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Chapter 750: The Skill of Pulling Monsters

"Although Kunlun Mountain is a treasure land, I don't know what treasures can enter the eyes of fellow Taoists and make you so aggressive." Taoist Taiqing just didn't specify.

Dijiang Zuwu was too lazy to go around, and said lightly: "Fellow Daoist Taiqing is really upset. The purpose of my trip is not for the name of my authentic Pangu."

Yuanshi Taoist was the first to get angry, "Emperor Jiang Zu Wu Shen said, my three brothers were transformed by Pangu Yuanshen, and they traveled through the flood and famine for hundreds of billions of years. Who doesn't know that you are the gods of the nether world, and they are not sacred in the prehistoric land. How can they be called Is Pan Gu authentic?"

He smiled proudly, "In my opinion, you can only claim to be the authentic Pangu in that dark place. In this prehistoric land, it's better to talk nonsense like Mo Yan, so as not to make others laugh."

Taoist Yuanshi's attitude was really not friendly, not to mention the bad-tempered other ancestor witches, even the old Yinbi such as Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin were a little displeased.

On the handsome face of Gonggong Patriarch Wu, a pair of long and narrow snake eyes narrowed slightly, looking very evil and dangerous, "According to Yuanshi Daoist, if I wait for the creator of Pangu's blood, if I claim to be authentic Pangu, will I still make fun of it? "

The Yuanshi Taoist sneered, full of sarcasm, "In the past, Pangu opened up the world, the pure one rose and turned into the sky, and the turbid one sank and became the earth. We, the three clean, should be on the nine heavens, overlooking all living beings, recuperating The heavens and the earth rule over all kinds of people, and your blood is stagnant, muddy and sinking, and as for the Netherworld, if it weren’t for the mercy of Pangu’s ancestor god, who innately engraved the inheritance of supernatural powers, where would you have the good fortune to dare to compete with the three of my brothers!”

In the distance, the Madonna of Wudang covered her face, Duobao stared, Xuandu lowered her eyes, and Guangchengzi was tongue-tied. They all expressed their admiration for Yuanshi Taoist's sharp arguments.

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"The words of Yuanshi Taoist are indeed too much." Nuwa frowned slightly, "No matter what Zuwu and others say, they are all transformed by Pangu's essence and blood. A fistful of bruised blood, is it cloudy?"

"Besides, both were transformed by Pangu, so even if they can't support each other, they shouldn't slander each other like this, right?"

Ye Ang curled his lips, looked at and explained: "What do you know, Taoist Yuanshi is clear in his mind, this is called ridicule and pulling monsters, the angle is tricky and precise, and the hatred is directly full."

Seeing Taoist Yuanshi struggling to fight in the picture, Ye Ang couldn't help sighing, this is really a talent.

At this moment, East Kunlun is staging a scuffle. Under the instruction of Di Jiang, the ancestral witches fought purely with their bodies. Nine ancestral witches swarmed up and beat Sanqing.

For some unknown reason, Daoist Sanqing did not use supernatural powers, but purely fought in hand-to-hand combat.

All of a sudden, an extremely asymmetric battle started.

Daoist Taiqing was slippery, his movements were extremely strange, he didn't use any supernatural powers, and he managed to get away from the other ancestral witches by a large margin, so that the ancestral witches couldn't form a siege around him. They are all performing one-on-one battles, and absolutely never face more than two enemies at the same time. After several ancestral witches fought him a few times, they were all extremely uncomfortable.

This guy is too slippery, not tough at all, but soft when he fights, thanks to the fact that he punches Moxiu face-to-face so powerfully, why doesn't he have any demeanor now?
Where is your courage?
Where is your blood?
Damn, slipped again!
The Zuwu who fought against Taoist Taiqing didn't have the slightest sense of accomplishment, and his experience was extremely poor. Basically, he couldn't fight a few times, so he took the initiative to change opponents.

On the other side, Taoist Tongtian put away the Qingping sword directly, and opened and closed his pair of iron fists, there was death but no life. I felt that it was very appetizing, and at the same time, I admired him. I was ashamed to actually go up and beat him up four or five times, so I went up two by two, forming a stable situation of two against one, basically maintaining the advantage.

As for Taoist Yuanshi, it was quite miserable. The stable five-on-one situation would turn into six-on-one from time to time. Under such a situation, he really could only barely parry, and sometimes he could only be passively beaten.

In just a short moment, I don't know how many times I was punched.

Fortunately, Taoist Yuanshi is not a rigid person. Although everyone's tacit understanding is not to use supernatural powers to fight, he found another way to directly use supernatural powers to repair the god's body.

It's not that he was bragging, with his Taiyi Golden Immortal rank nine cultivation base, he used his supernatural powers with all his strength, and repaired the god's body over and over again. Although he was a little bit aggrieved, he resisted anyway.

On another mountain in the distance, Nanji Zhenjun hesitated, "Senior Sister Wudang, why don't we go up and help?"

Wudang glanced at him sideways, and asked leisurely, "Do you think your body is comparable to the teachers of the three innate gods and demons, or do you think your divine body is not weaker than the ancestral witches created by the Pangu bloodline?"

Nanji Zhenjun thought for a while and shook his head dejectedly. This is simply incomparable. Don't look at the three teachers who usually look calm and natural, but as the innate gods and demons at the beginning of the world, the quality of the gods, Absolutely not what he can compare.

Not to mention the good fortune of Pan Gu's bloodline, and the ancestral witch who has been tempered for hundreds of billions of years in the evil spirit of the Nether Land. The Antarctic True Monarch reckoned that even if he had full supernatural powers, he might not be able to beat others in pure hand-to-hand combat.

For an existence of this level, the physical body already has incredible power.

They looked here at this time, and the reason why the fights of several great gods were not very exciting and outstanding was purely because the divine power fields of their bodies interfered with each other, and everyone never wanted to show the divine power of the flesh, otherwise they would be killed every minute. Hong Huang knew what a divine body vision was.

Nanji Zhenjun knew very well that if he rushed up, he would basically end up as cannon fodder, so he looked at Wudang.

Wudang shook his head, looking at the only Ancestral Witch Xuanming who did not come to an end, "He came prepared and specially left someone to guard us. This one in front of me, even if I try my best, I'm afraid I won't be able to win. It can only be said to hold her back and create opportunities for you to join the battlefield."

She turned around and glanced at the few friends behind her, "Are you going to go? I can hold that Xuanming ancestor witch for a while for you."

Guangchengzi, Duobao, Xuandu and others all shook their heads without any communication.

Just a moment later, Guang Chengzi suddenly asked in a low voice: "Senior Sister Wudang, do you think Teacher Yuanshi will be fine?"

Wudang nodded, "Don't worry, since they all have such a tacit way of fighting, it means that they all have their own plans in mind, and they are quite restrained at this time."

When Guang Chengzi heard the words, he nodded half-understanding, expressing his understanding.

……

If Taoist Yuanshi heard the unreasonable analysis at this moment, he would jump up angrily and restrain himself?

They restrained a fart!

Taoist Yuanshi felt that there was a faint smell of blood in his mouth at this moment, and it would be meaningless to beat him any longer.

"Everyone, enough is enough!"

"Bang!" He was hit directly on the forehead by a huge fist.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The fists of the ancestral witches smashed on Yuanshi Taoist's head like hailstones.

When the dust settled, Taoist Yuanshi lay sprawled on the ground, completely motionless.

(End of this chapter)