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Volume 3: Taoist Preaching Chapter 11: Teacher, you are here!  (Second update)

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    The Twelve Ancestral Witches and everyone looked at the Holy Dragon with confusion on their faces, like migrant workers who had just entered the city. They had never seen the big world and looked at the Holy Dragon curiously.  Zhu Rong reached out and waved his hands in front of the daydreaming Holy Dragon: "Brother is possessed by a demon?"

    Shenglong was awakened by Zhu Rong. He looked at Zhu Rong with contempt and cursed in his heart. Your mother is possessed. Is it so easy for such a handsome and unrestrained person to become possessed?  He stood happily beside Hou Tu like a little rabbit. This can help his future legs!

    Kunpeng was completely ignored by the Holy Dragon and the Ancestral Witches. He felt that the demon clan behind him looked at him with contempt.

    "Holy Dragon!" Kunpeng shouted at Holy Dragon angrily; "Then we'll do it once."

    The Holy Dragon looked at Kunpeng's huge body in the sky in stunned silence. In the prehistoric world, it was rare for its true form to appear directly when fighting with people. Kunpeng was really irritated by the Holy Dragon's contempt and wanted to kill, so he directly restored his true form.

    Kunpeng is a giant in the sky, and the weight of later aircraft carriers is far from comparable to him, at least a hundred times the weight of aircraft carriers.  Legend has it that Kunpeng lives in the North Sea and feeds on dragons. If he doesn't eat a few dragons every day, he will get hungry.

    The witch clansmen gathered around the Holy Dragon, their eyes full of encouragement and warlike emotions. When the Holy Dragon saw Houtu, he sighed in his heart what a wonderful girl!  Living among a group of militants all day has changed.

    Hou Tu¡¯s eyes were full of warlikeness, his face was resolute and angry, and his pink lips were sexy and seductive.  Shenglong looked like he had a monkey in his heart.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????¡­  Shenglong gritted his teeth and looked at the ancestral witches who were watching. He was not the protagonist!  How come someone who was just passing by to gain favor has now become a gangster? The Twelve Ancestral Witches are the gang bosses.  From then on, he was completely involved with the twelve gang bosses.  My heart was bleeding, but my body responded as quickly as possible.

    "Eight steps against the dragon, the divine dragon's claws"

    The holy dragon did not use his dragon sword. Faced with the appearance of Kunpeng, he intuitively felt that the dragon sword weapon might not work. The clouds in the sky opened and closed, and Kunpeng's body disappeared and appeared.  The holy dragon's body glowed golden and flashed in the clouds as Kunpeng's body moved.  From time to time, the sound of the holy dragon shouting could be heard. Sometimes the divine dragon would explore its claws, and sometimes the divine dragon would wag its tail.  The names of the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms of later generations continue to appear in the sky.

    The people below were shaking their heads and looking intoxicated.  Zhu Rong nodded constantly beside Hou Tu and praised him fiercely.  His head nods like an oil extraction machine.  The people below were watching, a group of witches and demons making soy sauce.

    Kunpeng is indeed a strange species from ancient times. Shenglong thought in his heart that this bird is very powerful. He chased Kunpeng's figure in the clouds, transformed into a dragon, and roared continuously.  The wind follows the tiger, the clouds follow the dragon, and the cloud energy surrounds the holy dragon.  He stretched out his dragon claw and grabbed Kunpeng, drawing a graceful arc that was as graceful as Pangu's sky-opening ax. He was invisible in the clouds. When Kunpeng swooped down from above, the holy dragon swung its tail.

    "The dragon swings its tail!"

    The clouds rolled back towards Kunpeng.

    They were fighting inextricably in the sky, evenly matched.

    Taiyi and Dijun looked ugly. They thought that the Demon Master had arrived and was waving victory to them, but they did not expect that a master that the Wu Clan found from nowhere could actually compete with Kunpeng Demon Master.

    Taiyi held the Chaos Bell in his hand, and Bai Ze, Bifang and several powerful demon clan officials were beside him.  Seeing the current situation, Di Jun could no longer do anything.

