"Dead old man! Finally hung up, almost making him break our Ten Directions Sun Separation Fire Array. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info" The Seventh Prince looked at the Suiren clan who had turned into ashes and only left a rag, and said with palpitations.

The eldest prince said angrily: "Damn! Dare to provoke the majesty of the demon clan! The Terrans can't stay! ”

"Exterminate the Terrans!" The other golden crows were also provoked to anger, and the ten suns flapped their wings and flew towards the land of the Terran race.

"Big brother! That old immortal thing actually built an enchantment with a treasure! ”

"Humph! Break it! "The eldest prince said domineeringly.

The chiefs of the Terran tribes were stunned when they saw this. The human master is dead, and there is no corpse in the dead! This enmity is not shared. However, the human race is weak, and the result of fighting with the demon clan can only be self-humiliation.

"Ask for help from the Wu Clan!" The Terran elders quickly made a plan, and the remnants of the Terran quickly set up an altar to send a message to the Witch Clan.

After the Wu people got the news, they attached great importance to it, the Terrans have always been staunch allies of the Wu Clan, and the ancestors of the Witches are also Terrans, and they are all mixed blood of the ancestral witches and the first generation of the Terrans! Doesn't the killing of the human lord show that the witch clan is weak and can be bullied?

"Beat him!"

"Avenge the Lord!"

"Assemble the army!"

The ancestral witches are not there, and the only people who can speak to the witch clan are those great witches. The great witches were filled with righteous indignation one by one, and they all brought their own tribes to help the human race.

Among the great witches, the name of the good shooter is called Houyi, whose arms are powerful and powerful, and his eyes can see thousands of miles. In the desolate land, no one can match the art of archery. Hou Yi did not take his clansmen to help the Terrans, but instead turned around with a bow and arrows on his back and climbed up Buzhou Mountain.

The enchantment established by the Suiren clan with the innate peach wood staff was not so easy to break, and before the ten golden crows could break the enchantment, the Wu clan's help arrived.

The Great Witch Xingtian angrily pointed at the golden crow in the sky and said, "Wu Na flat-haired beast, hurry up and get out of Buzhou Mountain!" This is not a place for the demon clan to go wild. ”

The tenth prince hurriedly said to the eldest prince: "The Wu clan is here, let's withdraw quickly!" ”

"Afraid of what? These barbarians can't fly, so let them eat ashes on the ground! The eldest prince said arrogantly: "Barbarians! Grandpa is flying in the sky, what about me? Don't you come up? ”

Xingtian was so angry that he shouted: "Arrogant brute! Eat your grandfather's axe. ”

Saying that, his muscles exploded, and he rounded his arm and threw the ganqi axe in his hand vigorously. The axe pierced through the void and soared into the sky, frightening the eldest prince to dodge.

The strength of the Wu clan is not a joke, and it can break ten thousand laws with one force. Powerful enough to shatter the void, the Witches are experts at playing with power.

The axe missed and fell back into the desolate land, and the eldest prince continued to taunt: "You throw it again!" Exhaust you! ”

Xingtian asked, "What about Hou Yi?" Shoot these flat-haired brutes down! ”

A witch soldier reported: "Houyi Dawu has already carried a bow and arrows to Buzhou Mountain. ”

Xing Tian laughed: "Grandson! Don't run, my brother Houyi will send you to see Pangu in a while! ”

"Who to scare? I don't accept you to come up! "The eldest prince is still true, although the axe just now scared him, but Xingtian only has that own strength, not enough to trouble.

The eldest prince felt that the scolding was not enough, and he flapped his wings and sprinkled the sun and fire on the Wu clan on the ground.

Xing Tian saw it in his eyes, and hurriedly reminded: "Quickly dodge!" There are fireballs in the sky! ”

The Wu clan who were not capable enough hurriedly formed a formation to resist, and the sharpness of the true fire of the sun was still fresh in the memory of the Wu clan. For countless years, I don't know how many witches have died under the true fire of the sun.

Xingtian sacrificed the golden body of the witch clan, and turned into a big man who clenched his fist and smashed it towards the fireball in the sky, he opened his big mouth, coughed up a mouthful of sticky phlegm and spit it out to the ten golden crows.

