Heavenly Martial Arts - 851. Chapter 841

Between Fuxi and Dijun talking and laughing, Dijun took his younger brother Donghuang Taiyi and the demon master Kunpeng together in the second row of seats. As for the remaining demon gods, they were not qualified to sit with them, they were all spontaneous. Sit back.

After Dijun sat down, he greeted Sanqing, Jiuying, Zhunti, etc. in front of him, and talked freely.

Before long, two figures, one red and one yellow, walked in, all looking like middle-aged people. The red figure had scattered hair and a slutty feeling. There was a gourd on the waist, but the figure in yellow robe was dressed as a Taoist. A bun on the head exudes a sense of generosity.

“It turns out that it is Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi two Dao brothers, this emperor has met.” Di Jun stood up and greeted him.

The red robe figure laughed and clasped his fists, saying, “Demon Emperor, it’s been a long time.” Then he unceremoniously reached the side of the second row of Demon Master Kunpeng.

The demon master Kunpeng was a man in grey clothes, exuding an icy breath, and his pupils were extremely deep, like two black holes. Seeing Taoist Hongyun sitting next to him, he just glanced lightly, and then made no more moves.

Huangpao Taoist Zhen Yuanzi also sat over, so the second row was also full.

At this time, a bloody figure exuding a monstrous evil spirit walked into the Zixiao Palace, and when he saw the first two rows that were already full, he snorted and casually found a corner to sit down.

When the people who came later saw him, they all hid far away, unwilling to approach him.

Because this blood-colored figure is named Styx, it is the ancestor of the Asura clan among the worlds of the past. It is powerful and murderous. He has fought against the two most powerful demon roads, Huanglun and Huanwushang. , Although invincible, but not dead, this is enough to prove his strength.

After entering the prehistoric land, he even refined the ghost blood sea transformed by Pangu’s dirty blood. He called himself the ancestor of the Styx River, holding two congenital killing swords, Yuantu and Abi, his fate was passed down, even if he was a demon court. At the peak, Brother Dijun wouldn’t provoke this murderer.

Styx is the most maverick among the many great abilities, but it is undeniable that he is powerful.

As time passed slowly, one by one, famous and powerful people came to this Purple Cloud Palace in droves, and the number soon reached three thousand.

He Heng’s figure slowly appeared on the high platform, overlooking the famous and powerful people below, and said indifferently: “The people are all here, the next sermon begins.”

Sanqing and other powerhouses carefully looked at He Heng now, and were shocked to find that He Heng’s aura became much more empty than when he killed Shenni and Luohu.

As if it didn’t exist anymore.

This phenomenon reminded them of a person.

Chang!

When he was never trapped in the past, he who subverted the heavens and worlds with his own power had a similar temperament.

“Could it be that he has reached the state of Chang?” Sanqing, Jiuyin, Zhunti, Fuxi and other powerhouses were solemn in their hearts.

At this moment, a thunderous rumbling sound came from outside the Zixiao Palace, as if a terrifying force was hitting the palace gate.

He Heng frowned.

“Hongjun boy, before our Wu clan arrives, you just close the door, what do you mean? If you know that you don’t have the ability to teach us, then quickly get out and knock three beeps, and grandpa will let you go! ”

A huge and rude voice came from outside the Zixiao Palace and fell into the ears of everyone in the offering.

So everyone immediately cheered up and looked at He Heng above.

People have been provoked to come to the door of the house, your old man still does not deal with it?

Sanqing and other strong people are even more moved.

I just couldn’t figure out the strength of these people, and now I can test him with the hand of the group of barbarians of the Wu Clan. It is estimated that the head of the Ancestral Witch also has this idea, otherwise it would be impossible to be so provocative.

Under the attention of everyone, He Heng stood up indifferently, looked outside, and said indifferently: “Under the heavenly way, misfortune and goodwill have never been called by oneself, Wu Clan, you are too much!”

Seeing him gently lifted his hand, the door of Zixiao Palace opened immediately, and twelve silhouettes exuding horrible aura stood outside, fierce and terrible, scared the two boys Haotian and Yaochi almost crying.

At the moment the palace gate opened, the twelve ancestor witches rushed into it, but they were shocked to realize that an extremely powerful pressure was covering themselves and others.

A light flashed in He Heng’s eyes, and he flicked his sleeves lightly. Suddenly, the vast and boundless mana penetrated the Zixiao Palace, pressing toward the outside of the palace like a vast ocean.

Affected by this power, the Twelve Ancestral Witch flew upside down and fell into the chaotic space.

“Damn it!” An ancestor witch was furious, and punched the Zixiao Palace. A dazzling light suddenly flashed, rushing over him, and he suddenly vomited blood and flew upside down.

“Zhu Rong!” The other ancestor witches yelled, rushing towards the Purple Cloud Palace angrily, and then they were hit by the same enveloping light.

There are only two Twelve Ancestral Witches left, one is Dijiang and the other is Houtu!

The two looked at the peaceful He Heng in the Zixiao Palace. Finally, Dijiang said first: “Daoist Hongjun, it’s been a long time. You really made the deity look at me with admiration, but my witch clan came to listen to you. Preaching, why not only did you not let us in, but also wounded my ten brothers?”

He Heng said indifferently: “Pan Dao preached today. There are only 3,000 visitors in the Zixiao Palace. You are late, and you have no destiny with Pang Dao. Forced to enter, Pang Dao can only chase the guests.”

Di Jiang’s face sank: “Can’t you give me some face?”

He Heng said: “You, don’t have this face.”

“Huh, do you know the consequences for treating my witch clan like this?” Houtu ancestor witch among the twelve ancestor witches finally spoke, staring at He Heng with hateful eyes.

He Heng glanced at her and said indifferently: “Pan Dao doesn’t know the consequences of offending the Witch Clan, but I think you should understand the consequences of fighting against Pang Dao.”

“You!” Houtu looked at him angrily, and couldn’t help thinking of his father and uncle. All his tragedies were due to this person. Why could he still look at himself so indifferently?

revenge!

Must have revenge!

Houtu roared wildly in his heart.

After so much, she is no longer the heroic emperor Han, but the ancestral witch Houtu who only wants revenge.

He Heng knew her hatred, but he didn’t care.

Does an elephant care about the resentment of ants?

How can the dragon care about the killing intent of the reptile?

Looking at the two people outside the palace indifferently, He Heng said indifferently: “Leaving the Zixiao Palace for a hundred million li, today’s Poor Dao can spare you your life.”

“Really, the deity wants to see who has spared whom!” Dijiang snorted coldly, his body exuded a terrifying suffocation, and his heart was beating frantically, making the entire prehistoric world resonate.

I don’t know when, the ten great ancestral witches stood behind him with Hou Tu, and the evil spirits were intertwined with them and integrated into one body, giving birth to a terrifying phantom.

“Hongjun, let you see the capital of the witch clan, Pangu’s real body!” Di Jiang roared in the terrifying shadow.

He Heng glanced outside and said lightly: “Those who follow the sky will prosper, and those who defy the sky will die!”