The battle on Tianshan Mountain is in full swing!
Zhu Rong fought five people alone, and it was very difficult, especially the Zhulong on the opposite side, which made Zhu Rong extremely angry.
His fighting style is really like a loach, slippery and elusive.
Moreover, he was not weak at all in terms of interference and attack, which made Zhu Rong tired of dealing with it. He was exhausted after fighting for a while. He didn't know where to use all his strength. It was really frustrating.
Di Lin, on the other hand, was extremely fierce in his attacks and had rough skin and thick flesh. The defensive ability of Qilin's real body was not as weak as that of his Ancestral Witch real body, and he resisted several of his attacks without suffering much damage.
It is true that none of these old guys from the three innate tribes can survive to this day. They all have strengths, which are manifested in different aspects.
Zhu Rong became more and more angry as he fought. In anger, he directly raised the Sky Fire Flag, and the power of the law of the avenue penetrated the Sky Fire Flag.
In an instant, the sky fire filled the entire sky, and its attack did not distinguish between friend and foe. Some of the sky fire fell down along the way, and also injured the Wu clan's own people.
Some people with low cultivation were instantly burned to nothing by the heavenly fire and returned to the world, leaving nothing behind.
At this time, the attacks of Di Lin, Yuan Jin and others arrived. Yuan Jin and the others used spiritual treasures to release the Phoenix True Fire from the outside. Di Lin turned into his true body, and Qilin stepped onto the sky to suppress everything.
But Zhu Rong didn't care about the attacks from Di Lin and others, and took the blow with his true form of the ancestral witch.
Then the Qi machine locked onto Zhulong and launched an attack brazenly. He no longer cared about winning or losing, he just wanted to kill the loach. It was so disgusting.
"Loach, die for grandpa!"
Zhulong was shocked, but after seeing Zhu Rong's contemptuous eyes, he no longer hid. Attack, but take the initiative to attack.
After all, everyone is in the quasi-sage stage. After hiding for a long time, they really think that they are weak and can only be attacked by sneak attacks.
Zhulong's vertical pupils closed, and the power of time burst out, finally turning into a millstone with countless lines on it, moving towards Zhu Rong to suppress it.
Zhu Rong felt a force that invaded Eternity and suppressed time and space, but instead of retreating, he advanced and shouted: "Well done!"
Then he punched out, and the power of the law of the avenue turned into a fire-shaped giant. The giant looked up into the sky and killed towards the millstone of time.
"boom!"
The huge collision ripples spread out like circles of light, and some of the colliding peaks in the distance were instantly burned to powder by the sky fire.
Some living things seem to have experienced reincarnation, from birth to death, without any pain, as if they really died of old age.
The two of them couldn't tell the winner after a collision, but then they fought together in close quarters. They fought fiercely and exchanged injuries for injuries. They were injured in just a few rounds.
As time went on, Zhulong gradually lost to him. Although both of them were in the mid-stage of quasi-sage, Zhu Rong's cultivation was about to break through. Zhulong's quasi-sage broke through with the help of Yinglong, so how could he be compared to it.
When Di Lin, Yuan Jin and others on the side saw this, they saw the opportunity and fought in again, joining the fierce battle and sharing a part for Zhulong.
The battle between the two once again turned into more than a dozen, and the feeling of frustration came again, making Zhu Rong extremely uncomfortable.
Because Zhulong and others knew very well that no one of them could win against Zhu Rong, and the possibility of failure was still high.
There is no doubt about the power of the ancestral witches, and Zhu Rong is still the best among the ancestral witches. In fact, the main reason is that the true form of the ancestral witch is really difficult to deal with. It is full of power and extremely tough.
Only the art of fighting can exhaust Zhu Rong. First, he cannot be supported, and second, when he is exhausted, it will be the day of his death.
In an alien space, Donghua Shanshi Yuanyang watched this scene quietly, with no intention of helping.
"Although Zhulong and others' method is not the best, it is the most effective. The army of the three tribes is far stronger than the army of the Wu tribe. As long as Zhu Rong is held back, defeat will be inevitable sooner or later."
"And maybe Zhu Rong will have to stay here today. Although he is fierce, I don't know how long he can last!"
Donghua looked at this war that had no suspense and felt dull.
Although he was very happy that the three tribes could win, this style of play also indirectly showed that the Zi Mansion still lacked people who could stand alone.
In other words, the independent person in Zifu has not really grown up yet.
Whether it is Haotian, Da Siming, or Yun Zhongjun, as long as these people break through to the quasi-sage stage, Zifu's shortcomings will be completely made up for.
