Chapter 12: Nüwa! Laozi, I'm Not Done with You Yet! (Third Update)

  Didn't expect to have a few hours of free time in the afternoon, wrote a chapter, use it to celebrate the new year!

  Last time, Zhang Zilong, who had picked up the ten golden Wu bodies, was being chased and killed by Donghuang Taiyi. At this moment, Donghuang Taiyi, who had already lost nine nephews, had red eyes. Although Zhang Zilong's Golden Rainbow Immortal Method was slightly faster than Taiyi's, it was limited, not to mention that he had also taken the exhausted Hou Yi with him while escaping.

  Dong Huang Taizi didn't expect that this little guy, who was at the level of a Da Luo Golden Immortal, would be so fast. His expression turned even colder. Although he had never seen Zhang Zilong before, this person possessed extraordinary magical abilities and the spiritual treasure on his hand was not ordinary. It was clear that he came from a major sect and might even be a disciple of a saint. How could he not understand now that he had been fooled? Otherwise, how would his nephew, who shared the same bloodline as him, fail to sense their danger? And yet, only the few saints from Zhou Tian could conceal the heavenly machine and prevent even him, an assistant saint, from discovering it!

  "Sage! Sage!" You are indeed ruthless! Extinguishing my Golden Crow bloodline, how cruel your heart is! At this moment, the Eastern Emperor's resentment towards those sages has reached its peak. A generation of heroes has fallen to a fate without descendants, how tragic it is!

  Dong Huang Zhong is the pre-heavenly supreme treasure, Hun Dun Zhong. It was named Dong Huang Zhong because it was born with Dong Huang Tai Yi. The Dong Huang Zhong has both offensive and defensive capabilities, and can also suppress the flow of air. Its power is boundless, and in the hands of Ya Sheng Dong Huang Tai Yi, its power is even more limitless.

  A wave of chaotic energy was released with the control of Dong Huang, centered on the Dong Huang Bell, and its speed was even faster than Zhang Zilong's escape.

  Yu Long Dao Jun gritted his teeth, feeling as if countless ferocious beasts were chasing him from behind, their cold killing intent piercing his spine. The originally handsome face was now twisted in a grotesque grimace. Zhang Zi Long, sensing the boundless killing intent of the Demon Emperor, burst into a loud curse: "You shameless black crow! Relying on your sharp treasure to pursue our Daoist master to the death, NND, don't let our Daoist master escape, or else you won't be able to live a peaceful life, you Jin Wu lineage!"

  Taiyi remained silent, but the Donghuang Bell in his hand shook even more violently. Taiyi knew that the great calamity of the witch and the demon would spare neither him nor Emperor Jun, or even Xi. What about the surviving Golden Crow, Xiao Shi? How could he face this evil person in the future? Even with Nüwa's care, how could it be guaranteed that he would hide in the Palace of Nüwa for the rest of his life?

  "Kill! This child cannot be left behind! Today, no matter how great the cost, I will kill this guy!" The Eastern Emperor's eyes were filled with a raging killing intent that almost became tangible.

  Finally, the divine power was not enough to reach the heavenly numbers, and the immortal method was not enough to reach the ultimate treasure. The two fugitives who were fleeing in a sorry state were still hit by the chaotic energy of the Eastern Emperor's Bell. Hou Yi was protected by Zhang Zilong in front of him and did not suffer much damage, but Yu Long Daojun, who had just scolded Shu Shuang, was not so lucky. The purple clothes granted by Xianyi were directly shattered, and more than half of the power of the chaotic energy was brutally struck on his back.

  A mouthful of blood "puffed" out, and Zhang Zilong was smashed to the ground from a height of ten thousand feet, rolling several times in succession.

  "Cough! What a tragedy! Cheap things are not worth coveting, so I won't be cheated by my old friend!" Zhang Tongxie muttered with a pale face.

  Seeing his enemy being hit, Dong Huang Tai Yi was overjoyed, with a ferocious smile on his face. He raised the Dong Huang Bell in his hand once again and heavily smashed it towards the two who were unable to move.

