Hong Huang: I really don’t want to be the emperor of heaven

The battle at Tianhuoshan was in full swing!

Zhurong fought five people alone, and it was very difficult, especially the opposite Zhulong, which made Zhurong very angry.

His fighting style was just like a loach, slippery and elusive.

And he was not weak at all in interference and attack, which made Zhurong tired of dealing with it. He was exhausted after fighting for a while, and he didn't know where to use his strength. It was really aggrieved.

The Emperor Lin on the side attacked bravely, and his skin was thick. The defense ability of the Qilin real body was not weaker than his Zuwu real body. He didn't suffer much injury after resisting him for a few moves.

These old guys from the three innate tribes who can live to this day are really not simple. They all have strengths, which are manifested in different aspects.

Zhurong became more and more angry. In anger, he directly sacrificed the Tianhuo Flag, and the power of the rules of the avenue ran through the Tianhuo Flag.

In an instant, the sky fire filled the entire sky, and its attack did not distinguish between enemies and friends. Some of the sky fire followed the trend and also hurt the witch clan's own people.

Some people with low cultivation were instantly burned to ashes by the sky fire and returned to the world, leaving nothing behind.

At this time, the attack of Di Lin, Yuan Jin and others arrived. Yuan Jin and the other two used spiritual treasures to release the Phoenix True Fire on the periphery. Di Lin turned into his true body, and Qilin stepped on the sky to suppress everything.

But Zhu Rong didn't care about the attack of Di Lin and others at all, and he took the blow with the true body of the ancestor witch.

Then the Qi locked Zhu Long and launched an attack brazenly. He didn't care about winning or losing. He just wanted to kill this loach. It was too disgusting.

"Loach, die for grandpa!"

Zhu Long was shocked, but after seeing Zhu Rong's contemptuous eyes, he no longer hid. Attack, but took the initiative to attack.

After all, everyone is in the middle stage of quasi-saints. After hiding for a long time, they really think they are weak and can only attack by surprise.

Zhulong's pupils closed, and the power of time burst out, and finally turned into a millstone with countless Dao patterns on it, suppressing Zhurong.

Zhurong felt a force that invaded the ancient times and suppressed time and space, but he did not retreat but advanced, shouting: "Come on!"

Then he punched out, and the power of the Dao rules turned into a fire-shaped giant, the giant looked up to the sky and killed the time millstone.

"Boom!"

The huge collision ripples spread like a circle of light, and some mountains in the distance that collided were instantly burned to dust by the sky fire.

Some creatures and things seemed to have experienced a reincarnation, from birth to death, without any pain, as if they were really old and dead.

The two did not decide the winner after a collision, but then they fought in close combat, fighting fiercely, exchanging injuries, and were injured in just a few rounds.

As time went on, Zhulong gradually lost. Although the two were both in the middle stage of quasi-saints, Zhurong's cultivation was the kind that was about to break through. Zhulong's quasi-saint had broken through with the help of Yinglong, so how could he be better than him?

Seeing this, Di Lin, Yuan Jin and others on the side saw the opportunity and rushed in again, joining the fierce battle and sharing some of the burden for Zhulong.

The two-man battle became one against many again, and the feeling of frustration came again, making Zhurong extremely uncomfortable.

Because Zhulong and others knew very well that none of them could win against Zhurong, and the possibility of failure was still very high.

The power of the ancestor witch is unquestionable, and Zhurong is still the best among the ancestor witches. In fact, it is mainly because the ancestor witch's real body is really difficult to deal with, full of the power of the avenue, and extremely tough.

Only the art of entanglement can make Zhurong exhausted. First, he cannot be allowed to support, and second, when he is exhausted, it is the day of his fall.

In a different dimension, Donghua Shanshi Yuanyang watched this scene quietly, and had no intention of helping.

"Although the method of Zhulong and others is not the best, it is the most effective. The army of the three tribes is far stronger than the army of the Wu tribe. As long as Zhu Rong is held back, it is only a matter of time before he is defeated."

"And maybe Zhu Rong will have to stay here today. Although he is fierce, I don't know how long he can hold on!"

Donghua looked at this war that was already a foregone conclusion and felt bored.

He was certainly very happy that the three tribes could win, but this way of fighting also indirectly showed that Zifu still lacked someone who could stand alone.

Or the person who could stand alone in Zifu has not really grown up yet.

Whether it is Haotian, Da Siming, or Yun Zhongjun, as long as these people break through the middle stage of Quasi-Sage, Zifu's shortcomings will be completely made up.

