In the desolate world, the stars are dim, the sun and the moon are eclipsed, the wind and clouds are reversed, and the universe is reversed. Between heaven and earth, the evil atmosphere is pervasive, the sky is so calm that people are frightened, and a strong sense of depression is rushing to the face, making people feel suffocated.

In the midst of the desolation, there are many famous mountains and blessed lands, and many powerful people only feel their eyelids beating wildly, and there is a strong crisis in their hearts, which makes people feel the breath of the sea of corpses and blood.

On this day, the flood was destined to be unpeaceful.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the desolate world shook!

A strong depression and heaviness came from the depths of the primeval starry sky, filling the desolate land. All the creatures in the flood and wilderness suddenly felt that a great disaster seemed to be coming in the dark, and they couldn't help but be shocked.

"What's going on? It feels like a catastrophe is coming?" exclaimed a Da Luo Jin Immortal Sanxiu who was in retreat in the cave.

"Oh no, what the hell happened? How could it make Poor Dao's heart jump so much?" A Taoist man's face changed wildly, and he said in fear, "It's better for me to leave here, and come back in a while, I really don't know what happened?"

This person is also a master of loose cultivation, and if he can survive in the flood wilderness, he is naturally not a simple person, he acts decisively, and once he feels bad, he will leave the cave immediately.

Something like this happened everywhere in the wilderness.

And some of the great supernatural powers even close the mountain gate to avoid provoking cause and effect.

"Emperor Jun, Taiyi Xiaoer, how can you wait for you, how can An dare to speak to be in charge of the desolate world?" Dijiang Ancestor Wu looked at the sky and shouted loudly, "If you want to establish a heavenly court, you still need to ask me if the Wu clan agrees." ”

"Hehe, then I'll let you wait and see how my demon clan rules the desolate world. Di Jun's domineering voice resounded, echoing in all directions, the rhyme flowed, and the entire desolate world trembled.

"Sons and daughters of the Wu clan, let them see how powerful my Wu clan is, fight!" Dijiang Ancestor Wu suddenly roared and swung his fist towards the Demon Emperor Di Jun.

After that, the twelve ancestors and witches set off together and led the members of the witch clan to kill the demon clan. At the same time, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi led the ten demon gods of the demon clan to meet the twelve ancestors.

A big war broke out, inevitable. For a while, the sound of the battle was deafening, the sky was crying blood, dark clouds were thick, and the scales and remnants of armor were flying all over the sky.

Fight, fight, fight!

The starry sky collapsed, the void shattered, the murderous aura was overwhelming, and the roar was deafening.

In the midst of the flood, the beacon smoke is thick, the sword aura is rushing to the night, and the blood-stained rivers and mountains.

The piano and drums sounded, the iron sang, and the cold light shimmered on the starry sky.

White hair is stained with blood, thousands of bones, blood and tears, and the world is red.

The beginning of blood and bones, a bleak picture of a life.

The mortal feud between the two lich clans, the first fateful duel, begins.

Countless quasi-saint powers watched the battle in the sky, extremely miserable. The two sides have already killed each other, and the weakest of them is also a master comparable to the Heavenly Immortals and the Xuan Immortal Realm. The two tribes continued to fight, and the entire flood and famine became a battlefield for the two tribes. The fight was fierce, the corpses were mountains and blood seas, and the ferocity of the witch clan shocked the demons.

The Wicans are the most warlike race, they feed on war, and the more they fight, the more excited they become. With the blood of the enemy sprinkled on his body, the bones of the enemy under his feet, and the wreckage of the enemy in his hands, the battle scene is extremely poignant.

Dijiang Zuwu to the Demon Emperor Di Jun, both of them are the heads of a clan, and they are the emperors of a clan, and the emperors of a clan, from the fact that both are the emperor's surnames, it can be seen that the ambition between the two.

The Demon Emperor Emperor Jun is holding the sword of the golden king, the sword light carries the majesty of the emperor, sword after sword, it is so vast and brilliant, Hetu Luo Shu laid down the Heluo array, and the starlight in it flowed. Dijiang shows the appearance of the ancestral witch, like a yellow sac, red like a fire, six legs and four wings, Hun Dun has no face. He waved his four wings and killed Di Jun, punch after punch, all violence, the blessing of the law of space, Di Jun relied on the Heluo Great Array to barely stalemate with Di Jiang.