  Zhang Zilong reacted too slowly and could only barely lift the God-Slaying Gun, wanting to use his arms to block the wheels. But he didn't notice that Hou Yi beside him had a resolute expression, instantly burning his powerful demonic blood, and a mighty aura burst forth, making Taiyi feel the aura of the ancestral witch. It turned out that Hou Yi was originally an existence at the peak of the Great Witch, if not for the war with the witch demons, breaking through to the ancestral witch would also be a matter of time. Now that the two were in a life-and-death situation, Hou Yi, this iron-blooded man, was going all-out! It's worth noting that the witch tribe doesn't cultivate their yuan Shen (primordial spirit), and their cultivation is entirely based on their physical body and blood. If a witch's essence blood is exhausted, it means they have returned to the embrace of Pangu, the father god.

  Time waits for no one, and before he knew it, Hou Yi had already ignited his vital energy and was charging towards the Dong Huang Bell.

  Later, Zhang Zilong discovered that it was already too late. Two massive energies collided with each other, one being the Heavenly Treasure and the other being a Witch Tribe elite, and they were actually evenly matched in strength.

  Hou Yi and Dong Huang Zhong faced off for a moment, then suddenly self-destructed. Before his death, he shouted: "Yu Long brothers, take care of your sister-in-law, I owe it to him!" The words had not yet fallen when Zhang Zi Long hurriedly made the entire world seem to stagnate, only seeing the place where Hou Yi self-destructed, with massive energy rippling out in circles. And at the center of the energy, Dong Huang Zhong emitted waves of mournful cries.

  "Rumble!"

  Quiet, really quiet. Zhang Zilong and the Purple Microcosm Taoist who was closed in Sanxian Island also lost their thoughts. The scenes of living with Hou Yi's family for so many years flashed by, and they were surprisingly plain and happy, the bold big brother, the beautiful and gentle sister-in-law, and a group of brothers who shared weal and woe.

  "How did the sky turn red?" he muttered to himself, yet his eyes had already welled up with two lines of bloody tears, without him even realizing it.

  The Hou Tu tribe, Chang'e anxiously waited at home, suddenly her heart felt like it had lost something, a sharp pain, sour and empty, two lines of clear tears also flowed out for no reason, what's wrong? She wondered.

  "Rumble!"

  Another loud explosion, the world finally recovered. In the distance, Taiyi, who was manipulating the Eastern Emperor's Bell, also had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, but his expression was one of unparalleled madness: "Haha! Hou Yi, you killed my nine nephews, now they're finally scattered and gone!"

  The laughter stopped abruptly, and Zhang Zilong's cold voice sounded in his ear: "You should die, flat-haired crow!" A gun shadow fiercely stabbed towards Dong Huang's head, and Dong Huang hastily activated his defensive magic to barely avoid it.

  With a fixed gaze, Zhang Zilong floated in front of him, emitting an aura of a quasi-sage!

  However, the Pangu essence and blood that had been dormant in his body suddenly started to circulate on its own after Hou Yi's death. Zhang Zilong, who had previously been unable to control him, was able to quickly absorb the power of the essence and blood. Although he clearly felt that this was essentially a one-time consumption, it was enough for him now. No matter how great the cost would be afterwards, or what kind of witchcraft calamity, he just wanted to kill Dong Huang Taiyi!

  Dong Huang Zhong was suspended in mid-air due to Hou Yi's self-explosion, and the primordial spirit of Dong Huang Taiyi inside also fell into a temporary coma, unable to be used immediately. Zhang Zilong took advantage of this opportunity to launch a desperate attack on Dong Huang Taiyi, disregarding energy consumption and his own injuries.

  They say that in a fight, the ruthless are afraid of being reckless, and the reckless are afraid of being desperate. At this moment, Zhang Zilong is desperate, while Dong Huang has avenged his nephew's death for more than half, clearly not being desperate. Now he is at most reckless because he still cares about the demon tribe in his heart. Under Zhang Zilong's desperate attack, the Tian Ting Yao Huang who dominated the Hongyuan, actually showed signs of defeat! His body was constantly pierced by the divine gun, and the killing energy rushed into Dong Huang's Jinyu Yuanshen through the wounds, making him more and more exhausted to cope.

