Honghuang: People in Jiejiao become stronger by adding friends

There was no light between heaven and earth, and it was pitch black.

The space in all directions had been shattered.

Endless smoke filled the air, and countless bloody corpses were scattered.

The sky above Kunlun Mountain after the battle had turned into a ruined ruin.

The Three Pure Ones stood proudly in their original positions, as still as a mountain, and their magic weapons had been put away.

Not to mention injuries, there was not a speck of dust on their bodies.

Their indifferent eyes swept over the group of witches and liches.

The demon cloud was full of corpses of demon kings and demon gods.

It was as if they had turned into dry trees, and were completely drained and sucked dry.

The consumption of the great formation with the power of a saint was astronomical.

Di Jun stood there dumbfounded, with a hint of blood at the corner of his mouth.

His breath was weak, and he looked around with disbelief in his eyes.

The twelve ancestor witches were even bleeding all over.

This was the backlash from the broken formation.

The Dutian Gods and Demons Formation was originally activated by blood.

As the main person in the formation, Dijiang kept vomiting black blood, and his evil spirit was escaping.

He was a great witch and a powerful person at the peak of the Quasi-Sage Realm.

He couldn't even condense his evil spirit.

You can imagine how deep the injury was.

Countless powerful people quickly retracted their gazes and dared not spy on Kunlun Mountain.

Mount Xumi, Western Religion, two figures sat side by side.

The tall and thin one was Jie Yin, and the fat and short one was Zhunti.

Jie Yin's face was full of pain, and he closed his eyes in despair.

"Amitabha, the strength of the Three Pure Ones is indeed unfathomable."

"I underestimated them before."

He thought that he and Yuanshi were both saints.

Their strength must be about the same.

In this way, he is definitely not the opponent of any of the Three Pure Ones.

Zhunti clenched his fists and showed resentment on his face.

"Useless liches, I thought they could do anything."

"Is this the character of the protagonist of this world catastrophe?"

Since the Purple Sky Palace, the Three Pure Ones have looked down on the two saints of the West.

The hatred between the two sides is even stronger.

Originally, the Three Pure Ones did not care about it because they were fellow disciples.

Until the establishment of the Western Church, any Western disciples who went to the East were discovered.

They would inevitably be punished by the disciples of the Xuanmen.

The Three Pure Ones never gave face to the two saints of the West.

They also wanted to use the power of the liches to severely injure the Three Pure Ones.

Test the details of the Three Pure Ones.

Now it seems that the liches and witches have a chance of winning if they join forces to fight a saint alone.

But the Three Pure Ones are of the same origin and brothers of the same heart.

Even if the liches cooperate, how can they be their opponents?

In the Wahuang Palace, Fuxi saluted respectfully in the hall.

"Sister, we are also considered to be members of the demon clan."

"I used the luck of the demon clan to cultivate and became a saint first."

"The demon clan is in trouble today. You can't just stand by and watch them die."

Nuwa looked at Fuxi who came to plead for mercy with a complicated look in her eyes.

The two of them transformed from Buzhou Mountain.

They supported each other and called each other brother and sister, and they had a deep relationship.

They fought for the sainthood in Zixiao Palace.

She got a cushion with the help of her brother Fuxi.

Then they joined the demon clan and won the throne at the beginning of the establishment of the demon clan.

The muddy water in Kunlun Mountain... is deep.

With the strength shown by the Three Pure Ones.

If she is not careful, she may also be in danger.

The sword formation of the Immortal Execution that reaches the sky must be broken by the Four Saints.

It is possible to trap herself or even kill her.

Nuwa hesitated for a moment, her eyelashes trembling.

She slowly loosened her clenched fist and sighed.

"Forget it, I believe that Daoist Taiqing will give me some face for the sake of the human race."

"Don't worry, brother. Even a saint cannot kill those who have deep karma with the witches and demons."

"This matter... is all my repayment for the karma of the demon race."

Seeing Nuwa agreed, Fuxi just responded calmly.

He was not excited at all.

He also knew the danger of Kunlun Mountain now.

But... there is a cause and effect after all.

The Styx in the deepest part of the Netherworld Blood Sea exclaimed.

"Taiqing is indeed the strongest saint, and he is definitely qualified."

"Yuanshi has always been low-key, and now it seems that he is second only to Taiqing."

"As for Tongtian... the sword formation of Zhuxian that can only be broken by the Four Saints, no one can defeat it."

"The Three Purities are of the same origin, I'm afraid no one dares to provoke them!"

"This lich... is it crazy?"

...

Countless saints and quasi-saints in the prehistoric world were shocked by the fact that the lich climbed Kunlun Mountain together.

They were even more shocked by the result of the Three Purities' attack to suppress the two formations.

They broke two formations with the power of saints in three moves.

Obviously, ordinary saints are not good enough in front of the Three Purities.

In the Eight Scenery Palace of Kunlun Mountain, Xuandu was stunned.

"Master and the others... are they so strong?"

Luo Xuan looked like he was watching the fun, his eyes wide open, and he laughed.

"I told you, we'll win,You are panicking for no reason. "

There is still something left to say.

As long as the Three Pure Ones do not separate, Hongjun can fight.

Now it seems that there should be no exaggeration in this statement.

Xuandu is worthy of being the eldest brother of Xuanmen.

The ability to accept is strong.

His expression quickly calmed down and he chuckled.

"Brother Luo, do you think the master is stronger, the second uncle is stronger, or the third uncle is stronger?"

Luo Xuan looked at Xuandu with a face full of resentment.

"Brother Luo, don't ask me such a life-threatening question."

"Master and the others are all angry."

"If I give a bad answer, won't it cost me my life?"

He slowly stood up and said with a faint smile.

"Let's go out and see what a miserable end the two tribes of witches and liches will have if they dare to offend the saint. "

The group left the Bajing Palace, and the mountains and plains were full of disciples from the three sects of Xuanmen watching the fun.

Everyone's face was filled with shock and excitement.

With a powerful sect and a strong backer, they were naturally happy.

"Brother Luo, Brother Huang, three senior brothers, are you all here?"

The Bull Demon King came over with Lu Yue and Shi Ji.

He pointed to the battlefield in the distance and said in surprise.

"When the master used the Four Swords of Zhuxian, he was almost killed by the King of the East."

"That was before he became a saint, so he showed mercy."

"How come someone dares to let the master use the sword now? Is it just practicing but not braining?"

Luo Xuan's expression was a little strange, and he smiled.

"It's almost the same. He really doesn't have much brain. ”

There is no need to say much about the Wu clan, their brains can crack walnuts, and they are nothing but muscles.

As for the demon clan, they are also mainly based on the body.

There is a domineering Emperor Di Jun, who is arbitrary and arbitrary.

Obviously, he does not have a very good brain.

Kunpeng is a pure traitor, and he wishes the demon court would be destroyed.

So he is smart, but he can't offer any useful strategies.

In the ruins, Di Jun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked around.

Kunpeng and the ten quasi-saints were all weak.

Any Daluo can kill them all.

Di Jun recalled the shocking scene just now, and his mind trembled again.

The Three Pure Ones... must not be provoked!

As an emperor, the Supreme Nine, this is the first time he has suffered such a loss.

He cast a resentful look at Kunlun, but had to see the current situation clearly, and whispered.

"As expected of the Three Pure Ones, he has the strength. I have brought shame upon myself. Goodbye! "

After saying that, the lich set out to leave Kunlun Mountain.

The old man, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said indifferently.

"When did I allow you to leave the mountain?"