The Witches Fall Out of Favor

Zhurong was able to sacrifice himself for the glory of the ancestral gods.

But Di Jiang, Houtu, and the others could not stand by and watch Zhurong die in front of them.

In just a breath or two, Di Jiang and Houtu arrived behind Zhurong.

The two Ancestral Witch at the peak of the Great Luo realm trembled with their powerful blood and qi, and two Top-grade Spiritual Treasure ' energy mingled within them.

He swept his sword against what seemed to be an endless torrent of sword light.

The seemingly invincible river of sword light instantly crumbled.

Crimson sword light instantly spread out in all directions.

It revealed Zhu Rong, his body covered in blood and riddled with Zhurong, as if a thick layer of flesh had been shaved off.

Even someone as resilient as Di Jiang and Houtu was shocked to see that one-fifth of Zhurong's flesh and blood had been cut away from his body.

Even the sight of exposed, stark white bones in some places sent chills down my spine.

No wonder even the fearless Zhurong screamed in agony.

Zhurong transformed into flesh and bones, leaving not a single trace of skin on his body.

Seeing the sword light disappear, he was momentarily stunned.

Only then did he notice Di Jiang Houtu far behind him, and the others who arrived half a breath later.

Zhurong knew that it was Di Jiang and Houtu who had saved him.

But wouldn't that cause Zhu Rong to break his Zhurong and insult the glory of the Ancestral God Bloodline?

Zhurong couldn't help but grit his teeth and say in grief and indignation, "Brother, you all..."

But he was interrupted by Di Jiang's stern and angry voice as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Enough! Do you expect us to just watch you die here?"

Seeing Zhurong's miserable state, the other Ancestral Witch also glared at Zhurong with shared hatred.

Then he turned his anger towards the culprit, Luo Qing, who was far away.

Seeing that Zhurong still seemed hesitant to speak, Di Jiang showed no mercy this time.

"Stop making a scene, this isn't just about you anymore."

"The destruction of the Ancestral Witch Body is our primary concern."

He cursed at Zhurong, but his expression turned serious as he looked at Luo Qing in the distance.

The fact that the Ancestral Witch Body were so easily defeated in front of Luo Qing was like a sharp sword hanging over the hearts of the Twelve Ancestor Witches.

If Di Jiang's killing intent towards Luo Qing was only three-tenths before, it has now risen to eight-tenths.

Anyone who poses a threat to the Ancestral Witch Body must be eliminated as quickly as possible.

Zhurong was taken aback, but immediately realized the seriousness of the matter.

This concerns the lives of the Twelve Ancestor Witches; now is not the time for him to act recklessly.

Suppressing his shame, he focused his energy and began to slowly heal his injuries.

At this point, Houtu had completely lost any intention of associating with Luo Qing.

With a solemn expression, he stepped forward and said, "Fellow Luo Qing, could you truthfully tell me the method by which you broke the Ancestral Witch Body Zhurong?"

They only saw the Mysterious Dragon Demon-Slaying Sword devour Luo Qing's blood, and then it shattered the Ancestral Witch Body.

However, Houtu and the others could not yet understand the connection between these events.

Was it the power of the demonic sword? Or the restraint of Luo Qing's holy blood? Or some other reason?

Houtu and the others are determined to find out the method by which the Ancestral Witch are restrained.

As soon as he finished speaking, the other Ancestral Witch exchanged glances and immediately dispersed, attempting to surround Luo Qing.

Luo Qing, who was in the distance, was not too surprised to see that Di Jiang and Houtu had broken their promise and saved Zhurong.

If the Ancestral Witch were so easily killed, they wouldn't have been able to fight until the Demon Court was destroyed.

Perhaps there is Heavenly Dao will at play here.

Without the tacit approval of Heavenly Dao, how could the Witch Clan contend with the Heavenly Dao Heavenly Court?

It is clearly not yet time for the ancestral Witch Body.

Moreover, while the Primordial Immortal Gods valued oaths and integrity, they were not so rigid as to watch their own brothers die before their eyes.

However, they failed to kill Zhurong, thus severing Twelve Dutian Divine Fiend Great Array.

This still left Luo Qing with a deep sense of regret.

