Great Antiquity: You Have to Create a Jade Butterfly at the Beginning

A deep sense of disparity rose quietly from Fuxi's heart.

"Roar!"

As soon as the smoke from the battlefield dissipated, Di Jun and Taiyi turned into two huge three-legged golden crows.

The whole body was dyed with the red hot sun, and he raised his head high.

The leader of the demon clan, arrogant and proud of the world, is really two invincible peerless overlords.

Di Jun is a very safe person. If Hongjun hadn't named Dong Wanggong as the head of male immortals on that day, he would not have been an enemy of Dongwanggong.

But... he will never allow this world, there will be other people above him.

Since he has offended Duke Dong this time, then... he will not give up easily until he is immortal!

This... is the Heavenly Emperor of the Monster Race.

The pale expressions on the faces of the three of Sanqing made them very uncomfortable.

Especially Tongtian, at this moment, it only feels like there are ten thousand swords swept through the whole body, as if it may tear the body at any time.

Chapter 022

The three of them looked at each other, and there was a hint of ruthlessness in their eyes. Sanqing was the authentic sect of Pangu, and they would not let the strength of others surpass themselves.

The Duke of East has become their common enemy. Today is destined to be an even more ancient battle. They are bound to not let the Duke of East go down Buzhou Mountain! !

Fighting intent erupted from the hearts of the five.

It seems that in the next second, he will pounce on the East Prince.

But at this moment, a roar came from heaven and earth: "Who dares to run wild in my Buzhou Mountain!"

The voice fell, and twelve figures suddenly jumped down from the cliff.

One by one is violent and fierce, exuding a powerful evil spirit, like twelve demon gods coming from hell.

Glancing at everyone, those twelve pairs of eyes like tigers and wolves stared at the two three-legged golden crows.

"Flat-haired beast! How dare you come to me without Zhoushan?"

It was Zhu Rong, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, who was speaking. This man had a very violent temperament and was as good at controlling real fire as Dijun and Taiyi. Fire, its power seems to be no weaker than that of the two emperors.

The two Lich tribes have been immortal since the First World War.

but……

Seeing that the Chaos Bell in Taiyi's body condensed out again, Di Jun gave Taiyi a meaningful look.

The strength of the demon clan is still far from that of the witch clan.

Taiyi can lose his composure in the face of the ridicule of others, but he can't. What he shoulders is the endless blood feud between the two Lich clans!

"go!"

Di Jun said softly to Taiyi.

Although Taiyi was unwilling, he couldn't disobey his brother's words.

Glancing at the witch clan, the two Golden Crows turned their gazes to Duke Dong again, their eyes full of hostility.

The next moment, the fire on the Zhoutian appeared, and the two golden crows turned into two meteors and went down the mountain.

"Sister, let me and the two of you go too!" Fuxi said after seeing the two of Di Jun leaving.

The three of them have a good relationship, but this time Fuxi didn't help, and he felt ashamed, and now he can only visit the two of them.

Nuwa and Fuxi were both born on this Buzhou Mountain, so they understood what Fuxi was thinking.

He glanced deeply at Prince Dong, and there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes, but he still followed Fuxi down the mountain.

The three of Sanqing watched the arrival of the twelve ancestor witches, and their faces became even more unhappy.

One of the two was transformed by some of Pangu's primordial spirits, and the other was transformed by the blood of Pangu's heart.

For hundreds of millions of years, they have been fighting for the name of Pangu!

Now that the three of them are injured, they naturally do not want to confront the twelve ancestors, think for a moment, and then go down the mountain.

"Fellow Daoist! Pindao has also left, and I will go to Penglai Island to harass me again in the future." Seeing that everyone was gone, Hongyun didn't want to provoke the twelve ancestors on this Buzhou Mountain, and said with a smile to the prince of Chaodong. .

"Fellow Daoist please!" Dong Wanggong naturally understood what Hongyun said and raised his hand to ask.

Among these people, Hong Yun, the good old man, was quite his temperament.

Red light flashed.

However, only the Twelve Ancestors and Prince Dong were left.

When he obtained the Mysterious Yellow Indestructible Body, he made up his mind to train the body in Buzhou Mountain.

You must know that this Buzhou Mountain is an excellent place for body training. With the pressure of the great god Pangu here, body training in this mountain is dozens of times, or even hundreds of times, faster than other places.

In addition, Duke Dong has time to speed up his magical powers, and his body refining speed is extremely fast.

