In the midst of the flood, after the great war of the three tribes of humans, demons and witches, it was not broken, catastrophes fell from the sky, disasters continued, the flood was reshuffled, and the forces were redivided.

The flood famine temporarily fell into an eerie calm, and a thousand years, like a white cloud and a dog, were fleeting.

In this peaceful millennium, the desolate land cannot afford to kill, and the fighting is not prosperous, after all, after the great war of the three clans, the three clans are all defeated, and they all need time to recuperate and recover their combat strength.

The other ethnic groups have also suffered a lot of losses due to disasters from the sky, and they need to bury their heads in development, and everything is calm, but it is unusual, as if something big is about to happen.

On this day, in the primeval starry sky, above the heavenly court, suddenly the evil qi soared, the murderous aura surged, and the fierce aura surged.

Everything is so extraordinary.

All beings in the desolation know that it represents the Demon Clan's Emperor Jun, who has been refined into a sword that is enough to shake the body of the ancestor witch.

The weapon of murder, the sword of witch slayer!

When the sword is formed, the killing machine is surging, but in an instant, it is restrained, just waiting for the sword to be unsheathed and slaughter the ancestral witch to prove its name!

In the same year, in the Pangu Palace, there was a shocking aura, twelve fierce things rose to the sky, turning into twelve huge fierce flags, each side of the banner has the shape of an ancestral witch's legal appearance, full of evil spirit, so that people can know that it is a murderous thing at a glance.

The great thing, the demon flag!

After the Great War, the two Lich Clans naturally did not slaughter the Terrans anymore, but they thought of other ways to refine the Witch Slayer Sword and the Demon Slaying Banner.

For example, the witch slaying sword of the demon clan, half of the previous living sacrifice of the human race had been completed, and then they saw the power of weak water, and added some weak water to it, as well as precious divine materials such as the essence of the sun and the essence of the stars, and finally refined this fierce sword after thousands of years of refining.

Of course, the soul of the human race still accounts for a large part of it. Although they can no longer kill the human race, after this catastrophe, there are many resentful souls in the flood and desolation, but it takes a little more time, and they still collect enough resentful souls to refine this sword.

As for the Demon Killing Banner of the Wu Clan, it is even simpler. The human race slaughtered before, they have already refined twelve semi-finished products, and then they used these twelve semi-finished products to arrange the twelve heavenly gods and evil arrays, which are used to collect the endless murderous and evil qi between heaven and earth, as long as there is enough evil qi, these twelve demon killing flags can still be formed.

No, after thousands of years of absorption, the Twelve Roads Yang Fan has finally taken shape.

The land of the human race, the highest peak of Shouyang Mountain, the Xuantian Hall of the Martial Palace.

Xuantian glanced up at Heavenly Court, and then glanced at Pangu Hall again, his eyes were better than a trace of coldness, and his whole body was murderous. He said coldly:

"My Terran things are not so easy to use, and sooner or later the ancestor will want you to return them. Hmph!"

After speaking, he glanced at the nine-fold martial arts pagoda on the top of the mountain, which seemed to stand for eternity, after the blood sacrifices of countless demon clans and demon kings over the years, plus the sacrifice of an ancestral witch, it was already powerful now, and it was not weaker than the thirty-three-story Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda.

Attack and defense are integrated, absolute gods block and kill gods, Buddha blocks and kills Buddhas, and can suppress the gods. Coupled with the blood sacrifices of hundreds of demon kings and demon gods, as well as the living sacrifices of ancestral witches, this pagoda definitely has a natural restraint for the witch and demon clans.

"Looking forward to the next big war, don't let me down. Xuantian muttered in a low voice.

"After the next time, the human race will definitely rise and dominate the heavens and the earth!"

......

The flood is as silent as in the past, but under this calm is a torrent of undercurrents, and the three clans of people, witches, and demons are secretly preparing to recuperate, expand their power, increase their strength, and look forward to the big war ahead.

Wu Houtu tribe, ancestral witch hall.

"Xuan Houyi came to see me!"

A gentle female voice came out.

In the main hall, Hou Tu's brows were furrowed, his expression was quite haggard, and his eyes were full of melancholy, as if he was in an extremely bad mood.

"Yes, Master Zuwu. ”

Outside, a witch shouted, and then ran quickly into the distance.

After a while, Hou Yi came to the Ancestral Witch Palace.

"Hou Yi has seen the Houtu Ancestral Witch, I don't know what the Ancestral Witch commands?"

Hou Yi is burly, with a somewhat handsome complexion, an animal skin around his waist, and a big bow behind his back, looking like a young man. He walked into the main hall, got down on one knee, and shouted.

"Arise, didn't I tell you, don't be polite. ”

Houtu came back to his senses, glanced at Hou Yi, and a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, Hou Yi is the top witch in her Houtu tribe, the strongest witch clan besides her, comparable to Xingtian, Xiangliu, etc., however, in the last war, Xiangliu Dawu was dead, only Xingtian was still alive.

After recovering his majesty on the soil, he said lightly:

"I want to go out, during this time, the big and small events in the tribe will be temporarily handed over to you to take care of, remember to urge them to cultivate, after all, there are many enemies of my Wu clan. ”

"Yes, Master Zuwu. Hou Yi responded respectfully.

"Well, there you go!"

"Yes!"

After replying, Hou Yi withdrew from the Ancestral Witch Palace, ready to urge everyone to cultivate, after all, the Ancestral Witch's order could not be disobeyed. At the same time, he also wanted to go back to see Chang'e, since the last time the two clans broke up and fought each other, Hou Yi took Chang'e back to the Wu clan.

It is also strange to say that although Chang'e has a lack of memory and can't recall things from the past, she has made rapid progress in cultivating the martial arts of the human race since then, and her appearance does not look old at all, and she is still like a goddess in her twenties.

"Hey!"

With a long sigh, since the war between the human race and the Wu clan, Zhu Rong Zuwu and Gonggong were killed by the human race Xuantian, and the corpse ancestor witch was suppressed by the Wuzu Xuantian (she didn't know that the ancestor witch had been sacrificed to the Xuantian Tower at this time), Houtu's mood has been bad, depressed, and worried about the future of the Wu clan.

The human race rose rapidly, killing countless demon clans and witch clans, and the strong ones in the clan doubled, and among the witch clans, the number itself was very small, the ancestral witches even fell three, and the big witches, middle witches, and small witches were killed and injured countless times, and now the number is even less. How to deal with the upcoming war of the three clans, and then the enemies of the witch clan will not only be the demon race, but also face the countless powerhouses of the human race. When she thought of this, she was so worried that she didn't know what to do.

With a lot of thoughts, Houtu left the tribe alone and set foot on the desolate land.

Walking and stopping, she saw countless resentful ghosts under the catastrophe, including human races, demon races, and other races. Thinking that it was precisely because of the resentment of the human race that the Wu clan would slaughter the human race, and then there was the fall of the ancestral witch, she was heartbroken for a while.

"This peaceful land will soon be rekindled with war, and when the time comes, I wonder how many more lives will be lost in the flames of war?"

The blood stains the vast earth, and it is sad!

"What about the countless resentful spirits, unjust ghosts, and terrible ghosts left behind after these falls? Can they just be allowed to dissipate in this desolation and turn into powerful ghosts after a few years to endanger the common people?" Hou Tu frowned and thought secretly.

"Is there no place for these dead in this heaven and earth?"

At this moment, it seemed that there was a spiritual light flowing through Houtu's heart, as fast as lightning, making people unable to grasp the traces.

"What is it?"