Chapter 219

Zhurong didn't care about Gonggong, who had flown away, and explained to Lin Xia:

"Little friend, this Gonggong has always been treacherous; those words were actually all said by him."

"Zhurong, you're talking nonsense! It's one thing to be exposed by me, but you actually dare to take action against me!"

Gonggong suffered a sneak attack, and his anger soared on the spot.

His figure rioted, he mobilized the power of the Water Law in his body, swung his violent iron fists, and smashed directly toward Zhurong.

Zhurong did not show weakness and struck back.

The two enemies started a great fight.

Suddenly, the void rioted, and the power of the Water and Fire laws affected the surrounding space.

Lin Xia was also stunned; he had originally thought about fighting two, but how did these two start fighting themselves first?

However, how could such a great battle be without him?

"Ah, Zhurong, Gonggong, take my punch!"

As soon as the words fell, Lin Xia's figure turned into a stream of light and fell directly into the battlefield, his fists striking left and right, smashing toward Zhurong and Gonggong respectively.

Zhurong and Gonggong, who were in the midst of a great battle, were separated on the spot, their faces deformed and saliva flying.

Facing the ground, they had an intimate contact with Mount Buzhou.

For a time, the situation on the battlefield changed drastically.

It successfully turned into Lin Xia fighting two; Zhurong and Gonggong had no power to fight back and were exploded by Lin Xia's fists.

"Little friend, let's talk things over."

"Don't hit the face! Ah!"

"Little friend, I swear, I have never said such things."

"Gonggong, you simpleton, why are you bumping into me?"

"I want to ask you the same thing!"

Soon, on Mount Buzhou, heart-wrenching screams rang out.

Zhurong and Gonggong were bitter in their hearts!

If they had known, why would they have done it in the first place?

Why did they have a hot head at the beginning and want to spar with this brat?

Sparring was one thing, but why did they have to make big boasts in front of sisters Daoist Houtu and Xuanming?

The heavier the boasts they made at the beginning, the more miserable they were being beaten now.

In Lin Xia's words, it was.

Don't act cool if you don't have the strength; otherwise, one situation will occur, and that is: act the coolest, take the most poisonous beating.

The screams lasted for a long time before they finally ended.

Gonggong and Zhurong looked mournful, and tears were almost flowing out.

Lin Xia returned to the Pangu Palace, feeling refreshed and clear-minded.

He turned to observe the movements of the Demon Race.

But after some deduction, he found that the heavenly secrets were clear, and nothing had happened to the Demon Race.

Lin Xia couldn't help but have a strange expression.

That's impossible; the Demon Race and Zifu Island had long been at odds.

Even if the Demon Race had its own concerns, it was impossible for them to have no action at all.

Could it be that someone had taken action to shield the heavenly secrets?

The more Lin Xia thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

Laozi's figure flashed in his mind.

Laozi had always been secretly supporting the Demon Race to check him; this matter should have something to do with him.

Lin Xia's divine sense moved, and he entered the River of Time directly.

Following the River of Time, he went downstream.

Soon, a vast scene appeared before his eyes.

Hundreds of millions of Demon Race members crossed the sky, blocking the sun and the sky, shadows everywhere.

Vast pressure swept through, deterring countless cultivators of Zifu Island.

Led by the two demon saints, Kunpeng and Bai Ze.

Behind them, the Demon Kings were as large as ancient divine mountains, their hair standing on end, emitting cold light like steel needles.

Flying birds spread their wings, their wings being ten thousand zhang long, casting huge shadows on Zifu Island.

And in Zifu Island, panic was spreading. Countless cultivators had their faces change greatly, filled with fear.

Lin Xia opened his eyes.

"The Demon Race has indeed taken action against Zifu Island."

Lin Xia did not hesitate and directly notified Di Jiang and the other Ancestral Witches with his divine sense.

It was not convenient for him to take action directly in this matter.

After all, the Kalpa tribulation was dangerous, and the struggle between the Witches and Demons involved heavenly numbers.

Frequent actions would attract Hongjun's wariness.

Di Jiang sensed it quickly and did not hesitate; he gathered the Ancestral Witches and prepared to set off directly.

And in the Pangu Palace, Zhurong and Gonggong appeared, but the situation seemed a bit wrong.

Zhurong and Gonggong looked like their faces were a bit swollen, as if they had just been beaten.

"What happened to you?"

Di Jiang asked somewhat suspiciously.

The other Ancestral Witches looked at Gonggong and Zhurong with strange eyes.

Looking at this nose-bruised and face-swollen appearance, did they fight each other again?

But it shouldn't have been like this.

Everyone is a brother; is it necessary to strike so hard?

Zhurong did not answer, but looked at Daoist Houtu and said with some grief and indignation.

"Little sister, when did we ever say we wanted to fight Lin Xia for three hundred rounds? Why did you say that to him?"

"Little sister, why did you do this? Fifth Brother has always treated you well."

Gonggong said indignantly.

His words were full of grievance.

Zhurong's eyes were also somewhat mournful.

Two mighty, fierce, and domineering Ancestral Witches now looked like two wronged little wives.

The Ancestral Witches felt it was incredibly ridiculous and all wanted to laugh.

Especially Daoist Houtu, looking at the aggrieved appearance of Zhurong and Gonggong, she was somewhat between laughter and tears.

Those words were just something she said randomly; she hadn't expected Lin Xia to be so serious.

Xuanming said with a strange expression:

"Fifth Brother, Sixth Brother, what exactly happened to you? You wouldn't have been beaten by Lin Xia again, would you?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the many Ancestral Witches could no longer hold back and laughed out loud.

They naturally all knew about Zhurong and Gonggong being beaten by Lin Xia.

Ever since Lin Xia left last time, this matter had been a joke.

Zhurong and Gonggong had lost face for a long time.

They hadn't expected it to be even more outrageous this time, actually being beaten until they were deformed.

Being mocked by a group of brothers and sisters, Gonggong couldn't hold onto his face.

Fortunately, it was Daoist Houtu; if it had been someone else, given his violent temper, he would have greeted them with his fists long ago.

Zhurong, who had always cared about face, couldn't endure it even more, and said angrily.

"Little sister, why did you say that to Lin Xia?"

As soon as the words fell, Di Jiang frowned, and his sharp gaze stared over.

Zhurong and Gonggong's bodies shook, and they didn't dare to speak loudly again.

They knew how much Big Brother doted on Little Sister.