The sun rises and sets, the tide rises and falls, the white horse passes through the gap, and the decades pass in the wind and dust, which is only a moment for the desolate world, and for those who know that the catastrophe is coming, these decades are as long as a few yuan.

With a click, thirty-three days away, the purple talisman in the long river of fate collapsed instantly, and the two lich clans trapped in the forbidden ban of the Dao Ancestor all felt a lightning bolt in the depths of the true spirit, and the coercion that haunted the heart finally dissipated, like dust being removed, and the heart was clear for a while, and the pores all over the body were dilated, and the indescribable Shu Tai.

Di Jun and Tai laughed together, and finally turned into a crazy roar, and the incomparable hatred dyed the Sun Palace, where the sun shines forever, like ice and snow, and the cold air is to the bone.

The vitality of the Wu clan, which had already been restrained in the Twelve Ancestral Witch Palace, began to skyrocket, rising to the sky, straight up, like billowing wolf smoke, through the Ancestral Witch Palace, shattering the dark clouds that shrouded the Ancestral Witch Hall all year round, stirring up the aura, and suddenly the aura violently moved, and there was a burst of sound and explosion. Screaming, roaring, chirping, shrill ears, children's crying are all kinds of panic.

The two clans of the lich involuntarily opened up, and the aura of the Dao was like beacon smoke, rushing out from all over the flood wilderness, echoing the momentum of the ancestral witch hall and the heavenly court that was open at this time.

The belly of the fish in the sky turned over, the dawn appeared, and then the red sun rose, shining on the universe and the infinite world, but this light carrying hope became a harbinger of death. In the Sun Palace, Di Jun looked at the Wu clan cloud below, his eyes were full of monstrous hatred, the pain of losing his son surged into his heart, and it was not smoothed out with time, but became more and more intense, like a raging fire, mellow liquor, more and more bursting.

I saw a treasure flag in his hand manifest, the banner pole was like a beam, the banner was gray, and there were black and white qi flashing in it, and there were countless turquoise tadpole words flowing in the black and white qi. It is an ancient demon text, this is Nuwa Niangniang's body spirit treasure, recruiting demon flags, born to contain true spiritual methods, condense the luck of the demon clan, now the Lich War, Niangniang as a saint can not interfere, Di Jun is the emperor of the demon clan, Niang Niang has to hand over this thing to Di Jun, hoping to help the demon clan, in the wilderness, but all the ancient demons to whom the Heavenly Court Demon Sect belongs, have left the mark of the natal primordial god in the flag, even the Kunpeng Demon Master is no exception. Di Jun stepped forward and shook the flag, shook it three times, only to see a black light flash in the flag, and then disappear again.

Suddenly, there was a burst of demonic energy in the desolate land, and countless ancient demons belonging to the Heavenly Court, the Desolate Demon King felt a sense in their hearts, and flew towards the Heavenly Court one after another. For a time, in the midst of the desolation, the chaos was like hemp, the demon wind was miserable, the demon clouds were vertical and horizontal, and the demon clans of all strange shapes gathered in the heavenly court with the demon clouds.

The demon master Kunpeng in the northern ocean also felt a sense of tearing among the primordial gods, although he couldn't suppress it with all his mana, he had to turn into a huge Peng bird and fly towards the heavenly court. Kunpeng's face was gloomy, his eyes showed a fierce light, looking at the Wu clan's great luck, but his eyes were wandering, implying calculation.

For a time, in the midst of the flood, the demonic spirit was overwhelming, and the evil spirit of the flood was boiling, which was visible to the naked eye, but it was a sign of a catastrophe.

How could the Wu clan not know such a big movement of the demon clan? A group of ancestral witches came out of their tribes one after another, gathered in the Pangu Palace, and in the deafening roar, countless witch clans poured out, forming a torrent under the leadership of the ancestral witches, and came straight to Buzhou Mountain.

The sky kills the machine, the stars move, the earth kills the machine, the dragon and the snake rise to land, the people send the killing machine, and the heaven and the earth repeat.

The two lich clans killed together, and it was really dark. On the earth, countless great witches responded to the orders of the ancestral witches and went all out to cut down the sky, vowing to destroy the demon clan. Countless demon clans in this desolation have all suffered calamities. When the big witch came out, it was a river of blood, whether it was a 10,000-year-old demon or a little demon who had just cultivated a demon body, all of them were wiped out, the original god was erased, and the demon pill was also captured. Under such a killing, no demon can escape.

Fortunately, there was Emperor Jun who recruited demons before, and countless demon clans were all gathered in the heavenly court, otherwise the demon clan would be greatly injured.

At this time, in the heavenly court, Emperor Jun ordered the ten demon gods to lead the troops to attack, and at the top of Buzhou Mountain, countless demon soldiers and demon generals were arranged to guard the South Heavenly Gate. Resist the Wics army. Buzhou Mountain is a pillar of heaven, the heroic posture of the ancestral veins of the wilderness. The mountains are undulating, and the mountains are arched. This mountain stands proudly, towering like a cloud, connecting the heavenly palace.

Together, in the midst of the desolation, evil energy permeates the universe and fills the universe. Black clouds floated in all corners of the wilderness. For a time, in the desolation, except for some dojos of great supernatural powers, there were living beings everywhere who were constantly killed by the influence of evil energy, and there was no quiet and peaceful place.

In the abbot's fairyland, the Taoist of no return manifested his incarnation, sitting on the cloud bed, looking at the desolate land, the rising wolf smoke, his eyes were full of sighs, the tragic scene of the early tribulation of the Dragon and Han Dynasty in the past is still vivid, and now hundreds of millions of years have passed, the catastrophe has risen again, the flood has suffered misfortune, the poor lich two clans, how high-spirited in the past, ruling the heaven and the earth, after all, it is too heavy to do evil, karma and effect are entangled, the catastrophe is together, hundreds of millions of years of cultivation is finally a handle, after today, the lich is not famous, but it is not far behind.

In the Xihuang Palace of Fengqi Mountain, the Great Sage of Fuxi looked at the clouds and qi shaking in the sky, and then looked at the peaceful scene around the Wa Palace, but he sighed lightly, picked up the colorful treasure qin, and walked towards Buzhou Mountain, where the lich was fighting.

In the Wa Palace, Nuwa Niangniang has a sad face, the saint is in harmony with heaven and earth, heaven and earth suddenly react, on Fengqi Mountain, dark clouds are pressing, and the spirit beasts are all feeling, all with sad faces.

On Kunlun Mountain, Lao Tzu sighed and said nothing more; Yuan Shi Tianzun was expressionless and sneered; Tongtian Sect Master held his sword and roared, full of spirit; the three qi luck combined, straight into the sky, waving in the wind, hundreds of millions of golden lotus blooming like a tide, undulating and extinguishing, shining in the void in all directions, protecting the entire East Kunlun, without any gaps.

In the western polar region, in the Sumeru Mountains, the Taoist is bitter and silently recites the scriptures; the quasi-Tidao gently shakes the treasure tree, the golden flowers are scattered, the Elysium is bright, the relics are hanging in the air, or golden, or milky, or colorful, or pink, the rainbow crosses the sky, countless Bodhi treasure trees, the flowers bloom and fall, and the fruits of the relics are shining!

At the foot of the mountain, the lich gathered, the two sides rubbed their hands, gathered the people, and waited for the day, the flood was rumored for a while, the atmosphere became tense, and countless birds and beasts fled, away from the place where the murderous aura was rising.