Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 931 Are you really going to kill us? !

On both sides of his left and right hands, there were two red fire snakes entwined, and above his earlobes, there were two thin small snakes hanging.

The whole person was filled with fire, and endless Dutian divine fire surrounded him, and his face was filled with anger.

This is the Dharmakāya! The natural Dharmakāya of the Wu Clan!

The other person looked very similar to Zhurong, but his skin color was opposite.

The whole body was surrounded by a large black robe, which was like a black collar. Looking closely, one could see that it was a golden black silk cloud pattern on the clothes.

The dark black dragon under his feet was exactly the same as the fire dragon, but it was made of Xuanyin True Water.

A green snake wrapped around his arm, and water vapor surrounded him like flames, heavy and cold. Wherever the water vapor was entangled, even flames would be frozen into nothingness.

Water gods work together!

Murong Ji looked at the two of them with a serious expression. Among all the ancient witches, their strength could be ranked among the top five.

The fact that they were able to ignore Dijiang's control shows how powerful they are.

Now that Houtu is in seclusion to attain enlightenment, there is no one to supervise them.

The surrounding witches were horrified and excited when they saw the two ancestors fighting again, and couldn't help but shout in unison to cheer them on.

Murong Ji's face darkened, and he went up to slap the leaders of the two tribes, a witch. "Pa! Pa!" Two slaps, and the two men became obedient.

Looking at the Wu Clan on both sides shouting and cheering, Murong Ji frowned and shouted, "Shut up!"

Soul searching and voice transmission!

The rumbling sound reached the ears of every witch, like a bolt from the blue, and it startled all the witches.

The voice gradually died down, and looking at Murong Ji's face full of anger, he couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

Murong Ji took a few steps forward, grabbed the collar of the leader of the Gonggong tribe, pulled him over, and asked in a stern voice: "What's going on between the two of them!"

The leader of the Gonggong tribe was speechless. Murong Ji was so angry that he slapped him again. After knocking him to the ground, he looked at the leader of the Zhurong tribe with a gloomy look.

"You tell me!"

"Your Majesty, the two of them were together because of a witch. The witch had made an engagement with Cheng according to the etiquette of the human race, but...she slept with Da."

Murong Ji: "..."

The corner of his mouth twitched, "I'm talking about the two ancient witches! Gonggong and Zhurong!"

"Aren't those two ancient witches fighting each other? This... isn't normal."

Murong Ji was so angry that he kicked the leader again, causing him to fall over. "Normal?! Have you ever seen a life-and-death duel?"

"How long have they been like this!"

"It's been...a few years..."

Murong Ji turned around and shouted, "Go back! Keep your people in check. If anyone dares to cause trouble again, don't blame me for killing them! Get lost!"

With an angry shout, the two witch tribes returned to the tribal base in a silent manner.

The people of the Wu Clan are belligerent and admire the strong, but the class structure within the clan is rigid and everything is measured by blood.

Dayi was stripped of his witch blood by Murong Ji and became a pure-blooded human, although he still had the strength and treatment of a great witch.

But compared with Xingtian, there is no comparison at all. All the people in the Houtu tribe tacitly agree that Xingtian is the next generation leader.

But Dayi no longer has the qualification to inherit.

Murong Ji looked up and saw the two witch ancestors walking and fighting above his head, with endless laws of water and fire pouring down on the earth.

Wherever it passed, there was either a sea of ​​fire or a swamp of water.

Mountains and rivers were shattered, water and fire intertwined, thunder and lightning surged, and countless lives were annihilated in the aftermath of the battle between the two.

If this kind of harm continues, it will be no less catastrophic than the disaster caused by ten golden crows burning the prehistoric land! After all, they are more powerful, and the residual power of the battle will definitely not be small.

"Crack!"

A loud thunder sounded, and in an instant, an endless sea of ​​clouds surged, water vapor rose, and fire surged. A large number of clouds gathered in the sky, and continuous thunder was born.

Sudden fire and heavy rain stretched for tens of thousands of miles. Water and fire invaded each other. The two laws restrained each other. Under the full-force collision, the power here was many times stronger than the normal water and fire laws.

In the blink of an eye, the two ancient witches disappeared in front of Murong Ji. Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat, [Not good!]

Without thinking any more, he flew up on his sword and chased after the two of them.

He took out the Xuanhuojian, gathered the endless Dutian Divine Fire, and evaporated countless water vapors, guiding the water vapor to gather in the low-lying areas to form a lake.

He chased after them at high speed with his sword, and watched the two of them getting more and more excited as they fought. Murong Ji's anger also grew.

They flew straight towards the hillside of Zhou Mountain.

Murong Ji was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help wondering, is the collapse of Zhoushan inevitable? ! Then his eyes became firm, and he quickly flew after him on his sword.

At the same time, Murong Ji directly placed the Fulong Ding on Zhoushan Mountain to stabilize the power of heaven and earth in the entire Zhoushan Mountain.

At this time, Zhou Shan, the power of heaven and earth was melted into the Fulong Ding, but the ground veins had not been sorted out yet. Otherwise, with the formation set up by Murong Ji, even if they all crashed to death, this pillar of heaven would not fall!
Countless forces of heaven and earth surged, running through the Fulong Ding, and the vigorous spiritual energy, evil spirits, and the pivot of heaven and earth circulated.

