With that roar, the flames of Buzhou Mountain shot into the sky. No one could imagine that Donghuang Taiyi directly ignited the entire Buzhou Mountain with magical power that no one knew about. ¨R This sudden change caused everyone¡¯s expressions to change drastically and look frightened. The entire Buzhou Mountain was ignited, and no one could touch the flames of Donghuang Taiyi in the imperial realm. This meant that if the other party was not willing, no one would be able to leave the heaven. At this moment, Donghuang Taiyi was not only unhappy, but also extremely evil. "Ah!" There was another loud roar, the Linshen Technique was activated, and a terrifying spiritual storm struck in all directions, sweeping through the Eight Wastelands. The terrifying mental pressure made even the ancestral witch feel as if a giant mountain was pressing down on his head, which was unbearable, let alone other monks. In an instant, bursts of screams were heard, and each witch clan exploded like a burst of bubbles, shattered into pulp, and then turned into streaks of black smoke and rushed toward the ancestor of water, witch Gonggong. In just a few breaths, the hundreds of millions of witches in the eighth heaven were completely dead, with only the twelve ancestral witches left. "What is an emperor, unparalleled in the world? What is an emperor, the king of kings?" When Zhao Ming returned to the imperial realm, the so-called quantity not only lost its meaning, but also became something that he could easily erase. The Lin Shen Technique activated by the Emperor Realm is enough to easily obliterate all monks below the Immortal King Realm. At this moment, the coverage of this magical power is so wide that it covers almost half of the eighth heaven. The divine power was so powerful that even the Immortal King almost fainted and found it difficult to face it. The day after tomorrow, his face changed drastically, his face turned pale, and he shouted in horror: "Taiyi, no!" "No, no way Zhao Ming screamed in grief. Heavenly Court was destroyed and Emperor Jun was killed. There were more than hundreds of millions of monsters, but at this moment, the number was reduced to less than a million, and they were almost exterminated. He is not a heartless person, how can he treat this matter as if it never happened. "I was supposed to die together with Miss A Xue, but fate made me miraculously survive!" Looking at Hou Tu, Zhao Ming slowly said: "If I die, maybe nothing will happen. But I still survived. I thought that if I came back alive, I could put an end to many of the mistakes I had made. I never expected that fate would let me come back alive to avenge them. " "I can't do anything to you, but they No one can escape!" Two tears fell from the corners of his eyes. The moment the voice stopped, his body moved and rushed towards the nearest ancestor of Jin, Wu Ping. Did not use the Pear Immortal Step. He didn't use the fire escape technique, and walked directly towards him. With a seemingly random step, he was already approaching Xuan Sheng in an instant. He raised his hand and smacked it with a palm. He didn't use the Fist of Heaven's Punishment, nor even used the True Fire of Destruction of the Sun. He simply condensed a little bit of the True Fire of the Sun and smacked it towards Liao Shui. "Donghuang Taiyi, don't think that you can be sure of victory today. There is no ancestral witch in this world who is afraid of you!" Wu Ping, the ancestor of Jin, let out a roar and tried his best in his life. It turned into immeasurable golden light and was like a heavenly sword aimed at Zhaoming to kill him. This is not an ordinary magical power, it is more like a move of dying together. Condensing all the power on himself, not only the energy, but also the power of the physical body, he crashed directly into it. This blow. The breath was pushed to the end that an Immortal King could reach, and it surged and hit thousands of miles. But Zhaoming didn't seem to notice it, didn't change at all, and slapped him with the same palm. this moment. The space at that place seemed to be distorted. In everyone's eyes, Zhao Ming's movements became very slow, indescribably slow, but it made people feel unable to avoid it. Just looking at that random palm, it was directly slapped on the body of Wu Pingshou, the ancestor of Jin. "Crash!" A very strange sound, like the flapping sound of leaves when they are driven by the strong wind. Then he saw Liao Shuo turn into a ball of flame and rise into the sky. When the flame dissipated, it disappeared without a trace. The huge gap in strength is like this. When they are both in the Immortal King realm, Zhao Ming can steadily overpower him, and he can win without any suspense when fighting alone. "But now after entering the emperor's realm, this so-called ancestral witch in the ultimate immortal king realm is already vulnerable to him. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? A black smoke whirred, like a dark cloud, rushed directly into Gonggong's body in the distance. After killing Lingshou, Zhaoming had no expression on his face, neither sad nor happy, and walked toward Shebi's corpse with long strides. One step, two steps, like a space shift, in an instant he was in front of Shebi's corpse, he raised his hand and covered it directly. "Ah!" Shebishi shouted angrily, activated his magical powers, and bursts of strange black light emitted from his body, condensing into one body, as ifIt is smelted from gold water and has amazing defensive power. He is originally a defensive ancestral witch, and now he is using all his defense methods, which is enough to compare with the acquired treasure body of Zhao Ming in the past. But it was just a comparison. I saw that palm falling, blowing by like the spring wind and autumn rain, a handful of flames rising, and a ball of black smoke rising into the sky, rushing towards Gonggong in the distance. When the flames dissipated, Shebi¡¯s corpse was never seen again. Even