"Okay!" Kunpeng responded decisively.

Xuanming Ancestor Witch smiled and said, "Kunpeng, you will immediately taste the horror of the Speed ​​Ancestor Witch, and trembled under his unparalleled combat power."

"Oh, right?" Kunpeng smiled indifferently, flew into the depths of the sky with Dijiang, and fought in the howling nine heavenly winds.

Di Jiang knew that Kunpeng was not an easy person, and he burst out with a peak speed as soon as he made a move, and a punch hit Kunpeng's head.

"Hit!" said Ju Mang, the ancestor of the wood, in surprise.

Thunder ancestor Wu Qiangliang followed and rejected: "No, it's the afterimage, Kunpeng is so fast."

"Before our witch clan rose, Kunpeng seemed to have the title of the world's number one in speed." The solemn voice of the witch Houtu, the ancestor of the earth, rang out.

"That's right, his name, the number one in the world, should belong to our witch clan." Xuan Ming said with a domineering aura.

Kunpeng was originally good at speed. When he was practicing with the Taoist partner Dayue Ancient Immortal, he specially understood her ultimate speed path.

Although Kunpeng's current speed is not as outrageous as the Dayue Ancient Immortal, it is far from comparable to Dijiang.

After Di Jiang's attacks failed several times, Kunpeng began to fight back. He first touched Di Jiang's "dog head" and sighed: "You are too weak!"

When Di Jiang hit him with a backhand, he had already gone around Di Jiang's back, kicked Di Jiang in the butt, and said, "I'm fighting with you, I feel like bullying children, but I have never liked to bully the weak."

Di Jiang burst out with all his strength and punched him again, but fell in the air again. Kunpeng stood on Di Jiang's left shoulder with his hands on his back. The wind blew his robe, but he looked at the entire vast land and sighed: "Who is the one who is the ups and downs in the vast land?"

Kunpeng's playful fighting style made Di Jiang feel deeply humiliated, and he kept bursting and accelerating.

But no matter how he accelerates or breaks out, Kunpeng's speed is always far higher than that of him, just like the lofty holy realm, out of reach.

"I have only used about one-tenth of my strength. Are you sure you will continue to fight?" Kunpeng retreated and looked at Dijiang.

Just now, Kunpeng used the strength of the Martial Immortal Flow, the power of the body of 360 epochs, and the power of the 1,024th epochs increased by the source power totem, which was more than 1,300 epochs.

Kunpeng's magical cultivation is more than 13,000 epochs.

One thousand three hundred is one tenth of ten thousand three thousand.

This is nothing wrong.

"One tenth?" Di Jiang felt that Kunpeng was forcibly pretending, "I would rather brag in front of me than be generous. I would like to show all my strength to let me see it."

"Don't you understand yet? You don't even have the qualification to let me show all your strength, because..." Kunpeng smiled, "Once I use all my strength, you will explode in a 'bang...', leaving only a pile of slag."

"I have never seen someone as arrogant as you." Di Jiang knew that he had been defeated, and was wondering whether to call on the remaining ten brothers and sisters to siege Kunpeng together.

"It seems that you have a great misunderstanding of my strength, so just suppress your strength and satisfy your desire to be abused." As soon as Kunpeng finished speaking, the person disappeared deep in the sky.

To be precise, it is not disappearing, but fast, and even the eleven ancestor witches cannot capture Kunpeng.

So everyone saw Di Jiang like a sandbag, beaten to fly around in the air, without even the power to resist.

"Although I don't want to admit it, Kunpeng is right. Once the Witch Clan loses the Twelve Dutian God Evil Formation, it will no longer pose any threat to him." Houtu never thought that a quasi-saint would bring such great pressure to the Witch Clan.

If the one who is hostile to the Witch Clan is not Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun, but Kunpeng, then the Witch Clan will definitely not be able to stop it.

The other nine ancestor witches opened their mouths and wanted to refute, but when they saw Kunpeng's perverted speed, they had nothing to say.

In the face of the perverted speed, the siege of eleven ancestor witches is a joke.

After all, they can't even catch other people's figures and even fuck them.

After a while, Kunpeng flew from the depths of the sky with Di Jiang, who was beaten into a pig's head by him, and threw Di Jiang to Xuanming's ancestor witch.

"According to the agreement, I won the Dijiang River and Zhurong is left to me to deal with it. I think you must have no objection." Kunpeng stood with his hands behind his back and looked down at the eleven ancestor witches.

The eleven ancestor witches were all taken away by Kunpeng, and no one dared to say anything.

"So goodbye!"

Kunpeng was about to leave, but he saw Jiufeng rushing out of the Witch Tribe and said, "If the Twelve Ancestor Witches lack any one, they cannot arrange the Twelve Dutian God Evil Formation, causing the Witch Tribe to lose the qualification to compete with the demon tribe. It won't take long to turn here into ruins."

"What the Jiufeng Daoist means is that I should let Zhurong go. My subordinates will die if they die. Zhurong, the North Sea Demon Clan, will kill him if he wants to. With my Kunpeng face, you will fight if you want to."

A look of shame and annoyance flashed in Jiufeng's eyes. In the thick earth formation, when you converted the killing demonic energy into the paradise of bliss, you called someone's wife, but now you called someone's fellow Taoist Jiufeng, man, hehe...

"I don't mean that. The body of the ghost car is intact. Our witch clan will resurrect him and ask Zhu Rong to apologize to you, and promise not to invade the North Sea Demon Clan in the future. Do you think this is OK?" Jiufeng also became polite.

Kunpeng felt that his wife had to give her face, so he nodded seriously and said, "I'm quite sincere, I'll give you this face."

Jiufeng looked at his eldest brother Xuan Ming.

Xuanming Ancestral Witch immediately used witchcraft to summon souls and started to resurrect the ghost car. However, after using the soul-summoning technique for a long time, others' faces turned red, and they did not summon the soul of the ghost car.

"This is a failure!" Kunpeng complained.

Jiufeng stared at Kunpeng with his eyes, and intuition told her that the soul of the ghost car had not been summoned, it was this guy who was messing around. He sent a message: "I don't care if that bastard Zhurong is dead, I don't care. What I care about is the future of the witch clan.

You should release Zhurong quickly, otherwise you will not want to become a Taoist partner with me, let alone let me give birth to a baby for you."

What a tough threat!

"I didn't plan to kill Zhurong, but why do I feel like you really want to have a baby for me? See you at the third update tonight!" Kunpeng said in a voice transmission.

"Going out, I want to give birth to a baby for you, so I won't be so stinky." Jiufeng cursed with a voice, but his face was full of friendship. "Your Taoist partner Nuwa used the Nine Heavens Xirang of the Houtu ancestor witch of my witch clan to be able to succeed in creating a human being and become a saint. I hope you can give up Zhurong in this way."

Kunpeng released Zhu Rong from the Qiankun bag, but took his true spirit away and said, "You knelt down to the shore of the North Sea immediately and pray for the dead North Sea demon clan for three days. If you dare to kill a demon cultivator in the North Sea again in the future, I will crush your true spirit. Do you understand?"
Chapter completed!