People in Jiejiao, Plague God Lu Yue

Chapter 963 The Ancestral Witches and Emperor Jun React Differently

Not at the foot of the mountain.

Pangu Palace!
The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive. The twelve Ancestral Witches looked up at the torn void, where starlight shimmered and world-destroying dragon flames dripped down. Each of them held a wine jar made from the skull of an unparalleled ferocious beast.

Jars of strong liquor spilled from the corners of his mouth.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were extremely frustrated. They were very confident in their own strength and believed they could go toe-to-toe with Di Jun and Tai Yi.

But when they actually saw the golden crow in the void, uttering cries and the Eastern Emperor Bell shaking the void, they were still somewhat dazed.

They believed they were descendants of Pangu.

At this moment, he wavered.

Zhu Rong, drunk, collapsed to the side. The grass was lush and green. In the primordial world, there wasn't much wine that could make them drunk. Sometimes, it wasn't the wine that made them drunk, but the person themselves.

He muttered to himself, "Are those still the two scruffy birds we know? Why do their cultivation levels seem to far surpass ours? We are descendants of the Father God Pangu."

Aside from the Heavenly Array and the ability to summon the phantom of Pangu, it seems that our strength is only that of a Hunyuan Golden Immortal, if not for our thick skin and flesh.

Do we really have a chance to reach the Great Luo Heaven?

Dijiang also looked somewhat dejected.

Watching the great battle unfold in the void.

He said, "Then let's watch them perish together, both of them severely injured. When that happens, no matter who the final victor is, we can still gather the Great Heaven Formation and charge over."

Harvest the final fruits of victory.

Houtu shook her head, clearly disdainful of their idea.

I think it's just nonsense.

“Di Jun and Tai Yi have unleashed power far exceeding their previous strength. In my opinion, it is very likely not because they are so powerful, but because they have gathered the blessing of the primordial fortune.”

"All spirits have suffered under the dragon race for too long."

"If we don't fight desperately now, can we expect the First Emperor to show mercy?"

Everyone heard this.

Then silence fell.

Gonggong, unable to resist the urge, casually knocked the wine jar to the ground.

He burst into laughter.

"You say that if we get involved now, we'll be giving the Ancestral Dragon a good beating. Do you think our Witch Clan will also gain the reverence of all spirits?"

Good fortune has befallen him.

"do not know."

Hou Tu shook her head.

"How about giving it a try?"

Everyone shook their heads.

As descendants of Pangu, the Wu Clan was the last to stand up and turn the tide, so they naturally wouldn't act rashly. As for the struggle between the Ancestral Dragon and the myriad spirits...

They were also somewhat afraid.

Scared
Although the myriad races of the primordial world were united as one, some still harbored ulterior motives and gloated, while others were worried and ambitious, wanting to be like Di Jun and Tai Yi.

In chaotic times, one can get a share of the spoils.

These!

They are just short-sighted people; Hongjun has already made his point very clear.

But each of them still had their own little schemes.

As a result, they will be the first cannon fodder. Di Jun and Tai Yi are not kind people either, and they are well aware of those who are just going through the motions.

Therefore.

They would intentionally or unintentionally leave a gap in the star array controlled by the demon race, allowing the dragon army to advance directly and expose them to the dragon elite.

A series of wails.

This infuriated those powerful beings with ulterior motives, but they had no choice but to accept it. It was Di Jun and Tai Yi who were forcing them to make a choice.

Either do it yourself.

Either their own sect or their descendants contribute.

Trying to snatch chestnuts from the fire is virtually impossible.

They could only grit their teeth and swallow their anger.

While everyone is united in their hatred of the enemy, they are the only ones playing tricks. No one, no matter who, will let them get away with it.

The ferocious dragon head of the Ancestral Dragon silently floated at the forefront of the dragon army, its dark pupils coldly gazing at the great array that shimmered with endless starlight.

And within that great formation, the two arrogant demon emperors.

"Dijun, Taiyi!"

The reason they stopped earlier was simply to clear a path for a portion of the dragon clan led by Qinglong; at the moment, they had virtually no worries about the future.

The First Emperor's voice was somewhat indifferent, yet it seemed to contain the will of an endless sea of ​​suffering, resounding throughout the void.

"You who provoke me are provoking the entire Sea of ​​Bitterness. If you know what's good for you, you'd better leave now."

"I do not wish to create endless slaughter."

Haha
Di Jun coldly looked at Zu Long, who no longer resembled a dragon at all; he was now a monster, and yet he still tried to shake the morale of his army.

Isn't that ridiculous?

They traveled across mountains and rivers, returning from the Chaos Sea and countless worlds. Was it merely for fun?
Now that they're back...

That means we have made thorough preparations.

"It's no use talking more."

“Ancestral Dragon, we have already considered a thousand reasons to leave, but why do all our races still return? It is because the area beyond the Supreme Primordial Wilderness is not suitable for our cultivation.”

"This battle is unavoidable."

"Either the dragons win."

"We will perish and our spiritual essence will vanish."

"Either we win or we lose."

"The dragon race completely disappeared into the primordial world."

There is no third option.

Di Jun's expression was indifferent. His golden crow avatars, which were flashing with golden flames, let out a cry and charged directly at the Ancestral Dragon. Behind him were hundreds of Primordial Golden Immortals.

There was no hesitation whatsoever.

boom!
Before the words had even finished, the pair of golden crows that blotted out the sky charged directly towards the Ancestral Dragon.

boom!
There was a loud bang.

One of the dragon's tentacles was severed.

Zu Long roared, looking at the many stubborn Hunyuan powerhouses, and for a moment he was also caught in a dilemma. This was a war of annihilation.

No one can escape it.

The instant Di Jun made his move.

The entire void was radiated by the dazzling divine light erupting from the Zhou Tian Star Array.

The primordial power of each ancient star transformed into countless stars powerful enough to tear apart the barriers of the primordial space, meeting the ancestral dragon's sky-reaching claws.

boom!
The ancestral dragon's chaotic dragon claw was directly smashed into shattered fragments by the 365 stars formed from primordial energy, which then fell in all directions.

The First Dragon was also smashed into the ground.

this.
Zulong had not expected that his Chaos Dragon Claw would be so vulnerable. This was only a small part of the Zhou Tian Star Array, and it had not yet unleashed its full power.

At that moment, Zu Long suddenly felt a pang of heart palpitation.

He might also perish here. What hope is there for the thousands of dragons behind him to survive?

"Do not!"

The First Emperor roared to the sky.

Branches followed his vanished dragon claws, gradually restoring the ancestral dragon's strength. At this moment, he was almost an eternal and indestructible ancestral dragon.

Fearless of any living being.

Di Jun and Tai Yi exchanged a glance, and both of them noticed the change in Zu Long. His left arm, which had been covered by branches, was now covered with a little bit of green leaves.

"There's a show!"

(End of this chapter)