the ancestral witch with the most powerful defense was no different from anyone else in front of Zhao Ming at this moment. It was just a matter of one palm. In an instant, two ancestral witches were killed in a row. Zhaoming had no intention of stopping and walked towards Jumang again. "Taiyi, no, please, don't fight!" Houtu cried loudly, trying to stop him. But just as his body moved, Zhao Ming had already walked in front of Ju Mang, raised his hand and patted it down, a fire xuan'er flashed, black smoke rushed out, and Wu Ju Mang, the ancestor of wood, fell. At this moment, Zhao Ming could easily kill all the ancestral witches, but he didn't do that. He wanted revenge and he wanted revenge. The heaven collapsed, the emperor fell, and hundreds of millions of monsters were almost exterminated. What he wanted was not only to kill, but also to brutally kill, one by one, so that these ancestral witches could personally experience the fear that comes when death approaches. "Ah!" Wu Zhurong, the ancestor of fire, roared angrily and went straight towards Zhaoming to kill him. The witch clan is warlike, and so are the ancestral witches. How could they, who were born from the Pangu bloodline, be afraid, let alone wait for Zhaoming to kill them one by one. Although Zhu Rong was angry at this moment and had pushed his strength to an extreme that he had never reached before, he still could not make up the gap. Zhao Ming just turned around and grabbed Zhu Rong's arm casually. With the five elements of chaos activated, the Fire Ancestral Witch immediately collapsed in the air. Although Zhu Rong¡¯s body is taller than Zhaoming¡¯s, at this moment, it seems that Zhaoming is carrying him like a chicken. "In this era, I am the God of Fire!" As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of true sun fire rushed out from the palm of his hand. It didn't have the momentum of a stormy sea, but just like a small snake, it wound all the way along Zhu Rong's arm. The speed was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, Zhu Rong was completely enveloped and turned into a burning man. When the flames dissipated, a column of black smoke rushed out and flew toward Gonggong. The Ancestral Witch of Fire, who controlled the power of fire, was burned alive. At this moment, the other ancestral witches also came to their senses, and their expressions suddenly changed. The power of the emperor under the blessing of the God of God actually made them feel like weak people before the master, letting others slaughter them without knowing how to resist. . Zhu Jiuyin¡¯s body flashed, and he activated the power of time to kill Zhaoming. "Donghuang Taiyi, I will fight to the death today!" These words were absolute, as if we wanted to die together. Zhao Ming sneered: "You are not worthy of fighting me to the death!" He raised his hand and transformed into the true fire of the sun, killing it like a whirlwind of fire against the power of time. With almost no obstruction, the true fire of the sun burned the power of time cleanly, drowning Zhu Jiuyin in an instant. In front of this tyrannical power of fire, the power of time is simply not enough to match it. With a flash of his body, Zhao Ming arrived first and had already killed Tian Wu who had just used his magical power. That palm was so fast that it was about to hit. Once the figure flashed, it stood in front of Zhao Ming's palm. "If you want to kill, kill me first. Do you have the heart to let me watch my relatives die one by one? Kill me first and let me die with them!" Hou Tu looked at Zhaoming and cried loudly Shouting, she was ready to die at this moment. That palm was so close that there was no way to dodge it. And Zhaoming had no intention of stopping, and continued to slap him with his palm. Just when he was about to hit Hou Tu, he saw a flash of red light, his whole body turned into flames and went around Hou Tu, gathered his figure behind her, and landed on Tian Wu with a palm. The flames flashed, the black smoke moved, and rushed into Gonggong's body, and the Ancestral Witch of the Wind died. "LihuaI won't do anything to you, but youcan't stop me. If my eldest brother hadn't died, I might not care about anything else, but at this momentI really can't stop." The words fell, and he was already in front of Xuan Ming. He flipped his palms and rushed with flames. The Ancestral Witch of Rain turned into black smoke and dissipated, rushing into Gonggong's body in the distance, never to be seen again. Hou Tu still wanted to stop him, but it was of no use. In front of Zhao Ming, she was really powerless. Flames flashed and black smoke rose everywhere. Wu Xizi, the ancestor of electricity, and Wu Qiangliang, the ancestor of thunder, died one after another, and both turned into black smoke and rushed into Gonggong's body.  "Ouch!" Gonggong let out a long roar, his breath was astonishing, and when he saw the mysterious light floating around his body, his whole face began to squirm and change, and finally he turned into another person. "Pangu!" Everyone who had seen Pangu's appearance exclaimed in surprise. At this time, Gonggong actually turned into Pangu's appearance, with a different hair color, exactly the same as Zhaoming in the same place. Looking at Hou Tu on the side, Gonggong said in a deep voice: "Twelve sisters, this is it, there is no other choice!" Hou Tu kept shaking his head, tears flowing down his face, one of them was her relative, the other was her lover, no matter what Helping either party would be harming the other party. She was desperate at this moment and didn't know what to do. "Twelve sisters, do you want to watch your brothers die in vain?" Gonggong yelled angrily. "Of course, the sacrifice will not be in vain! This is enough!" Suddenly someone laughed and appeared out of thin air, shaking the sky and shaking the earth. "At this moment, I have been waiting from the beginning of the world to now!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!