Zhu Jiuyin frowned tightly as he looked at the numerous Wu clan men and women who were killed and injured in the Zhoutian Star Dou Formation. In a flash, he had already arrived in front of Di Jiang. He looked like a yellow sac and was as red as red fire. With six legs and four wings, he was faceless. As soon as Di Jiang's figure flashed, countless monsters died tragically, and the sound of mourning filled the void.
"Brother, there are countless casualties among the sons and daughters. The demon clan has this great formation. We can't continue like this. We must use the Dutianshensha great formation!"
Di Jiang looked back at the Wu clan warriors. Sure enough, they suffered heavy casualties and were at a disadvantage. Although they were still brave, they were already at a disadvantage. He roared and summoned his brothers and sisters. The twelve ancestral witches gathered one after another. The true form of the 100,000-foot-long ancestral witch, the fierce blood energy soared into the sky, as if the sky was stained with blood, blood red.
Di Jiang hammered his chest, and a ball of essence and blood gathered in the void. It was not bright red, but scarlet, and there was black air densely covering it, and the evil energy was rolling. Di Jiang's face turned pale, he pointed at the blood mass, flew to the middle of the twelve people, and shouted.
"Brothers and sisters, please use the great formation of gods and demons to break through the bird formation of the demon clan and avenge me, the son of the witch clan!"
Without hesitation, the eleven ancestral witches opened their chests and vomited out a ball of essence and blood from their hearts. The twelve groups of ancestral witches' essence and blood merged, and the evil energy rose into the sky, radiating into the wilderness. It was visible to the naked eye. The twelve groups of blood essence were like embryos evolving into babies. Rolling and squirming, he transformed into a one or three-year-old child. He opened his hands and opened his chest and sucked in. The essence of the stars was absorbed like a whale. The baby performed the secret of growth. In the blink of an eye, a million-foot giant became a giant. The breath of Pangu came to the ancient world.
All the great supernatural powers in the ancient world were shaken and shouted in shock.
"Pangu's true body!"
Master Huanglong sat on the cloud bed, looked at the true form of Pangu summoned by the witch clan, and shook his head slightly. He had actually seen Pangu's true form, and Pangu's true form was hundreds of millions tall. Where were the twelve ancestral witches? The defective products made of essence and blood can't compare, but even so, although this Pangu's true body has less than one-tenth of the magical power, it is still comparable to the Hunyuan Saint, and its divine power is immeasurable.
True God Pangu's eyes were lifeless, and he obviously had no intelligence. He shouted loudly, stretched out his hand, and Du Tianshen Thunder came in response, directly hitting thousands of monsters, making the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation tremble.
Donghuang Taiyi and Dijun were shocked, and activated the Donghuang Bell and Hetu Luoshu with all their strength. The shocking bells resounded through the sky, and the heaven and earth suddenly became silent. Three hundred and sixty-five star flags shook, and three hundred and sixty-five Several ancient stars appeared, forming a galaxy that hung across the sky and rushed towards the Wu clan.
The twelve ancestral witches looked at each other and shouted loudly. Pangu's real body looked up to the sky and roared.
"Here comes the axe!"
Donghuang Tai was startled when the Donghuang Bell moved. He quickly poured his magic power into it to suppress it, which finally caused the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation to show a hint of stagnation.
A flash of purple energy flashed across my face, and he suppressed the abnormal movements of the Tai Chi figure in his sleeve. Endless indifference flashed through his eyes, somewhat similar to Taoist ancestor Hongjun. A trace of enlightenment flashed in the eyes of Master Huang Long. It seemed that Tai Qing Tao was The human cultivation level is just one step away from being able to kill three corpses and become a saint!
A divine light shot out from the eyes of Yuanshi Tianzun, like the sea and prison, the jade-clear fairy light flickered, and the Pangu flag behind him also stopped moving restlessly and snorted coldly.
"If you have shallow virtues and no clues, you will eventually turn into ashes in the future!"
Apparently, Pangu's real body of the Wu Clan wanted to recall the Three Treasures of Kaitian, which angered Yuanshi Tianzun and made him hate him.
Master Huang Long's eyes were clear, and he glanced at his future master, who was so petty, and laughed secretly, which was quite interesting.
