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Kill, kill, kill!

The shouts of killing were earth-shattering and deafening. The rich murderous aura soared into the sky and went straight to the sky.

Fighting, killing, at this moment, became the main theme of the desolate world.

In the vast wilderness, tens of thousands of races, except for the monks of the dragon and phoenix races, all threw themselves into this great battle. The scale is huge, compared to the war of the three clans in Buzhou Mountain, it is not as good as the war, and the scene is even more tragic!

Back then, although the battle between the three congenital clans was tragic, because of Lu Chen, a freak, the situation almost became overwhelming, except for the Qilin clan, the casualties of the dragon and phoenix clans were greatly reduced.

On the other hand, now that the two Lich clans are at war, the strength of the two sides is almost the same.

Although the four great emperors of Emperor Jun Taiyi Fuxi Nuwa relied on their strong strength to hold back the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and Bai Ze and the other Ten Demon Saints dragged down Xingtian and other Great Witches, it was impossible to distinguish the winner in a short period of time. However, after all, they are all super masters of the quasi-saint realm, and even if they can't hold each other, they won't be easily injured.

However, for those ordinary monks, this battle was extremely dangerous!

Two huge torrents, like two huge beasts from the eternal chaos, just one collision devoured the lives of countless monks.

The dazzling swords and swords, the scorching flames, and the powerful fists, like lightning in the dark night, pierced the sky again and again.

A huge body continued to burst in the air, and poignant blood flowers continued to bloom in the sky. And then it keeps falling. Fragments of blurred flesh and blood, warm scarlet blood, continued to accumulate and gather at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, forming a sea of corpses and blood, like a Shura hell.

At this moment, it seems that the entire flood is dyed scarlet, the sky is red, the earth is red, and even the water is red!

Life, at this moment, is completely worthless! Almost every instant, tens of thousands of monks fall. In an instant, except for Lu Chen's expressionless face, all the powerful monks who were watching changed their faces greatly.

Tragic and unparalleled tragic!

Although this is not the first time that the two Lich Clans have fought, the previous one is far from comparable to this one. Rao is Sanqing and the others are all quasi-saints, and their realms are extremely profound, and they were also deeply shocked, and they twitched hard in their hearts. And they are just watching from afar.

Sanqing and the others couldn't imagine that if they were in it, those tragic auras full of murderous intent and madness and despair would make them lose their minds directly.

"Perhaps, only when we reach the supreme saint realm can we truly face this tragic battle calmly. Sanqing and the others couldn't help but think of it.

At this moment, they were even more aware of the huge gap between them and Lu Chen!

You must know that back then, Lu Chen personally experienced the Dragon and Han Tribulation of the Lich War no less than the current Lich War, and dominated the entire battlefield with his own strength to turn the tide.

Although they all knew that Lu Chen had not yet become a saint, this realm alone was enough to be comparable to a saint, far from being comparable to them!

"But why hasn't he made a move yet?" the mighty people were puzzled.

The last time the lich fought, Lu Chen didn't make a move, and in the end it was Hongjun who broke the siege. But now, Hongjun has already joined forces tens of millions of years ago, and if the general trend does not change, it will not appear again, so why hasn't Lu Chen made a move? What is he waiting for?

"Is it a retreat?" the crowd thought.

Soon, however, everyone shook their heads in denial. Joke, the battle between the two lich clans is so big, even if they are in retreat, they are all awakened, let alone Lu Chen?

But if it's not a retreat, then why?

No one knows the answer, not even the slightest guess!

There is no way, looking at the wilderness, Lu Chen is notoriously mysterious, and his actions have always been whimsical, which is completely confusing!

Not to mention Sanqing and others, it is Hongjun, the only saint in the wilderness, who can deduce the heavenly machine, and it is difficult to guess Lu Chen's true thoughts.

However, it was precisely because they couldn't guess that Sanqing and other powerful monks who were watching were even more entangled in their hearts. Sometimes that's the case, because of the unknown, because of the fear, because of the waiting, it will be entangled.

Sanqing and Lu Chen didn't deal with each other, naturally they weren't worried about the Heavenly Court cultivators' heavy casualties, they were worried about the Twelve Ancestral Witches. For the few "like-minded" people in the flood wilderness, Sanqing really didn't want the twelve ancestral witches to be exterminated too quickly, and hoped that they could continue to fight against Heavenly Court.

However, in this situation, the Heavenly Court Demon Clan has suffered heavy casualties, and Sanqing can think of it even if he thinks about it with his toes, Lu Chen will not make a move, and if he makes a move, he will inevitably wash the Wu Clan in blood!

This is definitely not alarmist, because this is what Lu Chen did in the Longhan Tribulation back then, and slaughtered the Qilin clan in Buzhou Mountain, leaving no one behind.

Sanqing and the others can fully imagine that if Lu Chen really makes a move, the Wu Clan will be completely razed to the ground, and there will be no more Wu people in the flood wilderness from now on!

Although Sanqing also knew that the Twelve Ancestral Witches were not weak in the slightest, and they must have a powerful killer weapon, they didn't think that the Twelve Ancestral Witches could resist Lu Chen's personal attack!

Nonsense, didn't you see that their Sanqing had been defeated by Lu Chen many times? No matter how strong the Twelve Ancestral Witches were, they could be stronger than their Sanqing?

For Lu Chen, who had abused them several times, they didn't dare to be arrogant at all, but for the twelve ancestors who were arrogant and didn't know how many days they didn't know, Sanqing still instinctively despised them.

If it weren't for the fact that the Twelve Ancestral Witches were faintly standing in the same boat as them, they needed the foreign aid of the Ancestral Witches, and Sanqing would not bother to care about their life or death.

"Let's hope they get away with it. Sanqing let out a helpless sigh in unison.

This is sighing for the twelve ancestors, but also for themselves. Thinking that they were dignified and authentic, and the top power of the flood wilderness, they were forced to this by Lu Chen alone, and Sanqing was so aggrieved that he couldn't wait to die on Buzhou Mountain.

Zhen Yuanzi and the others were also extremely entangled at this time, unlike Sanqing, they were struggling with whether to help Heavenly Court or not.

In fact, as early as 100 million years ago, Zhen Yuanzi and others thought about this question, and they already had an answer in their hearts, at least, Fuxi Nuwa had made a decision.

The Wu clan is huge, and they don't want to easily form a cause and effect with the ancestral witch, but they can't afford to offend Lu Chen even more!

It's just that last time, before they could make a move, Hongjun was the first to appear. And now, the situation is not clear, and Zhen Yuanzi and others are hesitating. If there is no cause and effect at all, it is naturally the best for them.

However, at this moment, the situation on the battlefield was evenly matched.

Seeing that the clansmen had suffered heavy casualties, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, who had been dragged by the four of Emperor Jun Taiyi Fu Xi Nuwa, could no longer keep their calm, and suddenly raised their heads and let out an angry roar.

"The Twelve Heavenly Gods Great Array!"