At that time, the Zi Mansion was a real giant, a force that surpassed the two Lich clans in all aspects.
Just when Donghua was meditating, a war in the scene suddenly changed.
It was the battle between Prince Changqin and Ancestor Tianlong.
Changqin couldn't react in time, and was hit by the Tianlong Patriarch's solid punch on his real body. He was knocked away an unknown distance and fell to the ground.
A mouthful of the great witch's true blood sprayed out uncontrollably, and the great mana pouring into his body kept destroying his true body, making it difficult for him to move.
The Tianlong Patriarch would not be merciful. He stepped forward again and punched out. Accompanied by the power of the Great Dao, the strong quasi-saint mana rolled up layers of huge waves, directly sealing the world.
One punch can conquer the world!
This is a sure-kill move, and it is also a move that has no solution. Not to mention the current Prince Changqin, even if he is not injured, he may not be able to catch it.
This scene also fell into Zhu Rong's eyes. He punched several people away angrily and stepped forward to protect Changqin.
Although he was strict with Changqin, he really liked his son. Although he didn't say it, Changqin had always been his pride.
"Time flows backwards!"
Just when Zhu Rong was about to step forward, Zhulong, who had been repelled, stepped forward again, opened his vertical slits, and the terrifying power of time burst out, turning into a wheel of time that suppressed heaven and earth.
Zhu Rong punched out in desperation and went to rescue Changqin, but he underestimated Zhulong's attack. As soon as the wheel of time came into contact, Zhu Rong's attack was instantly turned into nothingness, and then the wheel of time continued to move forward.
Zhu Rong grabbed the Changqin and was about to retreat, but the wheel of time had turned the two of them against the current, and the Changqin in Zhu Rong's hand gradually disappeared.
Because although there is only a short distance between him and Changqin, they are separated by different time and space, so naturally he cannot catch Changqin.
But in real time and space, the attack of Patriarch Tianlong arrived as promised, punching directly through the great witch's true body, and then penetrated the avenue. Changqin turned into specks of light in the unwilling eyes, dissipated between heaven and earth, and returned to his father. God embraces.
When Zhu Rong understood all this, he angrily punched away the wheel of time and returned to the real world, but it was already too late. He witnessed this scene as soon as he returned.
He roared unwillingly: "No!"
At this moment, Zhu Rong's heart seemed to be broken!
He thought a lot. Changqin was his son, a son he had conceived for countless years with the true blood of his ancestral witch. It was also an attempt by the witch clan to expand the number of people in the clan.
But this son looks nothing like him, nor does he look like a member of the witch clan. He often travels around and plays the piano and flute.
But after all, he is his son, connected by blood, and Changqin likes music. He went to Qishan Mountain to collect Fenglai wood and make Yaoqin for him.
Bits and pieces of the past gradually emerged in front of his eyes, which made Zhu Rong heartbroken and he was very unwilling to do so.
But no matter how unwilling he was, Prince Changqin died and nothing was left. This was an indisputable reality.
Zhu Rong looked at everyone present with hatred, and then the whole body was burning with sky fire. The terrifying pressure of the avenue spread across the entire place. The true form of the ancestral witch was moving, and the sky fire flag was like a stream of light, directly killing Zhulong, and then he punched everyone back. !
But he himself stood up and punched the ancestor Tianlong to kill him.
He just wants revenge!
Under the coercive attack of the Quasi-Saint Stage, the Heavenly Dragon Ancestor had no time to react and instinctively rose up to resist, but it was of no use. In the panic, he was blasted into nothingness and the avenue collapsed.
After doing all this, Zhu Rong looked around the audience. As far as his eyes could see, there were bodies of tribesmen everywhere, with broken arms and limbs scattered all over the mountains. However, they still did not flinch. They kept resisting and attacking, and looked down upon death.
But no matter how strong the fighting will is, it is still in vain under the absolute strength.
The people of the Wu clan were surrounded by the legions of the three clans. Several people beat one person at a time and were killed without the ability to fight back.
At this moment, Zhu Rong felt infinitely sad in his heart. He did not have the happiness after revenge, only a kind of helplessness and an unknown pain.
"Since it doesn't make any sense, let's die together, sons and daughters. It's me, Zhu Rong, who is sorry for you!"
Then the whole body's avenue circulated, the power of rules surged out from the true body, and the strong evil energy swept the sky with the cooperation of magic power.
Zhu Rong is going to blow himself up!
This is something that no one expected. After all, this battle is not so tragic.
Zhulong and others reacted immediately and wanted to open the river of time and space to escape, but it was already too late.