Murong Ji looked up again and saw that the two men were fighting fiercely, with countless calamity energies surrounding them.

His face turned grim and he flew towards the two of them rapidly, dragging the Sky-Flipping Seal.

There is no time to worry about anything else at this moment. If they really let them break the pillar of heaven, the human race in the east will surely suffer heavy casualties!
Thinking of this, he showed no mercy. He raised a seal and smashed it down on Gonggong's chest.

Gold Label Pegasus!
"bump!"

With a muffled sound, the weapon hit Gonggong's chest, squeezing his chest and causing a mouthful of blood to spurt out.

The vigorous pressure from heaven and earth directly knocked Gonggong off Mount Zhou and landed in a mountain range outside Mount Zhou, causing a large section of the mountain range to collapse.

The original mountain range turned into a huge deep pit, with water flowing from all directions converging here.

Murong Ji was too lazy to care whether Gonggong was alive or dead. He turned to look at Zhurong beside him. Seeing that Zhurong was eager to fight, he couldn't help but sneer.

"Since you like fighting so much, I'll fight with you." As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand and endless palm prints came out, hitting Zhu Rong.

Moon-watching palm!
Palm prints filled the sky and covered Zhurong's body, as densely as raindrops. The wind created by the Moon-Gazing Palm pressed the Dutian Divine Fire that Zhurong had released back into his body.

What avenue?!

What is the divine fire?
Under the endless palm prints, everything turned into nothingness. The palm prints fell on Zhu Rong's vital points and acupuncture points, directly blocking the flow of magic power in his body.

This is not the full power of the Moon-Gazing Palm. If it were to be used with full power, the dense concentration of palm prints would be able to smash Zhu Rong into nothingness.

"what!!"

Zhu Rong was suppressed so uncomfortably that he could not help but shout. His aura surged and flames rose up. In a short period of time, he actually reached the realm of Hou Tu.

Infinitely close to the power of a saint!

But it only surprised Murong Ji that Zhu Rong's achievements in the Great Way of Fire were even further than those of Dong Huang and Di Jun!
Unfortunately, it is not enough! The reason why Hou Tu is Hou Tu is because she has walked out of her own path.

Strictly speaking, Hou Tu in that state was already a saint.

As long as she wanted, she could become a saint at any time. However, she felt that the sainthood she achieved was not something she cultivated herself, but was born in response to the calamity. She felt a little unbalanced compared to the saints she knew.

But this Zhu Rong was different. On the Great Road of Fire, Murong Ji had gone further than him. The Xuanhuojian in his hand absorbed all the surrounding Dutian Divine Fire.

A flash of fire suddenly appeared, and when Murong Ji appeared again, he slapped Zhu Rong directly on the forehead.

Then he kicked him in the abdomen with such great force that he was kicked out of Zhou Shan's range and crashed into the huge pit created by Zhu Rong.

"bump!"

A muffled sound was heard far away, shaking the earth and startling countless creatures.

Listening to the sound coming back, Murong Ji floated in the air, looking at the deep hole below with a gloomy gaze.

"Gong Gong angrily hit Mount Zhou? How dare you drag all the people in the world to be buried with you?!"

Then, his figure flashed, and he flew slowly to the top of the deep pit on his sword. He opened his eyes and looked over. Zhurong and Gonggong were lying at the bottom of the cave, gasping for breath.

His eyes were filled with horror, but he didn't have the strength to stand up.

Without the help of the brothers, they were not even a match for Murong Ji! It happened too quickly, and they were defeated before they could react.

Murong Ji's eyebrows were slightly gloomy. Judging from their appearance, did they fight to their heart's content? !

He spread his hands and flags of five colors appeared in his palms.

This five-sided formation flag is incomparable to the top-grade innate spiritual treasure, the five-colored five-sided flag.

The five flags put together can barely be considered a mid-grade acquired spiritual treasure. Without suitable materials, the quality cannot be improved, and there is nothing he can do about it.

Five flags were floating above the five fingers of Murong Ji's palm. With a wave of his hand, four flags were scattered around the cave entrance. The last black flag slowly floated into the deep pit below.

"If you like to fight, I'll fight with you!"

As soon as the words fell, the soil suddenly pressed together, squeezing the two people together.

"Ren Jiang! What are you doing? Are you really going to kill us?!"

Soon after, the wailing of two people was heard from the bottom of the pit.

Murong Ji ignored the roar in the cave and controlled countless tree roots and grass roots to attack the two men. The roots of the trees pierced into the acupuncture points all over their bodies.

The vegetation accumulated and died, their vitality and consciousness tightly bound them together.

The five elements, yin and yang, and various means were used one after another, torturing them to the point of ecstasy.

There were waves of wailing, and the tragic screams alarmed the other ancestor witches. Someone came to rescue, and Murong Ji hit back with a Sky-Flipping Seal.

Three days later.

Murong Ji stood in front of the cave entrance, turned his head to look to his side, his eyes were gloomy and cold, and wherever his gaze passed was like a sharp arrow shooting at the body.

The witches who were hiding nearby and watching the fun, and the ancestor witch who wanted to come over to persuade them, all retracted their heads and said no more.

(End of this chapter)