The demon emperor of all worlds

Chapter 58
The momentum of the late quasi-sage!
The Ten Thousand Immortal Formation has such power!
This scene immediately shocked the prehistoric powers and the innate gods.

Dong Wanggong's cultivation base is still at the stage of the early stage of the quasi-sage, but his mana and coercion have reached the stage of the late quasi-sage under the increase of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation. There really aren't many that can match it.

Not only that, but with the opening of the Great Formation of Ten Thousand Immortals, the aura of monks in the formation has also increased significantly. With the help of the fog, the monks of the Hundred Religions Alliance launched an attack on the prehistoric powers and innate gods.

"kill!"

"Kill these invaders!"

"..."

Shocking shouts of killing resounded in the formation, and the battle kicked off. The prehistoric powers and innate gods who were unable to defend themselves were caught off guard, and fell into a disadvantage for a while, making it difficult to reverse the situation.

"Damn!"

On the contrary, Donghuang Taiyi, Jiaohuang and Twelve Ancestral Witches looked extremely ugly at the moment.

For no other reason, they could not understand Dong Wanggong's arrogant and domineering posture, but the coercion of the late quasi-sage emanating from the latter also made people feel like a gap like a natural moat.

"You bastard, give me a punch!"

At this moment, Zhu Rong, the hottest among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, took the lead and stepped out. Nanli Lihuo ascended and evolved into a fire dragon and his feet, lifted his body between his feet, and rushed straight to the place where the East Prince was. With a punch, the power was earth-shattering.

"Wish Rong be careful!"

"Zhu Rong be careful!"

However, Di Jiang and other ancestral witches became tense at this moment, and each of them cried out, subconsciously going forward to support them.

For nothing else, although Zhu Rong's combat strength is not weak, the Eastern Prince at this moment is really a bit daunting. That terrible coercion is absolutely impossible to be a strong outsider, and it seems that Zhu Rong's strength alone is really not enough.

"Ancestor witch?"

"It's up to you!"

In this regard, Dong Wanggong smiled coldly, looked at Zhu Rong who was attacking him, and swung the crutch with the dragon's head in his right hand. A dragon's chant resounded, and the magic power of the late quasi-sage swept through the room, and the golden dragon roared and hit Zhu Rong's body.

With a loud 'bang', Zhu Rong's body was blown away like a kite with broken strings, and many areas of his body, which was comparable to Xiantian Lingbao, were sunken, especially on his chest, where a nine-claw mark was dripping with blood, which looked extremely glaring horror.

"Bastard, sentimental Zhu Rong, you are courting death!"

"Prince Dong, today is your death day!"

This scene completely irritated Di Jiang and other ancestor witches. Their eyes were flushed, and regardless of the difference in cultivation between the two, they jumped up and attacked the Eastern Prince crazily.

All of a sudden, the power of the major laws rose, the blood qi soared to the sky, and the innate turbid energy permeated the four directions.

"The mayfly shakes the tree, beyond its control!"

On the contrary, Duke Dong is extremely disdainful at this moment, full of confidence in his current power, holding the dragon head crutch in his right hand, and with a wave of vast mana, countless golden nine-clawed dragons emerge, carrying the crushing power to press down on the emperor. Jiang and other ancestral witches are there.

bang——

bang——

There was a constant sound of impact, and one could see Zuwu constantly waving his fists and bombarding the nine-clawed golden dragon together. You come and I fight, although they are not equal, but don't forget, this is just caused by the Eastern Prince's random blow, but even It is comparable to the Eleven Patriarch Wu Qiqi in the early stage of the quasi-sage, but it is difficult to destroy it in a short time. The power of the late quasi-sage is so terrifying!
"This is really difficult!"

"It's actually so powerful!"

The faces of Donghuang Taiyi and Jiaohuang became extremely serious and ugly at this moment. They knew very well that although they were not afraid of ancestor witches, and even had absolute confidence in fighting alone, they still couldn't raise their hands like Dongwanggong. Repression.

This also led to their original contempt for Prince Dong faded away, replaced by solemnity and fear.

After all, under the blessing of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, Duke Dong's strength has almost reached an unmatched level. Fighting alone, no one is sure to kill him.

"Eastern Prince, die for me!"

"Space blade!"

At this moment, a sudden change occurred, and Di Jiang's body in the field swayed quietly. When the law of space was cast, his body appeared in the area behind Duke Dong. With a wave of his right hand, the law of space condensed into a sharp blade and slashed straight On the back of Duke Dong.

puff-

Blood spurted out, Duke Dong's body trembled, and he could not help but groan.

"Di Jiang, you are courting death!"

Feeling the scorching pain on his back and the law of space raging into his body, Dong Wanggong's face was so pale that he couldn't see the extreme. He turned his head to look at Di Jiang who was still waving a sharp blade. face.

With a 'bang' sound, Di Jiang's face twisted, and Dong Wanggong's angry blow was contained in the dragon's crutch. Under the burst of power, even Di Jiang couldn't parry him, and his body was blown away in an instant. The one with the flapping wings did not fall from the air, but was also sent flying hundreds of miles, with blood dripping down its face.

After finishing all this, Prince Dong turned his head and glanced at his blood-drenched back, with a gloomy expression, he pinched the seal with his left hand and said, "Forgive me!"

In the next second, the brilliance was bright, and a surging breath of life rose up. It could be seen that the injury on his back healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the power of space was directly forced out.

"This……"

Seeing this scene, not only the Twelve Patriarchal Witches, but also Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi and Jiaohuang were a little dumbfounded.

Healed!
Di Jiang's sure-killing blow actually healed in an instant!
What kind of resilience does the Eastern Prince possess?

"Time returns!"

However, just at this moment, Zhu Jiuyin shot quietly on the ground, raised his right hand, and while the laws of time surged all over his body, milky white light descended on the body of Duke Dong.

With the passing of the power of time, Duke Dong's newly recovered injuries were shattered again, dripping with blood, and the power of space mixed with the power of time frantically swept through his body.

"Wow!"

A mouthful of blood spewed out, and Dong Wanggong felt as if struck by lightning. He staggered in mid-air, looked down and said, "Time Ancestor Wuzhu Jiuyin, you deserve death!"

In the next second, Prince Dong was furious, and poured all his mana into the crutch of the dragon head, and a huge nine-clawed golden dragon descended from the sky, carrying the power enough to destroy the quasi-sage powerhouse, blasting at Zhu Jiuyin's place.

At this moment, Zhu Jiuyin couldn't move himself because of the law of time. Although the other ancestor witches wanted to rush to help, they were also held back by the nine-clawed golden dragon in front of them, and they couldn't step forward to help.

For a moment, Zu Wu's expression changed drastically, including Di Jiang, and he yelled out, "Second brother, be careful!"

"Second brother, run away!"

"Jiu'yin', get out of the way!"

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