Forget it, let's leave this tough nut to the brothers Di Jun and Tai Yi!

Having failed to kill Zhurong during the initial attack, they had even less of a chance later.

Luo Qing glanced at the Mysterious Dragon Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand, which had lost its crimson glow, and shook his head.

The true blood in his body didn't come for nothing.

It's all depleting his physical reserves.

Moreover, it was only because Zhurong lost her innate Top-grade Spiritual Treasure that he was able to easily obtain it.

Otherwise, with Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure protecting him, the Mysterious Dragon Demon-Slaying Sword wouldn't have been able to strike his physical body so effectively.

However, we could consider forging a real "Witch-Slaying Sword" in the future.

Faced with Houtu's questioning, Luo Qing burst into hearty laughter.

"Hahaha!"

He sneered, "I told you before that you insulted the Pangu Bloodline, and you still wouldn't admit it!"

Now you've broken the promise again, and you've personally tarnished the reputation of Pangu Bloodline! So don't blame me!

Now that you want to kill me, you still have the nerve to ask me questions.

I, Luo Qing, have never seen your Ancestral Witch, such shameless gods."

Upon hearing Luo Qing's words, Houtu's face darkened the most, as this completely tore off the mask of pretense between the two sides.

After being so humiliated and insulted by Luo Qing, the group of Ancestral Witch roared in anger.

"How dare you!"

"Luo Qing, you deserve to die!"

"Kill him!"

A group of Ancestral Witch immediately quickened their pace, intending to kill Luo Qing on the spot.

"Hahaha, I'm not playing with you shameless bastards anymore, go play by yourselves!"

Faced with the onrushing Ancestral Witch, Luo Qing lost his will to fight. He laughed loudly and instantly transformed into a stream of light, disappearing from the spot.

Seeing Luo Qing escape, Di Jiang's face turned ashen. "Chase him! Don't let him get away!"

Subsequently, including Zhurong, who had just recovered, the twelve Ancestral Witch immediately pursued Luo Qing.

Following the direction of the Purplexiao Palace he sensed, Luo Qing fled at top speed.

Twelve clusters of blood-red light hung far behind them.

This chase and escape lasted for several years.

They were about to leave this Spirit Mist Void.

Luo Qing Dao Eye at something billions of miles behind him.

He couldn't help but curse under his breath, "They really are like a stubborn plaster that's stuck on forever."

Unfortunately, even after circling the group of Ancestral Witch several times in the spiritual mist, they still couldn't shake them off.

"Never mind, let's get to the Purplexiao Palace first and then talk about it."

Once Luo Qing made up his mind, he rushed out of the spiritual mist area.

As soon as Luo Qing rushed out of the Spirit Mist Zone, his eyes lit up.

A Five-Colored Stellar River appeared before my eyes.

At the center of the Five-Colored Stellar River, a magnificent divine palace, thousands of miles high and surrounded by purple Spiritual Light, sits cross-legged.

"We've arrived at the Purplexiao Palace!"

Luo Qing was overjoyed; now he finally didn't have to worry about the trouble caused by the Twelve Ancestor Witches.

Without the slightest hesitation, Luo Qing plunged headfirst into the Five-Colored Star Sea.

As soon as he entered the Star Sea, the scene before his eyes changed immediately, and Luo Qing was stunned.

What appeared to be only a million Star Sea away from the outside now seemed to stretch to infinity.

At first glance, only a sliver of Zi Guang remained over Purplexiao Palace.

The distance between them and Luo Qing had increased a thousandfold.

Opening the Eye of the Great Dao, one sees tens of thousands of immortals and gods flying towards the Purplexiao Palace in this five-colored Star Sea.

Luo Qing watched quietly for a few breaths and found that most of them had not moved an inch towards the Purplexiao Palace during this time.

"It truly is a case of being so close yet worlds apart!"

Luo Qing couldn't help but sigh in amazement; the methods of Sage were truly mysterious and unpredictable.

Even the most powerful immortals at the peak of the Great Luo are easily manipulated, like ants.

Even so, Luo Qing had no choice but to accept this test from the Ancestor Hongjun.

If one cannot cross this Inch-Long Star Sea, one cannot be considered a destined person of the Purplexiao Palace this time.