At this time, Xingtian's body was ten thousand feet high, probably more than 30,000 meters. The phlegm spit out by a body more than 30,000 meters tall must be roughly estimated to be more than 200 meters in diameter, which is about the size of a football field.

The golden crows are going crazy, this trick is really disgusting. They are dignified demon princes, where have they ever seen such a dirty routine?

Xingtian's phlegm can be described as fast, accurate and very, the sputum the size of a football field roared towards the golden crows like a loaded cannon, and the golden crow princes who were in a state of death hurriedly used the true fire of the sun to resist, and the sticky phlegm was burned by the real fire of the golden crow and made a sizzling sound, and the smell was terrible.

"Hey! Old torture day, you can do this trick! Look at me! "The Great Witch Xiangliu also sacrificed the golden body of the Great Witch and stood side by side with Xingtian.

"How can such an interesting thing be without my Shen Gong?"

"You can't leave me windproof!"

"Count me in!"

"Who wouldn't have a golden body!"

"Humm, hey, use big sticky phlegm!"

For a while, the great witches sacrificed their golden bodies and turned into giants, almost stepping the desolate land out of the collapse area.

As the initiator, Xingtian became the temporary commander of the Great Witch Team. He waved his hand and said, "Everyone's in place!" Preparation! Spit! ”

"Hey, smack!"

"Hah! Spit! ”

"Ahem, smack!"

"Gross, smack!"

"Suck, smack!"

Xing Tian said angrily: "Master Yu, you bastard! People spit on you and sniff, do you dare not be so disgusting? ”

The rain master smiled and said, "No ammunition!" will be done. ”

The witch clans on this side had a lot of fun, and the golden crow princes were much more embarrassed. The sticky phlegm spit out of the golden body of the great witch has a strong magical power, and the true fire of the sun can dissolve part of it, but it can't be completely dissolved, and I saw that these ten poor golden crows are all sticky witch phlegm, which is very disgusting.

"Flat-haired brute! Still want it? There are 360 great witches in our Wu clan, 360 flavors, there is always one suitable for you! Xingtian hugged his arms and shouted, and said with a smile that he was angry that you would not pay for your life.

"You guys! You're going to pay the price! The eldest prince sacrificed the sticky phlegm on his body with the true fire of the sun, and at the same time scolded angrily: "The third child! Shake people! ”

The third prince opened his mouth wide and squirted a fireball in the direction of the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court. Then he said to the great witch standing on the ground: "A cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops come to meet!" Wait for your death! ”

Before he could finish his arrogance, an iron feather arrow with a colorful streamer shot him in the heart.

"It's... Arrow? The third prince said in surprise.

Seeing that something was wrong, the eldest prince hurriedly flew to the third prince's side: "Witch power! Spells! It's the Great Witch! Hurry home! ”

The third prince didn't wait for the eldest prince to finish speaking, and the spell of the great witch was not so easy to accept. If there is no soul protection, the magic power of the Great Witch can curse the Immortal Emperor to death! The spells of the ancestral witches can curse the saints to death! The Wu clan is an expert in playing with souls, although they don't cultivate the primordial gods, but they tinker with souls!

After the third prince disappeared, several other golden crows were resurrected. Their strength is not strong, and they can only rely on the Ten Directions Sun Fire Formation to kill the Suiren, and if they are one-on-one, they can at most just take a junior immortal monarch. And the great witches of the Wu clan, they all have the strength of a top-level immortal monarch at will. This is the confidence of the Wu clan to crisscross the desolate land.

Whoosh, four more feather arrows flew out, and the fourth prince, the sixth prince, the eighth prince, and the ninth prince were killed one after another. Hou Yi, who had fought just now, had already refined ten feather arrows, and the arrows of these feather arrows were stained with Hou Yi's blood. This is amazing, when the two bloods are fused, the Wu clan can release the spell with the blood of Hou Yi's heart.

Whoosh whoosh, four arrows again. The eldest prince, the second prince, the fifth prince, and the seventh prince also disappeared, leaving only the tenth prince to flee with his life.

Hou Yi, who still had an arrow left in his hand, thought about it and still didn't shoot the last arrow. Leave a line in doing things, and see each other in the future, this time the demon clan is not authentic, and leaving him a prince is considered to be generous to the witch clan. Wherever this matter goes, the Wu clan has the upper hand. (To be continued.) )