At that time, Zifu will be a real behemoth, a force that surpasses the two tribes of Wu and Lich in all aspects.

Just when Donghua was thinking, a war in the scene suddenly changed.

It was the battle between Prince Changqin and Tianlong Patriarch.

Changqin was unable to react and was hit by a solid punch from the Tianlong Patriarch on his true body. He was thrown far away and fell to the ground.

A mouthful of the Great Witch's true blood sprayed out uncontrollably, and the Dao power that surged into his body kept destroying his true body, making it difficult for him to move.

But the Tianlong Patriarch would not show mercy. He rushed forward again and punched out. With the power of the Dao, the powerful quasi-saint power rolled up layers of huge waves and directly trapped the world.

A punch to suppress the world!

This is a sure-kill move, and it is also an unsolvable move. Not to mention the current Prince Changqin, even if he is not injured, he may not be able to take it.

And this scene also fell into Zhurong's eyes. He punched away several people with anger and was about to step forward to protect Changqin.

Although he was strict with Changqin, he really liked his son. Although he didn't say it, Changqin had always been his pride.

"Time flows backwards!"

Just when Zhu Rong was about to step forward, Zhulong, who had been repelled, stepped forward again, opened his vertical slits, and the terrifying power of time burst out, turning into a wheel of time that suppressed the world.

Zhu Rong punched out in desperation and went to rescue Changqin, but he underestimated Zhulong's attack. As soon as the wheel of time came into contact, Zhu Rong's attack was instantly turned into nothingness, and then the wheel of time continued to move forward.

Zhu Rong grabbed the Changqin and was about to retreat, but the wheel of time had turned the two of them against the current, and the Changqin in Zhu Rong's hand gradually disappeared.

Because although there is only a short distance between him and Changqin, they are separated by different time and space, so naturally he cannot catch Changqin.

But in real time and space, the attack of Patriarch Tianlong arrived as promised, punching directly through the great witch's true body, and then penetrated the avenue. Changqin turned into specks of light in the unwilling eyes, dissipated between heaven and earth, and returned to his father. God embraces.

When Zhu Rong understood all this, he angrily punched away the wheel of time and returned to the real world, but it was already too late. He witnessed this scene as soon as he returned.

He roared unwillingly: "No!"

At this moment, Zhu Rong's heart seemed to be broken!

He thought a lot. Changqin was his son, a son he had conceived for countless years with the true blood of his ancestral witch. It was also an attempt by the witch clan to expand the number of people in the clan.

But this son looks nothing like him, nor does he look like a member of the witch clan. He often travels around and plays the piano and flute.

But after all, he is his son, connected by blood, and Changqin likes music. He went to Qishan Mountain to collect Fenglai wood and make Yaoqin for him.

Bits and pieces of the past gradually emerged in front of his eyes, which made Zhu Rong heartbroken and he was very unwilling to do so.

But no matter how unwilling he was, Prince Changqin died and nothing was left. This was an indisputable reality.

Zhu Rong looked at everyone present with hatred, and then the sky fire burned all over him, and the terrifying pressure of the avenue spread across the entire place. The true form of the ancestral witch was moving, and the sky fire flag was like a stream of light, directly killing Zhulong, and then he punched everyone back. !

But he himself stood up and punched the ancestor Tianlong to kill him.

He just wants revenge!

Under the coercive attack of the Quasi-Saint Stage, the Heavenly Dragon Ancestor had no time to react and instinctively rose up to resist, but it was of no use. In the panic, he was blasted into nothingness and the avenue collapsed.

After doing all this, Zhu Rong looked around the audience. As far as his eyes could see, there were bodies of tribesmen everywhere, with broken arms and limbs scattered all over the mountains. However, they still did not flinch. They kept resisting and attacking, and looked down upon death.

But no matter how strong the fighting will is, it is still in vain under the absolute strength.

The people of the Wu clan were surrounded by the legions of the three clans. Several people beat one person at a time and were killed without the ability to fight back.

At this moment, Zhu Rong felt infinitely sad in his heart. He did not have the happiness after revenge, only a kind of helplessness and an unknown pain.

"Since it doesn't make any sense, let's die together, sons and daughters. It's me, Zhu Rong, who is sorry for you!"

Then the whole body's avenue circulated, the power of rules surged out from the true body, and the strong evil energy swept the sky with the cooperation of magic power.

Zhu Rong is going to blow himself up!

This is something that no one expected. After all, this battle is not so tragic.

