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Chapter 905 Saint Dojo, Vulcan Zhurong!

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    Afterwards, the man clasped his palms together, and a violent storm came out of his palms and blasted towards Jian Yu.

    The dozens of flying swords immediately stagnated, as if they were forcibly frozen in the void.

    The destruction of the storm immediately made it impossible for the dozens of flying swords to advance an inch, and even cracks appeared on the shiny swords of several of them, and then the divine light dimmed and collapsed.

    Poof!

    In the distance, Daoist Huanglong opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. The flying sword that had been handed over to him was shattered, and he was severely injured immediately.

    "You dare to destroy my natal flying sword!!"

    Daoist Huanglong's canthus is tearing apart, his eyes are scarlet, and his breath is very violent. His eye sockets are cracked, and there are several spider web-like red holes in the corners of his eyes, which is shocking and very penetrating.

    Bu Feifan didn't even look at him, and backed away with the weak Chacha in his arms.

    At the same time, realizing the collapse of the situation, the three Senluo Yanjun also turned into streamers and landed beside Bu Feifan.

    Bu Feifan glanced at the three of them. The condition of the three of them was very bad. Their royal robes were torn, their hair was loose, and their breathing was very weak. It was obvious that they had suffered serious injuries.

    Just at this moment, six powerful auras fell from the sky. Those were the six kings who also came from the ground.

    Naturally, the Twelve Capitals Tiansha formation was breached, and the remaining Yin soldiers all retreated, moving closer to Bu Feifan and the others.  Even the Central Spirit Emperor, who fought against Lei Zhenzi, lifted Lei Zhenzi away with one palm, and then flew towards the ground.

    "retreat!"

    The Central Lingdi shouted.

    At this moment, Chacha was seriously injured and unconscious. All the people in the underworld, headed by the Central Lingdi, immediately retreated when they heard the order from the Central Lingdi, and quickly flew towards the dojo where the Houtu sage was.

    The dark sky, the dark space, but with the eyesight of the powerful people, everything in this space can still be seen clearly.

    It is the ashram of the Houtu sage.

    On the huge cloud bed, an indescribable silhouette can be faintly seen above the cloud bed. It is like the center of a storm, and the majestic and vast saint's breath is almost impossible to see.

    An incomparably oppressive and majestic wave is like heavy rain pressing down on the land, like a flash flood, like a raging wave raised by a tsunami.

    At this moment, everyone felt a sense of powerlessness in their hearts, a sense of fragility as a mortal in the past, feeling so small, like an ant facing the vast galaxy.

    Seeing the blurred phantom of the saint, no matter what their cultivation level was, everyone felt a sense of admiration in their hearts.

    "Is this the real body of the saint?"

    "Can't look straight, can't see, can't even see"

    All the existences below the quasi-sage kneeled down involuntarily, with sweat dripping from their foreheads, and the sweat slid down in big drops, and fell to the ground with a "patta", and their bodies were already soaked.

    The coercion of the saint made it impossible for people to get up, and they were forced to the ground, and they couldn't control themselves at all.

    Even the young king was enduring this coercion. Although he could not kneel down, his body was still trembling and his forehead was bulging with veins.

    Only Yun Zhongzi and Lei Zhenzi, the two quasi-sage kings, were also under the pressure of the saints, but they had little influence, because Empress Houtu was distracted by resurrecting the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

    Otherwise, if she deliberately targeted her, even the Emperor of Heaven would die violently, let alone the quasi-sage king!

    "Empress Houtu, we have no intention of offending the majesty of the saint, but the resurrection of the Twelve Ancestral Witches is related to the prehistoric situation, I hope you can give up!"

    Even the thunderous Zhenzi gritted his teeth and spoke.

    "Yes! Saint of the Houtu, the fall of the Twelve Ancestral Witches is already a foregone conclusion. Why do you act against the sky? We know that you were born in the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and your heart is attached to your former family. But you are a saint, and you have already  Detachment, different levels, and different moods, it can be said that you and the Wu Clan have long since ceased to exist, so why do you need to intervene in the prehistoric battle?"

    Yun Zhongzi also echoed.

    These two men fought vigorously before, but now they are humble and tight when facing the Houtu sage.

    "The current situation is different. If it was the past, I would naturally not go my own way. But now that the heavens are fighting, the worlds are united, and all the races in the past have been born. Why do my witches still lick their wounds in the dark in the dark."

    When the words of the Houtu sage came, the holy voice echoed, and the will of heaven in this sage's ashram resonated.

    "this"

    Yun neutron could not refute.

    Lei Zhenzi looked in front of the saint's phantom, where there were ten beams of light with different colors.Ten prehistoric auras are brewing.

    There is a vague phantom in each beam of light. Even if these phantoms have not yet materialized, their aura is tyrannical.

    Several of these ten phantoms have been solidified, but they have not really condensed into a physical body, and they have different shapes.

    Or a human face with an animal body, or a bird face with a human body, or a snake with two ears pierced, or two snakes with feet, or a snake with two hands.

    The breath may be violent, or sharp, or hot, or domineering, but without exception, each of them is extremely fierce, and each of them holds their heads high and let out a sky-shattering roar.

    That terrifying roar set off ripples in the void, as if the entire space was about to collapse.

    Lei Zhenzi's eyes were a little palpitating, because among the ten beams of light, one of the figures had already materialized and possessed a real physical body, but his eyes were still closed. Once he really opened his eyes, it meant that he was really resurrected  up.

    This figure has a beast head and human body, wearing red scales, wearing fire snakes in its ears, and a fire dragon on its feet. Before it wakes up, there is a tyrannical and violent aura brewing and fluctuating. The aura is extremely hot, like a blazing ancient god furnace  .

    It is conceivable that once this figure is fully revived, how terrifying it will be if the fierce aura and aura burst out from its body.

    This figure is none other than Zhu Rong, the ancestor of fire in the south!

    Lei Zhenzi was shocked when he saw the eyes of the ancestor Wu Zhurong trembling, and secretly thought that something was wrong.

    Once the ancestral witch Zhu Rong wakes up, although he doesn't know to what extent his strength will recover, he should at least be a quasi-sage. As long as he and others are held back, the situation will become worse and worse with the resurrection of other ancestral witches.

    "Empress Houtu, since you insist on doing this, please forgive me for offending you!"

    Lei Zhenzi said in a deep voice.

    "Follow you!"

    Empress Houtu sighed slowly, although she was a saint, but at this moment she was unable to take action, and the saint also had no choice.

    "The Twelve Ancestral Witches must not be resurrected!!"

    Lei Zhenzi's eyes were cold and stern, and he met Yun Zhongzi's eyes, and the two of them flashed in unison, and then rushed towards the beam of light where the Twelve Ancestral Witches were.

    The three Senluo Yanjun knew each other, looked at the phantom of the saint on the cloud bed, and finally gritted their teeth and went up to stop it.

    But they didn't try their best to stop Yun Zhongzi and Lei Zhenzi. With their cultivation level, they could only find some young kings to stop them.

    Only Bu Feifan didn't move, Chacha was seriously injured and fell into a coma, and because of the cooling of the Nine Orifices Supreme Sacred Heart, he had already lost the unparalleled fighting power of the Emperor of Heaven, going up at this time was no different from sending him to death.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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