Hmm, seeing that there are three benevolent brothers who left a click on how much money, I also compassionately told these three benevolent brothers two words: Guess~

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It is said: When the gods fight, it depends on the boss.

This sentence is quite incisive, after all, a quasi-saint-level powerhouse, if he is given enough time, he can slaughter millions of monks.

The Jiuli army is like this, after Chiyou was defeated and captured, the dragons were leaderless and in chaos.

In the final analysis, the Jiuli army is just an acquired witch, and the coalition army is a patchwork of various tribes. The good and the bad are uneven, and military discipline is limited. And the real ancient witch clan, which is all made of Pangu's scattered essence blood, is a natural warrior, and only such a witch warrior is truly worthy of the four words standing up to the sky. In the Lich Tribulation, the Twelve Ancestral Witches died in battle, and the remaining Wu clans, under the leadership of the Great Witch, turned their grief and anger into strength and continued to fight with endless demon warriors, which can be seen.

But at this moment, Xingtian and Jiufeng felt powerless.

The battlefield was chaotic, and the Xuanyuan army and the Jiuli coalition army were mixed across the plain.

Originally, it was evenly matched, but when the Jiuli Witch people scattered among the tens of millions of coalition troops lost their fighting spirit, the whole situation was different.

After the defeat of Xuanyuan in Chiyou, he decisively ordered the collection of the rebels, the morale of countless Xuanyuan soldiers was high, the coercion that had been shrouding them disappeared, and they also gave full play to their advantages with their super military quality, almost every second, a large number of Jiuli coalition troops were killed, or surrendered.

The four Xuannu beside Xuanyuan kept using magic and immortal techniques to heal and bless the Xuanyuan soldiers.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The Xuanyuan warriors, who were finally able to vent, were like wolves in the flock, revealing their ferocious side.

Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, who took the lead, had a sword stained with blood, and his body and face were also covered with blood that he didn't know if it was the enemy or himself, but the majestic figure was not hideous, but more of a kind of momentum that dominated the world.

I don't know who started first, from the first soldier of the Jiuli Alliance Army to lay down his arms, kneel on the ground and shout: "Surrender", groups of rebels fell to their knees in unison.

The Xuanyuan warriors also implemented the discipline of not killing those who surrendered.

A group of soldiers was also specially assigned to manage the surrendered Jiuli warriors to prevent them from mixing with the witches and causing chaos.

Just a few hours later.

The noisy battlefield finally quieted down, Xingtian Jiufeng knew that the general trend had gone, and returned to the Jiuli tribe with the remaining witches very early, leaving most of the Terran tribal warriors who were attached to Jiuli, these people already had a certain awe of the Human Emperor Xuanyuan, and it didn't take much effort to collect them.

Guang Chengzi and other people in the Xianmen are helping to treat the injured warriors of the human race, but there are already many more leisurely and indifferent between the eyebrows.

After all, the battle is decided!

At this moment, the Xuanyuan Emperor pestle was holding his sword, standing quietly on a small high ground, and the dark ground under his feet was already sprinkled with red, solidifying with the gusts of yin wind. Broken military flags were scattered across the plain, and Xuanyuan looked at the soldiers who were busy collecting the corpses of their comrades and collecting the spoils of war, although they were exhausted, and some even lost relatives and friends, they still talked heartily.

"If I fail, at this moment, hundreds of millions of my clansmen have already been slaughtered by the Jiuli Witches!"

"It's a pity, Chi You, you are not the Emperor of Heaven after all, the real destiny of Heaven belongs to me!" Xuanyuan Tiger's eyes flashed with Dao essence, this battle, my merit of killing the Human Emperor is complete, somehow, a thought of finding himself gradually surged in his heart, and at that moment, it seemed that he was about to preach the Tao.

But he said that the Ziwei Emperor sealed Chi You, and turned into a streamer.

The Ziwei Emperor's throne achieved by inheriting the power of Zhou Tianxingchen brought him not only a huge star mana, nor the power of the Heavenly Emperor's eternal and immortal rank, but allowed Ziwei's clone to understand the secrets of Zhou Tianxingchen at all times and explore the true meaning of the Great Dao.

At the moment it's not so much about flying as about teleportation.

That's right!

Zhang Zilong's crape myrtle clone, as long as it is under the starlight, no matter anywhere, it can be instantaneous.

His three doppelgangers, each comprehending different avenues, converged on Zhang Zilong's deity, but in fact, they had the same end. Emperor Ziwei comprehended the secret of Zhou Tian Xingchen, and his mana was majestic, almost endless. Ye Du sits in the underworld, gathers infinite karma to cultivate the ghost body, and perceives the karma in the cycle of life and death. Lu Juan is much simpler, just gathering merit for Zhang Zilong, hundreds of millions of years of iron-faced selflessness, judging people good and evil, and determining people to reincarnate.

After all, the Ziwei Emperor had the duty of guarding the outer heavens.

fell into the Xuanyuan camp, handed over the sealed unconscious Chiyou to the guards, and returned to the Outer Heaven Ziwei Star Palace.

Now.

Zhang Zilong, who was more seriously injured than Dou Tai back then, barely flew to Yuexing, only to see a snow-white figure flying anxiously towards him, and fainted.

When he awoke again, he found himself in a beautiful, fragrant boudoir.

"Khan, this is Sister Chang'e's boudoir."

