The Primordial Heavenly King didn't let everyone wait too long, one step at a time, and the green lotus came from afar.

In just the blink of an eye, the Primordial Heavenly King had already come to Buzhou Mountain, glanced at the Heavenly Saints, and the Twelve Ancestors, and said, "I should be the Supreme of the Flood Desolation, do you have any opinions?" ”

The saints guessed that the primordial king made a strong return and would definitely take advantage of people, but they didn't expect that the primordial king would choose to face the saints, which shows how conceited and arrogant the primordial king is.

"Haha! The essence of the flood has always been the respect of the strong, if you can suppress my twelve witch ancestors and the saints of the heavens, you deserve to be the supreme of the flood wilderness, no one dares to say a word. The first to answer was Di Jiang, who saw him laugh loudly, but faintly sarcastic about his conceit.

"Not bad!" The Heavenly Saints also echoed the Dao and tacitly agreed to jointly deal with the Primordial Heavenly King.

"Since you are so self-loving, then you should also fall." The Primordial Heavenly King was expressionless and said lightly.

"Roar...... All the gods are in a great array. "The first to strike, but it was the Twelve Witch Ancestors, only to see that under the loud shout of the Emperor River, the Twelve Witch Ancestors formed a great array of Heavenly Gods, and endless great power gathered.

The next moment, a giant god who stood in the sky appeared, it was the true body of Pangu summoned by the Twelve Witch Ancestors, which was as high as Buzhou Mountain, and the shadow also darkened an immeasurable land.

Pangu's true body reappeared, but it was different from the first time, its eyes were hazy, there was no spirituality, and it was not settled by Pangu's will.

The saints of the heavens also secretly prepared, Luo Hu stepped on the black lotus, surrounded by the four swords of Zhu Xian, and under the twelve products of the black lotus of the world, there was a diagram of the sword formation of Zhu Xian, hunting in the strong wind.

The ancestral dragon also sacrificed the treasures on his body, the Zhenwu soap carving flag to protect his body, the twenty-four sea beads rotated around the body, and the ancestral dragon beads were suspended three feet in front of him.

The same is true of the First Phoenix, the Fire Spirit Bead hovering in front of her, and the Flame Light Banner from the ground turns into a large banner.

Yi Shanjun stepped on the twelve gods and red lotus, surrounded by the innate ten thousand sword diagrams, the stars in the sky were shining, the stars of Zhou Tian were clearly visible, and the endless starlight was circulating.

The only one who has no action is the Yin and Yang Ancestor.

Although the Heavenly Saints were ready, they had no intention of making a move, and obviously wanted to let the Twelve Witch Ancestors test the water.

In this regard, the Twelve Ancestral Witches didn't care, the knotted muscles of Pangu's true body burned with a flame of qi and blood, and the endless power was boiling, and the endless void around Buzhou Mountain suddenly became a blur.

"Roar...... Flood Seal. I saw Pangu's true body roaring angrily, his hands sealed, and endless power gathered.

The next moment, Pangu's true body disappeared, replaced by a vast world of light and shadow, a light and shadow that evolved from the convergence of infinite power, but this world of light and shadow is the epitome of the wilderness, with Buzhou Mountain as the center, infinite mountains and rivers, five continents, four seas and nine secluded heavens, Zhou Tian starry sky, and countless beings.

This world of light and shadow appeared, instantly resonating with the desolate world, prying and borrowing the infinite power of the desolate world, and constantly converging and compressing, just a few breaths of time, the vast world of light and shadow compressed and converged into a point, turning into a seal like a mountain and a mountain.

This seal is the Flood Seal that the Twelve Witch Ancestors cast out with Pangu's true body.

The moment the Flood Desolation Seal appeared, the entire Flood Desolation suddenly fell silent, the heavens and the earth were silent, and the seal like a mountain and a mountain was lightly suspended in the void, as if it was fluttering without touching the ground at all, slowly pressing towards the Primordial Heavenly King.

Seeing this desolate seal, the primordial king couldn't help but show a solemn look, in the silent world, his figure rose with the storm, and it turned out to be a projection of the Pangu giant god, but unlike the real body of Pangu, this projection is composed of a piece of light and shadow, like a primordial god, which is holding a huge and incomparable Xuanhuang glass axe, which is the Pangu axe.

"Scream ......" Pangu Yuanshen spat out a divine sound, like thunder, ringing in the ears of all beings in the desolation, and the world returned to normal.

However, at this moment, the huge and incomparable Pangu Axe slashed upwards and collided with the Flood Desolation Seal.

In an instant, it seemed to become eternal, and all light and shadow were frozen, and then, like a fluid, kept converging and compressing, and finally became a point.

The silent roar of "Boom ......" seemed to sound in the minds of all beings in the flood wilderness, and then that point burst out with immeasurable strong light, ten million times better than the sun and stars in the sky, and the entire flood wilderness was submerged by endless strong light, whether it was the Nine Netherworld or the most mysterious Demon Realm, every inch of space in the flood wilderness was filled with immeasurable strong light.

At this moment, far away in the sea of chaos, the raised eyebrows that opened up a world, and the countless branches of the willows in the sky moved slightly, as if they felt something, and a gaze was cast in the direction of the desolation.

Then, on the other side of the Sea of Chaos, a strong light bloomed, piercing through the endless chaos, and a light hazy by the boundless chaos fell on the willows all over the body.

"Hmm!" raised his eyebrows with a look of doubt.

The strong light came and disappeared quickly, and the light evaporated the immeasurable creatures of the desolation, regardless of animals and plants, the central continent of the desolation became a scorched earth, and the pillar-like mountains disappeared, replaced by an endless abyss, nine days of weak water, poured down, turned into a vast waterfall galaxy, poured into the infinite abyss.

In the sky above the abyss, a huge and transparent Pangu Yuan God towered over the heavens and the earth, and the surface of its body was glowing with a faint yellow luster, like a thin coat.

Click......

Like the sound of glass shattering, the thin yellow clothes of the Pangu Yuan God cracked one after another, and then the endless Xuanhuang fragments fell off, dissipating into the endless abyss with your Qingtian Waterfall.

This Xuanhuang thin coat is the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda of the Primordial Heavenly King, the essence of the fragment is the Xuanhuang merit, at this time scattered into the endless abyss, dissolving into it, the trauma of the flood is fading, forming a new flood landform.

"Wu Zu is worthy of being a Pangu bloodliner!" The huge Pangu primitive, looking at the Pangu axe that had dimmed, muttered to himself.

This self-muttering, like the sound of thunder, sounded throughout the flood wilderness, although the Wu ancestor was recognized by the primordial heavenly king, but the price was very heavy, that blow of the flood desolation seal, although more resonated with the flood desolation, pry the infinite power of the flood desolation, but also sacrificed all of the twelve Wu ancestors.

At this moment, the Quartet Continent of the Flood Desolation, the marginal land, was placed in advance by the Twelve Witch Ancestors, and the Wu clansmen scattered everywhere, under the leadership of the Great Witch, all looked at the center of the Flood Desolation, showing grief and indignation, and a silent crying atmosphere was permeated.

"Wu! Witch! Witch ......"

I don't know which one of the witches took the lead, doing his best to tear the vocal cords, and with all the strength of his body, he shouted 'witches' one after another.

This 'witch' spread quickly as if it would be contagious, and all the witches cried out with all their might.

This voice carries an unyielding will, never bowing its head, and is not afraid of the tragedy of sacrifice, faintly spreading throughout the wilderness.