The Ancient Emperor of Fantasy

The chuckle that came from the sea of ​​thunder and fire also made Qiangliang and Zhu Rong stunned for a while. Hearing Di Jiang's roar, although the two quickly reacted, they were still a step too late.

From the sea of ​​elements mixed with thunder, lightning and flames, a handsome young man dressed in purple gas condensed armor and with long purple hair constantly fluttering straight out with a blank expression, holding a hand that was transformed by the law of reincarnation. The sword of law, with an unstoppable and powerful momentum, directly slashed the sword of Wu Qiangliang, the ancestor of thunder, and flew out.

Under the intervention of the law of reincarnation, the quasi-sacred body of the Ancestral Witch of Thunder was even rapidly losing blood from the wound opened by Qin Xuan's sword. The loss slowed down.

"Why is the power of this law so weird..."

Qiang Liang muttered depressedly, covered his wound and looked up at Zhu Rong, only to find that the latter's experience was much more miserable than his own.

I saw that Wu Zhurong, the ancestor of fire, was like a ball being ravaged by Qin Xuan in mid-air. The flame element was just pushed and suppressed by Qin Xuan with a slap. No matter how angry Zhu Rong was, Qin Xuan shouted. Xuan Du didn't let his thoughts go, and kept pounding his fists on Zhu Rong's proud body.

"Ahhh!"

Finally, what came out of Zhu Rong's mouth was no longer a roar, but an uncontrollable scream.

His quasi-sacred body was fundamentally fragile under Qin Xuan's fist, and even the fiery red scales growing on the surface of his skin were almost uncovered by Qin Xuan.

The other ancestor witches saw that the ancestor witch of the fire was beaten so badly by Qin Xuan, and immediately understood that they really kicked an iron plate this time.

At this time, although Qin Xuan suppressed his realm to the peak of the Immortal King, the strength of the realm of such a prehistoric saint was enough to slap the face of the Twelve Ancestral Witch.

Flesh realm?Now it seems that Qin Xuan's fist is harder than the body of the twelve ancestors, right?

After beating the arrogant ancestor Wu Zhu Rong of fire, Qin Xuan directly grabbed Zhu Rong in his hands and threw it to the other eleven ancestor witches.

Under Qin Xuan's powerful strength, the eleven ancestral witches stopped Zhu Rong. Although Zhu Rong was not severely injured under Qin Xuan's deliberate restraint, after receiving this kind of insult, Zhu Rong's whole person has reached On the edge of the outbreak, the whole person was trembling with anger.

"I want to kill him, I must kill him!"

"Calm down, the master of martial arts is at the worst of the saint realm. Perhaps like the ancestor of Hongjun, our twelve quasi-sages combined cannot be his opponent."

"Then let's just forget it? We are the Twelve Ancestors, not the Twelve Wicked!"

"You can only use that trick, otherwise we will only be divided and defeated by him."

The Space Ancestor Wudi Jiang looked at Qin Xuan standing between heaven and earth with a dignified expression.

After being jointly bombarded by the lightning and flames of Qiang Liang and Zhu Rong, Qin Xuan didn't even have the slightest wound on his body. Now standing between heaven and earth, he still looks like a nobody. Behind him, the portal of reincarnation is still turning with a roar. on.

The deliberately suppressed immortal rhythm is lingering in Buzhou Mountain, and there is no way to break through. In this case, even the ancestors of Hongjun and Tiandao have no way to detect Qin Xuan.

"If you can let this emperor see that you have hope, then this emperor doesn't mind letting your twelve ancestors restore Pangu's glory."

These twelve ancestral witches can be said to be completely chaotic gods and demons created by the day after tomorrow. Although they are not as powerful and unparalleled as Pangu and other three thousand chaotic gods and demons, if Qin Xuan makes up for their innate deficiencies, using martial arts as the foundation Re-cultivation of the Twelve Ancestral Witches may not fail to become a saint of the Great Desolation.