Feeling that the injuries on his body were still heavy, Zhang Zilong quickly put away his charming thoughts and reluctantly sat cross-legged.

At this moment, the meridians in his body were in a mess, and the Xuan Gong was running quite hard, and it was accompanied by a piercing pain.

"Hey! The meridians of the whole body are almost occluded, especially in the chest, and even the immortal qi can't be absorbed!"

"Hmm, it's not good! The root of the Yuan Shen has also been damaged! The soul is shaking, no wonder I faint!" "It turns out that Chiyou Pangu's true body is condensed after all, and it is cast with the essence blood of the Wu clan mixed with innate turbidity, and his every move is carried by the innate turbidity of the filthy Yuanshen, not to mention that Zhang Zilong has resisted a large number of Chiyou attacks, and the turbidity has penetrated deep into his Yuanshen!"

At this time, Zhang Zilong found that there was a cool white energy coiled in the Yuan Shen.

"This is the essence of the moon! How can there be so many moons in my primordial spirit?" It stands to reason that under the influence of turbidity, Zhang Zilong woke up by himself, I am afraid that thousands of years have passed, but thanks to the purification effect of this moonflower, he can wake up in just a few hours, Yuehua is the treasure of the moon star, one of the three major healing holy water of nature, and the other two are the three light divine water and the clotted nectar in the hands of Guanyin Bodhisattva in the later generations.

Zhang Zilong also knew about the water of Yuehua, but the problem arose.

This moonlit water is a small pool under the laurel tree, and it is impossible to have enough to resist the turbidity of that Pangu True Body.

In the past, Zhang Zilong came to Yuexing, and he had also seen the pool of water, which was only one meter square.

"What's going on?"

Feeling the essence effect of Yuehua all the time, Zhang Zilong's heart was full of doubts.

At this moment, a beautiful figure slowly walked in.

I saw that the hands were like soft wattles, the skin was like clotted fat, the collar was like a grub, the teeth were like a rhinoceros, the head of the mantis was like a moth eyebrows, and he approached gently and softly with lotus steps, and a faint fragrance rushed to his face, holding a net bottle in his hand, which was the fairy Chang'e of the Moon Palace.

But at this moment, her face was as pale as paper.

The eyebrows are tired, as if they are lacking in qi and blood.

She saw that Zhang Zilong had woken up, and her beautiful eyes showed indescribable joy, "Yulong, are you awake?"

Zhang Zilong felt that something was wrong when Chang'e entered the room: "Sister, what's wrong with you?"

"No, what is in the net bottle in your hand, but Guixia Yuehua?" Although Zhang Zilong was injured, his divine sense was still there, and what Chang'e was holding in his hand was that Yuehua, but it was different from the ordinary Yuehua, and the Yuehua in the net bottle obviously had a pure essence and blood breath.

"Chang'e, what have you done!"

Zhang Zilong grabbed Chang'e's hand and carried the weak Nine Turns Xuangong to probe Chang'e's body. He only felt that under this beautiful body, there was a sign of running out of oil and withering the lamp! This kind of immortal's oil running out of light withered was the same time as the primordial spirit and the body, if Zhang Zilong was not injured, it would be fine, but at this moment he could only watch the fire of life slowly extinguished!

"This Yuehua is your essence blood?"

Zhang Zilong was upset, Chang'e, an ordinary fairy, how could she use her essence and blood to condense Yuehua?

Chang'e smiled tiredly, and her pale face was flushed. Gently put the net bottle on the head of the bed, and gently patted the prince who was holding her hand.

You must know that Zhang Zilong may be the first person to touch Chang'e's body. The ranking officials are curious, so Hou Yi is not an incompetent person? Well, in fact, it is almost the same, the combination of Chang'e and Hou Yi is not as beautiful as in myths and legends, when the human race was a vassal under the Houtu tribe, protected by the Wu tribe, and provided some simple labor.

And Chang'e, as the first beauty of the human race, naturally her fate will not belong to her.

After the Terran elders discussed, they married this world-famous beauty to Houyi, a famous witch of the Houtu tribe. Chang'e's surname is cold, and her strength is weak, so she doesn't resist. Fortunately, Hou Yi is really a reckless man, and he is not interested in the affairs of men and women at all, but the two hit it off, and they lived their own lives in front of people.

Until Zhang Zilong appeared, the sentence: "Ugly man, let go of that girl!Let me come first!" really shocked Chang'e's weak heart.

After that, this handsome and lively, and also a human little brother left a heavy mark in her heart.

After living in the Guanghan Palace, hundreds of years of careful care.

Pangu's real body was like an annihilating attack, and the mighty shore who didn't hesitate to help her block a kick.

Perhaps, even if the oil runs out and the lamp runs out, she can save this strange man, she is willing, right?

"Chang'e, you...."

Zhang Zilong was silent, and the chaotic memories also filled his mind for a while, "Why bother... If you are like this, how can I save you? ”

Chang'e smiled: "If one is destined to disappear, wouldn't it be better to let me die?"

Zhang Zilong felt something choke in his throat, and the pain that rose in his heart almost covered up the injuries of his body and Yuan Shen, making him almost cry out in pain.

Slowly hugged Chang'e in his arms, "Prince Ben won't let you die." ”

Chang'e obediently snuggled into his arms and answered softly: "Hmm." ”