The demon clan, the single combat power, is not as good as the Wu clan.

The reason why he can always stabilize the Wu clan is that Dijun, Taiyi, and the top ten demon handsomes have made great contributions.

However, now, Dijun was taken away by the Kunpeng Ancestor, and Taiyi only had the remnants of the true spirit, along with the remnants of the demon handsome, and was taken away by the Nuwa Sage.

Although there are many Wu clans left, there is no strong man to lead them, and they are scattered.

Previously, with the help of many powers, he could hunt down the Wu Clan.

encountered many powerful rebellions, and the situation can be imagined.

Not to mention the many great powers who took advantage of the fire to rob, just nine ancestral witches, scattered and rushed into the demon clan's ranks, causing great damage to the demon clan.

Just a few blinks of an eye.

There were as many as 300,000 demon clans, and they were brutally killed.

In particular, those strong people in the demon clan became the first targets to hunt.

"Run!"

"Run!"

"Run!"

At this moment, every demon clan has only this thought left in their minds, and they each use their own means to escape from the battlefield.

However, there is not one demon clan that can really escape.

The many remaining demon clans were all in endless despair, and were successively killed by the witch clan or the rest of the powers.

The already disheartened Styx Ancestor also performed eye-catchingly, seeing the turnaround, he directly let all the Asuras come out to participate in the big battle.

I don't know how many demon clans were slaughtered by the Asura and turned into a sea of blood.

However, this is not what the Styx Ancestor really cares about.

The demon clan was degraded and lost the heavenly court, is it that the witch clan has another chance?

Even, the idea is more daring, with the Asura race, can he go to the front and sit on the throne of the Lord of the Heavenly Court?

If it weren't for the presence of the three saints, the Styx Ancestor would probably have joined forces with the Wu Clan and left all the great powers present.

Finally appeared.

Hou Tuxin felt something, and suddenly stopped.

A young nine-tailed fox that has not yet been completely transformed, dangerous and dangerous, was accepted by Houtu to save his life, and his whole body still trembled.

I believe that even if countless years have passed, this scene will become the most terrible nightmare in the little fox's heart.

"What's going on?"

"What happened?"

Immediately afterward, the saints and many great powers were aware of the changes in heaven and earth.

At this time, the desolate land had been dyed red with blood, but at this moment, all the blood, along with the corpses of many fallen creatures, disappeared out of thin air.

Then, a blood-colored portal appeared in the void.

"Click!"

It was an invisible portal, but the sound of the door opening sounded.

"Greetings to the master."

Behind the door, it is neatly divided into two rows, different from the figure of the living beings in the world, and they are bowing and saluting.

Even the three saints of Yuanshi, Jieyin, and Zhun Ti, when their eyes fell on the bodies of these strange creatures, they all frowned slightly, which was incomprehensible.

Besides, who is the owner of these strange creatures?

"All the witches, follow me into the netherworld."

In this unprecedented silence, the ancestral witch Houtu suddenly spoke, giving a new order.

The saints and many great powers, it suddenly dawned on them that this blood-colored portal was the place leading to the netherworld.

But what they couldn't figure out was that as the ancestor of the Wu clan, what was Houtu like, and when did it intersect with the Netherworld?

Almost at the same time.

The figure of the white night once again appeared in the minds of the saint and the mighty.

If there is anyone else who can let Houtu have this opportunity, in addition to Daozu Hongjun, I am afraid that there is only Bai Ye, who has such a deep heritage.

Daozu Hongjun issued a decree against the Wu clan and forced the ancestor Wu Emperor Jiang to fall, which is obviously unlikely.

Bai Ye, who used to be the god son of the Wu clan, is obviously more likely to do this.

With the end of the Lich War, the decline of the Lich Clan and the Demon Clan has become obvious.

But he didn't want to, Bai Ye was able to find another way to find another place for the Wu clan to survive.

Hell!

What will it be like?

"Poof."

Far away, just under the persecution of the Kunpeng Ancestor, he sent out Hetu and Luoshu, and Di Jun, who was devoured, spurted blood and fainted.

Obviously, the Wu clan can have such a retreat, which makes Di Jun suffer a lot of blows.

You must know that once upon a time, the relationship between the demon clan and Bai Ye was quite good.

If this friendly relationship is maintained, even if the Lich War still ends like this, is it possible for the demon clan to enter the Netherworld?

"White Night!"

Kunpeng Ancestor, who got the good mood of Hetu and Luoshu, was also gone at this time.

Immediately, the Kunpeng Ancestor no longer hesitated and fled far away.

When he gave birth to the idea of spying into the netherworld, he really felt that when death came, where would he dare to die again.

Taking advantage of the fact that the demon clan did not come to the door, it is the best choice to refine Hetu and Luoshu first and strengthen their own strength.

The threat from the white night, coupled with the recent encounter, made the Kunpeng Ancestor change his mind and no longer take Hetu and Luo Shu to vote for the Nuwa Sage.

Outside of the Kunpeng Ancestor, many great powers do not have such a keen sense of touch.

After seeing that Houtu led the Wu clan and walked into the blood-colored portal safely, many followed.

Originally, the ghosts who were guarding the blood-colored portal to welcome the Houtu had already followed the pace of the Houtu and gone to the Netherworld region that had already descended.

There is no danger, and there is no obstruction, how can you not go to see the excitement, and the long insight is also excellent.

Shout!

Moment.

The figures of the three saints, Yuan Shi, Jieyin, and Zhun Ti, did not enter the blood-colored portal.

Even as saints, they are quite unfamiliar with the Netherworld Region, so they naturally want to do some exploration.

The three saints made this decision, and there were also some of them who were unwilling in their hearts, maybe they could grab a lot of benefits from it?

They don't feel that the Netherworld is a threat to the existence of saints.

"Fellow Daoist, it's been a long time."

Suddenly, the guide stopped, turned to look into the void, and greeted him with a smile.

Could it be that another saint has arrived?

Many powers, all of them widened their eyes, and just happened to see a familiar figure, with a warm smile like the wind, appearing.

White Nights!

"I've seen three saints."

Bai Ye was also polite, and successively greeted the lead, Zhun Ti, and Yuan Shi.

Immediately, without saying anything, he walked straight into the blood-colored portal, bypassed the three saints, and quickly disappeared.

The three saints, their eyes slightly staggered, did not hesitate anymore, and followed closely.

Bai Ye took the risk and appeared in the Netherworld, I'm afraid that he has more plans?

Shout!

The sea of blood was rolling, and the Styx Ancestor had already cast a blood escape and disappeared into the blood-colored portal.

Woohoo!

Originally, there were many others, and they hesitated, fearing that there would be a dangerous power in them, so they made up their minds to devote themselves to the Scarlet Portal as well.

In the end, even if they didn't choose to enter the Netherworld, they all retreated.

In the void, only Haotian and Yaochi remained, messy in the wind.

Haotian shrunk in his sleeve, holding the hand of the third volume of Dao Ancestor Hongjun's decree, he couldn't help but clench it, but he quickly let go.

In the depths of the eyes, there is an extra layer of foggy haze.

Beside him, although Yao Chi was still smiling, in his smile, there was a little more ridicule, and he didn't know who he was aiming for.