Donghuang Taiyi was shocked. The newcomer was none other than the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Upon seeing him, fists rained down on him. In this sudden turn of events, Donghuang hurriedly summoned the Chaos Bell!
when.
when.
The Chaos Bell burst forth with a mysterious light, and its resounding hum echoed throughout the heavens. However, under the relentless bombardment and smashing of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the sound of the Great Dao emanating from the bell instantly turned into a mournful wail.
"Snap!"
"not good!"
Donghuang Taiyi's expression changed drastically as his defensive light membrane was instantly shattered.
Without hesitation, he immediately transformed into a golden crow, his entire body ablaze with flames, and charged towards Dijiang to attack.
"Bai Ze, Ji Meng, what are you waiting for?"
Donghuang Zhen shouted.
He would be defeated by his own strength alone, and the consequence of losing to the Twelve Ancestral Witches would be death.
Upon hearing this, the group of demon saints immediately joined the battle.
The Ancestral Witch of the Xuanming Clan, a cold glint in her eyes, said, "If you want to bully him, you've picked the wrong person!"
Houtu was like a female war goddess, her beautiful eyes filled with murderous intent. She unleashed punch after punch, and those demon saints who dared to fight her began to cough up blood.
The physical body of the Ancestral Witch is too powerful!
This was simply impossible to fight, and Donghuang was extremely horrified. If the battle dragged on, even if the demon race was not wiped out, it would be severely weakened.
Damn it!
Why haven't the two Western Saints made a move yet?
"boom!"
As Donghuang Taiyi was filled with shock and anger, Xuanming Ancestral Witch seized the opportunity, crossed the defensive range of the Chaos Bell, and punched Donghuang in the face.
He flew out like a cannonball.
But that's not all.
Dijiang and his ancestral witches laughed loudly, transforming into streaks of malevolent energy that followed closely behind. With each punch and kick, they shattered Donghuang's physical body instantly!
"West……"
Donghuang Taiyi spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes blazing with rage.
Just as he was about to call out the two Western Saints, Zhunti, who was watching from the West, immediately released a divine power of a saint, cutting off what the Eastern Emperor was about to say.
A Heavenly Sage can already utilize the rules of the Heavenly Dao.
How could Zhunti allow him to call out his name?
Otherwise, these witches would absolutely hate the Western religion to death.
"You dare touch Kuafu? You're courting death, you worthless bird," Dijiang said coldly.
Zhu Rong, riding a fire dragon, shattered Donghuang's physical body. At that moment, only Donghuang's true spirit remained in the world!
That true spirit was in the form of the Great Sun Golden Crow.
"Your Majesty the Eastern Emperor!"
The group of demon saints were suppressed on the ground, and at this moment they let out cries of sorrow.
It's over.
The demon race is doomed!
Many powerful beings from the primordial world who were watching sighed softly, wondering who could have predicted that the Twelve Ancestral Witches would arrive so quickly.
Di Jun is still in seclusion studying the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Array, while Dong Huang is about to die. It is estimated that the demon race will be gradually devoured by the witch race in the future.
Heaven!
Xihe and Changxi felt a sudden pang of sadness for no apparent reason. After all, they were still one of their own. Back then, Donghuang Taiyi did not fight the Wu tribe, and the nine golden crows died at the hands of Kuafu.
Over the years, the two sisters have also harbored great resentment towards Donghuang.
But if Donghuang dies, even if Dijun emerges from seclusion, can he truly destroy the Wu tribe?
"Stop!"
suddenly.
Purple clouds rise from the east for 30,000 miles, lotus flowers fall from the sky, and golden lotuses spring up from the earth.
Before the true spirit of Donghuang Taiyi, an old man with beard and hair appeared out of thin air. He was tall and surrounded by Daoist charm.
The twelve ancestral witches had complex expressions on their faces.
It's Hongjun Daozu again!
Last time.
Just as Kuafu was about to kill the last golden crow, Hongjun Daozu also appeared.
And this time, when Donghuang Taiyi was almost destroyed, the Dao Ancestor appeared again!
So you're not the ancestor of the Xuanmen sect, but the ancestor of the demon race?
Why is that?
Amidst anger and confusion, the Twelve Ancestral Witches felt as if a jumble of emotions had been stirred up.
The Witch and Demon races are mortal enemies. Killing Donghuang Taiyi will greatly reduce the pressure on the Witch race.
Moreover, it can also protect Kuafu as he travels through the prehistoric world.
Now that Donghuang Taiyi can harbor murderous intent towards Kuafu, what about in the future?
The twelve ancestral witches absolutely could not allow Kuafu, this chosen one of destiny, to meet with any harm!
But now that Hongjun is right in front of him, what exactly does he want to do?
"It's the Dao Ancestor! The Dao Ancestor has appeared!"
"Greetings, Dao Ancestor!"
The demons and the immortals watching from Longevity Mountain all bowed down, their faces filled with respect.
When Hongjun preached in Zixiao Palace, three thousand guests from the mortal world gathered there and received the inheritance of Hongjun's Taoist teachings. From then on, many beings in the prehistoric world had a continuation of cultivation.
After preaching three times, Hongjun merged with the Heavenly Dao and stood on equal footing with it, earning the awe of all living beings in the primordial world.
"I beg the Dao Ancestor to save me."
Donghuang Taiyi revealed a look of wild joy.
As expected.
Destiny is in my hands!
Hongjun glanced at him indifferently and said, "Return to the Heavenly Court. Before your elder brother Dijun emerges from seclusion, you shall not travel through the prehistoric world again."
"Yes, sir!"
Upon hearing this, Donghuang felt relieved, knowing his life was spared.
Although his physical body was destroyed by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, his true spirit still exists. After a period of seclusion and cultivation, he can naturally rebuild his physical body.
The twelve ancestral witches looked pale and then became furious. This was simply too much!
Just as they were considering whether to break ties with Dao Ancestor, Kuafu, who had been quiet all along, suddenly stood up and looked at Dao Ancestor Hongjun, saying, "Dao Ancestor Hongjun, is this really the right thing to do?"
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