Great Antiquity: I Created the Twelve Ancestral Witch of the Devil's Edition

"Zhu Rongzu Wu, continue to work hard."

"I can definitely beat you."

Zhu Rong clenched his teeth tightly, clenching his teeth so badly.His face was flushed, and he used all the strength he could use.

But Wang Xuan's arm was as straight and unyielding as Zhou Shan, unable to move at all.

Drops of beads fell from Zhu Rong's head and arms, and he was panting heavily.

The back soil, who acted as a referee, has long been stunned.

"Brother Zhu Rong tried his best. Even Daoist Wang Xuan can't be beaten. His strength is stronger than Zu Wu?

Is he a primordial spirit cultivating soil?

Could it be that he has cultivated the Pangu body-preparation skills of our Wu clan, and he has also cultivated the body of the ancestral witch!"

Hou Tu did not believe his guesses.

I feel that Zhu Rong has done his best, and Wang Xuan will accept it when he sees it.

"I'm going to force him to remind him to gently press down on his wrist.

Zhu Rong's arm slammed onto the soil platform without any resistance like a straw.

Zhu Rong has not responded yet:

"Assignment, acceptance."

After Wang Yu finished speaking, the Daowen Palace was quiet, and Hou Tu and Zhu Rong were stunned.

After a long time, Hou Tu screamed in surprise

"You won Brother Zhu Rong, your strength is stronger than Zu Wu!"

Zhu Rong was awakened by Hou Tu's scream, and he was very ashamed. He, the ancestor of fire, simply lost to the weak and inexperienced Primordial Spirit cultivator simply by his physical strength.

If the ancestral witches know, they must laugh at him to death

He was looking for an excuse. "I didn't just now, I tried my best, I didn't use the fighting witch body. Only the fighting witch body can exert my full strength."

Afterwards, his eyes were whitened.

"Brother, if you lose, you lose. Don't make excuses."

Zhu Rong must save face and must use the battle sorcerer body to compare with Wang Xuan again.

The great Wang Xuandao, who is tens of thousands of miles in the fighting shaman, said: "How can I compare to you, a shaman who has no friends yet." "

Congratulations

The face won't come back.

Wang Yu compared strength with Zhu Rong in order to completely convince Zhu Rong. Zhu Rong's unwillingness to lose may affect the five-star praise:

This will not work.Don't give up halfway.

He smiled and said, "It's easy for me to turn into Fazu."

It is said that Wang Xuan's height became thicker, reaching tens of thousands of miles in an instant.

This is not the magical power of the heavens and the earth, but his body of chaos.

Zhu Rong also showed a battle sorcerer body, and put his arms on the tall earth platform tens of thousands of miles high and tens of thousands of miles wide that Wang Xuan summoned.

"This time, you lose."

Zhu Rong invited Wang Xuan to fight.

very confident

Ignorance is good.

Wang Yu smiled and held Zhu Rong Wan Mita's witch hand, vowing to be ashamed.

He directly used all the magic power in his entire body on the magic arm, which was tens of thousands of meters high and thick, like a mountain.

"I hope you don't cry, Wang Yu didn't hold back like he did just now.

As soon as Hou Tu started shouting, Wang Xuan threw out a little strength, probably a few percent of his total strength.

Boom

The mountain-like witch arm smashed onto the soil platform. If it was entering the barren land, it would be able to smash an abyss of [-] miles.

But there was a bang on the high platform of Daowen Palace, and nothing happened.

"I lost again?"

Zhu Rong looked at Wu Yan who had fallen on the soil platform with a complicated expression. He could not defeat the Primordial Spirit cultivator with his battle witch body.

Who is Zuwu?

"Would you like to compare it again?" Wang Xuan wanted to convince Zhu Rong to lose.

"Come and compare again."

Zhu Rong felt that it was an illusion just now, and now the competition has just begun:

"I must win: Boom s

Zhu Rong's witch arm smashed onto the soil platform.

"Is it better?"

boom!

"Comparison?"

"Better than 1..."

Boom

"It's no better than Zhu Rong holding his swollen and bruised arm, and wisely admit defeat:

I compared the soil several times, but each time I didn't last for a second.

The back ground was silent.

She finally understood that Wang Xuan's previous statement that he would not hurt Zhu Rong was not a joke, but serious.

"Friend Wang Xuan's power is much stronger than Zu Wu.

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It feels about the same as if I didn't mobilize the power of Buzhou Mountain.Could it be that he has also become the body of Chaos God and Demon?

But why can't I see any signs of Chaos God, the body of the devil from him?"

The back soil is puzzled.

Wang Yu and Zhu Rong returned to their normal bodies, "I should break Zhu Rong, now the tattoo is not: it will affect the five-star evaluation worker.

Wang Xuan smiled and let Zhu Rong sit down, ready to start tattooing:

Zhu Rong, who was holding his arm, suddenly felt that his arm didn't hurt anymore and followed Wang Xuan's instructions excitedly, very well behaved.

Wang Xuan didn't ask Zhu Rong what tattoo he wanted to get

Room is also a white question.

Wang Yu knew his answer:

casual.

"The Ancestral Witch of Fire, his tattoo is a good idea."

Wang Yu has already understood the way of fire, and Wang Xuan can be ranked first in the prehistoric world if he understands fire.

Soon he came up with the tattoo design:

In the sun, volcanoes erupt

A red towering giant stands proudly upright

The giant tree is like a hibiscus, but it is not a hibiscus, _ seems to be wrong.

The giant tree branch is divided into nine

There are treasures hanging on the nine wooden branches, or divine beasts perched on them

Among the treasures, there is divine fire shining in the world

There is a treasure lotus lamp, there is a wonderful fire of good fortune in the lamp

There are eight palace lanterns.There is a purple fire in the lamp.

There are jade glazed cups, and there are eternal spirits in the cups, and there are ghosts and ghosts in the coffin lamp.

There is a divine sword that burns the fire of Nanmingli.

There is a congenital gossip furnace, and the furnace is sealed with six magic fires.

There is a residual candle, the candle leads the candle in the cave

There is a god bird singing in the sky, and the body burns the golden crow fire.

There are Cuiguang two instrument lights burning Yin and Yang fire.

After Wang Yu completed the pattern, he mobilized the paint and picked up the tattoo pen to start tattooing.

He concentrates on tattoos, and Houtu concentrates on watching

San Xiao floated around in the backyard of the Great Hall.

More than twenty days passed in a blink of an eye.

Wang Xuan's text "Fire" in the pattern of the road in the red giant tree.Stop and step back, you're done.

"Background..."

Wang Xuan woke up Hou Tu, who was habitually dazed when he got tattoos.

"what do you think?"

"I like it." Zhu Rong answered.