In the void, the three old men trembled slightly when they saw this scene. It turned out that this latecomer from the Dragon and Phoenix era was already so terrifying!

The three of them looked at each other and saw solemnity in each other's eyes.

Elder Shouxian broke the silence: "Are we still going to take action?"

"Wait a little longer." Old Fu Xian, holding the jade Ruyi, said helplessly: "Since King Dong has used the three of us, he may be ready."

Elder Lu Xian, who was holding the golden seal, nodded heavily.

Below, Qing Ling looked at the six ancestral witches woven into the brocade, and smiled: "Why do you have so many of them? The prehistoric land is too big, and your witch clan may not be able to swallow it."

"Heh~"

A sound shook the sky, and the void collapsed for thousands of miles, breaking right at the weakest point of the Skyline.

"Bah~"

A peerless divine picture was torn apart, and the six great ancestral witches staggered out, with aggrieved eyes, but they could only endure it.

Because their big brother is here.

The Emperor of the Wu Clan, the Space Ancestor Wu Emperor Jiang!

Two more figures came behind Di Jiang.

Wu Pingshou, the ancestor of Jin, and Wu Xuanming, the ancestor of Yuhan.

The ancestral witch of the wood came to the future because he remembered that he owed a favor to Donghuang back then.

Zhu Jiuyin has no future because he is sleeping in Pangu Palace.

Hou Tu will be in the future, because she wants to sit in the central land and protect the entire twelve tribes of the Wu clan.

Just as Zhu Rong was about to speak, Di Jiang reached out to stop him, and instead bowed his hand to Qing Ling.

"Di Jiang has met his predecessor, and his style remains the same."

Qing Ling squinted her eyes, shook the gourd in her hand with a smile, and said, "Little friend Dijiang, I haven't seen you for many years, you have accomplished a lot!"

Di Jiang said in a deep voice: "We, the Witch Clan, didn't know that the Lord was here, so we came to disturb you. We'll take our leave!"

After saying that, he turned around and shouted: "Why don't you go back with me?"

The eight ancestral witches behind him were stunned when they heard this. Is this still their decisive and decisive eldest brother?

"Wait!"

Di Jiang stopped for a moment without turning around, "Senior, are you going to stop me from waiting?"

Qing Ling smiled half-heartedly, "How can I, Donghuang, be easily offended by anyone?

Now that you guys are here, why not do something for me?

It's a chore.

Are you willing?"

When Di Jiang heard this, a chill appeared in his eyes, "Your Excellency, don't push yourself too far."

Qing Ling said with a smile: "Can't you remember my kindness for saving your people back then?"

Several ancestral shamans were a little confused, and it was hard to disturb them with words.

Di Jiang shook his head and turned around, "It seems that you are sincerely in trouble?

I, the Witch Clan, have no one to talk to."

Qing Ling didn't take it seriously and said, "Really?

I don’t think so, just give him a beating and he’ll be able to talk!”

Qing Ling stood up, put down the gourd, took out an ancient green jade-like umbrella from his sleeve, and threw it away.

A flawless jade umbrella flew towards the nine ancestral witches who were angered by Qing Ling.

The jade umbrella slowly unfolded above the heads of the nine great ancestral witches, and for a moment the green lotus fell like rain.

When every green lotus falls, it will burst open and pure green flowers will burst out.

The nine witch clans sneered, and Di Jiang shouted: "Since the other party doesn't want us to leave, let him see the strength of our witch clan."

"witch!"

Gu Suo

The nine ancestral witches roared in unison, causing even the void to burst into pieces.

Facing the nine ancestral shamans who were filled with evil spirits, Qing Ling just opened her red lips and uttered one word.

"town!"

The next blue flower in the sky rose straight up in an instant, and under the sky covered by the green jade umbrella, a majestic giant shadow stood between heaven and earth!

At this moment, the entire prehistoric era was shocked and alarmed.

