I, the second personality of the Houtu, did not start well

Chapter 037

Watch the Junti Saint make a move.

Zhen Yuanzi’s anger rose in his heart, and he wanted to let go of his defense and Jun Ti desperately!

But the next moment,

A roar came from a distance.

“Knot, the Twelve Heavenly Gods Fire Array!!”

When the words fell, twelve thick blood qi rushed into the sky, and the calamity qi of the sky gathered in the void, and finally condensed into a tall figure comparable to heaven and earth.

The huge figure was condensed from the Qi of Calamity.

The muscles of the body are knotted, and a layer of multicolored clouds is attached to the position of the face, and the face cannot be seen clearly.

“Axe come!”

The tall figure stretched out his hand to shake it in the void, and as he spoke, an axe condensed by the aura of robbery appeared in his hand, full of terrifying murderous aura.

After the axe appeared, the figure held the axe in both hands and slashed it down fiercely.

It actually fell above the Junti Saint in a blink of an eye.

This figure came too suddenly, and even Zhun Ti was not too guarded.

No one expected that.

The ancestor of the Wu Clan actually dared to take the initiative to attack and kill a Heavenly Dao Saint!

Where did they get the courage?

Feeling offended, Jun Ti directly stretched out his hand to gather the Dao Saint Law and took this menacing axe.

Rumble!

In an instant, the void froze.

Although the axe was hit, it encountered a barrier and could not break through.

A Heavenly Dao Saint is a Heavenly Dao Saint after all.

Not a formation can be compared.

In the past Lich Battle, Houtu proved to the flood wilderness sentient beings with facts that in front of a true saint, even a Mixed Yuan Daluo Golden Immortal level formation could not be truly compared with a saint.

And so it is now.

The twelve heavenly gods were in a big array and were easily stopped.

Di Jiang and other ancestors roared angrily, and the power of qi and blood in their bodies had reached the limit, but they still couldn’t shake the other party.

This time, I received a notice from Zhen Yuanzi.

Dijiang decided to take the Wu army and head west, but they slowed down a bit.

It’s only now arrived.

As soon as he arrived, they caught up with the Quasi Commander to send a hand to the demons of the prefecture, how could they let him get his wish, and immediately set up the Twelve Heavenly Gods Great Array.

Although knowing not an opponent.

But they are not cowardly, and what about the saints of the Heavenly Dao, they have never been afraid.

Since the establishment of reincarnation in the back soil.

Di Jiang and other ancestral witches are discussing whether to use the heritage of the Wu clan to cultivate an ancestral witch again, so that the biggest hole card of the Wu clan, the twelve heavenly gods and great arrays, can play a role.

Perhaps it is that the Houtu at this time has departed from the category of the ancestors of the Wu clan.

They really succeeded in breeding a brand new ancestral witch, the Great Sorcerer of the Xuanxian Tribe!

Now the twelve ancestors have gathered.

He dared to swing an axe at the Heavenly Dao Saint.

“Wu Clan?”

“Do you dare to shout to the sky?”

The Junti Saint’s eyes were cold, and the Wu Clan dared to hinder him, then don’t blame him.

Think so.

The backhand is a sharp slap, the sage’s mana surges, causing the sky dome to change color, the stars fall, seemingly ordinary palm, but contains infinite power of heaven and earth.

Bang!

This palm was fiercely printed on this giant axe.

Click.

The axe shattered in response to the sound, and this Pangu true body condensed by the Qi of Robbery also suffered a heavy blow, and the Qi of Calamity escaped out, and even the body became much more empty.

The twelve ancestral witches in the formation were also implicated, and their faces turned pale as paper.

And the newly promoted Ancestral Witch Rain Master vomited out a mouthful of essence blood.

Then another slap!

Under the terrifying sage mana, the Zuwu Great Array could no longer hold on, it was broken, and the condensed Pangu true body disappeared.

Poof.

The twelve ancestral witches spat out their essence blood one after another, as if they had been seriously injured!

Seeing this scene, the sentient beings shook their heads, the courage of the Wu Clan was commendable, but they were facing a true Heavenly Dao Saint.

The gap between these is enormous.

If the strength of the Quasi Ti Saint is a Heavenly Dao Saint, he may be able to barely resist it, but the Zhun Ti Saint is a Heavenly Dao Saint who has practiced for countless years.

It seems that today’s thing.

Or, Zhen Yuanzi, who was forced by the Junti saint, to give in and take the initiative to apologize to the Western Church.

Or, plain to the sissy out of customs!

There are only two possibilities!

However, once a monk is in retreat, the time required is incomparably long.

And now, what the Junti saint did was already a little crazy, and he was destined to not stop if he did not achieve his goal.

It seems that the prefecture is really going to give in.

At this time, after seriously injuring the twelve ancestral witches, the Junti saint did not continue to move, the twelve ancestral witches are the protagonists of the calamity, if he really kills, he will also suffer the punishment of heaven.

I saw him stretch out his right hand and shook his fingers towards the Eastern Void.

In the distant sky, a figure was imprisoned.

It is the ghost of the prefecture!

“Zhen Yuanzi, you are optimistic!!!”

Jun Ti turned his head to look at Zhen Yuanzi, sneered, and then violently forced, this ghost instantly turned into ashes and disappeared into the void.

“Quasi-!!!”

“You look for death!”

Seeing this scene, Zhen Yuanzi’s eyes were red and he looked at Jun Ti angrily, but on this side, the receiving saint was still watching.

Once he let go of the defenses.

He will also fall into passivity, but can he just watch him torture and kill the ghosts of the prefecture?

“They still refuse to come out!”

Seeing that Zhen Yuanzi still did not plan to come out, the Junti Saint caught several prefecture ghosts in a row, and all of them turned into ashes.

This scene.

All the sentient beings were silent.

This time, however, Jun Ti had a different target.

A streamer came from a distance and was caught by Zhun Ti, it turned out to be Hou Yi, it was useless to let him struggle, as long as he used his strength, the other party would turn into ashes.

“Junti,”

“Fair, Niangniang will not let you go!”

Hou Yi was bound in the void, not moving at all, but not afraid at all.

“Hmph,”

“I don’t know if I’m alive or dead!”

Jun Ti’s gaze was cold, and with a force in his hand, he was about to turn Hou Yi into ashes.

Buzzing!!

At this time, there was a humming sound in the sky.

“Not good!”

Sensing the threat, Jun Ti just wanted to resist, but found that his right hand had disappeared.

Pierced by a long spear, it turned into powder.

And this long spear, piercing through a sacred mountain, exudes a deep black light.