Zhulong and others reacted immediately and wanted to open the river of time and space to escape, but it was already too late.

Zhu Rong's power of Dao rules has locked several people, sealing time and space, and he will have to hold on to a few people before he dies.

"Haha, you bunch of loaches and miscellaneous birds, bury them with me!"

Seeing that there was no hope of escape, Zhulong and others also began to deal with it wholeheartedly, activating the Lingbao crazily and exerting their strength to the extreme.

If you can't escape, then fight!

"What do you mean by this battle?" Donghua, who was in time and space, asked the person next to him.

"I don't know what the point is. You know, I don't like war. If possible, I hope there will never be a war again!"

Donghua smiled and said, "Is this the greatest meaning?"

"You mean war for the sake of no war?"

Donghua nodded and said, "That's what I mean, because I don't like war either."

"So this war should end!"

After Donghua finished speaking, he jumped out of the time and space dimension, came to the battlefield, and then pointed out.

There is no earth-shattering movement in this finger, only a restrained light, accompanied by the power of the great avenue.

With the pointing of this finger, Zhu Rong's gathered strength was suppressed, and the entire battlefield seemed to be broken like a mirror, returning to the moment when Patriarch Tianlong was about to kill Changqin.

Donghua pointed his finger again to disperse the attack of the Tianlong Ancestor.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were full of confusion, as if they didn't understand what was happening.

"Zhu Rong Zuwu, long time no see!"

Donghua stepped forward and said hello to Zhu Rong, then stretched out his hand to grab it, and Changqin appeared beside him.

"Brother Changqin, do you think what I just said is right?"

Changqin lowered his head and shook his head, and said: "Maybe King Dong is right, or maybe he is wrong. Changqin has little knowledge and doesn't know the answer!"

Donghua laughed and said: "That's okay, you will have a long time to get the answer to this question."

Changqin nodded and stopped talking.

Zhu Rong asked in confusion: "Were we in an illusion just now?"

Donghua replied: "It is an illusion, but it is not an illusion. It is a section I cut from the long river of time and space. It is also a possible situation in the future, that is, a situation where I am not here."

"I used the power of time and space to cut it here, so you can feel it."

At this point, everyone understood. It turned out that the situation where several people were ready to fight to the death just now did not exist at all.

It was a waste of joy. When Zhulong and others saw Donghua appear, they thought they could show off in front of His Majesty.

"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. You can kill or cut me up. It's all up to you!" Zhurong's face was ashen, and he didn't say anything about self-destruction and resistance, because it was futile in front of Donghua, even if it was just a good corpse.

Donghua waved his hand and said softly: "Fellow Daoist Zhurong, there is no need to do this. Changqin and I are friends. In the past, when I was in danger in West Kunlun, fellow Daoist Zhurong took the trouble to come to help. I have always remembered this kindness, and today I will repay you."

"Although the time and space fragment just now is only one of the things that may happen in the future, I still hope that fellow Daoist Zhurong will not be so impulsive when encountering things. Father God and the Great Dao have given us life. It is not easy to practice. We should think twice before doing anything."

"I also hope that this memory can really help fellow Daoist Zhurong."

After hearing this, Zhurong did not speak, turned around and looked at the tribesmen on the battlefield, and sighed deeply.

"I, Zhurong, am willing to withdraw from the south, but as the ancestor of Wu Ting, I must participate in the war between Zifu and Wu Ting, and I am willing to die for the Wu Clan. My determination cannot be changed!"

"This time, I, Zhurong, owe you Donghua. If you have any instructions in the future, you can always ask me, and I, Zhurong, will never refuse."

After Zhurong finished speaking, he put away the Skyfire Flag, commanded the Wu Clan to retreat, and left Tianhuoshan Mountain without saying a word.

"Senior, Changqin is also leaving. Thank you for saving my life!"

Changqin bowed deeply to Donghua, and then followed Zhurong and the Wu Clan to leave.

With Zhurong's departure, the war in the south also ended!

Donghua summoned casually, and the Xiantian Five Directions Flag flew out of the sky and fell back into his hand.

"You clean up the battlefield, collect the brothers who died in the battle, and transport them back to Zifu to enjoy the incense of the people in Zifu!"

Everyone answered in unison: "Yes!"

After Donghua finished speaking, he left!

Zhulong and others began to command the army, some of them cleaned up the battlefield, and most of them began to march south of Tianhuoshan Mountain, following closely behind the retreating Zhurong. They occupied the southern cities and tribes and began to take over the entire southern territory!

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