"Although the Kunlun Mountains are treasures, I don't know what treasures can get into the eyes of fellow Taoists and make you so aggressive." Taoist Taiqing just didn't point it out.

However, Dijiang Ancestral Witch was too lazy to beat around the bush and said calmly: "Fellow Taoist Taiqing is so unhappy. Isn't the purpose of our trip here just for the sake of my name as Pangu Zhengzong?"

Taoist Yuanshi was the first to get angry, "Emperor Jiangzu Wu Shen said, my three brothers were transformed by Pangu Yuan Shen, and they have traveled through the vast wilderness for hundreds of millions of years. Who doesn't know that you are the gods of the underworld? If they are not the native gods of the ancient world, how can they be called Pangu authentic?"

He smiled proudly and said, "In my opinion, you can only call yourself Pangu Zongzong in the netherworld. In this ancient land, it is better for Mo Yan to talk nonsense like this, so as not to make others laugh."

Taoist Yuanshi's attitude was really not friendly. Not to mention the other ancestral witches who already had bad tempers, even old Yin Bi like Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin were a little unhappy.

On the handsome face of Gonggong Zuwu, a pair of narrow snake eyes slightly narrowed, looking very evil and dangerous, "According to Taoist Fellow Yuanshi, if we, the creators of Pangu bloodline, claim to be Pangu authentic, will we still make people laugh? "

Taoist Yuanshi sneered, full of sarcasm, "In the past, Pangu created heaven and earth. The pure ones rose up and became the sky. The turbid ones sank and became the earth. We, the three pure ones, should have been high above the nine heavens, overlooking all living beings, and regulating them." Heaven and earth govern all kinds of things. You are stagnant with blood, muddy and sinking. As for the underworld, if it were not for the mercy of Ancestral God Pangu and the innate inheritance of magical powers, where would you be today and dare to compete with the three of my brothers!"

In the distance, Our Lady of Wudang hid her face, Duobao stared, Xuandu lowered his eyes, and Guangchengzi was tongue-tied. They all showed great admiration for Taoist Yuanshi's sharp argument.

…

"The words of Taoist Yuanshi are indeed excessive." Nuwa frowned slightly, "No matter what the ancestral witch and others say, they are all transformed by Pangu's essence and blood. They are the most noble and noble, and have infinite fortunes. How come they have become here? Is it turbid with blood stasis?"

"Moreover, even if we are both transformed by Pangu, we cannot support each other, but we shouldn't slander each other like this, right?"

Ye Ang curled his lips, looked at it and explained: "What do you know? Taoist Yuanshi has a clear mind. This is called ridiculing monsters. The angle is tricky and precise, and the hatred will be filled directly."

Looking at the exhausted Yuanshi Taoist in the picture, Ye Ang couldn't help but sigh, this person is really a talent.

At this moment, a melee was going on in East Kunlun. Under the instructions of Di Jiang, the ancestral witches fought purely with their physical bodies. Nine ancestral witches swarmed up and attacked the three Qings.

For some unknown reason, Taoist Sanqing did not use any magical powers, but only fought hand-to-hand.

Suddenly, an extremely asymmetrical battle began.

Taoist Taiqing's hands were slippery, his movements were extremely weird, and he didn't use any magical powers. He actually left the other ancestral witches by a long way, so that the ancestral shamans were unable to form an attack on him. From the beginning to the end, They were all performing one-on-one battles and never faced more than two enemies at the same time. Several ancestral wizards felt extremely uncomfortable after fighting him several times.

This guy is too slippery, not tough at all, and is soft when he fights. Fortunately, he was said to have punched the demon cultivator very powerfully in front of his face. Why doesn't he have any grace at all now?

Where is your courage?

Where is your passion?

Damn, he slipped away again!

The ancestral wizard who fought against Taiqing Taoist had no sense of accomplishment at all, and the experience was extremely poor. He basically couldn't fight for a few times, and then he took the initiative to change opponents.

On the other side, Taoist Tongtian directly put away the Qingping Sword, and opened and closed a pair of iron fists, which was life-or-death. It was quite a kind of sword to deviate, and the momentum of moving forward in an indomitable manner, exchanging injuries for injuries, made the ancestor witches

I felt unusually appetizing, and at the same time I admired him deeply. I was embarrassed to attack him with four or five people, so they all attacked him in pairs, forming a stable two-on-one situation, basically maintaining their advantage.

As for Yuanshi Taoist, it was quite miserable. The stable five-on-one situation would sometimes turn into six-on-one. In such a situation, he could only barely parry, and sometimes he could only be beaten passively.

In just a short moment, I didn't know how many punches I received on my body.

Fortunately, Yuanshi Taoist is not a rigid person. Although everyone's tacit understanding is not to use magical powers to fight, he found another way and directly used magical powers to repair the divine body.

He wasn't bragging. With his nine-level cultivation as a Taiyi Golden Immortal, he used all his magical power to repair the divine body over and over again. Although it was a little aggrieved, he managed to survive it.

On another mountaintop in the distance, True Monarch Anji hesitated, "Senior Sister Wudang, why don't we go up and help?"

Wudang glanced sideways at him and asked Youyou: "Do you think your body is comparable to the teachers of the three innate gods and demons, or do you think your body is not weaker than several ancestral witches created by Pangu's bloodline?"

Anji Zhenjun thought for a while and shook his head dejectedly. This is simply incomparable. Although the three teachers usually have an immortal demeanor and a quiet and natural appearance, as the innate gods and demons from the beginning of the world, their divine body qualities...

It's definitely not something he can compare to.

Not to mention the ancestral witches who were created by Pangu's bloodline and have been tempered in the evil spirit of the netherworld for hundreds of millions of years. The Antarctic True Monarch estimated that even if he had full magical powers, he would probably not be able to defeat others in pure physical combat.

For an existence of this level, the physical body already possesses incredible power.

They were looking here at this moment. The reason why the fight between several great gods was not very exciting or outstanding was simply because the divine power fields of their respective bodies conflicted and interfered with each other. Everyone had never wanted to show their physical power, otherwise they would be defeated in a matter of minutes.

Prehistoric people know what the vision of the divine body is.

True Lord Anji knew very well that if he rushed forward, he would basically end up as cannon fodder, so he looked at Wudang.

Wudang shook his head and looked at the only Ancestral Witch of Xuanming who had not been punished. "They came here well prepared and specially left someone to guard us. Even if I try my best to protect this person in front of me, I'm afraid I still can't win.

All I can say is to hold her back and create opportunities for you to join the battlefield."

She turned around and glanced at the friends behind her, "Do you want to come? I can help you hold off the Xuanming Ancestral Witch for a while."

Guangchengzi, Duobao, Xuandu and others all shook their heads, without any communication.

Just a moment later, Guang Chengzi suddenly asked in a low voice: "Senior Sister Wudang, do you think Teacher Yuanshi will be fine?"

Wudang nodded, "Don't worry, since they all have this tacit understanding of how to fight, it means that they have their own plans in mind, and they are quite restrained at this time."

Hearing this, Guangchengzi nodded his head as if he understood, indicating that he understood.

…

If Taoist Yuanshi heard this unreasonable analysis at this moment, he would definitely jump up in anger and restrain himself?

They have no control!

Taoist Yuanshi felt that there was a faint smell of blood in his mouth at this time, and there was no point in continuing to fight.

"Everyone, enough is enough!"

"Bang!" He was hit directly on the head by a huge fist.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

One after another, the fists of the ancestral witches hit Taoist Yuanshi on the head like hail.
Chapter completed!