Chapter 89: Take action without saying a word

Seeing this, Old Taoist Hongjun rolled up his sleeves. The chaos in front of him shook gently, like a breeze blowing by, blowing Hongjun's sleeves to pieces. He couldn't help but his expression moved slightly, his eyes fell on the orb above the Holy Lord's head, and he sighed: "What a treasure!"

Hongjun's cultivation is naturally extraordinary. He is a figure in the fourth realm of the leader level.

And the incarnation of the Holy Lord seems to be different from Hongjun's magical power. This has been a stalemate for many years to this day.

But now, Taiyi was injured right under his nose by the holy master in an understatement. It was so powerful that even Hongjun didn't react.

It seems that the clouds are calm and the wind is light, without even a ripple, it hurts Tai Daozu, the third level of Hedao Daozu.

Figures like Tai Daozu, who created the world easily, stirred up chaos with every move, but they were also hurt by the moment, and they still didn't realize it. The horror of it, coming from the Avenue of Chaos, is truly indescribable. If there were thousands of chaotic universes, they would be gone in an instant.

Tai Daozu was injured by this, and his face was as golden as paper for a moment. He was finally blocked by Hongjun, and he regained consciousness with his breath, and his face was as iron as steel.

This kind of great power really shocked the Tai Dao Ancestor. However, this Taoist ancestor is not an ordinary person after all. His Taoism is profound, and he has also refined Pangu's true body. Although he is not as good as the true king, he is not an ordinary person. Although this strike hurt him, it didn't hurt him to the core.

At this time, the true king's face was not good-looking. He only looked at the holy master and said: "If you use your wings to besiege me, you will also be besieged with your own strength. In that case, then take action!"

The Holy Lord laughed, and turned around to manifest the true form of the Chaos Demon God, which was infinitely vast. He reached out and took the originally huge tower in his palm, shook his hands to shake out the countless demon gods, and lifted the tower up. : "Hongjun, I will take your life today!"

Without finishing his words, the giant tower crashed down, chaos rolled over, and manifested immeasurable wind, water, and fire, each with its own secrets, covering Hongjun and the others, and only letting the true king out!

Hongjun remained calm, rolled up his sleeves, and rolled the seventeen ancestral witches out: "Take care of all those guys!"

The seventeen ancestral witches are already gearing up.

They don't look up to the Holy Lord and the Hunyuan Da Luo Demon God. However, the immeasurable minions are a good place to show off their skills.

Protected by Hongjun's clear light, they broke through the mysteries of the infinite avenue, revealed their true bodies, and bravely charged into the many demon gods.

The first one, with a true body of black and yellow, has thousands of hands, each holding a treasured bow and sharp blade, surrounded by gods and demons. When he exhales and sounds, he roars like thunder. It is the ancestral witch the day after tomorrow.

Then one of them swayed and turned into an ancient giant, holding a dry hand in one hand and a broken body in the other, with fighting intent rising to the sky to break through the chaos. It was the ancestral witch of the Xingtian clan!

The other fifteen statues, each showing their true form, are all giants, powerful enough to shock the ages, and kill thousands of armies!

The day after tomorrow, the ancestral witch nocked an arrow and opened his bow. The arrow was like a thread, and there was only a crash and explosion. Many Daluo demons around him were reduced to nothingness. A quasi-holy demon god in the distance, before he could react, was transparent from front to back, his soul collapsed, and his body instantly fell into chaos.

Those many demon gods have nothing to fear. They swarmed in, and more than a dozen quasi-sages surrounded Hou Tian's ancestral witches. The ancestral witch either fired his bow or swept across, fighting with the demon.

The ancestral shaman of the Xingtian clan might as well make more concessions, and those who pass by his relatives will be crushed into dust and mud. The light of the ax is vertical and horizontal, like the creation of the world, and the shield is as big as a mountain. It can be smashed or swept away, and it is difficult to encounter an opponent.

