The demon emperor of all worlds

Chapter 8 Battle of the Ancestral Witch
As soon as these words came out, the Twelve Ancestral Witches who were about to do something suddenly paused!
It's not for anything else, it's because Di Jun's words are too cruel!
As the lord of a great power, to be able to say such a thing is simply inconceivable in the eyes of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. After all, monks in the prehistoric era can be said to be extremely concerned about their own face and reputation.

But now?
Di Jun actually directly said that it is shameless to infiltrate the witch clan as an assassin to destroy their entire clan. How can this make the Twelve Ancestral Witches not be afraid of him, and not let him down.

At this point, the top ten Golden Crows in the distance have left. The Golden Crow's Transformation into Rainbow Art is the world's leading escape technique. Although it is only a golden immortal cultivation base, it is not something ordinary people can catch up with when it is fully used.

"Whoo~"

Seeing this situation, Di Jun breathed a sigh of relief.

At least the top ten Golden Crows have left, which also means that he will have no worries. Even if he can't kill the Twelve Ancestral Witches in front of him now, and may not even be his opponent, there will be no problem if he wants to leave.

"Di Jun, I didn't expect you to dote on those ten flat-haired beasts so much, it really impressed me!"

At this time, Zhu Rong, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, suddenly spoke, with a mocking look on his face, "I thought you were a heartless person, but I didn't expect you to have this weakness, hehe..."

weakness?

Is it...

His pupils shrank, and Di Jun immediately knew what Zhu Rong meant by what he said. It was clear that the latter wanted to use this to threaten him, and even set his mind on the top ten Golden Crows.

For a moment, a murderous aura emerged from Di Jun's body, and he fixed his eyes on Zhu Rong and said, "Zhu Rong, if you dare to bully the small with the big, then don't blame the emperor for being so disrespectful!"

"It's natural!"

Grinning, Zhu Rong said with a ferocious expression, "I'm not you, and I can't act like bullying the small!"

"Regardless of Dijun, I still have quite a few great witches under my command. You'd better pray that those ten sons of yours won't appear in the wild land, otherwise, I can't guarantee their safety!"

These words immediately aroused the approval of the other ancestor witches beside him.

Although doing so was indeed a bit of a trick, but so what, the two Lich clans were sworn enemies, and the threat of killing the little Golden Crow was inevitable.

On the contrary, Di Jun's expression was extremely gloomy at the moment, and he looked extremely angry while the murderous aura gushed out from his body, which made the Twelve Ancestral Witches in the distance couldn't help laughing, with a proud gesture of finding his weakness.

"a bunch of idiots!"

Seeing the reaction of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Di Jun snorted coldly in his heart. As long as the Twelve Ancestral Witches didn't do anything, who among those great witches, except Hou Yi, would be able to win the Ten Golden Crows.

You know, the Great Witch Kuafu is also extremely powerful in battle, but in the end, he was not killed by the kite flying by the top ten golden crows?
The most important thing is that once these big witches of the witch clan make a move, the system will naturally issue tasks. At that time, he can take this opportunity to get more rewards and quickly strengthen himself.

"You are shameless!"

Although he was overjoyed in his heart, Di Jun still pretended to be extremely angry on the surface. Not only did the sun and moon sword in his hand tremble, but the sharp sword energy began to roll, as if he was about to strike at any time.

Seeing this scene, the Twelve Ancestral Witches immediately restrained their joy. They looked at each other with serious expressions, and they reacted almost instantly because they were in the same mind.

But in the blink of an eye, the bodies of the Twelve Ancestral Witches spread out again, enveloping Di Jun inside, and the innate turbidity began to boil and roll in each of them, angrily yelling: "Di Jun, don't even think about leaving today!"

"Di Jun, for hurting me, the Great Witch of the Witch Clan, this place is your burial place!"

"Di Jun, today we are going to avenge the tens of thousands of people of our Wu clan!"

"..."

Hearing this, Di Jun's heart was solemn, but he was also extremely mocking.

He could tell that monks in this era were extremely concerned about face and righteousness.

The Twelve Ancestral Witch uttered such nonsense undoubtedly because he wanted to stand on the moral high ground. Unfortunately, this trick did not have any effect on Di Jun. He had no merit in his previous life, and his only ability was one: face thick!
"If you want to fight, fight, how can this emperor be afraid of you!"

With a low drink in his mouth, Di Jun had a thought, and swiped the sun and moon sword in his right hand, and the sword energy swept towards the twelve ancestor witches. At the same time, his left hand pinched the seal, and the Hetu Luoshu appeared directly above his head Underneath, a Luohe formation was formed to envelop the area.

"No, it's the Luohe Formation!"

The pupils shrank, and the expressions of the Twelve Ancestral Witches changed drastically the moment they saw the Luohe formation. As old opponents, they knew how powerful the Luohe formation was. Immediately, Di Jiang flew out with four wings flapping behind him. He shouted loudly: "Blast it, otherwise Dijun's mana will continue to flow!"

"Yes!"

The sound of the answer resounded, and Zhu Rong and other ancestor witches did not dare to neglect at this moment. The innate turbid air around the body was tumbling, and the blood boiled, and runes flew out of the flesh and blood, and waves of laws and fluctuations permeated out.

In the next second, Di Jiang's figure appeared in the area in front of Di Jun, and he clenched his fist with his right hand and blasted out, shouting loudly, "Di Jun, die!"

"Good come!"

Di Jun is not afraid of this at all. After all, he has been fighting with Di Jiang for so long. He has long been used to the opponent's offensive methods, and after refining 36 transformations, he can clearly feel that his mastery of this body has reached It is almost perfect, and will not be hanged and beaten by people without practical experience like in the beginning.

Without any hesitation, Di Jun slashed with the sun and moon sword in his right hand, and amid the surge of quasi-sage mana, the sword energy slashed fiercely at Di Jiang's punch.

In the next second, the fist and sword energy collided, and the terrifying destructive force permeated the room, and the surging aftermath spread in all directions.

"uh-huh!"

With a muffled grunt, Di Jun and Di Jiang shuddered and chose to retreat almost at the same time.

However, before Di Jun could breathe a sigh of relief, there were several sounds of piercing through the air, and following the prestige, one could see Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, Qiang Liang and Tian Wu attacking from four directions, each holding a sharp blade transformed by the law. , the target is directed at his vitals!
"not good!"

His expression changed, and Di Jun's expression became ugly at the moment.

For nothing else, it was because the attacks of the Twelve Ancestral Witches were too fast and their cooperation was too tacit. Under such circumstances, it was not as easy to deal with alone, which made him even a little at a loss for a while.

But fortunately, just for a moment, Di Jun already had a calculation in his heart, and he didn't fight head-on with him. When the golden crow turned into a rainbow technique was performed, his body turned into a golden light and burst out from the spot in an instant.

In the next second, the sound of breaking through the air resounded, and Zhu Rong's four great ancestor witches attacked, but they did not touch Di Jun's figure.

At the same time, Dijun's body quietly came to the back of Xuanming among the twelve ancestor witches, looking at his ugly appearance, with a look of disgust and murderous intent in his eyes, he pinched the pronunciation with his left hand, and displayed the insight of Tiangang 36 , with his eyes closed, a golden soul blade pierced straight out.

(End of this chapter)