Therefore, he has no plans to go down the mountain.

Now he wants to see what these twelve ancestor witches mean.

If you really dare to drive him down the mountain, Prince Dong doesn't mind having another fight with these twelve people.

"I am Dijiang, dare to ask who your friend is?" Dijiang said to the prince of the east.

Before that, the Twelve Ancestral Witch hid in this mountain and observed it for a while.

Prince Dong fought the Sanqing and the Yaozu with his own strength, and he was able to remain invincible, and he also wounded the five.

Its strength, even the twelve ancestral witches who are disrespectful to heaven and earth, is also deeply shocked.

If someone else trespassed this Buzhou Mountain, Di Jiang and others would definitely not give a good face.

But they had not dealt with Sanqing before, and they were enemies of life and death with the two demons, Emperor Jun, and now they were overjoyed when they saw the Duke of East beat them back.

As the saying goes, the enemy of the enemy is the friend. As the head of the Twelve Ancestors, Di Jiang understood this truth.

"Pindao Penglai Xiandao East Prince, I have seen the Twelve Ancestral Witch!" East Prince slightly cupped his hands and said.

Originally, he thought that the people of the witch tribe were all arrogant and violent, and they would inevitably do one when they met these twelve ancestors, but now seeing Di Jiang's reaction, he was overwhelmed.

The Wu clan does not cultivate the primordial spirit, but only cultivates the physical body. The lower the level of the shaman, the less self-consciousness, and can only rely on the nature in the blood of the Wu clan to control that body.

At the ancestral level of Dijiang, naturally, like ordinary people, he has a very strong sense of autonomy.

Prince Dong is not a fighting maniac either, so he can avoid the trouble of fighting with these people, and Prince East is naturally happy.

Chapter 023

Hearing the name taboo of the East Prince, everyone in the Wu tribe froze.

Hundreds of years ago, the East Prince's Penglai Immortal Island had a great reputation in this great wilderness. Although he did not make friends with others, he also heard about it.

Several people looked at each other, and then each followed the way of the East Prince, and cupped their hands, the appearance... It's a bit nondescript.

In the prehistoric times, when the two met, they greeted each other with respect and respect.

But these twelve ancestors were all disrespectful to heaven and earth, and they all had no manners at all. Now it is very rare to see the prince of the East doing such a ceremony.

"Zhu Jiuyin has seen fellow Daoist!"

"Shebishi has seen fellow Daoist!"

"Qianliang has seen fellow Daoist!"

"Tian Wu has seen fellow Daoist!"

"Jumang has seen fellow Daoist!"

"Zhu Rong has seen fellow Daoist!"

"Gonggong has met fellow Daoist!"

"Xizi has seen fellow Daoist!"

"Xuan Ming has seen fellow Daoist!"

"I have seen fellow Daoist in the back!"

The other eleven ancestors returned their salutes one by one, but when they heard the last wonderful sound, Duke Dong's eyes were deeply attracted by the back soil.

I saw that she was wearing a light blue gauze, which made her pretty face extremely white and tender, and her skin that could be broken by bombs seemed to be dripping with water.

A pair of eyes are like clear water, and she seems to be telling people what she thinks in her heart. In this Houtu, you can't see the shadow of the tyrannical and tyrannical Wu clan.

Such a beauty stands among a group of rough men, but it is especially dazzling.

Even compared to Xuan Ming next to him, he is one in the sky and one in the ground.

Duke Dong couldn't help but be a little absent-minded when he saw it, and sighed in his heart: "As expected of the mother of the earth in later generations - Empress Pingxin."

Feeling Duke Dong's gaze, Hou Tu looked up at each other with some doubts.

Looking at each other, Hou Tu couldn't help blushing.

Putting his eyes away, Duke Dong looked at the rest of the crowd.

He laughed softly: "Haha! As expected of the authentic Pangu, with the spirit of the Wu clan, he really stands tall in the world."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the Wu clan was ecstatic.

For trillions of years, Duke Dong was the first person to recognize their Pangu identity.

The Twelve Ancestors were all smiling, and Zhu Rong laughed even more.

"Fellow Daoist said, my witch clan's spirit is indeed indomitable." Zhu Rong said boldly.

Zhu Rong's remarks did not feel that he was a little boastful at all, but seemed to say something out of his heart to someone.

Haha!

Duke Dong was also lazy to dismantle this simple-minded Ancestral Witch, and only smiled softly.