With the Witch Slayer Sword in hand, Di Jun's threat suddenly rose to the maximum, and for the Twelve Ancestral Witches, his danger surpassed that of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who was holding the Chaos Bell. It's just that after all, the demon clan has few people, and it is very difficult for them to make a difference if they want to make a difference.

Standing in the distance, Lin Heng looked at the people who were meditating with burning eyes, and the light in his eyes was obscure. Suddenly, his eyes widened and his eyes shone brightly. At the top of Nabuzhou Mountain, the four saints of the demon clan in the fight turned inexplicably, Taiyi reached the front, Dijun stood next to him, Fuxi was in the middle, and Kunpeng was in the back. Their sudden movements made Zu Wu's men stop, and at this time, the lyre in Fu Xi's hand burst out with colorful light, and seven different sounds instantly locked the sky, making everyone feel like they were stagnant.

If it was just like this, the ancestral witches were not afraid, but then as soon as the chaos bell rang, the powerful power of space-time prohibition was strengthened again, even if it was as strong as the ancestral witch, there was also a short pause.

That's enough!

The witch slaying sword in Di Jun's hand shone brightly, and the blood-colored light covered the sky, and when all the blood light was gone, Di Jun had already highlighted the four of them, and the witch slaying sword in his hand was inserted into the heart of the harvest.

"Harvest!"

The other six ancestral witches were grieved, Di Jiang roared even more angrily, his body shook, and he broke away from the confinement of Fu Xiqin and Chaos Bell, his speed was exerted to the limit, and in a flash, he suddenly appeared in the sky above the four people, and the wooden staff in his hand waved down in the air.

This staff directly planned the formation of four people, and the other five people also roared angrily and entangled Di Jun and the others, Na Di Jiang looked at Fu Xi viciously, and shouted: "Di Jun hand it over to me, Xuan Ming will entangle Kunpeng, and Gonggong will stop Taiyi, and the three of you will kill Fu Xi for me." ”

In the anger, Di Jiang played his boss's style and directly commanded the battle, and the other five did not refuse, although they usually fought a little. But at this critical moment, it is still very tacit.

In order to let Candle Jiuyin, Jumang, and Haobi Corpse kill Fu Xi, Di Jiang and the others used brute force to scatter the other three. When Candle Jiuyin, the gloomy guy, saw it, he quickly entangled Fu Xi, and the other two also attacked from both sides.

As Nuwa's elder brother, Fu Xi's cultivation is extraordinary, if others face the siege of the three ancestral witches, then there is only defense left, but Fu Xi, Nuwa's elder brother, has been taken care of by Nuwa, you see above his head. Isn't that small tripod of the three clans the Qiankun Ding? This treasure has unparalleled defense, and it is above the head, but it is not afraid of their attacks, and Fu Xi is like this, but it is difficult to hurt the three ancestral witches.

The situation seemed to be confronted all of a sudden, and then a booming sound attracted everyone's attention. In the place where the lich fought, Zhu Rong laughed wildly. He was holding a quasi-saint in his hand, and he actually opened people alive. The man's primordial spirit wanted to run, but Zhu Rong's mouth widened, and a black flame instantly devoured his primordial spirit.

Zhu Rong killed his quasi-saint opponent. Immediately flew to the side to help the two of Xi Zi and Qiang Liang, and with his help, these two demon quasi-saints also fell one after another. Three of them. Originally, it was just a cultivation of beheading a corpse, and it was not as good as the ancestral witch. At this time, it is a situation of two against one and three against one. Naturally, it was quickly taken down. As soon as this side is taken, Dijun and the others over there will be in danger.

This truth, the people of the demon clan don't understand, so when Zhu Rong killed his opponent, Di Jun's face was cold, and he looked at Di Jiang, who had been entangled in him, and his silver teeth were bitten.

"Go!" Hetu Luoshu turned into Yin and Yang Taiji, and took a picture of the void, and the flying Di Jiang's body stopped, but when Di Jun's witch slaying sword stabbed, he dodged it, but Di Jun's attack did not end there, behind him, a figure suddenly flew out, and it was a bang at Di Jiang who had just dodged the witch slaying sword. The intertwined light of gold and silver immediately enveloped Di Jiang and smashed straight on his body.

"Dijiang, give me death!"

Emperor Jun roared wildly, and the witch-slaying sword struck accurately again, and a sword was nailed into Di Jiang's heart. His eyes widened as he looked at the blood-colored sword in his heart, his face flushed, and then he went crazy.

"Dijun, you should die with me too!" The crazy Di Jiang grabbed Di Jun at the last moment of his life, and his body suddenly swelled. His appearance was obviously about to blow himself up, but all this happened too fast, and Di Jun couldn't dodge it. His face was shocked, and just when he thought he was going to die, the person who attacked Di Jiang suddenly appeared next to the two of them, and the whole person turned into a giant and stopped Di Jiang's self-explosion.

"Xihe ......" looked at the huge figure in front of him, and Di Jun's face turned pale. Although he survived, his wife Chang Xi, Xi and Niangniang died in order to block the aftermath of Dijiang's self-explosion.

"Ah...... Kill! In an instant, Di Jun also went crazy, and with the witch-slaying sword, he found the co-worker who entwined Taiyi. However, Dijiang's death also drove the ancestors crazy. Three of their brothers died.

"Dijun, you give me death!" The three of Zhu Rong, who rushed over, didn't wait for Dijun to attack Gonggong, so they quickly pressed down. Di Jun didn't care about it, and with a swing of his long sword, he slashed at the three of them. If it was said that the three of them were afraid of the witch slayer sword before, they didn't dare to take it hard, but now the three people who are crazy don't care about it, they rush over directly, and bombard the witch slayer sword at the same time.