    "Today our demon clan is defeated! I just want to let go of the tribesmen behind me and leave some blood to my demon clan, and we will let you handle it." He mentioned the suggestion again with a sad expression.

    The Twelve Witch Clan did not immediately agree. Although they hated the Monster Clan, they felt a little soft-hearted when they saw Taiyi and Dijun standing up for their people.  But he was in a dilemma if he really wanted to agree to Di Jun's request, but he was worried that the demon clan would continue to harm his people in the future.  The clouds in the sky seemed to have been exploded, layers of clouds and mist rolled in the sky like waves, and a bit of golden light in the sky was like a stone thrown into the lake.  The golden air waves spread like waves.  Shenglong and Kunpeng looked ugly in front of everyone.  No one knows who wins and who loses.

    "Good brother, are you okay?" Zhu Rong patted Shenglong on the shoulder with concern, and Shenglong staggered.  He fled from his hands to Hou Tu's side.  Looking at Houtu with tears streaming down his face.  Now my miserable appearance cannot make you feel heartbroken, but you will feel a little embarrassed!  After all, I¡¯m not from your witch clan!  Although I am willing to be a thug of the Wu clan, the leader needs to show some kind of expression!

    Shenglong¡¯s expression was so miserable, as if his parents were dead.  Houtu just smiled.

    It turns out that Hou Tu doesn¡¯t like to talk, but luckily he¡¯s not mute, Holy Dragon HeartIt was somewhat comforting to think about it.

    "Holy Dragon! What do you say now?" Kunpeng said

    Hearing Kunpeng¡¯s words, Shenglong immediately seemed like a different person, as energetic as a shot of chicken blood. He felt that he should now enter the protagonist mode, full of heroic spirit and the melancholy that a hero should have.

    Hongyun crawled to the side of Shenglong again, "Let's end it quickly. If we keep fighting, we will all die together." A good old man also has a temper. As the first ray of red clouds in the world, his qualifications are rare in the world. He has been beaten several times.  Being treated as nothing but air, now I have to gain a sense of presence.

    "How about both sides giving up?"

    Shenglong looked at Kunpeng and said, thinking in his heart that Kunpeng was injured now and was no better than himself. Now the lich's double-haired form has returned to the past.  Judging from the pain caused by Zhu Rong's hand, he knew that the Wu Clan could still fight.  He never thought that he was a good person, not to mention that in the prehistoric world, the strong were respected, and he could do it himself. He really became the protagonist of the Lich Tribulation, and the law of heaven was the first to come out and destroy him.

    "good!"

    "Brother, why did you agree?" Zhu Rong asked anxiously after hearing Shenglong's words.

    I¡¯m going to do it. Isn¡¯t this a matter between your Witch Clan and Monster Clan? I¡¯m already giving you face by intervening, okay?  I'll help you fight to the death, will you give me the soil, he thought to himself.  Shenglong looked at Zhu Rong with a smile, "It's my business if I agree, it has nothing to do with you."

    Zhu Rong wanted to say more, but Di Jiang seemed to understand Shenglong's meaning, stopped Zhu Rong, and exchanged glances with several brothers, showing an invisible smile.  Shenglong smiled and ran to Zhen Yuanzi's side. He decided to stay with Zhen Yuanzi from now on, be a happy onlooker, and play soy sauce with them.

    "Shameless" Kunpeng saw the twelve ancestral witches looking at him and the demon clan with evil intentions, and knew that he had been betrayed by the Holy Dragon.

    Shenglong smiled.  Smiling happily, who else would I cheat if I didn¡¯t cheat you?  "I am not a witch, so naturally I cannot represent the witch clan." Shenglong looked at Kunpeng, "Your IQ is not enough, you need to recharge!"

    No one understood what Shenglong said, but the tone and look in his eyes made everyone know that what this dragon master said was definitely not a compliment.

    Zhu Rong is the most positive. Now his situation is very good. As the saying goes, if you take advantage of your illness, it will kill you. As the saying goes, you will take advantage of the opportunity to beat the drowned dog.  As the saying goes, Zhu Rong wanted to kill Taiyi.

