mtl008 Chapter 212 The Conspiracy Against Wu Zhuangguan
Chapter 212 The Conspiracy Against Wu Zhuangguan
Buzhou Mountain.
The twelve evil spirits shocked the world.
It is the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
For thousands of years, they have completely refined the essence of the primordial spirit.
All the ancestral witches gave birth to primordial spirits.
Not only that, but their primordial spirits are on par with their cultivation bases.
"Witch clan, they don't respect the way of heaven, they only respect God the Father."
"The quasi-sage peak, broken."
The Twelve Patriarchal Witch roared, and the sound spread to all parts of the prehistoric world.
In an instant.
The evil spirit surged and gathered towards Buzhou Mountain.
boom!
boom!
Twelve muffled sounds came out of nowhere.
Immediately afterwards, twelve giants with 99 million feet in length appeared in the Great Desolate Continent.
They have different shapes and exude a terrifying atmosphere.
With bone spurs and a bloody mouth, it is an out-and-out ferocious monster.
"Honghuang, you should respect our witch clan."
The Twelve Patriarchal Witches looked up to the sky and shouted.
Their voices attracted all the witches.
In an instant, ghosts and wolves howled in Buzhou Mountain.
"Is this the pinnacle of quasi-sage?"
"So powerful."
Xing Tian waved his relatives, feeling the power of the law of force.
Now, he is sure to defeat most of the ancestral witches.
The law of force is the original law of Godfather Pangu.
Now being controlled by Xing Tian, it can be described as terrifying.
"At the peak of the quasi-sage, there are 12 people in my witch clan, how can the monster clan compare with us?"
"When all the witch clan deploys the Twelve Capitals of the Gods and Demons, we will have the power to slaughter the saints."
Di Jiang said slowly, he was imposing, as if everything in the world was under his control.
The witch clan can be regarded as really strong.
The ninety ancestral witches who survived the war between humans and witches have now become powerful in the mid-term quasi-sage.
Not only that, but Xiang Liu and Yu Shi have reached the late stage of Zhunsheng.
Their witch clan is a natural protagonist, and they should be in charge of the prehistoric world.
The way of heaven, Hongjun Daozu.
It's all bullshit, it's just stealing the world created by God the Father.
In the future, the Wu Clan must kill Tiandao and Hongjun to recover the lost land.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches have already imagined the bright future.
The Wu clan became the masters of the prehistoric world.
The other races are just the slaves and blood food of the Wu clan.
"Brother, the most urgent thing is Wuzhuang Temple."
Zhu Jiuyin said.
If the red cloud is destroyed and the primordial purple energy is captured, then a saint can be born in their witch clan.
With saints in charge, the Wu clan will be stronger.
"Zhen Yuanzi, Hong Yun, they are sure to die."
Is Zhu Rong furious? His eyes are full of anger.
Last time, he was overshadowed by Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun.
This time, no matter whether it was a group fight or a one-on-one fight, he didn't hesitate at all.
Zhu Rong was extremely excited by Zhu Rong's cultivation at the pinnacle of the quasi-sage.
"Congratulations fellow Taoists."
In the distance, Fuxi's voice suddenly came.
He was dressed in golden clothes, showing the aura of domineering.
For thousands of years, Fuxi has been looking forward to the birth of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, so that they can win the primordial purple energy for him.
"It turned out to be fellow Taoist Fuxi, I finally expected you to come here."
Dijiang gave Fuxi a smiling face hypocritically.
This urging ghost has been sending news to the witch clan for thousands of years, urging the ancestor witches to do it.
Di Jiang has long been impatient with this.
If it weren't for the great karma between the Wu clan and Fuxi, Di Jiang would have beaten Fuxi to death long ago.
Of course, Fuxi also has a sage sister, who can eat a lot of soft food.
Now that the twelve ancestor witches have all broken through to the quasi-sage peak, Di Jiang will have confidence.
Nuwa is a girl, although she is a saint, but Dijiang no longer loves her.
