Chapter 139 Cursing Emperor Jun and Fuxi, and recreating the ancestor of time!
“How arrogant! How dare you scold Daozu and go against the will of heaven!”

“Zhu Jiuyin is courting his own death. He will surely be suppressed by Daozu Hongjun in a moment, and his body and soul will be annihilated.”

“The Wu Clan is about to lose one of its ancestors, and the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons formation cannot be used for sacrifice. How can they compete with our demon clan?”

“Congratulations to the Emperor of Heaven. You are now in charge of the Three Realms and your reputation is so great. This is truly the destiny!”

Above the nine heavens.

Emperor Jun and many powerful demon clans walked out of the Thirty-Three Heavens, stood in the air, and overlooked the changes in Mount Buzhou.

The demon saint Ying Zhao transformed into a human form with a ferocious face. He held a mixed iron stick in his hand, which was covered with talismans. He wore a tiger-skin robe, showing his fierce appearance.

At this moment, his face was full of flattery and he did his best to flatter Di Jun.

“What Ying Zhao said is indeed very reasonable!”

“When the Black Turtle of the North Sea achieved the Dao of Hun Yuan in the past, it was actually the human beings who secretly helped him.”

“And now Zhu Jiuyin is isolated and helpless, and the other Ancestral Witches can hardly lend a helping hand.”

“If you offend Hongjun Daozu and violate the laws of heaven, you will die.”

Fuxi’s face was hidden in the mist.

His voice was filled with excitement, difficult to conceal, as he spoke to Di Jun.

Under his leadership, many powerful demons congratulated Di Jun.

For a moment, the loud voice spread throughout the ancient land, drowning out the roaring purple divine thunder.

“I have long predicted that the demon race will become the overlord of the prehistoric world!”

“It seems that the Wu Clan has already lost its composure and is heading towards destruction without waiting for the arrival of the Yuanhui.”

Under the flattery of the monsters, Di Jun couldn’t help but become a little carried away.

Perhaps it is due to one’s nature, or perhaps it is the influence of the ominous rules of the catastrophe.

Since the marriage, his behavior seems to lack wisdom.

Sometimes, he even appears to be a smart-ass.

At this moment, Taoist Hongyun and Patriarch Kunpeng came over after hearing the noise.

“What’s wrong? Fellow Daoist Fuxi, your head is swollen like a pig’s head, but you still can’t stop your lustful thoughts?”

“Who was it that suffered the pain of being burned and whipped in Kunlun Mountain and almost fell to his knees begging for mercy?”

“And you, Di Jun, although you are honored as the Heavenly Emperor, don’t take this title too seriously!”

“If you bow down before the Three Pure Ones, how can you still have the demeanor of an innate god?”

“You are such a coward to hand over the River Map, Luoshu and Fusang Tree so easily. How dare you gloat over someone else’s misfortune?”

Ancestor Kunpeng transformed into a poisonous tongue.

His face was gloomy and he kept uttering insulting words.

“The days when I was driven by Emperor Jun are still vivid in my mind. Only I know clearly the humiliation I felt.”

“If it weren’t for the Twelve Ancestral Witches’ help, how could I have obtained the Hongmeng Purple Qi?”

“I’m afraid he has already been reduced to ashes, killed by Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.”

“Now, seeing Di Jun and Fu Xi slandering Zhu Jiuyin like this, the indignation in my heart is hard to calm down. I swear to argue with them!”

“Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, what you said is not right. Are you insulting pigs?”

“And that mixed-haired golden crow is nothing more than a beast that was born in the wet and has hair and horns.”

“If they hadn’t licked the Heavenly Dao, how could they have founded the Heavenly Court and enjoyed boundless fortune?”

“I advise you to keep good intentions in your heart and stop dreaming!”

Taoist Hongyun’s words were extremely sharp, and he immediately echoed with Patriarch Kunpeng.

The two of them kept cursing, making Di Jun and others lose face.

For a moment, countless living beings and powerful people from all sides couldn’t help laughing.

However, powerful demons such as Fuxi and Dijun were filled with indignation and anger.

“How dare you, who are as insignificant as ants and mayflies, be so arrogant?”

“You actually insulted me and my brother as mixed-haired golden crows. How can I sit idly by and watch the Chaos Bell in my hand?”

