Honghuang: The Golden Crow Emperor, starts by robbing the Three Pure Ones

Chapter 32: The Big Fraudster Dong Wanggong
"Minghe, do you really think I can't deal with this ball of dirty blood of yours?"

"Without the intervention of Lord Dong, I would have destroyed you today."

Kunpeng was furious. If this continued, he would have no time to refine the Hongmeng purple energy, so he simply gave up running.

"Hmph, you are not worthy. Today, we will decide the ownership of Hongmeng Purple Qi by victory or defeat. Do you dare?"

Minghe sacrificed the magic weapon Karma Fire Red Lotus and the twin swords Yuantu and Abi.

"Why don't you dare?"

Kunpeng was not willing to be outdone, and used his magic weapons, the Burning Sky Feather Fan and the Wind and Thunder Scissors, the Demon Master Palace and the Kunpeng Feather.

The Burning Sky Feather Fan and the Wind-Thunder Scissors were both magic weapons that Kunpeng had found in the Yingzhou Fairy Mountain. They were both innate top-grade spiritual treasures.

The Demon Master Palace was built by Kunpeng using a large amount of innate spiritual materials, and its quality reaches the top innate level.

Kunpeng feathers are made by Kunpeng using his own feathers. There are a total of forty-nine feathers in a set, which have reached the top level of innate quality. Kunpeng is an innate creature, so the feathers on his body are naturally innate things as well.

Nowadays, all the immortals in the prehistoric world are scrambling to grab innate spiritual materials to refine innate magic weapons and kill corpses. The innate spiritual materials will become less and less, and the innate energy of the prehistoric world will also become less and less. It will be difficult to have innate spiritual materials. In the future, the acquired spiritual materials will replace the innate spiritual materials, and the acquired spiritual treasures will become the protagonists.

Kunpeng is really miserable. As a top-level powerful being, he doesn't have any top-grade spiritual treasure on him.

The two sides started a fierce battle. Kunpeng had many magic weapons, and they were all attack magic weapons, with stronger attacks. However, Minghe was protected by the Karma Fire Red Lotus, and Kunpeng could not break it no matter what.

In the sky, the Styx urged the red lotus fire to attack Kunpeng with the Yuantu and Abi swords.

Kunpeng activated the Burning Sky Feather Fan, and raging flames filled the sky. He created peacocks, cranes, rocs and other birds, which were wrapped in the raging Burning Sky Purple Fire and attacked the Styx.

The Wind and Thunder Scissors turned into strong winds and lightning, interweaving like two giant dragons coiled together, rushing into the raging fire.

The sky was covered with red lotus fire and sky-burning purple fire, and there were loud roars of wind and thunder.

The Red Lotus Karma Fire and the Burning Sky Purple Fire are both among the ten great divine fires of the prehistoric times. Their power is equally matched. The Wind and Thunder Scissors are not inferior to the Yuantu and Abi swords.

But Kunpeng still has the Demon Master Palace and Kunpeng Feathers, which can suppress the Styx in attack, but cannot break the defense of the Fire Red Lotus.

The two fought for a long time, but neither could do anything to the other.

Kunpeng was worried that Dongwanggong and the immortals in the fairy court would chase him, so he stopped entangled with the Styx, put away his magic weapon, transformed into his true form, and flapped his wings to fly eastward.

The east is the home turf of the Witch Clan, which will make all the immortals fearful.

But the Styx was formed from Pangu's dirty blood, and is also a descendant of Pangu. This guy has no grudge against the Witch Clan and is not afraid of them at all.

The two started a new round of chase.

It's lively here, and it's even more lively in Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea. The Twelve Ancestral Witches are fighting in the Immortal Court.

Originally, with the combined strength of all the immortals in the Immortal Court, they could compete with the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Many powerful people joined the Immortal Court to share the fortune, such as Lei Ze, Feng Ze, the innate locust wood spirit, the innate gold and stone spirit, etc., and now they have all broken through to the quasi-saint level.

There are now eight quasi-saints in the Immortal Court.

However, the Twelve Ancestral Witches left a huge psychological trauma on Dong Wanggong. As soon as Dong Wanggong saw the Twelve Ancestral Witches, his legs became weak and he only wanted to escape.

As a result, the Twelve Ancestral Witches ignored the other people in the Immortal Court and just focused on chasing Dong Wanggong, eventually blocking him in the South China Sea.

"Dong Wanggong, you dared to challenge the majesty of my twelve witch ancestors. Your death is coming."

Qiang Liang rubbed thunder with his hands and blasted it towards Dong Wanggong.

