Journey to the West: Asking the Heavens

Chapter 603 Di Jun
"That is!"

Mo Yuan's pupils shrank, but he saw a tall figure suddenly appear in front of the Jinwu Ninth Prince!

At that time, there was a domineering figure, wearing a red golden dragon robe and a nine-dragon flat crown, with a handsome face, a masculine breath, and a noble and majestic aura, as if he was the ruler of heaven and earth!

Just standing there quietly like that, he is already the center of the world, everything is surrendered under his feet, and the posture of the superior is fully revealed.

He is indeed a high-ranking person. In today's world, the demon clan governs the sky, and the witch clan governs the land, and he is one of the two demon emperors of the demon clan, the emperor of heaven who controls billions of trillions of creatures in the prehistoric continent!
At this moment, the eyes of the supreme emperor of the monster clan were full of anger. He looked at the great witch of the witch clan who was still maintaining the posture of letting go of the bowstring, and the anger in his heart almost swallowed all his sanity!

The ten Golden Crow Princes were all born of him and the Queen of Heaven Xihe, gods and demons originally had few descendants, but he suddenly got ten beloved sons, the joy and love in his heart is hard to express in words.

Even for these sons, he found the innate spiritual species Fusang sacred tree, and used wood to promote fire, hoping to help his sons to practice well, but he didn't expect that the ten sons would be so shocking that they could only take a nap in the sky. Killed nine!
If he hadn't discovered it in time, and if he had acted a moment later, I'm afraid that the last son would have been brutally murdered!
However, with a wave of Dijun's hand, the divine arrow that shot the sun and slaughtered the Golden Crow easily fell into his palm, and between the heaven and the earth, the huge magic power that froze everything suddenly disappeared, and everything returned to its original state. appearance.

"Father!"

Lu Ya saw a tall and familiar figure standing in front of him, couldn't help but rushed up, and said with a sad face: "Father, you are finally here!"

Di Jun looked at the only surviving Ninth Prince, but he sighed, and said, "Xiao Jiu, I surprised you."

"Father, Father..."

Lu Ya cried: "You must avenge your brothers! Brothers and them died so miserable!"

"Good boy, you can rest assured that Father is here."

Di Jun caressed his beloved son's feathers, but raised his eyes to Hou Yi who was on the ground, and said in a cold voice: "Hou Yi, you are so brave to kill my heir!"

Seeing Di Jun's cold gaze, Hou Yi felt chills all over his body. It was a kind of fear that went deep into the bone marrow, and it was a kind of suppression at the level of life!
The great witch is nothing more than the Da Luo Jinxian, and Di Jun has already cultivated to the perfect realm of the quasi-sage third heaven. If it weren't for the saint's moat lying in front of him, without the majestic purple energy, I'm afraid that with Di Jun's talent, breaking through the saint's realm may not be the best. What a problem!
This huge gap in power levels made Houyi completely powerless to resist in front of the monster clan emperor. He knew it himself, so he relaxed instead. After all, life and death are in the hands of man, and he can't run even if he wants to. .

After killing the nine princes, Hou Yi knew in his heart that he would surely die today.

Since he was bound to die, he was not afraid anymore. Instead, he said in a cold tone: "Di Jun, you have no way to teach your children. You wait for the monster clan to turn back and slaughter my Wu clan people wantonly. Today I killed your nine sons. It is to avenge them!"

Under the previous fierce confrontation, the witch clan and the monster clan could not do anything to each other. In the end, with the appearance of Daozu, they agreed not to fight each other.

According to that agreement, what happened today is clearly the fault of the Yaozu.

But this is the Great Desolate Continent, where the strong live and the weak die. There is no reason to talk about the Great Desolate Continent. How could Di Jun care about any agreement or not?

The person in front of him killed nine of his ten beloved sons. If he didn't take revenge, what kind of demon clan emperor would he be?
"Hou Yi, you deserve to die!"

Di Jun didn't bother to talk to Hou Yi at all, and while the mana in his body was circulating, he wanted to crush Hou Yi to death.

How can a mere great witch be placed in his eyes? !
But before he could make a move, suddenly there was one fierce and powerful aura rushing towards Xiaohan on the distant land, not many, not exactly eleven, but eleven ancestor witches of the witch clan!
"Dijun stop, are you going to start a war between the two clans again?!"

There was a sound of angry shouting, but a tall ancestor witch with wings on his back was flying towards this side. The speed was as fast as thunder and lightning, and it was better than the art of turning rainbows. It was the head of the twelve ancestor witches. Emperor Jiang Zuwu!
"The war between the two clans?!"

Di Jun snorted coldly, and with a wave of his big hand, a beam of real fire from the sun fell, but Hou Yi didn't even snort, and all the mountain peaks were burned into magma!

"Di Jun!"

Seeing this, eleven ancestral witches in the distance roared in unison, and Di Jun actually beheaded a great witch in front of them, obviously not paying attention to them!
Gong Gong and Zhu Rong, the two with the hottest temper in the ancestor Wuli, shot directly, mobilized their mana, and went to kill Di Jun!
"court death!"

Dijun's face was full of disdain, but he saw that he stretched out his hand, and a scroll of ancient formations flew out immediately, turning into a gossip, trapping the two ancestor witches inside, it was the innate spirit treasure river map of the monster race Luoshu!
The two ancestor witches struggled frantically, the Hetu Luoshu shook again and again, and when it seemed that they could not be trapped, Dijun pinched the magic weapon in his hand, and the mana in his body poured into it like a mountain like a sea, and suddenly, the world changed from day to day. It became night, and I don't know how many stars came out, and countless stars shot down, and the Hetu Luoshu was immediately impregnable, trapping the two ancestral witches tightly!

Zhou Tian Xingdou Great Array!

Looking at the familiar spells and power, Mo Yuan was startled. The Zhou Tian Xing Dou formation driven by Di Jun was much better than his. With just a little help of the Xing Dou power, he trapped two quasi-sages Zu Wu, it would be absolutely impossible for him to do it!
"Di Jun, you chose to go to war!"

Di Jiang stood there very calmly, and said to the two ancestral witches who were trapped in Hetu Luoshu quietly with a group of ancestral witches.

"When the war starts, let's start the war. If you kill my beloved son, I will lead the monster clan to drive you all to extinction, and unite the world!"

Di Junji said domineeringly: "Hou Tu turns into reincarnation, without her, what do you use to form the Twelve Capitals, and what do you use to fight my monster clan!"

The Twelve Capitals are gods and gods!

No wonder Di Jun killed Houyi without any scruples. Yes, without Houtu, it is absolutely difficult for the Wu Clan to compete with the Wu Clan in terms of high-end combat power!

Mo Yuan thought secretly in his heart, but he saw that none of the ancestral witches showed any fear on their faces.

"Di Jun, it's your monster race who are looking for their own death!" Di Jiang said in a gloomy tone.

Di Jun snorted coldly, raised his hands and took back the Hetu Luoshu, saying: "You wait on the ground, and I will go back to heaven to gather an army and crush all the witch clan like you!"

After all, his figure flickered, and he disappeared with the Ninth Prince Lu Ya...

(End of this chapter)