was an extremely powerful offensive magical power. It was normal for Donghuang Taiyi to fall below.

However, the battle between the two sides was so loud that the Sun Temple and the Witch Clan suffered heavy casualties. Even the central space of the battle was shattered, and it would take thousands of years for the ancient world to repair itself.

If the fighting continues, I'm afraid even Mount Buzhou will be affected, which is something the Wu Clan does not want to see at all.

The Temple of the Sun was already at a disadvantage, so naturally it was unwilling to continue fighting.

"Humph! This matter won't just end like this!"

It is better to lose the battle than the battle. Even if the fight continues, the loss of the Temple of the Sun will be even greater. Di Jun still left a harsh remark before leaving with the remaining creatures of the Temple of the Sun.

After this battle, no matter what the reason, the hatred between the Witch Clan and the Temple of the Sun has become difficult to reconcile. Friction will continue to grow in the future, and the prehistoric world will become more and more chaotic.

Zixiao Palace.

"Everything is on track. Next..."

Watching everyone from the Temple of the Sun leave, Saint Hongjun couldn't help but reveal a faint smile on his calm face.

No matter good or bad, everything is for the sake of the Tao.

(End of this chapter)