Di Jiang was furious and rushed out, shattering the void, and went to kill Jie Yin and Zhunti.

He is unscrupulous and moves forward without any fear at all, just being stubborn.

This is a wizard who can withstand the violent beatings of the Three Purities and still survive.

"Dijiang, are you looking for death!?" Zhunti shouted coldly, and the Seven Treasures Tree drew an arc and blocked it in front of him.

"Om-long..."

A wave of melodious Taoist sounds rippled out, and Dijiang was briefly frozen in the air. The two sides were in a stalemate.

"You are the ones seeking death. Today, either I will beat you to death, or you will beat me to death!"

Di Jiang's sudden movement was outrageous, and his fighting spirit was boiling. Even if Hongjun was in front, he would dare to go up and slap him twice.

This fierce aura frightened Jie Yin and Zhunti for a moment, and a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes.

"Where does Di Jiang get such confidence?"

"Are you really not afraid of death?"

Something is wrong with the situation. Normally, Di Jiang, who has become a saint in the flesh, cannot even defeat one of them, let alone two of them together.

"This is a sign of confidence..."

Zhe Ying's eyes moved slightly, and he already knew clearly in his heart that maybe Pangu's will has not left yet and he has been following the ancestral witch. Otherwise, how could these evildoers have the courage to challenge them?

"Dijiang, this misunderstanding has been wiped out today. You can leave now."

He said calmly, wanting to persuade the ancestral witch to retreat, but he was unwilling to take action at all.

In front of everyone, if we continue to make trouble like this, we will lose face.

"Misunderstanding?" Di Jiang sneered, his eyes gleaming with coldness, and the doubts in his heart became clearer.

After all, Zhunti really had bad intentions and was secretly plotting against the Wu Clan. Now that they have been discovered, they are naturally at fault.

"Brother, Father God will bless you to be invincible. Kill me!"

While he was thinking, Qiang Liang from behind let out an angry roar that was earth-shaking and magnificent.

The corners of Di Jiang's mouth twitched, feeling an inexplicable sense of shame. However, Zhunti and Zhunti didn't think so. Qiang Liang's unintentional words made them think again.

So sensitive!

The two looked at each other silently, both seeing the fear and vigilance in each other's eyes.

Just as they thought, Pangu's will has not left yet, and he is here to protect the ancestral witch.

Great horror!

"kill!"

Just when they were worried, Emperor Shijiang shattered the arc in an instant and came to kill him. His younger brothers and sisters were watching from behind. As the big brother, he couldn't let them down.

At this moment, little Pangu was born again.

"Strike carefully and just repel him!" He introduced the rumor to Zhunti, telling him to be vigilant and calm down.

Regardless of Pangu's blessing, the lich calamity has not passed yet, so the ancestral witches cannot kill, and even if they could, they would not do it.

"Understood, look at me..."

"Crack!"

Before Zhunti finished speaking, he heard a crisp sound, and Di Jiang's big hand that could shatter all things, transcend time and change space, slapped up.

His head was knocked crooked, and half of his face was numb.

"who I am?"

"Where am I?"

Just at that moment, he was slapped in the face by Di Jiang?

"Did Di Jiang become stronger, or did I become weaker?"

Zhunti doubted his life. He seemed to have not come out of the dream just now, and his whole person was a little demented.

At this moment, Da Neng couldn't hold back anymore after seeing this scene. He burst out laughing and couldn't hold it back even if he wanted to.

Somehow, it seemed that this was not the first time they saw Zhunti being slapped, and they felt inexplicably familiar.

…

"Di Jiang, you are looking for death!"

When Zhunti came back to his senses, he shouted loudly, with overwhelming murderous intent. He was really angered. As a saint, all living beings in the world could be seen in a single thought, and many powerful reactions were also known to him.

At this moment, he was almost fainted from anger.

"Junior brother, control your anger!" Jie Yin was afraid that Zhunti would be reckless, so he quickly sent a message to stop him.

If Zhunti kills Di Jiang, the final result might be that they both die together, and even he is involved.

"Boom!"

Zhunti didn't respond and struck out angrily. The one who was slapped was not his senior brother, so he could be so calm.

"Confused!"

Jie Yin cursed secretly and joined the fight, but more to prevent Zhunti from beating Di Jiang to death.

The battle between these three "holy realm" powerhouses raged in the western heaven, shaking the world and intimidating all directions.

All the powerful men were frightened, but they still paid attention to the battle situation.

After an unknown amount of time, an earth-shattering sound suddenly rang out from the endless deep sea of ​​blood.

"The way of heaven is above. I, Minghe, feel that the order of heaven and earth is disordered, so I established the Asura Sect to protect the prehistoric world and guard the four directions!"

This voice resounded throughout the prehistoric world, carrying a strong will and even a sacred meaning.

"The Styx has established a religion!?"

All the powerful people were shocked and turned their gazes to the endless sea of ​​blood.

Styx opened his arms with a sacred look on his face, swore an oath to heaven, and waited for heaven's response.

This is imitating the establishment of religion by the saints!

Styx wants to be holy!

"In the past, there were students like Nuwa who created humans, and later there were people who imitated the saints and established religions to become saints. In order to become saints, Styx is really not giving up!"

A group of great masters lamented that since Sanqing, Jie Yin, and Zhunti were sanctified, many great masters imitated them in setting up religions and becoming saints. As a result, they were ignored by all the birds of heaven, and all failed without exception.

Unexpectedly, it has been so long before the River Styx starts again.

Did he come prepared?

…

At this time, above the endless sea of ​​blood, Styx opened his arms wide, with a sacred look on his face, and excitement in his eyes.

The last time Yuanshi came to borrow the Northern Flag, he taught him the experience of establishing a religion, and he also specifically reminded not to act too hastily.

After preparing for a long time, Styx felt that the time was almost here.

Now is the time when order is in chaos. There are disputes everywhere. The witch clan, demon clan, human clan, and the war in the west all prove that the prehistoric world is in chaos and order, and someone needs to stand up to maintain it.

Isn't this all about timing?

He has longed for sanctification for too long!

I don't want to wait any longer.

Styx looked up, waiting expectantly, with a myriad of thoughts in his heart.

…

at the same time.

Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun had an angry look on his face, looking at Ming He's ugly face that needed a beating, he couldn't help but feel angry.

He was angry because of the battle between Zhunti, Zhunti and the ancestral witch, and the evil obstacle Styx came to add fuel to the fire.

He also learned from others to establish religion and become a saint.

Don’t even check to see if you are the right one!

Thinking of this, Hongjun's eyes became even colder, "Since you asked for trouble, you can't blame me..."

…

Above the sea of ​​blood, Styx waited for a while but saw no movement. A trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes, and he began to panic in his heart.

"Why didn't Heaven react?"

"Could it be that...the merits are not enough and we still need to make big ambitions like Jie Yin and Zhunti?"

Styx's mind was active and he suddenly thought of this. After all, he had learned from the past and it was not difficult to guess.

Immediately, he coughed twice and began to swear.

"When I become a saint..."

"Boom... crackle..."
Chapter completed!