Prehistoric: Bind Saint Nuwa at the beginning

The demon clan actually took advantage of the beginning of the Wu clan to provoke a big war.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches also understood at this time, why the Dao Yi Saint chose to stop, this was obviously aware of the attack of the demon clan, and he didn't want to cheapen the demon clan.

Houtu smiled bitterly, sure enough, it is definitely not that simple for the saint to be angry.

Houtu can even conclude that the current Wu clan will never be the opponent of the demon clan, and the Wu clan is self-inflicted.

"Big brother, my Wu clan is just established, and I am definitely not the opponent of the demon clan, and I must use special means!"

Houtu said sincerely, if there is any mistake at this time, what awaits the Wu clan is destruction.

Di Jiang's face was gloomy, at this point, if he couldn't see anything anymore, and he couldn't understand the cause and effect, I was afraid that he would not be qualified to lead the Wu Clan.

"Hey, it shouldn't be like this for my brother's repentance, if the Wu clan can survive this catastrophe this time, I hope you will intercede with the Daoyi Sage. "

Di Jiang looked solemn, full of regret, and said with a sigh.

At this moment, in Di Jiang's heart, he has completely lost his thoughts, and the saint can only be guessed by him.

Houtu nodded, although she knew that it was difficult, but with the treasure in the Pangu Palace, as long as she offered it with both hands, there was still some hope.

How can the mobilization speed of millions of witches be so fast, even if these witches are at the lowest level Xuan Immortals.

While~

Above the sky, the sound of the Eastern Emperor Bell (Chaos Bell) sounded, and the entire Heavenly Pole shook for it.

The bell wave shook, and the world roared!

The great sun of the firmament's IQ suddenly burned for it, bursting out with infinite light and heat.

In the next moment, the infinite true fire of the sun descended from the sky and fell towards the extreme land of the heavens.

However, the target is not the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but the Wu Clan who have gathered towards the Pangu Palace!

Bang!

With the interference of the Chaos Bell, the Twelve Ancestral Witches didn't have time to resist these Sun True Fires, and the radius around the Pangu Hall turned into a sea of fire.

In an instant, all the visible and intangible things in the extreme land of the heavens, and even time and space, were about to burn under the true fire of the sun.

Infinite light and heat swayed, and countless witches on the earth were shaken.

Roar~

Immediately, the two majestic and powerful beings who were huge and exuded an eternal reckless aura rose from the extreme land of heaven and roared in the sky.

Gonggong showed the true body of the ancestral witch, the python head and the human body, wearing black scales, stepping on the black dragon, and wrapping the green python in his hand, which is the ancestral witch of water who has mastered the power of the avenue of water.

Together with the ancestor of rain, Wu Xuanming, he appeared his true body, and each used his supernatural powers, and the combined power of the two could be regarded as barely extinguishing the true fire of the sun that was still burning in the land of the heavens.

However, in the end, it was a little slower, and tens of thousands of Wu clans had already fallen on the spot.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches stared angrily at the demon army above the sky.

At this time, Di Jun and Tai Yi were standing at the front of the demon army, behind them were the demon master Kunpeng and the ten demon gods, and then behind were millions of demon elites.

The demon clan was formed on the basis of the heritage of all races, and the speed of development was naturally rapid, while the witch clan was just born.

The comparison of strength between the two is really a bit of a gap.

The true fire of the sun was Di Jun himself, and he directly killed tens of thousands of Wu clans.

Roar~

In the next moment, gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, time and space, and speed ...... Twelve brilliant rays of light bloomed, and the sky, the earth, and the infinite desolation were all trembling.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches seem to represent the twelve points of Heavenly Dao authority and the embodiment of the twelve laws of Heaven.

In a single movement, layers of void spread out, revealing endless chaos.

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches......

"It's a pity that it's just the source of the law, but not the source of the avenue. "

Taiyi's eyes were calm.

Chaos Hongmeng, whether it is the Tribulation of the Open Heaven, or the Tribulation of Fierce Beasts, the First Tribulation of the Dragon and Han, the Battle of Dao and Demons, or the Lich Hegemony to the present.

While competing for the hegemony of the flood famine, it is actually fighting for the evolution of the avenue.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches are not the Twelve Pangu after all, and they are not invincible.

Call!

In the midst of the chaotic air flow, Taiyi once again reached out and knocked on the Donghuang Bell.

While!

The infinite divine light crisscrossed the sky, encompassing the boundless, and all the laws of the avenue were suppressed towards the twelve majestic gods and demons who roared in the sky.

"Fight!

The twelve ancestral witches looked up to the sky and roared, and their fighting spirit was boiling high.

Six of the ancestral witches shot together, smashed through the Donghuang Bell in the air, and fought with the Donghuang Taiyi.

The Eastern Emperor Taiyi, with the Eastern Emperor Bell, resisted half of the power of the Twelve Ancestral Witches with his own strength.

Di Jiang snorted lightly, and the blade of endless space appeared in front of him, although it was not as good as that Yang Mei ancestor, but it should not be underestimated.

The Endless Space Blade swept towards the demon army in the next moment.

Di Jun above the sky sneered, and a picture-like scroll containing all the truths in the world emerged.

Directly block all these spatial blades that break through the air!

Seeing his natal supernatural powers, the power of space was helpless against Di Jun, and Di Jiang, who showed the true body of the ancestral witch, directly punched Di Jun.

The terrifying power is like destroying the world, with terrifying power, destroying and drowning towards Di Jun.

"Jin Wufa Xiang, pardon!"

Di Jun's expression was cold, and he shouted.

As the words fell, the golden Wufa phase behind him instantly changed into countless times larger, and a huge emperor shadow appeared, extremely majestic.

Dressed in a golden dragon robe, a nine-clawed dragon with angry eyes and mouth hovering over it.

He was wearing a beaded curtain eunuch on his head, a purple gold dragon belt wrapped around his waist, a pitch-black long sword hanging from his waist, and a dragon walking under his feet.

The supreme and noble, domineering and incomparable emperor's breath burst out, his eyes were empty, and all beings he regarded were ants.

Emperor Ying stretched out his huge palm and slammed it towards Di Jiang, this blow, the void shattered, and the universe was turned upside down.

"It's just a little trick to carve insects!"

Di Jiang didn't have the slightest fear, he snorted coldly, and the power above his fists was a little terrifying again, as if he wanted to break through this world.

Straight towards the huge palm.

Rumble!

A huge sound shook the sky, and the terrifying impact force wiped out all the mountains and rivers within a radius of thousands of miles, and the void aura.

Even many of the Lich tribes have fallen to the confrontation between the two.

In the void, there are deep footprints left by the two of them, and both of them are looking at each other with solemn faces.

This blow seemed to be evenly matched, but Di Jun knew that he was losing to Di Jiang just in terms of physical ability.

Even at this moment, the qi and blood in the body are still churning, and the force is disordered.

However, Di Jun did not show the slightest, at this moment it was a war between the two clans, if it was shown, it would directly reduce the morale of the demon clan.

Di Jun paused for a moment, the corner of his mouth smiled coldly, and Hetu Luo Shu was in the air, this time, he was not ready to fight Di Jiang.

On the battlefield at this moment, Houtu faced the demon master Kunpeng, and the remaining five ancestral witches each faced two demon gods, and everyone started a big battle. _

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