Namo Amitabha Gatling's artillery fire covered Kunpeng like a dragnet. Kunpeng was extremely fast, but he still couldn't avoid being hit.
As an ancient power, this level of damage is not very high, and it won't cause much damage, but it does hurt.
Just like two Da Luo Jinxian, neither of them can do anything to each other, but it will still hurt if they are slapped by the other one.
Kunpeng was feeling aggrieved at this moment, and his advantage suddenly no longer belonged to him.
There is also the Great Luo Jinxian, and his cultivation base is even higher than that of Xuanzang, but why can't he control himself and insist on running?
In this scene, Sun Wukong, Bajie, Nezha and all the gods and Buddhas in the sky are watching?
It is really unimaginable that the mighty and powerful Kunpeng ancestor is now like a bereaved dog, in a state of panic.
"It's strange. This Kunpeng shouldn't be so weak. It wasn't that powerful when it hit my old grandson? Why can't it work when it comes to the master?" Sun Wukong said.
"Yes, although the master is in the late stage of Daluo Jinxian, Kunpeng Ancestor's cultivation level must be higher than that of the master? Why is this, I can't figure it out?" Xiao Bailong said.
"Whatever, as long as it's fun," Nezha said.
If it weren't for her lack of strength, she would have gone over and smashed Kunpeng's head with the Qiankun Circle to cheer up everyone.
Know-it-all’s Bajie said: “In Da Luo’s realm, there are not many differences between us. If you want to defeat or even kill the opponent in this realm, you can’t do it overnight, because the price you need to pay is too high.
Although Kunpeng is an ancient power and one of the three great demon saints, he has a cunning character and cannot afford to be too early without benefit. He knows how to assess the situation and weigh the pros and cons. He will not do anything that is not good for him?
That's why in the decisive battle between the lich and the lich, Patriarch Kunpeng escaped in advance to minimize the losses.
The same is true now. When the master has two mysterious Daluo-level experts to help him, Kunpeng's advantage is naturally gone.
Moreover, our master is so brave and domineering. Although Kunpeng has lived for a long time, he lacks the blood to dare to fight, so he naturally retreats again and again.
Of course, the city must be besieged, and if Kunpeng is cornered, maybe Kunpeng will counterattack."
"only……"
At this point, Bajie stopped talking.
"Idiot, why don't you say anything?" Sun Wukong asked quickly.
"Hey, it's just a pain for the creatures in the three realms. If such a battle lasts for one second, I don't know how many innocent creatures in the three realms will be implicated." Bajie said.
"Yes." Sun Wukong nodded.
Da da da!
Xuanzang continued to bombard Kunpeng, and countless artillery fires hit the North Sea, splashing thousands of feet of waves and evaporating pieces of water!
It's just that Kunpeng's speed is too fast, and it's difficult for Namo Amitabha's Gatling attack speed to cause substantial damage to it.
At this time, a sudden change occurred.
In the void, a vast cuff of the universe suddenly appeared. This cuff carried the power of profound laws and waved it towards Kunpeng.
"The universe is in the sleeves, Zhen Yuanzi!"
Kunpeng screamed in surprise and anger, and Qiankun in his sleeves slapped Kunpeng close to his face, hitting Kunpeng directly within Xuanzang's range.
boom!
Gatling's firepower completely covered Kunpeng, Xuanzang also gave up his magical powers at this time, returned to their original form, and took care of Kunpeng with both fists and feet.
Bang bang bang!
Ouch!
Kunpeng screamed, and Xuanzang severely beat him for this momentary flaw.
There was no other way. In order to reduce Xuanzang's damage, Kunpeng directly transformed into a huge Kunpeng body and floated above the North Sea.
And Xuanzang rode this huge Kun and kept hitting Kunpeng's back.
Of course, compared to the huge Kunpeng body, Xuanzang at this time was as small as an ant.
Nezha's eyes were filled with memories and he said:
"This situation reminds me of the time when the third prince riding a dragon in the East China Sea cramped the dragon's tendons and peeled off the dragon's skin."
"..." Xiao Bailong.
"Nezha, are you polite? Little Bailong is still here." Bajie said with a smile.
"It's a pity that my old grandson wasn't born yet, hehe." Sun Wukong said.
At the same time, the underworld, Wu Zu Palace.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches are also watching the battle over Beihai!
Especially after knowing the news that Donghuang and Dijun were still alive, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were gearing up and couldn't help but fight.
Hou Tu's eyes flickered as she looked at the resurrected Emperor Jun and Dong Huang. She probably knew that it was Nuwa who took action.
"Don't you think the woman in purple skirt next to Xuanzang looks familiar?" Wu Xuanming, the ancestor of rain, said.
"It's a bit familiar, and her temperament is a bit like that of Sister Houtu when she was young." Wu Qiangliang, the ancestor of thunder, said.
"How is it possible? Where is the resemblance?" Wu Zhurong, the ancestor of fire, said loudly.
"What's the difference?" Gonggong, the ancestor of water, snorted coldly, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.
Although the Twelve Ancestral Witches were resurrected, their personalities did not change much.
Zhu Rong and Gonggong still don't deal with each other, and they fight each other when they meet.
If it weren't for the fact that the underworld is Hou Tu's territory, they would most likely take action.
Hou Tu looked at the woman in purple skirt and thought:
"She's still here, but much earlier than expected."
As the Great Heavenly Lord Houtu, how could she not know about the arrival of the ancestral witch Houtu.
Is there anyone in this world who knows herself better than her?
"Sister Houtu, let us continue the battle that is not over yet." Zhu Rong said.
"Yes, in that battle, we both died together. I was really unwilling to accept it," Qiang Liang said.
"Brother, please speak."
The ancestral witches looked at Dijiang again.
Di Jiang looked at his younger sister Houtu. Although he was the eldest ancestral witch, Houtu was a saint.
Facts have proved that Hou Tu's choice was correct at the time, otherwise the ancestral witch would not be revived today.
"Go, but be quiet and don't destroy the world. Just vent your anger. The world today is no longer like it was in ancient times. It is very fragile. You can also avoid exposing your identity as long as you don't expose it." Hou Tu said.
She did not stop her brothers' intentions.
Likewise, this is also a reason for resurrecting the brothers.
Moreover, the current Twelve Ancestral Witches are no longer the same. They have meritorious constitutions completely shaped by the power of merit. Not only have they perfectly inherited the innate power of Pangu's bloodline, but they also possess the aura of merit.
The current Twelve Ancestral Witches are standing in front of the Eastern Emperor and Emperor Jun, and they may not be able to recognize them.
Hearing this, Di Jiang's eyes sparkled, and he had another fight to fight.
"Xuan Zang is my friend, brother, please don't hurt him."
Hou Tu left a word and disappeared.
"Tsk tsk tsk, sister Houtu has finally grown up." A sweet smile appeared on Xuan Ming's face.
The other ancestral witches scratched their heads, not knowing why.
Although Houtu is the younger sister, she is not younger than them at all in terms of age.
What does Sister Xuanming mean by this?
stop!
Subsequently, the twelve ancestral witches officially left the Jiuyou Underworld and announced the return of the ancestral witches to the three realms.
But in Beiming, the ancestral witch Houtu who was fighting with Di Jun didn't know yet that her eleven brothers and sisters were on their way.