Time flies, the stars change, and the elastic index is a hundred years.

Since the Houtu was sanctified, the Wu clan settled in the Netherworld, and more than two hundred years have passed in a blink of an eye.

For more than 200 years, the two Lich clans have been at war and conflict.

Fortunately, both sides were quite restrained, and although there were clashes from time to time, no large-scale major wars broke out.

"Huh?"

On this day, Qingyang, as always, was in retreat and cultivation in the tribe, but suddenly Qingyang found that the temperature was rising sharply, as if he was in a furnace, and a rolling heat wave was coming.

"What happened?"

Qingyang frowned, broke through the barrier, and looked up at the sky.

The sky was ablaze, and when I looked closely, I found that there were ten suns.

"Three-legged golden crow!"

The so-called ten suns are the embodiment of the three-legged golden crow.

"Did the Six Saints make a move?"

Qingyang would not believe that Di Jun would be so brainless and let his ten sons wreak havoc on the desolation, after all, not only would there be no benefit in doing so, but it would also damage the luck of the Demon Court.

Then there is no doubt that someone must be calculating the demon clan, and the first thing that Qingyang thought of was the Six Saints.

In fact, the cultivation of the ten little golden crows is not high, and it is also in the Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm, there are many monks who can suppress them in the wilderness, but everyone is afraid of the demon clan and does not dare to offend the powerful demon court.

In addition, not only Qingyang saw that there was a problem, but others also saw it, this matter was obviously a little unusual, but I was afraid that there was a saint behind him who was calculating the demon clan, so naturally he didn't dare to get involved.

"It's not good, it's the sun that is really hot!"

Where the little golden crow passed, wisps of the sun's true fire fell from the sky.

The true fire of the sun rose in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it spread into a disaster, and the endless wilderness mountains and forests were burned by the fire, and I don't know how many living beings were burned to death for a while, including many Wu clansmen.

The Sun True Fire is extremely domineering, it is one of the top divine fires in heaven and earth, and ordinary beings are almost killed when they touch it.

Seeing that the fire was about to spread to the Houtu tribe, Qingyang didn't have time to think about anything else, so he hurriedly took action to extinguish the true fire of the sun, otherwise the entire Houtu tribe would be burned in half.

"So many people died?"

A trace of anger flashed in Qingyang's eyes, although he made a timely move to extinguish the Sun True Fire, there were still many clansmen who were burned to death by the Sun True Fire.

"That's ...... Hou Yi is shooting Jin Wu? ”

Qingyang suddenly heard the wailing sound of the golden crow, and saw that the sun kept falling in the sky, turning into three-legged golden crows in midair, and an arrow was inserted in their chests.

"Evil animal, pay for the life of Kua's father and brother!"

A great witch with a height of millions of zhang, full of rage, standing on the earth, is holding a divine bow in his hand at this moment, and arrows are shot out one by one, and the wail of the golden crow is constantly coming from the sky.

In just a few moments, there were nine small golden crows, which were shot down by Hou Yi's divine arrows, completely annihilating their spirits.

"Why do I always have a bad feeling lately......

Thirty-three days away, in the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court, Di Jun frowned, and he always felt that something bad was about to happen.

"No, my son is in danger!"

At the moment when the little golden crow fell, Di Jun felt something in his heart, and the heavenly opportunity that was originally covered up became clear at this moment, and Di Jun knew what was going on after a little calculation.

"Bold, dare to hurt my son!"

Di Jun hurriedly descended to the realm, but he was still one step too late, and nine of his ten sons had already died.

Looking at the corpses of the nine little golden crows across the ground, Di Jun was dumbfounded, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he directly sacrificed Hetu Luoshu, and he was about to kill Hou Yizhen!

"You're damned!"

Di Jun shot angrily without any reservations.

"My life is on the ......"

Hou Yi's eyes showed a look of despair, although his strength was strong, comparable to the peak of Da Luo Jin Xian, but compared with Di Jun, there was an unbridgeable gap, and in the face of Di Jun's angry shot, he didn't even have the strength to resist.

"Humph!"

Seeing that Hou Yi was about to be killed, at this critical moment, a black figure broke through the air and blocked Di Jun's attack.

"Qingyang Ancestral Witch ......"

Seeing Qingyang coming in time, Hou Yi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"You step back first!"

Qingyang waved his hand and asked Hou Yi to step back first.

"The dignified Emperor of Heaven, incompetent and furious, bullying the small with the big, if you have the ability, go to the real murderer for revenge!"

Ten little golden crows were born, this thing is strange everywhere, there must be someone behind the calculation, Qingyang doesn't believe that Emperor Junzhi can not see it.

"I will go to the real murderer for revenge, but Hou Yi killed my child, and I must pay for my life today!"

Although Di Jun knew that something was wrong, it was possible that the saint was calculating the two Lich clans and wanted to trigger a war between the two Lich clans, but at this time, Di Jun didn't care so much, the hatred of killing his son was not shared, and it would be difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart if he didn't kill Hou Yi!

"When I'm afraid you won't make it!"

Qingyang has long held back the fire in his belly, the demon clan has killed nine little golden crows, the witch clan has also died a great witch Kuafu, and so many innocent clansmen have died tragically.

Your son's life is his life, and the life of my Wu clan is not worth anything?

"Dang!"

At this time, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi hurriedly came, and when he saw the corpses of the nine little golden crows, he immediately became angry in his heart, and directly sacrificed the Chaos Bell, killed Qingyang, and attacked Qingyang with Emperor Jun.

"Brother, don't panic, I'm here to help you!"

Seeing the arrival of Donghuang Taiyi, Qingyang's face changed slightly, he was not afraid of anyone who could fight alone, and he was not sure that he could fight one against two.

Di Jun and Tai have deep feet, they are both top innate gods in the wilderness, and they both have supreme treasures, and both of them are the top of the same level in terms of combat power, Qingyang wants to fight one against two, unless Qingyang Axe is promoted again.

Otherwise, even the defense of the Chaos Bell can't be broken, the Chaos Bell is known as the integration of attack and defense, and it is undefeated on the head, and the defense can definitely rank in the top three among all the spiritual treasures in the desolate world.

Perhaps only the defense of the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda can be compared to the Chaos Bell.

"Boom !!"

The battle between the three quasi-saint-level powerhouses can be described as the sky falling apart, and Qingyang gradually fell into disadvantage with one enemy and two.

However, Qingyang is not in a hurry, this is the territory of the Wu clan, I believe that the other ancestral witches will be able to come over soon when they hear the movement, and maybe they will be able to leave Dijun and Taiyi behind.

"The power of this Chaos Bell is truly terrifying!"

Although the Qingyang Axe is also a supreme divine weapon, the grade is comparable to the innate treasure, but compared with the Chaos Bell, the power is more than a step behind, if it weren't for the Ancestral Witch's true strength and matchlessness, I'm afraid that Qingyang would have been defeated long ago.

"Damn, I'll have to inform the other Ancestors......"

Seeing that Qingyang was gradually falling into the downwind, losing to Di Jun and Taiyi, Hou Yi, who was watching the battle from a distance, was anxious.

But in the big battle between the quasi-saints, he couldn't intervene at all, and the only thing he could do now was to notify the other ancestors to come to support.