The sun star, which has been silent for 30,000 years, suddenly shines in the sky today.

In the ancestral witch hall on the desolate land.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches saw this scene.

An ancestor witch with two red snakes wrapped around the back of his head laughed: "Those two miscellaneous birds are finally willing to come out." ”

The head of the Ancestral Witch, the eyes of the Emperor Jiang Ancestral Witch flashed with happiness, and he said loudly: "The three hundred and sixty tribes of the Wu Clan have been ordered, and the decisive battle is imminent." ”

A message, in an instant, spread throughout the desolate land.

The Wu clan is a creature that has been bred by the combination of Pangu's blood and the evil qi of the earth, and it is inherently possessed of incomparable divine power, and each height is like a mountain, and it is extremely huge.

At this moment, the Great War Instruction came from the Ancestral Witch Palace.

Immediately, the three hundred and sixty Wu tribes rose up one after another with black wolf smoke. The wolf smoke was connected into a piece and rushed straight to the sky.

The other side.

Above the sky, below the sun and stars.

A dark and oppressive cloud, close to see, all kinds of big demons, they show their original shape, some of them are nine heads and four legs, some have human faces and tiger bodies, and some have two heads and four walls, but all of them are the images of various strange beasts fused.

At this time, in the flood and famine, the demon clan was strangled, and only less than three percent were left.

Bai Ze, who is still alive, is an old man with a white goat's beard under his chin, and he is full of tears: "My emperor, my emperor, the demon clan can finally no longer be displaced." ”

Above the dense army of demon clans, like raindrops, were three figures.

The two dignified and noble figures dressed in golden robes are the emperor and emperor of the demon clan.

Dijun, Taiyi.

Underneath his left hand, Fu Xi, who was dressed in a flowing body and had a jade-like face, stood upright.

Taiyi waved his hand.

"Blood feud and blood repayment, the shame of the demon clan, just today, the unification of the flood is just around the corner."

"Follow me, kill the ancestral witch hall, and kill the witch clan one by one!"

Millions of demons were excited at this moment, and shouted loudly: "Unified the flood and wilderness, right in front of me, the original emperor of my clan, go to the soup and go to the fire, willing to die for the immortal foundation of my demon clan!" ”

"Kill!"

The black clouds, led by two golden rays of light, only came from the desolate land.

Black clouds overwhelm the sky.

Golden Dawn Day.

The great sun rises and the flood crushes all souls.

The creatures hidden in the mountains watched in horror as the demons flew out like locusts overhead.

And at the same time.

Kunlun Mountain.

Jinao Island.

Western.

Nuwa opened up the Wa Emperor.

The blessed land of the saints, the five saints looked at it at the same time.

The place where the two races are about to meet.

It's right there, at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

And outside these five pairs of eyes, outside the flood wilderness, there is a young Taoist with a calm face, he is holding a sand table in his hand, and the luck trend on the sand table is slowly decreasing.

Minimize it.

Now.

The center of the two-clan war.

Emperor Jun Taiyi and the Wu Clan, the enemies were very red when they met.

At this moment, their hearts are intervened by an imperceptible force.

The saints were shocked.

They perceive the change.

Yuan Shiran's face showed a trace of solemnity: "The number of days, has it changed so fast?" ”

Tongtian also groped for an ancient sword in his arms, and his eyes flickered: "Luck, it is actually lost so quickly, but the war has not started yet, is it really that Tiandao is determined to completely clean up these two races." ”

Nuwa looked at the man beside Taiyi.

Fuxi.

She sighed in her heart, "Brother." ”

Fu Xi has not become a saint, he is not a saint, naturally it is difficult to escape this entanglement of cause and effect and jump out of all beings, so as a demon clan, he naturally has to contribute to the demon clan.

There is Li Xiaodao behind the scenes to modify the luck of the two clans with the cosmic sand table, and the luck of the two clans fell rapidly at this moment.

Luck can be related to the way a creature behaves.

At this moment, the two clans met, under the influence of the invisibly rapidly decreasing luck.

The creatures of the two races immediately had a murderous intent in their hearts.

With Di Jun's roar: "Kill." ”

Rumble!

Rumble!

A shock!

The wolf-like divine power of the Wu clan seemed to run through the entire desolate sky.

The flood was shaken.

And in the next moment.

I saw that Di Jun changed his body, and he actually divided the image of ten suns.

Ten days out at the same time, the boundless fire of the sun instantly enveloped the nine ancestral witches.

Among the ancestral witches, Zhu Rong's face burst with bruises, and flames that could burn anything appeared from his fist, and he smashed into one of the big fireballs with one punch.

However, he was burned.

At this time, Di Jun's ruthless voice came out: "Under the saint, I am the strongest. ”

He has been angry and cultivated since he was taken away by Li Xiaodao that day, and now, he is the only one in the entire flood wilderness except for the saint who has beheaded the two corpses.

Although he didn't have Hongmeng Purple Qi, he could already mobilize some weak Heavenly Dao power.

This ten-day formation is the method he spent 30,000 years trying to make up for after losing the Hetuluo Book.

He had mastered the Hetuluo Book for millions of years, and he had already mastered the mysteries of deduction and change in the Hetuluo Book, and at this moment, this ten-day array was equivalent to reopening a realm, and it trapped the nine ancestral witches in an instant.

Outside this Decameron.

I only heard the bell ringing through the wilderness.

Demon Emperor Taiyi used his quasi-holy mana to kill the Quartet with the Chaos Bell, and the three ancestral witches fought against him, but they fell behind.

Di Jiang, who upholds the divine power of space, has a great change in his face at this time.

They were all seeing the power of quasi-saints for the first time.

At this time, in the desolation, there were very few quasi-saints, although they knew that the saint was an unattainable existence, but they did not expect that after the demon clan came out of the quasi-saint, there would be such a terrifying change in strength.

The quasi-saint was able to mobilize the weak power of the Heavenly Dao.

Quasi-saint, saint, is the saint of saints, without Hongmeng purple qi means that they can never become saints, but with a quasi-word, it means that they have something in common with saints in a certain aspect.

Ancestral witches are creatures who have been born and have fixed their paths.

They are above the Golden Immortals.

However, under quasi-sainthood.

"No, it can't ......"

Among the ancestral witches, Zhu Rong has the hottest temper, and he can't believe that these two miscellaneous birds will become so powerful after hiding on the Sun Star for 30,000 years.

Ancestral witches, none of them participated in the preaching of Hongjun Taoists.

Because, their strength is innate, and they don't need to go through cultivation, naturally, Hongjun's Dao method is a useless thing for them.

So much so that they didn't understand that the quasi-saint was such a terrifying existence.

In the early stage of the Taiyi Quasi-Sage, there was the help of the Innate Supreme Treasure Chaos Bell who could defeat three with one enemy, and that Emperor Jun, in the middle stage of the Quasi-Sage, was able to use the power of one person to even fight against the Nine Great Ancestors.

The ancestral witch, the witch clan, actually had a defeat.

This made the ancestors who were born to be the darlings of heaven and earth, born to stand on the top of all living beings, and born to be able to crush the desolate creatures without cultivating, and were greatly frightened.

(End of chapter)