The Primordial Free-spirited Kunpeng

Chaotic energy surged

A humanoid black figure walked from a distance, its aura completely concealed; it was none other than Hei Tian, ​​one of the Nine Heavens.

Kunpeng, his black hair flying, faced the supreme being of the gods, the former True Saint of the Heavenly Dao.

The Ancestral Witch of Wind looked solemn. Although he could challenge a Primordial Saint with his physical body, he would undoubtedly lose against an existence like Heitian!

The former Heavenly Saint was terrifying; even though he fell from the Heavenly Dao, he still had terrifying experiences.

He is infinitely close to the Primordial Golden Immortal, infinitely close to the Heavenly Dao True Saint, and could break through at any time.

The aura of darkness was terrifying. The Divine Race's Quasi-Sage sighed, "Kunpeng, you and I should resolve our grudges."

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng joked, "You want to let bygones be bygones?"

Hei Tian patiently explained, "These years of grudges and grievances have really drained too much of our energy. If we continue to fight, our future will definitely be difficult, and it will be hard to make any progress."

The Northern Heavenly Emperor once hunted down Kunpeng and intervened in the fate of the Demon Master more than once, but always ended in failure.

Kunpeng launched numerous counterattacks, knocking down Heitian from his position as True Saint and killing Heitian's clone.

In terms of sheer numbers, the loss of Heitian from his position as a True Saint was a greater loss.

The Ancestral Witch of Wind narrowed his eyes and instinctively took a few steps back, as the two powerful figures before him were far too troublesome.

If they resolve their grudges and join forces, the divine essence of Pangu's kidneys will inevitably be divided equally between the two, and no other powerful beings can stop them.

Hei Tian is powerful, and Kunpeng is fast.

Kunpeng chuckled, "You have the experience of a True Saint, so returning to the True Saint realm will be relatively easy for you, while I lack the insights of a Grand Luo Golden Immortal. What if you fool him and he becomes a True Saint again to seek revenge?"

Upon hearing this, Hei Tian earnestly replied, "Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, I can swear to the Great God Pangu that if I were to regain my position as a True Saint in the future, I would definitely not seek revenge."

Kunpeng laughed loudly upon hearing this, "Hahaha, you swear? How ridiculous! If your promise is believed, you will become a laughing stock for all eternity."

Hei Tian said in a deep voice, "Kunpeng, you admire freedom, so you don't understand the influence of the Great God Pangu among the gods. You can ask the Ancestral Witches whether they would break the promise made under the witness of the Great God Pangu."

The Ancestral Witch of Wind said sarcastically, "Heh, the Ancestral Witches would naturally not blaspheme against the Great God Pangu, but you Nine Heavens might not. You created the Heavenly Dao and created a new Pangu, how dare you swear an oath to the Great God Pangu?"

"Alas, you have all been manipulated by the Demon God of Cause and Effect; many karmic consequences should not have continued to exist!"

Kunpeng ignored Heitian's words and immediately contacted the Ancestral Witch of Wind to join forces.

The Ancestral Witch of Wind hesitated. Was the Demon Master going to offer no benefits whatsoever, relying solely on verbal persuasion?

The sorcerer frowned slightly. This brute ancestral witch was not easily fooled; he had experienced too much over the long years.

Sigh, such a brute and ruthless thug, he can't even be fooled!

A good ancestral shaman is one who is belligerent and warlike.

"Tianwu, let's join forces to slay the heavens, that would be really cool."

"Cool? Cool my ass! The two of us can slay the heavens? Impossible, that's way too difficult!"

"Then get lost, and don't even think about picking up the scraps."

"Demon Master, you don't actually think I'm waiting for you two to both suffer heavy losses, do you?"

"You're not leaving, huh? Then join the war."

a moment

Kunpeng appeared behind Heitian, and the Demon Master successfully launched a sneak attack on Heitian.

After striking successfully, the demon master instantly appeared behind Tianwu and shielded him in front of him.

The black light shimmered, as if a black hole was swallowing everything.

Enraged, the Black Heaven Saint attacked together regardless of whether the Ancestral Witch was allied with Kunpeng.

[Black Heavenly Calamity]

The Great Dao's laws gather radiance and contain the true meaning of judgment; heavenly calamities can annihilate all spirits.

Rays of light flashed, and the chaotic energy was devoured.

The Ancestral Witch of Wind excels in speed, and only a handful of the twelve Ancestral Witches can keep up with him.

Zhulong relies on the Great Way of Time, and Dijiang depends on the Laws of Space.

The Ancestral Witch of Thunder is Qiangliang, and the Ancestral Witch of Lightning is Xizi.

Now, the Ancestral Witch of Wind is facing an attack from the Quasi-Saint Black Heaven. (This is followed by a description of a classic Xianxia novel.)

"Kunpeng, you're truly despicable!"

"Alas, Tianwu, you neither leave nor fight, so you can't blame me."

