A thousand years ago, the demon clan attacked the human race, and a thousand years later, the witch clan attacked the demon race again. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Above the flood, the smoke of gunpowder has been permeating for too long, and I don't know if it can be stopped after this war. Years of war have made all living beings in the flood and wilderness cry bitterly, even though they have suffered in their hearts, they are helpless.

Buzhou Mountain, the Wu army.

"The whole army listens to the order, today we are waiting for the ancestors, and the soldiers of the whole army will live and die together! The demon clan will not die, and they will not retreat!"

"Kill!!"

With the roar of the Emperor River, all the Wu army slaughtered on Buzhou Mountain, shouting and killing, and the sound of weapons clashing resounded in the sky. I saw that the entire Buzhou Mountain, from bottom to top, was full of heavy soldiers and traps. With the advantage of geography, the morale of the demon clan is high, and the defense is orderly.

In all cases, they are scattered throughout the Buzhou Mountains, and their individual strength is weak.

The dense army of the Wu clan poured up, although it was repeatedly calculated, but the overall pressure was reduced by ten wills, and it could also be undefeated.

Since Pangu's true body and Zhou Tianxing's great array, the development of just one thousand years has had little effect on the two lich clans. So it seems to be a tall decisive battle, but in fact, the strength of both sides is very weak.

But despite this, smart people knew at a glance that the demon clan did not intend to fight with the witch clan, but used the entire demon clan to put up a defensive formation to block the footsteps of the witch clan.

There is only one possibility for Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi to act so recklessly about losses, that is, the Witch Killing Sword is about to take shape. Even in the minute of this, otherwise they wouldn't have done it. Thinking of this, Di Jun, Ju Mang, Gonggong and others were a little anxious and shouted for attack.

And himself, too, went up the mountain as fast as he could.

Not around the top of the mountain

Fu Xi, Kunpeng, Styx, the Ten Demon Saints and others sat cross-legged, their faces calm and did not seem to be panicked at all. Behind them was a large hall, where Emperor Jun Tai and the others were refining the Witch Sword.

Indeed, as the Eleventh Ancestor Wu thought, the Witch Killing Sword was about to take shape.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

One figure after another rushed over, counting exactly eleven, that is, Di Jiang and the others. Looking at Fuxi and them, and then at the palace in the distance and the faint burst of red light, I was angry in my heart. It seems that the witch sword has reached a critical moment, and no matter what, this fierce sword must be stopped.

"Kill!!"

A loud roar kicked off the war.

Fuxi, Kunpeng, Styx, and the Ten Demon Saints sacrificed their magic weapons for the first time, and blocked the door with their strong cultivation. Dijiang, Jumang, and Xuanming have taken action.

Compared with the powerful magic weapon, even the ancestral witch body did not dare to resist hard, but the ancestral witch who rushed up, Fu Xi and the others did not dare to fight with it. The vibrations continued, and the battle between such powerful and powerful people made it so that none of the armies of the two lich clans on the top of the mountain could get close, and no one dared to approach.

Kunpeng conjured out of his body, and as soon as he flew up, he was hit hard by the candle nine yin that fell from the sky.

The sound waves of Fu Xiqin echoed in the field, but as Kunpeng fell, the earth was shaken, and Ju Mang shot angrily.

Ji Meng, Yingzhao, Fei Dan, Fei Lian, Jiuying, Shang Yang, Bai Ze, Qin Yuan, Qi Tie, Ghost Che and other ten demon saints, the cultivation is relatively shallow, and they can only exchange their lives for time. Buzhou Mountain, which is straight into the sky, has ignited too many wars since the demon clan established the Heavenly Court.

In the face of the ultimate battle of the demon clan, everyone in the flood wilderness was excited, but no one participated in it.

Hongjun's warning is not a joke, even if it is Haotian, it cannot be openly disobeyed. The battle of everyone seems to be a long time, but since Gonggong, Zhu Rong, Qiang Liang and others killed four of the ten demon saints, in the face of the crushing of the number of the witch clan, the demon clan has been defeated.

"Dijun, how long are you going to shrink back?" Dijiang yelled.

"Haha, Turtle Grandson, come out and die!" "Big brother, let me meet him!" "Boom!!"

With the provocation of Di Jiang, Gonggong, Ju Mang and others, the palace gate of the main hall broke open in an instant, only to see a fiery red fierce sword flying. The eleven ancestral witches dodged one after another, but despite this, Candle Jiuyin's right chest was still penetrated.

Blood was dripping, and the ancestral witch's body was easily broken.

The Witch Sword flew around in the air, and flew back to Di Jun's hand with the blood of Candle Jiuyin, and beside him was the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who was holding the Chaos Clock with a mocking face.

"Are you alright?"

Di Jiang, Ju Mang, Xuan Ming and the others looked at him nervously, Candle Jiuyin gritted his teeth and shook his head, but his pale face proved that the injury was very serious. The eleventh ancestor witch had to look at Emperor Jun Taiyi cautiously, the power of the witch sword was like a fight, and I am afraid that today's battle will not be good.

Seeing that they looked like they were facing a great enemy, Di Jun was proud in his heart.

"Di Jiang, I will make you regret not going to Zhou Mountain!" As he spoke, Di Jun rushed forward with the Witch Killing Sword, and at the same time, Donghuang Taiyi, Fu Xi, Kunpeng, Styx and others shot one after another.

"Chaos Bell!" "Fu Xiqin!" "Ah Bi, Yuan Tu Two Swords!"

The big melee unfolded, and although the magic weapon flew wildly, the eleven ancestral witches were also used to it, but the edge of the witch-killing sword was a direct threat to life. Di Jiang and Ju Mang cultivated the deepest to deal with Di Jun, the figure flickered, and there were sword lights and afterimages everywhere, but the blood stains on the ground showed that the situation was not optimistic.

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and the bloody evil qi contained in it is stimulated.

An afterimage swept by, and Ju Mang smashed Di Jun's back with a punch, but he saw him suddenly squatting down, turned around and slashed at Ju Mang's legs, "Poof!"

With a scream, Ju Mang's legs were cut off and he lay on the ground in pain, and the other ancestors were shocked.

"Second brother!" "Second brother!" "Second brother!"

They all wanted to rush over, but they were blocked by Fu Xi, Kunpeng and the Ten Demon Saints, although the overall strength of the Eleven Ancestral Witches was stronger, they couldn't win in the short term. I have to say that the demon clan used such a big price in exchange for the demon killing sword, but it was full of power, and Di Jiang's eyes were red and he obviously hated to the extreme.

However, Di Jun laughed, holding the sword of witch killing like a god of war.

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In the underworld

Seeing all this, Houtu was anxious, and as soon as she made up her mind to go out, she saw spatial fluctuations, and Haotian blocked in front of her. Seeing this guy's leisurely appearance, Houtu was furious and angrily scolded: "Get out of the way!"

Seeing that he didn't move, Houtu was even more angry, and just wanted to go out, so he listened to what he said.

"If you don't want them dead, it's best not to get involved in the Lich War!"

Houtu stopped, stomped his foot fiercely, looked at him and said, "What do you mean? You have a way to save my eldest brother? Then why don't you make a move?" Looking at Houtu with an anxious face, Haotian didn't sell it, and whispered a word to her ear.

As a result, Houtu's eyes widened in disbelief.