    Zhu Rong took the opportunity to follow the Xiangyao clan and wanted to take advantage of it, but it was a pity that it was difficult to take advantage.  He rushed in front of Kunpeng, and an invisible ripple flashed in the space, bouncing him back.  With his ancestral witchcraft and strong body, he felt unbearable pain when he fell to the ground.  The sky is filled with glowing rays, purple air comes from the east, and the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers.  Everyone looked at the distance in surprise, as invisible majesty came from the sky.

    Shenglong's eyes are wet. He has stepped in here invisible. The biggest reliance is not on his own ability. He believes that Hongjun will definitely appear in the Lich War. After all, this is a major event that rewrites the history of the ancient times. It must be  Only with God's permission.  In the eyes of Shenglong, Hongjun is the spokesperson of heaven in the prehistoric world.  Just like the agents of later generations, the market is still in chaos now, and agents must come up with solutions.

    Although the horizon is far away, for people like Hongjun, this distance is as ordinary and easy as eating.

    When Shenglong turned around, Hongjun had already appeared in front of them.

    The Twelve Ancestral Witches had never seen Hongjun and didn't know who he was, but seeing his appearance, they knew that the person coming was definitely not an ordinary person. Except for them, everyone in the Purple Cloud Palace who went abroad saluted Hongjun.  .

    Teacher Hongjun is finally here, and this war between the lich and the lich is finally over.

    Shenglong was the first to fly to Hongjun: "Teacher, you are here!" He looked at Hongjun as if he were seeing a relative.

    Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun looked at Shenglong in confusion. When did he kiss the teacher like this?

    They don¡¯t understand that as the spokesperson of Heavenly Dao, Hongjun is the biggest and thickest thigh in the world. The first sermon was the first time that the Holy Dragon met Hongjun. Naturally, he was serious. Now in front of so many people, he still doesn¡¯t show it.  If you don't support yourself, then no one can come to trouble you in the future!  Time travel is awesome, no explanation.

    Hongjun was very kind and cooperative, looking at Shenglong and nodding to him, but in Shenglong's intuition, he felt that Hongjun had seen through his inner thoughts, and this idea was out of control.  Shenglong quickly bowed to Hongjun and stepped aside.

    "Both sides behind closed doors have their own injuries. Liches are from the same clan as Pangu, and they are of the same origin. It is better to disperse. From now on, the demon clan controls the sky and the witch clan controls the earth! How about that?" Hongjun said to him kindly like a businessman.  everyone said.

      The boss has said so, and the younger brother naturally has no objection. Kunpeng winked at Dijun, and Dijun quickly agreed. Being able to leave here completely now is what Dijun cares about most. As for the future, we will talk about it later.  .

    The Wu clan did not agree.  Why do you say it alone and I want to listen?

    "What are your abilities? Let me listen to you." It was Zhu Rong who spoke again.  The holy dragon was so frightened that he peed. Didn't this blind guy see that the gods all over the place were pretending to be grandsons?

    "Then what do you want to do?" Hongjun said.

    Zhu Rong exchanged glances with other ancestral witches.  "We and the Witch Clan are all in the same spirit. If you defeat us, we will naturally listen to you."

    "good!"

    The twelve ancestral witches formed a large formation, and the twelve evil gods formed a large formation in the sky. The evil spirit filled the sky. Pangu's clone appeared again in front of everyone holding the sky-opening ax.  Amid everyone's worries, Hongjun sank and shattered Pangu's clone easily. The twelve ancestral witches were driven out of the formation, and they looked at Hongjun in numb shock.

    "I am a saint." Hongjun said softly.  But it shocked everyone.

    The strength of a saint, this is the strength of a saint.  Shenglong screamed in his heart, one day my brother will be like this.

    The Wu tribe is a trustworthy nation. Since they cannot defeat Hongjun, they can only obey Hongjun's arrangements.  From then on, the demon clan controlled the sky and the shaman clan controlled the ground, and they lived in peace for a while.
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