Donghuang Taiyi, covered in the true fire of the sun, activated the Chaos Bell and attacked Ancestor Kunpeng and Taoist Hongyun.

If they were injured by this innate treasure, their essences would be damaged, and their situation would be worrying. “Donghuang Taiyi, stop being so arrogant!”

“If the mountains don’t move, the water will. After I refine the primordial purple energy and become a saint, I will come to compete with you!”

“Fellow Daoist Hongyun, let’s evacuate immediately!”

In full view of everyone, Patriarch Kunpeng uttered a harsh word and hurriedly fled with Taoist Hongyun.

Even if Donghuang Taiyi used the technique of transforming the Golden Crow into a Rainbow, he could only watch them disappear billions of miles away and hide behind the ancient witches.

“Shameless bastard, so despicable!”

Donghuang Taiyi was filled with grief and anger, but he could do nothing but rage helplessly.

Ancestor Kunpeng possesses supernatural powers and is incredibly fast.

The Taoist Red Cloud was the first auspicious cloud in the prehistoric world, invisible and formless.

If not for this, he would not have been able to escape the pursuit.

“What do you mean by groveling and fawning on the Three Pure Ones?”

“The Emperor of Heaven endured humiliation and did everything for the benefit of us and the entire demon race.”

“The Emperor of Heaven is a true man who dares to put aside the dignity and pride of the innate gods. He is the master of the three realms who is not moved by honor or disgrace!”

Demon Saint Bai Ze hurriedly explained to everyone.

“Otherwise, relying on the words of Patriarch Kunpeng and Taoist Hongyun, it is enough to seriously damage the prestige of Emperor Jun and plunge the Demon Court into turmoil.”

“These two beasts only rely on the protection of the Ancestral Witch.”

“One day, they will surely die under my Fuxi Qin!”

Fuxi gritted his teeth and his voice was as cold as frost.

When he moved the corner of his mouth, the injury was affected and he felt unbearable pain.

If it doesn’t take hundreds or thousands of years, the injuries on the face will be difficult to heal.

Hateful Yuanshi Tianzun!
At the same time, Zhu Jiuyin and Hongjun Daozu were in sharp conflict.

The two men’s eyes met, and a boundless aura of violence swept across the world.

“Do you really want to die?”

Daozu Hongjun was as steady as a mountain, not moving at all. Zhu Jiuyin’s words did not touch his heart.

After all, what the latter said was true.

From the beginning to the end, he never concealed the truth about the first catastrophe of Long Han and the battle between Taoism and demons.

As the spokesperson of Heaven, preaching to the three thousand innate gods, everything Hongjun Daozu did was to prove his way and become a saint, and to improve his own realm of cultivation.

On the road to enlightenment, there is no distinction between despicable and despicable, only the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit.

So, why would Daozu Hongjun become so angry about Zhu Jiuyin’s words and be eager to join forces with the Heavenly Dao to kill him?

“The only solution is to fight to the death!”

“I firmly believe that although Father Pangu has fallen, his spirit still exists in the prehistoric world, protecting the Wu clan!”

“Even if I die in battle, my fame will be passed down from generation to generation in the Wu Clan until you fall from the altar and watch the Wu Clan take control of the prehistoric power with your own eyes.”

Zhu Jiuyin showed no fear. Just as the old ancestor Kunpeng said, the innate gods should have pride.

As a genuine Pangu, the ancestor of time witch transformed from Pangu’s essence and blood, Zhu Jiuyin is equally strong and unyielding.

Hearing this, Daozu Hongjun closed his eyes tightly.

After a long time, he slowly said: “Since you are determined to die, I will follow the will of heaven and wipe out your true spirit and soul!”

“However, in order to maintain the balance between the witches and liches and the evolution of the catastrophe, I will leave your ancestor witch’s blood to help the witch clan create a new ancestor witch of time!”

Before he finished speaking, Daoist Ancestor Hongjun gently waved his jade sleeves.

The Purple Sky Divine Thunder, with its power to destroy the world, enveloped Zhu Jiuyin.

In just a moment, he would be reduced to ashes.

However, at this instant, a vast and supreme figure actually broke through the purple sky divine thunder and confronted Hongjun Daozu across the air.

It was Zhu Jiuyin, and he was totally unharmed!
Behind him, a shadow appeared.

(End of this chapter)