Kunpeng stood there and did not leave. Jiufeng and the other two dared not make any strange moves. They also saw that Kunpeng seemed to have other plans, but they felt that Kunpeng was just trying to attract the ancestor witch to come. However, if an ancestor witch fought with Kunpeng, he would inevitably entangle Kunpeng, making it impossible for him to leave for a moment. At that time, the ancestor witches gathered together, and Kunpeng would not have enough to kill him. He showed a sneer on his face, but he did not dare to break and curse. If Kunpeng angered Kunpeng, they would be in danger. The surrounding human race had been put away, and some things were

Love should be seen, but some things should not be seen, just like they are a demon clan. If Kunpeng doesn't want the human race to know, they can erase their memories. Although it will make me dislike me, a little bit of luck in his human race will cause cause and effect unless it is in the great disaster. This is also the saint who thinks Kunpeng is a huge threat, but they dare not attack Kunpeng for a while. Although the saints join forces together, Kunpeng will be alive and will not live.

I am willing to take my own way as a bet. Besides, this Lich catastrophe is a good opportunity to remove Kunpeng smoothly and properly. If Kunpeng enters the catastrophe, then the saint can take action legitimately. If Kunpeng escapes, then Kunpeng, one of the founders of the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan, will inevitably leave a grudge in his heart because he avoids the catastrophe. In this way, even if the saint does not take action, Kunpeng is just a powerful quasi-saint, far from threatening the saint, so that the saint will not have to take action.

You can regard Kunpeng as a joke. So what if you escape the great disaster? You already have some inner demons. Apart from great opportunities, there is basically no hope for the great way, so why should the saint worry? So no matter how you choose, Kunpeng will inevitably fall into the saint's calculations. After all, no saint wants to see the rise of a person he cannot see through. In that case, perhaps all ants under the saint will become a joke, a huge joke, and the saint will definitely not allow such jokes to appear, so the difference between Kunpeng and the saint is just a shattering face.

A figure was galloping towards the land of Jiufeng and the other three, with a very fast speed. One of them was the Xuanming ancestor witch. However, Xuanming, who had always been famous for his coldness, flashed anxiously, and there was a hint of murderous intent. Just now, she felt a huge magic fluctuation in that direction, and a familiar aura was there, Kunpeng! She knew that it was Kunpeng, the demon clan, Kunpeng, who had always been extremely mysterious and had unpredictable strength, had only one disciple, to Jiufeng

I love it very much. This time, in order to be foolproof, Jiufeng Xingtian Xiangliu and the other three led a team to slaughter the human race. Of course, I told you not to do it yourself, so as not to make Nuwa dislike it. Originally, it was a means of precautions, but unexpectedly it became the tomb of the three. She forgot, and the other ancestor witches also forgot, they all forgot that the demon clan not only includes Di Jun Taiyi, Kunpeng, and Fuxi. Although Fuxi has not taken action for many years, he can refuse to give it.

Considering, they missed the most sinister and cruel Kunpeng. Now the three young stars fell into Kunpeng's hands, and the outcome was unpredictable. Xuanming said ruthlessly in his heart: Jiufeng, you must persevere until I arrive! Kunpeng! If you dare to kill my disciples, I will definitely kill all your disciples and grandchildren of Beiming! Originally, Xuanming didn't have to worry so much. Although Kunpeng was very sinister, he did not take action against someone who was weaker than him. Of course, someone else would attack him that time.

Exception is to protect his face as a great master of magical powers, but Jiufeng and the other two have defeated many people over the years and they can't help but feel a little proud. If they really compete with Kunpeng, then... Xuanming dared not think about the consequences, just wanted to arrive quickly, with a ruthless look in his eyes. Suddenly a burst of blood mist appeared on Xuanming's body, wrapping her whole body. With a roar, Xuanming grabbed the void with his right hand, and a crack appeared. I don't know where it leads.

Kunpeng, who had originally stood in the air with his eyes closed, suddenly looked like a strange smile, his body flashed, and disappeared. Jiufeng and the other two were wondering where Kunpeng had arrived. Suddenly there was a loud bang in the void. Xuanming's voice appeared from a crack, spitting out a mouthful of blood, dyeing his clothes red, and stroking his left hand against his chest, with a sunken on it, which seemed to be a palm print. Kunpeng's figure appeared from another crack, with a weak smile on his face, looking at Xuanming opposite him, Xuan

Ming's face was a little pale. He had originally lost his essence and blood by using secret techniques before he rushed over. Unexpectedly, he was blocked by Kunpeng and suffered a certain injury at once. Xuan Ming had no time to take care of Jiufeng, but he stared at Kunpeng fiercely. It was the person opposite. He designed a trap and killed his two brothers Zhurong Gonggong. It was him. Because of Zhurong Gonggong's death, he had to turn into a cycle and win a little luck for the witch clan. Seeing Kunpeng, Xuan Ming wanted to eat him raw, but in this state, it was already lucky that he was not ridden by Kunpeng.