Those powerful people saw the shadow of Jianmu.

Towering into the sky, it has reached the twenty-sixth level of the sky-high building!

Although Jianmu Chengtian is very tall, no other Taoist knows how tall Jianmu Chengtian is.

Because Jianmu is connected to the sky, those who are not as tall as Jianmu can naturally not see how tall Jianmu is.

In Penglai Wonderland, there was a sound of chess pieces falling to the ground amid the clouds and mist.

Prince Dong stood up suddenly, his eyes shocked, "How could he walk so fast?

The Dragon and Phoenix Tribulation only exceeded 40 yuan, how could he break through five heavens in a row?"

When he thought about it, even if Qing Ling defied heaven, he would still be at the twenty-third heaven level at most.

Every level of supreme power that rises to the next level requires tens of yuan of hard work and enlightenment. According to common sense, Qing Ling will never be able to move that fast.

Unless, he divides himself into three people to practice together.

The phantoms of the building trees are as tall as the sky, and the majesty is like a second incomplete building.

The stars of the universe in the twenty-eighth sky circle around the top of Jianmu Xuying, and the sun, moon and stars form a bright starry sky.

The weight of the twenty-sixth heaven was instantly transferred to the nine great ancestral witches. Such terrifying pressure caused time and space to stand still.

Shebi's corpse was directly pressed to the ground, and Xuan Ming and Qiang Liang were also pressed to the ground, with veins all over their bodies protruding, revealing the true form of the ancestral witch.

The nine ancestral witches have all manifested immortal witch bodies, with a terrifying aura comparable to the might of heaven and earth.

But under the majestic power of heaven and earth, he was still suppressed and unable to move even an inch.

Di Jiang, Zhu Rong, and Gonggong shouted angrily. Xizi's body flashed with electric light as he struggled to get up. Liao Shou and Tian Wu bent down with difficulty, and were crushed under the shadow of Jian Mu.

The muscles of the nine ancestral witches are all tangled, just like their father God Pangu standing upright, supporting the power of heaven and earth!

The nine ancestral witches stepped on the ground as if they had endless strength. They roared and struggled to get up, and the nine majestic true bodies stood upright little by little under the sky.

In their anger, they felt the feelings of Pangu Father God. Perhaps when the heaven and earth first opened, Father God worked hard to support the world.

The nine ancestral witches slowly straightened up with their blood boiling. They were like Pangu, each of them was like Pangu, but none of them was Pangu.

It's just that they are like Pangu, holding the sky with both hands and stepping on the ground with both feet.

Jianmu Xuying made a huge roar, and Jianmu Xuying was actually being lifted up little by little!

If they really overthrow Jianmu's shadow, I'm afraid the nine ancestral witches' state of mind will be even higher!

Qing Ling laughed and walked out of the ancient city.

The moment he left the ancient city, three immortal elders hidden in the void sneaked into Duguang.

Jianmu's shadow began to tremble slowly. It was held up by nine gods and demons that looked like the sky was opened, rising and rising.

However, when Qing Ling stepped on the peak of Jianmu's shadow, Jianmu instantly fell silent.

Qing Ling said with a smile: "Give it to me!"

The power of the wooden path between heaven and earth surged crazily, pouring into the shadow of the building tree, making it green and prosperous as spring, and the weight of the building tree became several times heavier.

Along with the roar, the nine great ancestral witches were stepped on by Qing Ling under the building tree.

There was no sound between heaven and earth, and all living beings felt their eyes were blurred. They never thought that the lawless Wu Clan would one day be suppressed!

Qing Ling smiled, and a bunch of red thread was scattered around her waist. It followed Jianmu's shadow and fell straight down to the twenty-sixth level, and was tied to the pulse of the left palm of the nine ancestral witches.

The red thread is closely related to them, and it is difficult to break it off.

The other ends of the nine red lines are all held in Qing Ling's hands.
Chapter completed!