When the Lich War ended, Zhou Chen, who had always been hidden on the edge of the battlefield, suddenly moved, and immediately prepared to enter the hinterland of the battlefield.

Zhou Chen has been hiding here, in order to loot the treasures left behind by the fall of the high-level powerhouses of the two lich clans.

Now quietly suspended above the void, the Chaos Bell is one of Zhou Chen's ideal goals.

Of course, Zhou Chen knew very well in his heart that the chance of such a heaven-opening treasure like the Chaos Bell finally falling into his hands was very slim.

Because when those Heavenly Dao Saints knew that the Eastern Emperor Taiyi had exploded, they would never miss the innate treasure of the Chaos Bell.

But even if Zhou Chen missed the Chaos Bell before his eyes, how could he be willing in his heart.

That's why Zhou Chen hid on the edge of the Lich Battlefield in advance, trying to see if he could get the Chaos Bell in his hand before those Heavenly Dao Saints reacted.

After all, as early as before the Lich War began, Zhou Chen knew that the Eastern Emperor Taiyi was destined to fall in this battle.

It's just that although Zhou Chen's plan was very small, he still underestimated the reaction of the Heavenly Dao Saint after all.

Just as his body moved, a pair of large golden hands had already poked out of the void and grabbed straight towards the Chaos Bell.

Seeing such a scene, Zhou Chen had no choice but to stop his figure and stand quietly in place to watch.

Faced with the grasp of those golden hands, the Chaos Bell seemed to feel the danger, and it actually vibrated on its own.

"Boom!"

As a loud bell rang, the dark yellow on the surface of the Chaos Bell flickered.

This innate treasure immediately escaped into the depths of the void.

Seeing the Chaos Clock fleeing, the owner of the golden hand seemed to be very annoyed, and he tore through the spatial barrier and continued to grab towards the Chaos Clock.

"Zheng!"

However, at this moment, a crisp sword groan suddenly resounded throughout the heavens and the earth.

I saw a blue light shoot out from the outer sky, and the latter slashed at the pair of golden light hands, and immediately annihilated them into nothingness.

Immediately, a hearty laugh slowly resounded on the Lich Battlefield: "Haha, the quasi-Daoist is so shameless, he secretly snatched the Chaos Bell.

This is my Eastern Spiritual Treasure, how can it fall into the hands of Western saints?! ”

Immediately afterward, I saw a sword-eyed young Daoist who stepped down from the outer heavens, and finally levitated above the messy Lich Battlefield.

"It's Uncle Tongtian!"

The moment he saw that person, Zhou Chen, who was on the edge of the lich battlefield, immediately said secretly in his heart.

When the Tongtian Sect Master recalled that blue light and turned it into a sharp sword weapon in his hand, five more figures appeared on the Lich Battlefield.

The identities of those five bodies are naturally undoubted, and they are the five heavenly saints of Taiqing, Yuan Shi Tianzun, Daoist, Quasi-Daoist, and Nuwa Niangniang.

The six saints Qi Zhi, the powerful power emanating from his body, instantly suppressed the turbulent aura in the Lich Battlefield that had not yet completely calmed down.

"Saints? Ha ha! ”

After feeling the aura of the saint descending, a miserable laugh suddenly came from the Lich Battlefield.

The six saints looked coldly, and they were the only surviving ancestral witches among the Wu clan.

Now that the Heaven and Earth Tribulation is completely over, the Lich War has finally come to an end, and Gonggong's heart has also given birth to a lot of enlightenment.

It's true that their Wu clan doesn't cultivate the primordial gods, but that doesn't mean they don't have brains.

Now that the strength of the Wu clan is gone, the elite of the demon clan has fallen to ninety percent.

The co-workers who restore their minds to clarity, where is it not clear that the two lich clans are bad for the calculation of the Heavenly Dao.

Previously, due to the rise of the Tribulation, both the Lich Clans were completely blinded by their minds, believing that as long as they could defeat each other, they could become the protagonists between the desolate world and the world.

However, this position of the protagonist needs to be recognized by heaven and earth, and it needs to be allowed by heaven.

However, the two Lich clans have never been recognized by the Flood Desolation World, and at the same time they are disliked by the Heavenly Dao, how can they become the protagonists of the Flood Wilderness World.

Therefore, the two lich clans are destined to be the victims of this calamity, and finally fall into complete loneliness, so as to withdraw from the stage of hegemony.

After thinking about these things, Gonggong barely supported his body to face Buzhou Mountain, he fell to his knees with a thud, and roared with a sad expression: "Father, this desolate world is the derivation of the desolate world opened up by you!"

But is this desolate world yours or heaven's?! Why can't Heaven tolerate your descendants?! ”

The tiger-eyed and tearful co-workers bowed to the head of the Buzhou Divine Mountain nine times in succession, and then saw him try his best to derive the true body of the ancestral witch, and finally crashed headlong into the Buzhou Divine Mountain.

At present, the co-workers who can only manifest the true body of hundreds of zhang ancestral witches are so small compared to the Zhou Divine Mountain that connects the heavens and the earth.

It stands to reason that Gonggong can't shake the mountain at all.

But at the moment when Gonggong crashed into Buzhou Divine Mountain, his body exuded the aura of the origin of the Wu clan, which was derived from the bloodline of Pangu, which was filled with endless unwillingness and disappointment.

"Boom!"

Although the true body of the ancestral witch manifested by Gonggong is inconspicuous, the qi emitted from it is surging to the extreme.

Even the six saints in the clouds couldn't help but have their expressions suddenly changed because of this.

The entire desolate land is derived from the body of the Pangu God, and the Wu clan is the bloodline descendant of the Pangu God.

If you really want to talk about it, the Wu clan and the desolate land can be regarded as the same lineage.

Under normal circumstances, after the death and fall of the Wu Clan, their bodies will merge into a part of the desolate land.

You must know that the Buzhou Divine Mountain is transformed by the spine of Pangu, and Gonggong is the ancestor of the Wu clan, and it is the essence of a drop of blood in the heart of the great god of Pangu.

Although the blood of the Wu clan is still tainted with turbidity, this does not affect the close connection between the Gonggong and the desolate land.

Now under the desperation of the co-workers, the power of the Pangu origin hidden in his body has been affected, and he has been inspired to have the same root and origin as the desolate land.

At this moment, Buzhou Shenshan already regards Gonggong as an existence with the same root and origin.

In the face of the Gonggong who hit his head on the spot, Zhou Shenshan did not have the slightest strength to defend against it.

"Boom!"

With an earth-shattering loud noise, the heavenly pillar was not around the sacred mountain, and it was actually broken by the co-workers.

All of a sudden, the heavens and the earth were suddenly overshadowed, and the saints were terrified.