Xuan Ming said coldly: Kunpeng! What do you mean? Kunpeng smiled faintly, "Don't misunderstand Xuanming's ancestor witch, I am just afraid that Xuanming's ancestor witch would run away in a hurry. Wouldn't that waste some effort? So I specially took out the Taoist fellow from the void, and the ancestor witch should not misunderstand it." As he said that, Chao Xuanming bowed, Xuanming snorted coldly and did not speak, but he was still careful and alert. Kunpeng's personality could not help but relax. Kunpeng could naturally see her attitude, but the purpose had been achieved, and there was no need to argue. Kunpeng sneered in his heart and said: I have something to do, so I say goodbye! As he said that he did not give Xuanming a chance to react, his body flashed and headed towards Shouyang Mountain.

Xuan Ming looked at Jiufeng and the other two. Seeing that the three were pale and looked very injured, he looked angry, but he still held back. He was about to ask where the other witch clans were going, but suddenly noticed the miserable expressions of the three. When he saw the huge deep pit under the three feet, he knew it in his heart. He couldn't help but vomit it out in his mouth. The witch clan was only a 10 billion people, which was not as big as the 100 billion people in the demon clan. So for the ancestor witch, it was a witch man and a treasure. Although many children died because of the battle between the two Lich clans, it was for the future of the witch clan and died. They never regretted it. However, it was the first and only time that he was slapped by others like this. Xuan Ming roared: Kunpeng! You will definitely take your head in the future! After the roar, Xuan Ming stroked his hand and the three people's injuries improved. He was about to salute, Xuan Ming said coldly.

He said: Forget it! You go back to the Ancestral Witch Palace quickly. I still have some things to go back after a while. As he said that, his body moved and disappeared. Jiufeng and the other two looked at each other. Xing Tianxiangliu looked at Jiufeng. Jiufeng smiled bitterly: Don’t look at me, I don’t know where the teacher is going. The three of them got up and left, and met Qiangliang who came to pick him up halfway. He heard that millions of witch tribes turned into ashes, and they were furious, but they suppressed their anger and brought them back to the Ancestral Witch Palace. As for Xuanming, they also knew that Ten was going to search for Houtu. Although Xuanming is a woman, he is not as good as a woman. He has never suffered such a big loss. Of course, he feels that he has lost face, so he will cry first. When he is well recovered, he will come back. They will also smile bitterly. If they encounter Xuanming's situation, although they will not go to Houtu, they will have to choose a place to retreat before returning.

Kunpeng soon stood at the foot of Shouyang Mountain. Although I did not show up and his disciples did not show up, Kunpeng knew that I must have known it, so he was not artificial. Since I did not show up, he would just think that he didn't know. With a swing of his sleeves, the remaining millions of human races landed at the foot of the mountain. Kunpeng was indifferent, "I have already concluded that you have come to the foot of Shouyang Mountain. This is the temple of the Saint of Shouyang Mountain. The two lichs dare not make things difficult for you. Just live here." Those human races all bowed: Thank you for your kindness for saving the godfather! Kunpeng was too lazy to explain anything to them. When he swung his sleeves, he was about to turn around, and suddenly his mind was shocked and turned around.

Just now, Kunpeng sensed the great shock in the Qiankun Realm in his abdomen. After a careful sense, he found that the Hunyuan Sword was shaking. He never knew what the Hunyuan Sword was useful. The Taoist Ancestor said that he had a destiny with him, and that the evil spirit had been taken away. This was considered to be realized, but he had no destiny with him. Last time, he forced Zhunti back, and he didn't know what to do. Unexpectedly, he would be so shocked after he rescued the human race. Could it be that the Hunyuan Sword is all about? With a divine thought, the Hunyuan Sword appeared in his hand. As soon as it came out, the sword body stopped vibrating. At the same time, the soul was empty, as if it had grasped some secrets.