Of the twelve ancestral witches standing in front of Qin Xuan, no one dared to face Qin Xuan alone. All twelve of them stared at Qin Xuan with angry and serious eyes, as if they were brewing some powerful trump card.

Qin Xuan didn't leave, just waiting to see what the Twelve Ancestral Witches could show up to make his eyes shine.

"Insulting Pangu Zhengzong, the master of martial arts, then I will wait for the real verdict on you."

"Judgment? Interesting."

Qin Xuan laughed a little, and looked at the twelve ancestral witches standing in twelve positions.

The power of the twelve elements of space, time, weather, wind, fire, thunder, gold, wood, water, earth, electricity, and rain soared into the sky, forming twelve beams of light on the heads of the twelve ancestors. The magic circle is connected with twelve beams of light, and all the ancestors are surrounded by the magic circle.

"Buzz, buzz!"

The atmosphere of chaos continued to spread from the magic circle, and the entire prehistoric land was shaken when the twelve ancestors formed this huge magic circle, and a law force familiar to Qin Xuan filled the entire Buzhou Mountain.

Buzhou Mountain, the pillar supporting the sky, which was formed by the backbone of Pangu, even felt the power of the law, and the spiritual energy became frantic, and the whole mountain seemed to come alive.

"Master of Martial Arts, I wait for the twelve ancestor witches to be transformed into the body of the great god Pangu after the creation of the world. Under the great formation of the twelve gods and demons, I can't believe that you can still retreat completely!"

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"Suppress us!"

The twelve ancestral witches have different brilliant masterpieces, wrapping their twelve and a half human bodies in them, and the power of the twelve elements fuses together, and gradually forms a huge giant in the center of the twelve heavenly gods and demons. Come to the figure that makes the soul palpitate.

Although he was shrouded in Huaguang, he couldn't see the true face of the tall figure, but when he felt the power of the familiar law in the whole world, Qin Xuan understood the twelve gods formed by the joint efforts of the twelve ancestors. What the hell does the magic array do?

The breath of the twelve ancestral witches and quasi-sages began to disappear, and they turned into twelve rays of light and directly merged into the tall figure in the center of the twelve heavenly gods and demons, as if they were given to that figure, making it appear A breath so powerful that it is suffocating.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Array trembled slightly in the movement of the tall figure, but it stabilized after all. The figure, whose whole body was covered by light, slowly swayed and walked out of the Twelve Capitals Heavenly Gods and Demons Great Array. .

As the light slowly faded from the figure, a strange color appeared in Qin Xuan's eyes, but there was no surprise on his face.

"The law of power really can only be so powerful with fellow Daoists."

Qin Xuan smiled and looked at the tall figure. .

Chapter five hundred and sixty-ninth Pangu Reality Appears

"Then, who is that stalwart figure?"

Still in Buzhou Mountain, the only ones who have not escaped are Fuxi and Nuwa brothers and sisters. After seeing the twelve ancestor witches forming a great formation of the twelve gods and demons in the heaven and earth, and summoning such a stalwart giant, the female Wa covered her mouth slightly in shock.

As the congenital soul transformed by Pangu's body, Fuxi and Nuwa brothers and sisters felt a sense of admiration and familiarity in their hearts when they saw the figure.

"That figure should have created the great god Pangu who created the flood..."

Fuxi's laws of yin and yang continued to manifest into two yin and yang fish. Looking at the tall giant summoned from Buzhou Mountain, Fuxi said with a shocked expression.

Nu Wa was even more shocked and could only look up at the tall and majestic figure on the top of the "May [-]" Mountain.

Standing in front of Qin Xuan at this time, the stalwart figure who came out of the great formation of the gods and demons in the Twelve Capitals is the head of the three thousand gods and demons who were born from the chaotic green lotus at the beginning of the chaos. , the master of power, Pangu, who controls the power avenue.