"I'll remember this grudge for using me as a shield."

shhhhhh

Terrifying beams of light struck, and Tianwu used the Law of Wind to defend against them, but the Great Dao collapsed directly.

The Ancestral Witch of Wind was stunned. The Black Heaven Calamity Light was terrifying, each beam of black light equivalent to the Great Witch Hou Yi sacrificing his life with an arrow.

Just as Hou Yi burned his very essence, reaching the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, the ultimate killing move of the Great Witch could even injure the Ancestral Witch.

The black calamity light was like arrows, and the rain of arrows enveloped the Ancestral Witch of Wind.

When the wind reaches its extreme, the world is plunged into darkness.

Breeze, cold wind, strong wind, hurricane...

The Ancestral Witch of Wind unleashed a fierce storm, and Tianwu, in the eye of the storm, took the brunt of the Black Heavenly Calamity.

Strands of tribulation light twisted and turned, and the Ancestral Witch of Wind shook the Quasi-Saint's killing move.

After the rain of arrows, the Ancestral Witch of Wind coughed up blood, and Tianwu looked like a hedgehog with arrows of calamity stuck all over his body.

The Three Corpses, with the help of the Ancestral Witch's blood, barely fused with some of the power, with the Ancestral Witch of Wind being between the late stage and the peak of the Primordial Chaos realm.

His physical body was already at the level of a Primordial Saint, but his primordial spirit was far inferior, and his understanding of the laws was also considerably weaker.

"Black Sky, don't run away, take my punch!" The Wind Ancestral Witch roared after being injured, burning with rage and ready to fight Black Sky.

Kunpeng emerged from behind the Ancestral Witch, still coldly gazing at the dark sky.

As the supreme sub-saint of the gods, Heitian was cold-blooded and ignored the wrath of the Ancestral Witch of Wind, only focusing on ruthless attacks.

The sky shimmered with light, and the dark light of the tribulation coalesced into a giant hand that slammed down.

The Nine Heavens take Pangu as their highest pursuit, creating scriptures and techniques to emulate the great god Pangu, and have long since returned to simplicity.

At its strongest, the Hand of Heaven could rival the power of one of Pangu's hands at the same level.

Endless Dao patterns, like long snakes, covered the black hand, and countless divine Dao characters filled the palm. The divine Dao runes were all manifestations of the Great Dao rules.

Covering the sky with one hand

Kunpeng looked at him with a mocking expression. Hei Tian was still using the same old tricks, without making any progress at all!

The Ancestral Witch of Wind grew to an enormous size, resembling a giant who created the world, with hands capable of supporting the sky.

The hand from heaven fell, but was directly blocked by the Ancestral Witch, who staggered and barely managed to withstand it.

The demon master calmly attacked Heitian, directly greeting him with fists and feet, while Heitian showed no fear of close combat.

Tianwu was pressed down by a hand, and the Ancestral Witch of Wind sighed helplessly, "Nine Heavens is still too powerful!"

The giant held up the massive hand, overlooking the battle between the demon master and the Black Sky.

In an instant, the figures of two powerful figures were both beneath his palm.

Fists collide, palms clash, and spirits fight.

They clashed in every aspect, from weaponry and physical body to primordial spirit and laws. Both at the Quasi-Saint level, they had reached terrifying limits of cultivation, with no weaknesses whatsoever!

It is a contest of wills, a competition of life's highest realms.

Fighting is an art form, a display of the different levels of combat.

The Kunpeng's killing intent was overwhelming, and the battle intent of the Quasi-Saint Black Heaven moved even ghosts and gods to tears.

The two sides fought fiercely outside the Pangu Temple, battling their way into the Temple of the Kidney, ignoring the fact that powerful figures like Yuanshi were besieging the deities being nurtured in the Pangu Kidney Temple.

Chang Xi's eyes darted around as she said, "The Demon Master is truly powerful! He can actually hold his own against Hei Tian!"

Xihe said majestically, "Kunpeng is a latecomer who surpasses others, wanting to cultivate a second sub-sage Dao fruit with the help of Pangu's divine treasure. Heitian is just a whetstone."

Styx said happily, "Kunpeng, leave the final blow to me, I'll finish off Heitian."

The Styx Ancestor temporarily abandoned the Pangu Divine Treasury and rushed directly towards the Black Heaven, his Great Dao of Slaughter yearning to slay the heavens.

In the past, we were besieged; today, if we can join forces with Kunpeng to slay the heavens, in the future, we will be able to slay the heavens alone.

Kill the heavens, kill the earth, kill all living beings.

In the darkness, there is no freedom, and even less freedom to roam.

The sorcerers employed a variety of methods, with the Ancestral Witch of Wind, the Old Ancestor of the Styx River, and the Pangu Divine Treasury all leveraging the power of Feng Shui.

Kunpeng's wings, sharp as swords, successfully cleaved the heavens, leaving Yuanshi staring in disbelief!

(End of this chapter)