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Chapter 69: He resisted the saint's attack and the whole audience was petrified!

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The scene of the ancestral witch disappearing into ashes did not appear. On the contrary, Hongjun was caught off guard and subconsciously took two steps back with a confused and surprised look on his face!
Di Jun and Tai Yi were also shocked. They had always been the Demon Emperor of Heaven and thought that they were almost invincible. But now they saw the real shock and felt that they were as ignorant and fragile as children in front of these ancestral witches.

In front of these twelve ancestral witches, these demon emperors and demon saints are like the light of fireflies, and they cannot be compared at all!
It’s so unbelievable that even all the powerful men of the Demon Clan combined may not be as powerful as the other party. It’s so terrifying that it’s unacceptable!
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Both Di and Jun's scalps were numb and their lips were trembling. They shook their heads wildly and murmured: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. How can these ants and reckless men be so powerful? If it's fake, it must be fake!"

Everyone in the Demon Court rubbed their eyes wildly, feeling that what they saw in front of them was all an illusion. Their weak hearts were greatly shocked and could not recover for a long time.

It's so crazy. A group of quasi-saints and reckless men who have not cultivated their souls can actually resist a saint's attack. What kind of monster's physical defense is this!

If the other party and the Wu Clan are allowed to develop, the future of the prehistoric era is simply unimaginable. Who else is the opponent of the Wu Clan? The combined forces of all parties are not enough!
In fact, will even the Zixiao Palace be surpassed by the Wumen and overthrown by the Twelve Ancestral Witches?

At this moment, Zixiao's three thousand guests were all silent. They felt terrible for their crazy ideas, and felt fear and threats in their hearts!

Everyone was frightened and angry, hiding behind Dao Ancestor in fear. Only the protection of Zixiao Palace in front of them could make them feel a little safer. The Wumen's heritage and strength were so amazing, far beyond their imagination and understanding!
Even the Demon Court, where the lich and witches competed for hegemony, was completely outclassed. It was not a power level existence at all, and it was not even worthy of carrying shoes for the ancestral witches!
It's no wonder that people like Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin dare to talk to Hongjun like this. They are full of confidence and their strength cannot be underestimated!
At this time, all the ancient powerful men were deeply shocked, with complex and solemn expressions on their faces. They stared at the unmoving Twelve Ancestral Witches, feeling that they were unfathomable and extremely evil.

Kunpeng's expression also became extremely excited. He always thought that he could stand alone and pursue the path of a saint after seizing the futon throne.

But now that he looked at it, he realized that he was just as insignificant as an ant, and his cultivation and strength were far from enough to compare with these ancestral witches.

At this moment, his expression was extremely cold and solemn. He was not as arrogant and proud as before. He even had extremely incredible thoughts. Could it be that these ancestral witches can really attain enlightenment and become saints?
Oh my god, this idea is too scary and evil. There are twelve saints in this sect. Who else is the opponent of the witch sect? Even Taoist Hongjun has to bow his head!

Just thinking about it makes people feel scared. This kind of thing must not happen!
In an instant, Demon Master Kunpeng was jealous and ferocious to the extreme. He wanted to obliterate and plot the future of the witch sect at all costs, especially the extremely mysterious Lord of Ten Thousand Witches, who must be destroyed!
"Damn it, the Twelve Ancestral Witches are so ridiculously strong, so crazy!" Kunpeng's heart sank to the bottom, his eyes were full of fear, and he even trembled all over, regretting that he had joined the Demon Court and was bound to people like Di Jun. Together!
Nowadays, the Wumen's lineup and power are far beyond everyone's imagination. They can no longer take it lightly. Even the Taoist ancestors do not dare to look down on the opponent.

At the same time, the shock and anger in Hongjun's heart was not at all inferior to that of the disciples on the side. His heart was beating so hard that he had already stirred up a storm, and his scalp was numb and roaring!
It’s too crazy and unimaginable. Are these reckless men really in the quasi-sage realm, not true saints? ?
It was simply outrageous. What a monster with such an extremely physical talent, he could actually withstand a blow from his saint without getting hurt. Hongjun was so furious that he almost vomited blood.

At this moment, he could no longer remain calm, his face was completely speechless, and he was shocked by the powerful foundation of Wumen.

If the founder of Wumen was a slightly larger grasshopper and ant before, now, Hongjun has already felt threatened, like a thorn in his side that must be eradicated, otherwise it will be difficult to feel at ease!

What is most difficult for Hongjun to understand is why these twelve ancestral witches have transformed so much. Their strength is far beyond ordinary, even beyond the understanding of heaven. They can even leapfrog and fight at the quasi-sage level. They are extremely evil!
If these people were allowed to practice to the pinnacle of quasi-sage, or even the early stage of sainthood, wouldn't they threaten the existence of his Zixiao Palace?
Suddenly, Hongjun's face twitched, he felt completely guilty and uneasy, and his eyes shone with fear and solemnity.

"Teacher, how could this be? Have you retained a lot of strength?" The concerned voices of Di Jun and Tai Yi came, making Hongjun's face darken, like the bottom of a pot.Even if it is just a casual blow, it still represents the strength of the holy realm, which is definitely not something that an ant quasi-sage can compete with and estimate.

What's more, the Twelve Ancestral Witches also didn't unleash their full strength and had all kinds of trump cards that they didn't use. This feeling of being beyond their control made Hongjun extremely unhappy and frowned.

But now, he has only just begun to conform to the way of heaven, and it is important to plan the calamity and the development of the fate of the world. It is not yet time for a showdown with the Wu clan.

Hongjun took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, made a decision, and glanced meaningfully at the ancestral witches.

"Hmph, after all, you are a reckless man who has not cultivated your soul. Your future achievements will be limited. I would like to see how far you can grow."

Daozu snorted coldly in his heart, calmed down completely, regained his indifferent expression, and pretended to be profound.

The most important thing is that he is now the only saint in the world. He plays chess from a high position. Why should he put himself in danger to touch the edge and momentum of the Wumen?It would be extremely stupid to try to use such useful chess pieces as Yaoting and Sanqing.

Hongjun sneered ferociously, as if he had a well-thought-out plan to control the Witch Clan.

With his guidance and support from behind, people like Yaoting and Sanqing will realize the Hunyuan Dao sooner or later, and then they will be able to use their swords to kill people. Just like the previous Dao-Devil fight, they can easily remove the thorns in the ancestral witch's head.

The Taoist Patriarch flicked his sleeves, and the clouds were calm and the wind was gentle. After missing a hit, he was very well-mannered and not angry. He sat calmly on the Taoist platform and followed the operation of the heaven, as if he didn't care about the ancestral witches.

"Shan, I'm just trying it out a little bit. You are quite good, and you are qualified to pass on my three thousand wonderful techniques."

Hongjun nodded slowly, Gu Jing remained calm, and there was no emotion or anger in his tone.

Dijun and Taiyi: "..."

Sanqing was dumbfounded:! !

Such a scene instantly shocked all the disciples. Looking at this posture, did Master Hongjun acknowledge the strength of the witch sect and allow the twelve ancestral witches to listen together?
(End of this chapter)