Taoist Tongtian watched the battle between the lich and the lich in the field, and his blood boiled the most. An unparalleled sword energy shot out from Qingping's sword. A crack suddenly appeared in the void, and infinite darkness swallowed everything. Taoist Tongtian's eyes flashed and he suppressed the sword energy. , the void is restored.
A phantom of a divine ax appeared in the hand of Pangu's real body, and gradually materialized. Unfortunately, it did not have the three treasures of opening the sky. It was unstable and obviously could not be used several times.
Pangu's real body cracked with force, like the creation of the world, with a crash, the galaxy shattered, the light of the ax dimmed for eight or nine minutes, and once again cracked on the Zhoutian Star Formation, with a shock, 365 Taiyi Golden Immortal realm The demon clan elites spat out mouthfuls of blood.
The Kaitian God Ax in Pangu's hand was dimmed by three points, and became more illusory. He kept up his efforts, and another ax cracked down. The light of the ax passed through. The formation could no longer be maintained. It was broken like a paper lake or cracked brocade. He was the first to bear the brunt. The Tuluoshu shattered and returned to the Emperor Jun's Consciousness Sea, wailing endlessly, and the star flags were broken like rags; Emperor Jun and the 365 demon star kings were severely injured, vomiting blood, looking pale, and their eyes were frightened.
Donghuang Taiyi spit out a mouthful of blood essence and hit the Donghuang Bell with all his strength, blocking the remaining ax light.
when! when! when!
A burst of bells sounded, and the entire prehistoric world seemed to be immobilized by the Kaitian Treasure. The light of the ax moved slowly and struck the wall of the East Emperor Bell.
"boom!"
Donghuang Taiyi and Donghuang Bell were directly thrown thousands of miles away, blood spurted out from their mouths, scattered into the void, and they were severely injured.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were about to take advantage of the victory and pursue the attack, when suddenly the cracks in the phantom of the Sky-Opening Ax continued to spread, shattered and dissipated, and Pangu's true body also trembled and disappeared from the place.
The faces of the twelve ancestral witches turned pale, and they all spat out a mouthful of blood. The ancestral witch's true body could no longer hold on. His vitality was severely damaged, and he was weak for a while. After all, the twelve ancestral witches were far inferior to Pangu in terms of cultivation. They only had the power of two strikes. Now, Although the Zhou Tianxing Formation was broken, it was difficult to pursue them. Both sides were injured, and they no longer had the strength to fight.
Visions descended from the sky, purple air came thirty thousand miles from the east, golden lotuses emerged, auspicious air formed flowers, golden flowers fell, fairy sounds were faint, and a purple-robed Taoist appeared in the void, the Taoist ancestor Hongjun was also.
When Dan Mo looked around, everyone seemed to be seeing the sun and the moon, with bright light shining in their eyes, and they didn't dare to face each other. With a flick of his sleeves, he carried immeasurable starlight and aura, and separated the two lich tribes. The two lich tribes, hundreds of millions of them, were clearly separated and separated into two sides. There was no resistance, the wind was calm, the wind was gentle, and the clouds were calm.
"From now on, the Witch Clan controls the land and the Demon Clan controls the sky. No war will be allowed for a thousand years!"
The majestic voice still echoed in the ears, and the figure of Dao Ancestor had long since disappeared, but the two Lich clans still kowtowed and did not dare to get up!
A mirror with a radius of one hundred feet was sparkling, showing the scene of the Lich battlefield hundreds of millions of miles away, every detail. When the Tao Ancestor arrived, the mirror mirrored the lake and seemed to be broken, but the fairy voice still came from the mirror. It shines through, travels through countless spaces, and is projected back directly, with incomparable clarity. With a crash, the mirror surface rippled, and the spiritual energy fragments made of snow-white feathers slowly dispersed.
In the main hall of Sanqing, Sanqing sat on the bed of tidal clouds in the blue sea with a solemn expression. Master Huanglong also had a solemn expression. This battle between the two Lich clans really made Master Huanglong realize the dangers of the prehistoric times. Under the catastrophe, Countless sentient beings have become pawns, unable to control their own life or death. How can they not give him a sense of urgency?
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