However, the Chaos Demon God was not idle after all. He was caught off guard, and the ancestral witch did kill a lot of people. When they reacted, they each released their treasures, and then the stalemate settled.

Those many Daluo Demon Gods formed an attack formation, with immeasurable energy and immeasurable divine power. They attacked the true form of the ancestral witch with a clanging sound. Those many quasi-sages were either killed by the ancestral witches, or they surrounded the ancestral witches, and they fell into a stalemate for a while.

Only the ancestral witches of the Houtian clan and the Xingtian clan are the most violent. These two ancestral witches are both figures who have stepped into the realm of Hunyuan Daluo. They are almost invincible among this demon god.

The key is that these ancestral witches have awakened to the mystery of Pangu's bloodline in the chaos. No matter whether their true bodies are strong or their physical powers are magical, they are not inferior to the Chaos Demon God in the slightest, but there are still some differences. Otherwise, how could seventeen people defeat the infinite! ?

Here, the war is in full swing. But somewhere far away, Hongjun, six saints, and the three Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortals of the Holy Mother, a total of ten people, were already fighting with the Holy Lord!

Let's look at the Holy Lord. He only put the orb on his head but it didn't move. He suppressed the chaos as if he were falling into a mire. He just lifted up the giant tower and fought fiercely with Hongjun. As for the rest, they can only harass a little on the side, but have no merit.

The more advanced the practice, the greater the gap in realm. Below the saints are ants, and the gap between the fourth realm and the third realm is so huge that it is barely even the slightest difference.

The six saints under Hongjun, at this time, somehow formed a body and joined forces to attack. They seemed to have some atmosphere of the fourth realm, but they were ignored by the holy master and allowed to attack. How could they do anything to the saints? Mainly a hair?

No matter how powerful it is, it can open up millions of chaotic universes in an instant, and it can destroy hundreds of millions of chaotic universes. To the Holy Lord, it is just a breeze blowing on his face, which is nothing.

Chihun Demon Ancestor and the Emperor of Heaven at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, that is, Taoist Taihun, Taoist Taishi, and the Holy Mother of Taiming also formed a formation, but they were far inferior. Not even a hint of wind could stir up the Holy Lord. However, the three Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian and the Holy Master just dozed off and fell asleep. No matter how hard they tried, they could not even pull out a single hair!

In the eyes of the Holy Lord, there is nothing but a giant ear.

The Holy Lord attacked violently, only picking up the giant tower and smashing it down hard. With one smash, the mysterious Tao was grasped at his fingertips, pure and unique, and filled with chaos.

As for Hongjun, the clouds are calmer and the wind is much lighter. His long sleeves were fluttering, his beard and hair were flying around, he would flick his fingers or roll up his sleeves, and he was on par with the Holy Lord in a fight.

The two of them were fighting like children, a child fighting, but the secret between them had already transcended all senses and was close to the avenue of chaos.

The holy master fought so happily that he couldn't help laughing: "Hongjun, you are so helpless before I exert my strength. If I activate the orb, your bones will be gone. If I ask you again, will you accept it?"

Hongjun said calmly: "Don't say too much, only after fighting will you know."

The Holy Master laughed: "Okay, I won't cry until I see the coffin."

However, he cast his gaze in the distance and saw the True Lord fighting with the twelve Chaos Demon Gods. He smiled and said: "This kid has some abilities, but if you practice my method, if you can't defeat the twelve Demon Gods under my command, , but also wants to lose my face. I will give him some motivation!"

At this time, the true king was colliding with the twelve demon gods. The person in front of him, whose face was as frosty as ice, raised his hand and punched him, and with a click, the chaos was frozen into powder. But Zhenjun ignored it. With one against twelve, one has to fight tooth and nail, and does not allow for much consideration. Regardless of the supernatural powers, fists, kicks, and tactics around him, just look at that person's head and hit him with one blow.