Time was ticking, and the desolate land seemed to have fallen into a brief lull.

The two Lich clans are now actively preparing for war, and they actually know in their hearts that with the support of Dao Ancestors and three or four saints behind them, the rise of the human race is already unstoppable.

Therefore, they don't want to dominate the flood anymore, but God is destined that the lich will have a battle.

This battle is inevitable and equally irreconcilable.

However, now both of them know that at this point, there is no need for the two to fight to the death.

Since there is no need for this, then fight, make a show, and send personal favors to the prosperity of the human race, so that you can not only please the Taoist ancestors, but also gain a merit, why not?

Finally, after tens of thousands of years in the making, one day, with a very small incident, the Lich War officially began.

This thing still has to start with the love story of a little demon and a witch.

I want to ......

Ahem, this is all off-topic, if you want to know the specific details, make up the Tianxian match in your own brain, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, Romeo and Juliet, these can perfectly reflect the situation at that time.

Anyway, that's the thing, the two are fighting.

Moreover, a dozen is out of control.

At first, it was a little demon and witch soldier at the level of a heavenly immortal, but later the demon saint and the great witch of Da Luo Jinxian also took action.

And this battle, in the end, with the shot of the ancestral witch and the battle of the two demon emperors, was pushed to a climax.

"Di Jun, your demon clan slaughtered thousands of my witch clan, today, I will make you pay the price for your actions!" Standing above the sky, Di Jiang of the Wu clan looked at Di Jun and Tai Yi on the other side, and roared.

That posture, for fear that others wouldn't know that he was acting.

"Big brother, big brother, your acting skills are a bit exaggerated!" Beside Di Jiang, Hou Tu pulled Di Jiang and said with squeezing his eyes.

"Ahem, really?" Di Jiang asked cautiously.

"Uh-huh!" The rest of the ancestral witches all nodded with serious faces, and even Di Jun and Tai Yi on the opposite side looked at Di Jiang with strange expressions.

"Ahem, Di Jun, today, if you don't give us an explanation, our Wu clan and you will not die!" Di Jiang coughed lightly, pointed at Di Jun, and the spittle Xingzi almost drowned a large number of people below.

"What are you doing with so much nonsense, just know if you fight, we have to try, is it your ancestral witch's Heavenly God Formation that is powerful, or our two brothers are powerful?" Di Jun looked at Di Jiang and snorted coldly.

It's false to say that you are not angry, everyone said that they would leave the stage for the Terran when they came up to play a play, but as a result, you came up and scolded directly without saying a word, and besides, this spittle star is all stained on your face, do you know?

"Ahem, big brother, let's talk about it when this is over, let's finish the show first!" Taiyi also pulled La Dijun and said.

"Humph!" Di Jun is an emperor anyway, and he naturally has a temper, if it weren't for the overall situation, he would have torn off his posture and fought with Zu Wu a long time ago.

"Okay, big brother, you're done!" Houtu is also pulling the Ladi River, Dao.

"Okay, good, sister, come on!" Dijiang has long been unaccustomed to this situation, so he still handed over the words to Houtu, and it was better for him to fight.

"Di Jun, this is just such a thing, let's see the real chapter in our hands!" Houtu stepped forward, looked at Di Jun, and said with a smile.

"It's still Hou Tu Niang Niang who speaks well, okay, let's see the real chapter under our hands!" Di Jun nodded, and then without saying a word, Hetu Luoshu waved and hit the Wu Clan.

"Hahaha, Lidu Heavenly God Evil Array!" Di Jiang laughed, and then he entangled eleven ancestral witches and formed a large array.

Because of Fang Mo's interference, the strength of the ancestral witches is much stronger now than before, even if it is the large array of eleven ancestral witches, they can reach the strength of the saints.

And Hou Tu himself put on the super god boxing gloves and went to fight with Taiyi on his own.

"This Nizi really has the warlike genes of the Wu Clan!" Fang Mo looked at the battlefield below from the clouds, and also saw the scene where Houtu went to Taiyi to fight.

"However, this desolate land can't afford to toss you so much!" Fang Mo looked at a few people, shook his head with a wry smile, and then made a move to stabilize the desolate land, and cleaned up the aftermath of the battle around him, otherwise, the four saints would fight with their combat strength, and the entire desolate would have to be shattered.

Fang Mo didn't want Pangu to wake up and find that his body was shattered into slag, and he had to find the rest one by one!

The battle below was still going on, and Fang Mo was watching it for a long time, this battle was rare.

After watching it for more than a hundred years, Fang Mo was also bored, and the younger brother of the two lich clans saw that their boss was fighting, and he didn't fight, no, he didn't act, they all shook hands and made peace, hugged each other's shoulders, and were the people who ate melons.

And the boss of the two rooms is also aggrieved, although this guy can let go of the fight, but always pay attention to the situation, you can't play a dead hand, but you can't act too fake.

And Hou Tu didn't care at all, she knew that Fang Mo was watching it, so she let go of the fight, and Taiyi, she couldn't beat it, Taiyi was also an ordinary Immortal Venerable, and he was a Heavenly Dao saint, under the Heavenly Dao, especially under the Heavenly Dao controlled by Fang Mo, she couldn't exert her greatest strength at all, but Hou Tu was the strength of the peak of the early stage of the Immortal Venerable, and with Fang Mo's support, she was completely the kind that let go of herself.

Fang Mo, who was bored watching it, was going to stop it.

A purple light flashed, and Fang Mo's figure appeared in the center of the battlefield.

"I've seen Dao Ancestor!" The people on both sides who were not very attentive to the fight saw Fang Mo appear, and without saying a word, they bowed their heads and called the big guy.

"I've seen Dao Ancestor!" The rest too.

"Today's battle, this is the end, from now on, the lich will withdraw from the desolation stage, and after the immeasurable calamity, there will naturally be a time to contribute to the common people!" Fang Mo said to the two.

"Yes, Dao Ancestor!" Both of the lich clans are mountain calls.

"Okay, the rest of the people will go back and pack up, and prepare to go to the Flood Wilderness, leaving one billionth of a person in each layer of combat power of each clan, and the rest of the people will go to the Chaos Zixiao Palace after a hundred years, and stay in the back soil!" Fang Mo looked at the crowd.

"Yes, Dao Ancestor!" And when they said yes, they retreated!

As for what to do if there is no billion above the Golden Immortal, it is naturally simple, just keep one.

On this occasion, the Lich Tribulation is completely over.

Unlike the original, Fang Mo did not let Zhou Shan break, and, now in addition to Fang Mo, no, no, no, even if it is Fang Mo, it will not be able to fight Zhou Mountain, there, but there is an innate artifact, Fang Mo is now, but he can't break the innate artifact.

Of course, it's still okay to wear Shura armor.

But wouldn't it be better to keep it?

When everyone retreated, Fang Mo and Houtu were left on the scene.

"You, leave me, what's the matter?" Houtu looked at Fang Mo and asked.