Dong Wanggong mobilized his magical powers to block it, his mind raced, and suddenly he came up with an idea, and hurriedly said: "My fellow Taoists, let's talk it over. I know the witch clan's method of becoming a saint." "What did you say? How do you know that?" Di Jiang was shocked and hurriedly stopped Qiang Liang.

Becoming a saint is extremely important to the witch clan. The demon clan has Nuwa who can help them become saints. The Three Pure Ones have a grudge against them, so they can also become saints.

The witch clan is unable to become saints. After Nuwa and the Three Pure Ones become saints, how will the witch clan protect themselves?

"There is a treasure in the Immortal Palace called the Heavenly Secret Disk, which can deduce the secrets of heaven. I have been deducing the secrets of heaven day and night, and I have seen a hint of the witch clan's secret to becoming a saint." The King of the East had a very good brain at this moment, and he was making up stories like crazy.

"What is it?" Di Jiang's breathing became rapid.

"The Taoist Ancestor once said that the witch clan needs a great opportunity to become a saint. From what I have deduced, the witch clan's opportunity lies in Pangu." Dong Wang said impartially.

"Father God? What should my witch clan do?" Di Jiang's eyes lit up.

"First, worship the great god Pangu. The Wu clan is the descendant of Pangu. If you worship sincerely, you will be blessed by Pangu."

"Secondly, we need to collect the remains of Pangu's descendants, such as Mount Buzhou, Pangu's spine, the Sun Star, the Moon Star, and Pangu's eyes, and gather the destiny of the ancient world to the Wu clan."

"Third, the Wu clan has a great merit and great fortune in the sea of ​​blood. The Wu clan has killed countless lives, and the remaining souls of countless lives have nowhere to go. They are floating in the sea of ​​blood. The Wu clan needs to convert those souls and wash away the sin of killing. I don't know how to do it specifically."

Dong Wanggong spoke very clearly.

The Styx was also coveting the Hongmeng Purple Qi. Originally, Dong Wanggong mentioned the Blood Sea in order to trick the Styx, but he ended up hitting the mark unexpectedly and revealed the method by which Hou Tu would attain enlightenment and become a saint in the future.

Later, Hou Tu transformed into the six realms of reincarnation in the sea of ​​blood, saved the souls of living beings, made up for the deficiencies of the ancient world, brought benefits to the ancient world, bestowed great merits, and became a saint.

The Wu Clan was the most reverent towards Pangu the Father God and often offered sacrifices to him. They believed that the prehistoric world belonged to the Father God and they wanted to dominate the prehistoric world and manage it for the Father God. Dong Wanggong's words were exactly what Dijiang wanted.

However, Dijiang was not stupid. He looked at Dong Wanggong coldly and said, "You didn't lie to me, did you?"

"No, absolutely not. How dare I lie to you?" Dong Wanggong nodded and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Brother, he should not be lying. I vaguely feel that something is pulling me to the sea of ​​blood." Hou Tu suddenly said.

"Could this be a chance to become a saint?" Di Jiang's eyes lit up and he was overjoyed.

"Maybe." Hou Tu nodded.

"Haha, good, it means that the King of the East did not lie. My witch clan can also become a saint. All our twelve ancestor witches can become saints. Who else in the prehistoric world can stop us?" Di Jiang laughed out loud.

"I, I have told you everything I know. Can you let me go?" Duke Dong asked humbly.

"Humph, since you told me how the Wu Clan can become a saint, get lost. Next time you see my Wu Clan, avoid them."

Di Jiang snorted coldly. This matter was extremely important to the Wu Clan. He was even a little grateful to Duke Dong.

"Oh right, the Hongmeng Purple Qi is the foundation for enlightenment. The Wu Clan doesn't have a soul, so it can't be used, but maybe they can comprehend something from it."

"Moreover, the prehistoric world was opened up by the great god Pangu, and the Wu clan is the authentic Pangu clan. It is up to the Wu clan to decide who can become a saint in the prehistoric world."

Dong Wanggong rolled his eyes and planned to drag the Three Pure Ones, Jie Yin and Zhunti into the water. If he couldn't obtain the Hongmeng Purple Qi to become a saint, the Three Pure Ones and others would not be able to become saints either.

Moreover, if he can please the Wu Clan now, and give him a ray of Hongmeng purple energy in the future, he will have the opportunity to become a saint.

The Three Pure Ones are fine, how is Nuwa better than them? How can Jie Yin and Zhunti, two shameless people, become saints?

After the Taoist Ancestor established the holy position, he has been very dissatisfied.

(End of this chapter)