Kunpeng's eyes flashed, and a smile appeared on his face. He had never known why he had an entanglement with the human race. Now he knew, it turned out that the Hunyuan Sword belonged to the human race. He naturally wanted to give it to the human race. He laughed loudly. Kunpeng held the Hunyuan Sword in his right hand and threw it hard on the ground and inserted it into the center of the human race. He said: This sword is called Hunyuan, and it will protect the Taoist sword for you in the future. As long as your human race encounters a life-and-death crisis, this sword will naturally solve it.

Your danger! When those human races heard this, although they didn't know what the sword was, they knew it was a bit extraordinary. They said again: Thank you for your kindness in the Godfather's help, thank you for your kindness in treasure! Our human race will cast a statue of the Godfather, bow to you every day, and let the Godfather be intoxicated by our human race for generations! Kunpeng's face was a little strange. He originally did not want to be too involved with the human race, but he did not expect that it would actually cause such an effect, so his face was naturally not good-looking.

He decided not to be too eye-catching after a moment of concern. Kunpeng didn't say anything. He flicked his fingers and clear air floated out one by one, and they all drilled into the heavenly spirits of the human race. After the clear air entered his body, the human race fainted on the ground, and seemed to have some things missing in his mind. Kunpeng whispered: Hehe! I am not a person who meddled with other people. If it weren't for the Hunyuan Sword to be delivered to your human race this time, I wouldn't want to be so conspicuous, but as long as you forget this person, you can

After scanning the divine thoughts, I found that all the human races were asleep. There was no exception. Kunpeng stood up and left, but the direction was unusual. He was not going back to heaven or to Beiming, but to find the East China Sea where the human race had reproduced. There were some statues left by the human race. Because they were a little heavy, they stayed there. The others were destroyed in the war. When they got there, their sleeves were swung, and the statue turned into ashes. He showed a look of satisfaction. Kunpeng stood up and left, but the direction was still a little wrong.

In the blood sea, there was a palace emitting a faint light of earthy yellow, but it was very light, and there was a layer of green light curtain on the outside, making the earthy yellow color even less obvious. At this time, a cheerful laughter sounded, "Sister Houtu, is this the ability you have not died. Is it the power you gained later? It's so magical!" The person who spoke was Xuan Ming. She was seriously injured. Although she was not unable to take action, she was also very frustrated. She came to Houtu to cry. Who knew that Houtu was waiting for her there as if she had predicted her future. Then a yellow light curtain came out through the light curtain and fell on Xuan Ming's body. Xuan Ming's injuries recovered at a speed she could clearly feel. It only took half a day to recover as before, which made her feel overjoyed, but she could not see the sweat beads of soybeans on Houtu's head in the light curtain, and she could not see her.

With a pale face, she couldn't see the ugly smile on her face. Houtu's voice came out, "Sister Xuanming, the witch clan has a lot to deal with, you go back quickly! Don't worry about other brothers. And now Di Jun Taiyi is seriously injured, and everything in the demon clan must be left to Kunpeng to control it, so there is no trouble." Xuanming automatically ignores the former, but she has to worry about the latter. After all, she is a victim, with a bitter smile on her face, "Sister Houtu, I originally wanted to continue the healing opportunity to talk to you, but I didn't expect you to remind me of the major affairs of the witch clan. Okay, my sister is gone, and after the war is over, my sister will come to see you again. Xuanming doesn't know Houtu's condition, but she knows that Houtu will never harm her, so she follows Houtu's advice and leave, no matter what the reason is.

After Xuan Ming left, a gloomy voice came from an inconspicuous corner, "You have gained something, you are worthy of being the Houtu ancestral witch! Ah! By the way, you are no longer an ancestor witch anymore." Houtu's eyes flashed with a cold look, and his voice was still a little weak, "You did it on purpose!" A figure walked out of the corner, which was Kunpeng, and he sneered: Of course, otherwise how could I know what kind of progress you have made after incarnation? It seems that it is acceptable now, but speaking of it, I really won't kill her now. After ten thousand years, everything will be broken. Finally,

It was about to come to a break. Houtu sneered: Kunpeng, with your calculations, I will definitely think that I will come out sooner or later. I advise you not to get involved! Also, don’t attack my brothers and sisters, otherwise... you know the consequences! Kunpeng glanced at Houtu, with a strange expression, and his smile showed a strange feeling, and he got up and left the sea of ​​blood. Originally, the saints were experiencing the great way or communicating something, but they suddenly felt that there was a short period of time that cause and effect chaos, and when they deduced, they returned to normal, but they knew nothing about that period of time.

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