With strength, it is so arrogant and domineering.
"Everyone, when do you want to make a move?"
"Sister Nuwa is watching in the dark, don't make any fools of me."
Fu Xi didn't give Di Jiang a good look, and said impatiently.
During the millennium, Fuxi tried to contact Nuwa, but Nuwa had already retreated.
Fuxi didn't worry too much, he just thought that his sister was just practicing normally.
Anyway, he is the elder brother of the sage Nuwa, and no one in the prehistoric world would dare to kill him.
Fuxi, but someone with a background.
"Do it now, I will definitely grab the Primordial Purple Qi for Fellow Daoist Fuxi."
"Hongyun is just a fool, only fellow Taoist Fuxi is worthy of having the foundation of holiness."
Zhu Jiuyin said slyly, her tone seemed to be flattering Fuxi.
"Then it will be hard work for all the ancestor witches."
"As long as Pindao becomes a saint, he will protect the witch clan."
Fuxi was full of joy, he was only one step away from becoming a saint.
"Then let's go and wipe out Wuzhuang Temple."
Dijiang, Fuxi, and other ancestral witches.
They walked into the gate of space and rushed to Wuzhuang Temple.
Shouyang Mountain.
Eight Views Palace.
Lao Tzu, who was refining alchemy, suddenly stopped.
After this stop, the Nine Rank Golden Elixir that was about to be released turned into black slag.
"Junior Sister, I didn't expect you to be in seclusion, so don't blame Senior Brother."
"I don't know if you will go crazy if Fuxi dies."
There was a stern expression on Lao Tzu's face, he must make Nu Wa pay the price.
Fuxi took the twelve ancestral witches to Wuzhuang Temple, and a fierce battle was bound to break out.
If Fuxi accidentally dies, there will be something to play with.
Laozi sacrificed the heavens to celebrate the clouds, stirring up the secrets of the prehistoric.
In an instant, the secret is not revealed.
Lao Tzu covered up the secret, Nuwa can't protect Fuxi all the time now.
This is Lao Tzu's poisonous plan, to let Nu Wa taste the pain of losing her brother.
Yuanshi, Tongtian, and the two saints of the West.
They also felt that Tianji had been tampered with in an instant, but they did not intervene.
Watching a play, who wouldn't?
Tongtian ordered all his disciples to retreat to Jinbie Island to avoid being plotted against.
The same is true for Yuan Shi and others.
33 Chongtian.
Styx Dojo.
"It's finally coming, I really can't wait."
"The last ray of primordial purple energy is quite intense."
"I didn't expect Lao Tzu to make a move too. It's really interesting."
Ming He ate the bear's paw and watched the play leisurely.
"System, do you think this deity is the villain behind the prehistoric scene?"
Styx was bored and started bullying the system again.
But the system ignored him.
"The prehistoric world is behind the scenes, and this deity is indeed an old coin."
"Heaven did not give birth to me, Styx, forcing the way of the ages is like a long night."
"It's wonderful to use the prehistoric world as a chessboard and all living beings as chess pieces."
Styx muttered to himself and fell into silence.
With great strength, he can only play with sentient beings and barely maintain his life.
Zixiao Palace.
Daoist Hongjun had a sense of immortality, with a calm expression on his face.
The catastrophe of the red cloud was originally a predetermined number in heaven and earth.
But amidst this, Hongjun felt faintly uneasy.
It seemed that there was a bureau slowly approaching him.
That breath seemed to be a magic way.
But Luohu, didn't he escape from the prehistoric world?
Could this be Luo Hu's backhand?
Hongjun couldn't figure it out.
Five Village Views.
Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun suddenly felt palpitations.
The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.
A strong enemy is attacking them.
"Book from the ground, map of heaven and earth, go!"
Zhen Yuanzi re-fortified the formation, just in case.
Rumble!
There was a loud noise.
"Zhen Yuanzi, Hong Yun."
"Come out and die!"