Zhu Rong's power of Dao rules has locked several people and sealed time and space. He will have to pull a few back before he dies.
"Haha, you bunch of loaches and miscellaneous birds, bury them with me!"
Seeing that there was no hope of escape, Zhulong and others also began to deal with it wholeheartedly, activating the Lingbao crazily and exerting their strength to the extreme.
If you can't escape, then fight!
"What do you mean by this battle?" Donghua, who was in time and space, asked the person next to him.
"I don't know what the point is. You know, I don't like war. If possible, I hope there will never be a war again!"
Donghua smiled and said, "Is this the greatest meaning?"
"You mean war for the sake of no war?"
Donghua nodded and said, "That's what I mean, because I don't like war either."
"So this war should end!"
After Donghua finished speaking, he jumped out of the dimension of time and space, came to the battlefield, and then pointed out.
There is no earth-shattering movement in this finger, only a restrained light, accompanied by the power of the great avenue.
With the pointing of this finger, Zhu Rong's gathered strength was suppressed, and the entire battlefield seemed to be broken like a mirror, returning to the moment when Patriarch Tianlong was about to kill Changqin.
Donghua pointed his finger again to disperse the attack of the Tianlong Ancestor.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were full of confusion, as if they didn't understand what was happening.
"Zhu Rong Zuwu, long time no see!"
Donghua stepped forward and said hello to Zhu Rong, then stretched out his hand to grab it, and Changqin appeared next to him.
"Brother Changqin, do you think what I just said is right?"
Changqin lowered his head and shook his head, and said: "Maybe King Dong is right, or maybe he is wrong. Changqin has little knowledge and doesn't know the answer!"
Donghua laughed and said: "It doesn't matter, you will have a long time to get the answer to this question."
Changqin nodded and stopped talking.
Zhu Rong asked in confusion: "Were we in an illusion just now?"
Donghua replied: "It's an illusion, but it's not a fantasy. It's a section that I intercepted from the long river of time and space. It's also a situation that may happen in the future, that is, a situation where I am not here."
"I used the power of time and space to intercept it here, so you can feel it."
At this point, everyone realized that the situation where the few people were preparing to fight to the death simply did not exist.
Bai was happy. The moment Zhulong and others saw Donghua appear, they thought they could show off in front of His Majesty.
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. If you want to kill or behead him, it's up to you!" Zhu Rong's face was livid, and he didn't say anything about self-destruction and resistance, because it was futile in front of Donghua, even if it was just a good corpse.
Donghua waved his hand and said softly: "Fellow Taoist Zhu Rong doesn't have to be like this. Changqin and I are Taoist friends. Moreover, when I was in danger in West Kunlun in the past, Taoist Zhu Rong worked tirelessly to help me. I will always remember this kindness. Today I should repay my fellow Taoist."
"Although the time and space fragment just now is just one of the things that may happen in the future, I still hope that fellow Taoist Zhu Rong will not be so impulsive when things happen. Father God and the Dao have given us life. It is not easy to practice. I can think twice before doing anything."
"I also hope that this memory can really help fellow Taoist Zhu Rong."
After Zhu Rong heard this, he didn't say anything. He turned around and looked at the tribal man on the battlefield, letting out a long sigh.
"I, Zhu Rong, am willing to withdraw from the south, but as the ancestral witch of Wu Ting, I must participate in the war between Zi Mansion and Wu Ting, and I am willing to die for the Wu Clan. My ambition cannot be changed!"
"I, Zhurong, owe you Donghua this time. If you have any instructions in the future, please tell me. I, Zhurong, will definitely not refuse."
After Zhu Rong finished speaking, he put away the Sky Fire Flag, commanded the Wu Clan to retreat, and left the Tianhuo Mountain without saying a word.
"Senior, Changqin also said goodbye. Thank you for your life-saving grace, senior!"
Changqin bowed deeply to Donghua, and then left with everyone from the Zhurong Wu Clan.
And with Zhu Rong's departure, the war in the south has ended!
Donghua summoned him casually, and the five innate flags flew out of the sky and earth and fell back into his hand.
"You wait to clean up the battlefield, restrain the brothers who died in the battle, and transport them back to Zi Mansion to enjoy the incense of all living beings in Zi Mansion!"
Everyone answered in unison: "I obey the order!"
Donghua said and left directly!
Zhulong and others began to command the army, part of them cleaned the battlefield, and most of them began to march south of Tianshan Mountain, following closely behind the retreating Zhu Rong. Occupy the southern city tribe and begin to accept the entire southern territory!
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