The Eastern Emperor Taiyi paired the Ancestor Witch Candle Jiuyin and the Ancestor Witch Zhu Rong of the Fire on the time, and the two joined forces to kill the Eastern Emperor Taiyi. The Eastern Emperor Taiyi has a Chaos Bell on his head and a fierce sword in his hand. He wielded the top-level Innate Spirit Treasure Chaos Yuan Sword, the Innate Supreme Treasure Chaos Bell on his head, the bells rang out, resisting time and space, the sword light was cold, the evil aura was terrifying, and with endless ferocity, he slashed towards the two great ancestors.

But the two ancestral witches were not afraid, for the ancestral witches, their bodies were the best weapons. The two of them waved their fists, holding their staffs, and the law of time and the law of fire were intertwined, and they fought with Taiyi.

The ancestor of water and the ancestor of wind are against the demon master Kunpeng, the combination of water and wind, and the Kunpeng who is also proficient in the laws of the wind system and the law of devouring, the three of them fight endlessly, no one will let anyone, the fight between life and death, the interweaving of water and wind, and the blood and rain are flying.

Not Zhou Mountain, Xihuang Fuxi rushed out from Buzhou Mountain, against the ancestor of the rain Wu Xuanming and the ancestor of the earth Wu Houtu. Heaven and earth are raining, and in the rain realm, there is a strong power of death, the heavy rain is pouring, and the place where it falls, the grass and trees are withered, everything is not prosperous, and there is no grass in a radius of dozens of miles. Whoever stains dies, the rain is merciless.

Although Houtu is the smallest one, she is proficient in the laws of the earth system, as long as she steps on the earth, she will be blessed with a steady stream of power, and with the help of the power of the earth, her strength is the greatest. In the same way, the power of the earth is also the most powerful force for defense. She appeared as the ancestor witch of the law, punch after punch, the space shook, and the ancestor of the rain, the witch Xuanming, united with the ancestor of the rain, and the two pressed Fu Xi to fight.

And the remaining few ancestral witches were all played with by the sun and the moon with the law of yin and yang in one hand, and the ontological innate yin and yang diagram unfolded under the feet, no matter how those ancestors attacked, they were all blocked by the sun and the moon, and if the ancestors couldn't dodge the blow of the sun and the moon, it would be seriously injured, after all, the distance between the sub-saint and the quasi-saint was still a little big, if there was no strong spiritual treasure and the great array of quasi-saints, it would be a matter of time before the sub-saint was defeated, not all of them and Emperor Jun Taiyi generally had the top innate spiritual treasure river Tuluo book, and the Heluo Great Array could also be laid down, as well as the innate treasure chaos bell protection。

In the battle between the two races, the blood of the lich gathers into a river, penetrates into the earth, merges into the desolate land, and then merges into the netherworld of blood. This made the people of the Styx River secretly happy.

The strength of the two races is evenly matched, in addition to the fight between the quasi-saints, the fights between other realms are also extremely tragic, the major demon saints turned into a behemoth body, unfolded their natal powers, with a strong murderous aura, with a heart of revenge, for a while, the sound of war in the desolation continued, and the light of magic was monstrous. The void shook, and the space shattered.

But the strange thing is that Nuwa did not appear in the battlefield, but chose to watch, looking at the demon clan master who was wantonly killed in front of her, although Nuwa felt uncomfortable and wanted to save her, but thinking of her brother Fuxi's words before, she still held back.

In this kind of fierce battle, it is difficult to decide the winner for a while, which makes the quasi-saint powerhouses in the flood wilderness feel their eyelids jump when they look at it. But they all chose to watch one after another, the battle between the two clans, who wins and who loses is not good for them, it is best if the two clans lose at the same time, that is good.

The scope of the battle is constantly expanding, and the number of dead and wounded members of the Wics and demons is increasing over time. Who knows when this battle will last?

The interweaving of blood and tears depicts the desolation of a lifetime.

The accumulation of corpses and bones tells the fate of the two races.