  The two were attacking each other at the burial site of Kuafu and Hou Yi, while in the distance, the Eastern Emperor's Bell floated quietly, as if watching the battle between the two quasi-saints (one temporary...).

  Several hours passed, and when Pangu's essence was almost exhausted, Donghuang Taiyi revealed a slight flaw. Zhang Zilong, who had rich experience in taking advantage of the situation, flashed a fierce light in his eyes, and the assassination gun shot towards Donghuang's chest like lightning. The sensitive Donghuang discovered that something was wrong, but it was too late to resist. If this hit were real, even if Donghuang Taiyi did not die, he would not be able to participate in the impending Witch-Yao War.

  Zhang Zilong almost saw the scene of Dong Huang Taiyi dying, and his great revenge was finally avenged. Unfortunately, things in the world would not always go according to his wishes.

  A red embroidered ball flew out of the void and quickly hit Zhang Zilong, who hadn't even savored the thrill of revenge before being smashed to fly out, spitting out mouthfuls of blood as if his life depended on it.

  "Nüwa, I'll wipe your NN's mouth!" At the moment he flew out, the furious Jade Dragon Daojun Zhang Zilong burst into a loud scolding.

  It was the Nüwa, the holy woman of the demon tribe, who saved Donghuang Taiyi's life in the end. The three clear saints who were discussing the Tao with her did not stop her either. After all, if the Demon Emperor died here, it would be estimated that the demon tribe would definitely lose the Great War between the Witch and the Demon, while the witch tribe could win a big victory. This does not conform to the interests of the saints. Only the Original Heavenly Master secretly blocked the power of the red tassel ball, so as not to hurt his disciple's life. But they did not expect that this purple dragon would dare to scold the saint and make a big mistake.

  As expected, after landing a hit, Nüwa's face turned iron-green. Not even saints had ever humiliated her like this before, let alone when she was not yet a saint. Her delicate body couldn't stop trembling, and the energy of thunder slowly gathered in her hands.

  The next Zhang Zilong was still not satisfied, and continued to scold: "You son of a bitch! What business do you have with men fighting? Heartless and ruthless thing! You've harmed the human race and now you're coming to harm me! One day I'll definitely f**k you!"

  "Sister, I won't let you harm my disciple!" Seeing Nüwa raise her jade hand again, the Primordial Heavenly Lord stood coldly in front of him. Although it was wrong for his own disciple to insult a saint, Nüwa's sneak attack had severely injured Yulong, which was also unjust. In this case, both sides had settled their karma, so how could he let Nüwa strike again?

  Laozi Tongtian also stood beside Yuanshi, especially Tongtian, who was originally at odds with Yuanshi and didn't have a good impression of his disciples. However, this little junior he had never met before was quite to his liking. He chuckled: "Exactly, Nüwa Shimei, my junior may have spoken a bit too much, but it's all true, isn't it? How about you, dare to do but not dare to admit?" Indeed, that's Tongtian's style...

  Laozi also glanced at Tongtian with a calm expression, "This child's life should not be cut off!" Simple and concise, it was also Laozi's style...

  In this way, the three clear saints stood on one front line, pressing down on Nüwa together. Nüwa's face turned pale and white by turns, and finally she put down her jade hand with a huff. In her heart, she was furious and scolded them, secretly remembering this grudge and leaving it to be avenged in the future!

  In the vast wilderness, Zhang Zilong, who was severely injured by Nüwa, had also exhausted Pangu's essence and blood. A huge sense of fatigue followed, at which point two giant hands descended from the sky. One hand took away Donghuang Taiyi and the Eastern Emperor Bell, while the other hand took away Zhang Zilong and Hou Yi's Shooting Sun Divine Bow. Feeling the aura of his master, the Primordial Saint, Zhang Zilong's heart was certain, and he fainted.