Although this sword restrained the ancestral witch, in the face of the joint attack of the three ancestral witches, don't think about making meritorious contributions, and those three crazy guys directly took advantage of the moment to fight the crooked witch sword, bullied themselves and pressed Di Jun to beat.

"Big Brother ......" Tai's complexion changed greatly, the chaos bell in his hand rang wildly, and the mana of the whole person was exerted to the maximum, he forced the co-workers to retreat in one fell swoop, and his body flashed, and he appeared in the sky above Di Jun, and the chaos bell shone brightly, sucking Di Jun out and protecting him in the bell body. When the four ancestral witches saw it, they quickly surrounded the two of them under the Chaos Bell and bombarded indiscriminately.

On the other side, the three people of Candle Jiuyin who besieged Fuxi were making contributions, and their bombardment was also non-stop, even Fuxi, who had a good fortune, and they didn't want to stop the crazy three ancestors. At this time, Fu Xi's mana was already about to run out, and his face was even pale, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he couldn't stop. He knew that if he continued like this, his death would be inevitable.

"Brother, I'm afraid my sister won't be able to participate in this big battle, and other saints won't let my sister leave the Wa Palace."

"Brother, I calculated that you had a bad fall this time, this Qiankun Ding is a treasure of defense, I hope my brother will bring it."

"Brother, can you not go to ......?"

Before the war, in the Wa Palace, Nuwa's words were recalled in his ears word by word. Under the Qiankun Ding, Fu Xi showed a smile, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes, "Sister, you are right this time, but for the sake of the demon clan, my brother has to come." This is the last time, so let my brother do a little more for the demon clan. ”

"Candle Jiuyin, let's die together!" Looking at the attacking Candle Jiuyin, Fu Xi roared, and suddenly let go of Qiankun Ding's guard, letting Candle Jiuyin plunge into his arms. Candle Jiuyin knew that the way was not good, and wanted to retreat, but Fu Xi grabbed him tightly, and his hand was also inserted into Fu Xi's chest.

"Demon clan, let me Fuxi do the last thing for you!" In the midst of the roar, Fu Xi's body exploded, and a quasi-saint exploded again, and the power of the decision was that the ancestral witch didn't want to survive the self-explosion, especially this face-to-face self-explosion.

"Candle Jiuyin ......" sentence Mang, luxury than the corpse's complexion changed greatly, but before they could go up, they were rushed out by Fuxi's self-detonating air waves, and the Qiankun Ding in the sky was also blown away, and when everything subsided, there was still the shadow of Fuxi and Candle Jiuyin.

Ju Mang and Hao Bi corpses were sad in their hearts, and they looked up at Kunpeng, Dijun, and Taiyi one by one, and shouted: "Demon clan, suffer death!" ”

Six and two, only Kunpeng was lucky, but only Xuan Ming was entangled with him, which made him quite powerful, and the smart Kunpeng knew that he couldn't take the initiative to go up, otherwise he would die.

From the time he joined the demon clan, he knew that his life was in danger, and now that the quasi-saints of the demon clan have fallen one by one, and the ancestral witch has also fallen to three people, he is even more afraid. He is not Fuxi, he will not blow himself up for the sake of the demon clan, he cherishes his life even more. He knew that he had to find a way to get out, otherwise he would definitely die here.

There were all kinds of thoughts flashing in his mind, but Kunpeng's subordinates were not slow, and they fought with Xuan Ming vividly, and the battle on the other side was even more tragic, the six ancestral witches went crazy and attacked Di Jun and Taiyi and two, but they were protected by the Chaos Bell, and their lives were not in danger for the time being, and they took the opportunity to leave Dao sword marks on the six ancestral witches. There's no way, the witch slayer sword is too powerful, it's a blood stain, and the ancestors who are crazy can't care so much.

In the distance, looking at such a tragic battle, everyone's hearts were sad, and Lin Heng watched the fall of the ancestral witch, and his heart was even more uncomfortable. It's just that at this time, he can't intervene, he can only watch.

Just as he was lamenting, a streamer of light crossed in the distance, Lin Heng's eyes wrinkled, he looked sideways, and was slightly stunned. 'Taiyin breath, it's her! Through the aura on the person who came and her beautiful appearance, Lin Heng immediately guessed who it was. This person is none other than Chang Xi's sister and another Chang'e of the two goddesses of Taiyin.

Lin Heng had guessed before that she should also die in this big war, and now it seems that she is the one who participated in this big war, looking at her unstable breath, she is obviously very sad. In this way, she knew about her sister's death.

"Do you want to stop her...... Lin Heng hesitated in his heart, but Chang'e would not hesitate. At the moment of her sister's death, she knew the truth, and her heart was extremely sad, and when she thought of everything about her sister, she rushed over madly to avenge her sister. The feelings of children, just like Dijun and Taiyi, are like those of Dijun and Taiyi, who are introduced and allowed to mention, which is not understandable to others.

No, before Lin Heng could stop it, she rushed over, flew to the top of Buzhou Mountain, and went to seek revenge on the ancestral witches.

Of course, Lin Heng's hesitation didn't last long, he had already made up his mind to stop Chang'e, but she was close, but Lin Heng dispelled this thought, because Chang'e had already burned her soul, even if she stopped it, she wouldn't be able to live. Rather than that, it's better to let her go.

"Feelings, hatred, it's really crazy!"

Looking at Chang'e who rushed into the battlefield, Lin Heng sighed secretly. As a later generation, Lin Heng understands this kind of feelings and hatred better than the natives of the Flood Wilderness, but it is precisely because he understands that he is even more helpless.

Everyone says to let go of hatred, let go of hatred, but when it's their turn, who can let go? Isn't it difficult for me to let go of my friendship with the Twelve Ancestors? (To be continued......)