The demon clan retreated to Xingluo Island, and the demon soldiers who were scattered also returned to Xingluo Island one after another.

Demon Shuai Ji Meng was full of helplessness, his 100 million clansmen had been killed and injured over the years, and he thought that following the Demon Emperor could bring his clan a chance to soar, but he didn't expect that now he would fall into the abyss of despair.

Six of the ten demon handsomes died, and now the four of them are no better.

The clansmen have suffered countless casualties, and there is no possibility of breaking away from the demon clan.

The demon banner is in the hands of the Demon Emperor, and his own clan can only sell his life to the Demon Emperor.

This time, Penglai Immortal Island was broken by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and Ji Meng's heart was completely desperate.

The Demon Emperor Jun was unable to preach for a long time, and the Wu clan was frequently persecuted, beating the demon clan again and again.

Looking at those dead companions, friends who had grown up together in the past, they fell on the battlefield one by one.

While Ji Meng was grief and anger, he was also filled with deep self-remorse.

At the beginning, he was the one who overrode public opinion and strongly asked to join the demon clan forces, in order to allow the clan to go further and become a real big group.

But now it seems that he was wrong, and he was very wrong.

Ji Meng Demon Shuai wanted to leave at this time, but a wisp of true spirit was in the demon flag, and he and his clansmen could not abandon the Demon Emperor and escape.

However, emotion and sadness often do not help, and only by facing the bloody reality is the most correct choice.

After resting on the desert island, looking at the exhausted clansmen beside him, Ji Meng stood up again.

"Let's go, go back to Xingluo Island!"

Now that Luanwa Niangniang has been sanctified, this is the only hope for the demon clan.

As long as you can survive until His Majesty the Demon Emperor preaches, the demon clan may not have a chance to rise!

Ji Meng continued to cheer himself up, and he took the remnants of the army towards Xingluo Island.

The Quartet returned to Xingluo Island one after another, and the Wu Clan had no intention of continuing the expedition.

Xingluo Island is far away in the North Stygian Sea, where it is remote, it can be said to be the Arctic land, extremely cold, and there is no great value.

Besides, Xingluo Island has limited places, so it can't become a climate at all.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, the Twelve Ancestors and Witches retreated and practiced again.

Since Luanwa Niangniang's sanctification, the Twelve Ancestral Witches have been under a lot of pressure, and they have to work hard to cultivate so that they have enough strength to keep up with Luanwa Niangniang's footsteps.

Their Twelve Ancestral Witches are the pillars of the entire Wu Clan, and if they collapse, the entire huge Wu Clan will collapse in an instant.

Even Chi You, he can't carry this banner.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches have always been the core of the Wu clan.

In the Pangu Temple, the Twelve Ancestors sat together, and they were connected to each other, and they comprehended the power of the law together.

On the other side, Jiufeng, Kuafu, and Xiangliu, the three of them were also communicating seriously.

Xingtian is healing, and he has basically recovered.

Jiufeng looked at Xingtian's body, she was also full of curiosity about Xingtian.

On the same day, when they returned from Penglai Immortal Island, they all heard about Xingtian.

At the beginning, Xingtian's body was shattered, but now Xingtian is intact.

The physical body is the foundation of the Wu clan, and it can be said that it is everything in the Wu clan, if the physical body is broken, it is equivalent to saying that the Wu will be destroyed.

Even Jiufeng, she thinks so.

But now it seems that Xingtian's body is like steel poured into iron, and not only did he not die, but became stronger.

Streams of sky-high battle intent circulated in Xingtian's body, and he was immersed in his own world, not knowing who he was fighting again.

"Brother Xingtian Xiang is highly motivated, and he will never persuade to lose. Perhaps, it was this indomitable will that kept him alive!"

Kuafu Dawu looked at Xing Tian, the star and moon patterns in the center of his eyebrows were shining, Kuafu was a great witch who was most like the Pangu God, and he and Xingtian had some unknown secrets.

It's just that in the previous fate, Kuafu died before he could grow up, so his miracle was not shown at all.

And Kua's father died and turned into a peach forest, which is very similar to Pangu's body and turned into everything.

Now Xingtian is seriously injured and does not die, and his body can recover quickly, this situation has directly attracted the attention of all the high-level Wu clan.

Just as Father Kua was looking at Xingtian, the Great Witch of Xingtian suddenly erupted.

Xingtian's body soared with momentum, and the sound of the golden iron horse, the sound of knives and axes, made all the Wu clans who heard this sound boil for a while.

At the foot of the entire Buzhou Mountain, this sound of killing covered all the Wu clans.

"Witch! witch!"

The Wu tribe was completely boiling, all the Wu were roaring, their will to fight was stimulated, and then they joined together at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

That battle intent actually faintly formed the figure of a giant!

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were shocked, and when they looked up, the giant was the hazy appearance of the Pangu Great God!

"Witch! witch!"

The warriors of the Wu clan kept roaring, and they felt the change in themselves, and every time they roared, all the Wu clan's momentum would be three points stronger.

Their aura was connected to the Great Witch Punishment Heaven, achieving a magical connection.

With each shout, the strength of each Wu clan is rapidly improving.

This is the overall ascension of the entire race, not a single witch breaking through!

The situation is so shocking that every warrior is hysterically shouting, roaring, and lifting!

"That is, the shadow of the Father!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were shocked, and so were all the Great Witches.

All the witches looked into the air, and they saw the shadow that had passed through the cosmic desolation and descended under the Buzhou Mountain.

Pangu Father!

"Witch! witch!"

However, the Great Witch of Xingtian was unaware of it at this time, and the deafening roar did not affect him in the slightest.

When all the warriors of the Wu Clan pushed their momentum to the extreme, the aura on the body of the Great Witch of Xingtian finally rose to its peak.

"Boom!"

The dazzling golden light formed a huge pillar of light, which rushed directly into the Nine Heavens, shining between the entire heaven and earth.

The phantom of the Pangu God gradually faded, and only the pillar of light shone on the heavens.

This kind of vision is not only seen by the Wu clan, but also in the entire flood wilderness, the Kunlun Mountain Sanqing, the Western Zhun Ti Connection, and the Northern Hades Demon Clan, they all see it clearly.

But no one knows what happened to the Wu Clan, and how there can be such a huge movement.

"That golden pillar of light is radiant and auspicious, and it must not be a bad thing for the Wu Clan. ”

Taiqing Laozi glanced at it, and he immediately had an inference.

"The luck of the Wu clan is like the sky, even if Luanwa Niangniang is sanctified, they can't suppress them, and now that the vision has appeared again, the future of the Wu clan can no longer be contained!"

Tongtian also looked at the foot of Buzhou Mountain with a look of surprise.

And at this time, in the Buzhou Mountain, in the Pangu Temple, the Great Witch of Xingtian broke through!

The fourteenth quasi-saint level witch!