Many children, many blessings, the great witch of blood will dominate the world!

Chapter 202: Supreme Initiation, Successor Breakthrough
boom!
When the Tai Chi Diagram shattered, poisonous light filled the air, and the power of law overwhelmed everything.

boom--

When the poisonous light in the sky dissipated, everyone was horrified to see Taoist Taiqing with a gray face and a gray face. His whole body was dyed purple and black, as if he was going to die at any moment as the source of poison entered his body.

Seeing this situation, both Yuan Yuan and Tong Tian were shocked, feeling astonished and unimaginable.

Even if he is as strong as Senior Brother Taiqing and is vulnerable to a single blow, then what an extremely domineering and poisonous light of law this must be. Just thinking about it makes people scared.

The two Yuanshi took a breath of cold air and subconsciously took a few steps back: "What, how can the laws of creation of these children be so powerful? It's too scary."

Given the character of the three of them, their defenses were completely broken at this time.Even after they returned from listening to the teachings in Zixiao Palace and had Hongjun's guidance, their understanding of the laws was far inferior to those of the descendants of the witch master, which was really unbelievable.

The demon crowd below also screamed in surprise, being greatly frightened and urinating:

"Oh my god, is this the true combat power of the quasi-holy heir? Even the Three Pure Demon Emperors are vulnerable to a single blow?"

"You're so evil. You can't even match Taiqing. Who else can suppress the existence of the Wumen?"

"Could it be that even if the Demon Emperor comes, or even if Dao Ancestor Hongjun comes out of seclusion, the same result will happen?"

Everyone immediately exploded, their faces full of fear and shock, and they were extremely surprised.And this descendant of the witch clan is completely incomprehensible.

They even felt that if the Witch Clan was allowed to develop for a long time, they might not even be able to create descendants of saints. After all, behind the scenes, there was an extremely mysterious Witch Lord sitting in charge, and his methods were not at all inferior to the laws of heaven.

boom!
Taiqing's scalp was also numb, and he was more shocked than before, feeling extremely frustrated.

Until this moment, he couldn't understand that he had been defeated so easily. All his pride was gone. What was left was only deep trauma and loss, and he was extremely dejected:

"What, what kind of amazing realm of laws is this? It's so incredible that it ignores my defense."

Taiqing took a breath, her heart was already in turmoil, and she couldn't calm down for a long time.

Now, let alone inquiring into the truth of the witch sect, these extremely mysterious descendants of blood witches in front of them are like a chasm that cannot be overcome even if all their strength is combined.

"Now he doesn't have a fig leaf to cover up. Let's see how crazy he gets in the future."

The dolls joked, and then asked Taiqing expectantly: "How is it? We are pretty good, right?"

Taiqing forced a smile on his face and murmured, nodding: "Shan, you are worthy of being an authentic Pangu sect, and you have not lost the name of the witch clan. I am very pleased."

When he said this, the corners of Taiqing's mouth were twitching, and his face was burning.

hum-

Suddenly the avenue trembled, and boundless golden light of merit came and enveloped the field.

In the blink of an eye, Sanqing was dumbfounded to see that the cultivation auras of these descendants of the Wu sect who had just come to discuss and give advice had skyrocketed, reaching unimaginable heights.

The Hongmeng spiritual energy was like a golden funnel spinning inwardly, boundless, and the thunder of destruction resounded in the sky.

And at the edge of the vision, streaks of condensed purple energy like pillars came across thousands of miles, circling and flying.

In an instant, the phantoms of the avenue were guarding in all directions, trembling and roaring, as if they had encountered an extremely palpitating existence.

Seeing this scene, Sanqing and everyone in the Yao clan felt their scalps numb and cracked, and they finally understood what the experience baby meant.

If you dare to compete with these people, is there any reward from the Blood Witch Lord?
And this reward is too crazy and too rich. Even a little bit of it can make these saint disciples grab their scalps and make their eyes red with envy.

For a moment, strange thoughts came to mind. Everyone wanted to know whether Lin Xuan still lacked an adopted son.

"Are you crazy? Just give initiations to future generations. How about giving Hongmeng Purple Qi?"

"It's too scary. How could the background of this blood ancestral witch be so defiant? Even if it's Teacher Hongjun, I'm afraid it's not as good as Yuan Yuan." "Hey, with these supreme empowerments, we will probably be indispensable every day in the future. After a severe beating, he became an experience stake of the Witch Clan."

Sanqing gasped, his eyes full of despair, as if he had anticipated this tragic ending.

Compared with Lin Xuan's background, they were pitifully small, trembling in front of Mount Buzhou.

In an instant, the dolls were also excited and cast grateful glances in the direction of the Blood Witch Palace.

"From now on, as long as I beat the three old men once a day, I will be able to realize Hunyuan sooner or later!"

The naughty children left arrogantly and couldn't wait to return to the cave to settle down.

After all, they gained a lot from the competition with Sanqing.

The field was in a mess, and everyone in the demon tribe was stunned on the spot, somewhat silent.

Beaten once a day?
Upon hearing this, everyone was so excited that their legs trembled.The powerful and powerful man of their demon tribe has suddenly become a doormat in the hands of others. He can be beaten whenever he wants. It's crazy.

And Sanqing was finally relieved and breathed a long sigh of relief:

"If we are not sons of human beings, can we only blow ourselves up and flee like Kunpeng did?"

"I don't want to be angry with these dolls every day. If others see it, our brothers will be disgraced."

"It's so hateful. The Blood Ancestral Witch doesn't care about his descendants. They are all demon kings. The whole world will be in chaos."

The three of them gnashed their teeth and were extremely sad and angry.

They were also decisive people. They immediately detonated the Four Immortal Swordsmen and the Three Corpse Incarnations, and charged towards the weak point of the mountain-protecting formation.

Boom!

In an instant, everyone was horrified to see Sanqing and a group of Golden Crows running away in the direction of the Sun Star like dead dogs, not daring to stop for a moment.

Seeing this scene, the Wu Clan army who came to watch the wind was also ashamed and dumbfounded:

"Did I read that correctly? That person seemed to be a spy from the Demon Clan, and he was also a Sanqing brother."

"What, even the Sanqing Demon Emperor was scared away?"

"Tsk tsk, is our Buzhou Mountain so dangerous? Everyone is scared to death. Our clan is obviously very friendly and hospitable."

Everyone murmured and dispersed immediately without causing too much trouble.

As for the evil scion of Lin Xuan's family, they were not surprised.

According to the speed at which Ancestor Lin Xuan takes concubines and gives birth to children, he might be born a saint one day, allowing all the twelve ancestral witches to retire early.

On the hill behind Hongyun Palace, the dolls were also a little disappointed and wished they could chase them to the Demon Court on the spot:
"Huh, these people don't know what's good and they actually ran away. We haven't had enough fun yet."

"This is great, I'm inexperienced baby."

"I wonder who will come to provoke me next time. I really want to fight with Daozu Hongjun."

The naughty children were talking a lot, their eyes shining with hope.

However, Lin Xuan's father had said that the prehistoric world was extremely dangerous and that without the cultivation of a saint, it was best not to go out. The children immediately obeyed and began to practice with concentration.

(End of this chapter)