The Prehistoric Kunpeng Will Never Give Way

Demon Emperor Jun hurriedly reorganized the Zhoutian Star Fighting Array. In Emperor Jun's experience, after the Wu Clan made a blow, they would definitely have to rest for a while.

This was caused by the powerful backlash of the Twelve Capital Tianshen Great Array, and even those who were strong like the Twelve Ancestral Witch had to slow down.

"Come on! As long as your twelve ancestor witches get down, the entire witch race, who else can resist my monster race's attack!"

A look of madness flashed in Di Jun's eyes, and he did nothing to achieve his goal!

Even if it was to use the lives of hundreds of millions of monsters in exchange for the twelve ancestor witches to be dragged down, Di Jun felt that it was worth it.

Even if the billions of demon soldiers died, as long as their brothers did not fall, they would be able to pull up the demon team again at any time.

As the Demon Emperor, Di Jun was never a soft-hearted person.

However, just as the Demon King shouted again and again, and Zhou Tianxingdou's great formation was once again laid down, among the witches, the figure of the Great God Pangu actually raised the god-opening axe again!

"How is this possible? How can the rest interval of the Wu Clan be shortened so much?"

Di Jun looked unwilling to believe that, in the last fight, Pangu Great God took a full break after pouring tea!

But now in such a short period of time, the Twelve Ancestral Witch slowed down and launched another attack.

Di Jun didn’t know that this was the contribution of Kunpeng’s ancestors. Kunpeng helped the Witch tribe to worship the 12th-city gods of the Great Formation Flag. This not only increased the power of this great formation, but also made ten The backlash suffered by the second ancestor witch has been reduced a lot.

The twelve-stroke god banner bears the backlash for the twelve ancestor witches!

This change in time seemed insignificant, but it was particularly fatal to the entire monster race.

If Di Jun had not re-arranged the Zhoutian Star Dou formation, the Twelve Ancestral Witch had already launched another attack, what would it be like?

I'm afraid that at that time, it was not their demon clan that consumed the twelve ancestor witches, but the twelve ancestor witches killed several of them with an axe!

Without the protection of Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Array, Di Jun and the others could not even escape the random blow of Pan Gu Void.

It is precisely because of this that when seeing the Great God Pangu attacking again, Di Jun's heart was completely flustered.

"All fellow daoists, gather the stars!"

Di Jun commanded loudly, and countless monster races moved after hearing the sound, and the star gods all worked together.

The demon clan fights step by step, reverses yin and yang, confuses the universe, and desperately resists the Wu clan's attack.

At this time of life and death, no one dared to distract him, all the demons had to work hard!

"Boom!"

The god axe fell, the galaxy burst!

The Pan Gu axe fell again, but the power reduced was very limited, which made Di Jun's heart sink again.

The plan to consume the Witch Clan didn't seem to go so smoothly.

The Four Emperors knew this battle strategy well, but now, if this goal could not be achieved, then continuing to fight with the Witch Clan would only be at their expense.

After all, the backlash suffered by the twelve ancestor witches can be recovered after the war, and the hundreds of millions of demon soldiers killed and wounded by the demon clan will take some time to slowly accumulate.

It is precisely because of this that the four demon emperors all hesitated in their hearts, wondering whether they should continue to fight.

At the same time, Kun Peng silently glanced at the battlefield. He quietly took out the black gourd, opened the mouth of the gourd, and activated this treasure against the dumpling-like corpse.

A slight pulling force flowed, and all the corpses were collected into the treasure gourd.

At the same time, the scattered limbs and broken arms, the blood spattering everywhere, and the boundless death in the sky were all collected by the ancestor Kunpeng unceremoniously.

However, Kunpeng ancestor was not the only one who wanted to pick up on the Lich battlefield of Nuo Da.

Many of these monster races, witch races, and war-dead creatures are powerful people, and this is also a very precious resource for some special monks.

It is precisely because of this that the ancestor Kunpeng's practice of eating alone at this time caused dissatisfaction among other creatures in an instant.

The eight great Luo Jinxians quickly discovered that these blood and corpses had been taken by Kunpeng, and their eight brothers joined hands and surrounded the place where Kunpeng was.

At this time, Kun Peng concentrated on collecting the corpses and didn't care about them at all.

And the concealing supernatural powers that Kunpeng used before also made it impossible for these few Daluo Jinxians to tell who is in the clouds.

"A rat who hides his head and reveals his tail! How dare to snatch my Pan King's resources, you are looking for death!"

The headed Daluo Jinxian was wearing a five-color linen, his body looked extremely powerful, this was the King of Southern Xinjiang Pan.

Next to him are seven of his own brothers, all of whom are physically strong.

When Ji Meng saw eight great Luo Jinxian coming up to find faults, while Kun Peng was busy collecting the corpses, he took advantage of the situation and said:

"You go collect what you want, and we haven't taken any action to snatch it, so I'll persuade you to leave at the same speed!".

The Great God Jimeng is unwilling to cause trouble, but he is not afraid of it.

Therefore, when he opened his mouth, he was persuading the other party, and he didn't mean to make a move.

After all, Kun Peng is also an ancestor of the party, he has an identity, and he casually kills some juniors, and has the demeanor of his own demeanor.

So in other words, these cultivators are too weak to be qualified to be killed by Kunpeng at all.

King Pan was also a rising star on the side, he was choked by Ji Meng's words, and the two thick eyebrows raised in anger.

"Our brothers are on the side of each other. No one has ever dared to talk to me like this. Today I want to know if we don't retreat, what will happen?"

King Pan laughed. From his point of view, Kun Peng was hiding in the clouds, and he didn't even dare to show up.

However, King Pan was so rampant, his knowing how to advance and retreat caused Ji Meng's brows to frown, and he threw out a spirit treasure.

"Since you want to know, don't regret it!"

The broken sky imprint flew to nine days, this divine imprint was good at facing the wind, and instantly transformed into a ten thousand sacred mountain, and then fell like thunder.

"Boom!"

King Pan couldn't dodge, and was directly smashed on the cover of the heavenly spirit by that god seal, and the yellow and white things were scattered all over the place for a while, and a big Luo Jinxian died instantly.

The broken sky seal, specifically to break your sky spirit cover!

"Big Brother!"

The other seven brothers saw that Ji Meng killed his eldest brother with one move. They exclaimed, and before they could react, Ji Meng stretched out his hand, and the broken heavenly seal had been smashed again.

In a short while, all the eight immortals fell, and all the heavenly spirits were broken!

It's not that they didn't escape or block, but they couldn't escape or stop, and they were smashed to death by the broken sky in an instant.

In the midst of the calamity, they are in danger of being robbed at any time. They thought they were just here to pick up cheap ones, but somehow they lost their lives.

Ji Meng is not a kind person to be deceived, and given you a chance, if you don't grasp it, you can only find death.

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