In the human town at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, Qinghe's crisp voice echoed in everyone's ears.
Di Liao was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes suddenly looked at the giant hand totem on the mountain wall not far away.
The object of his previous slander was the so-called protector of the human race. Now that Qinghe said that he had insulted his master, doesn't that mean that Qinghe's master and the protector of the human race are both the same person?
The human race... really have a protector?
Thinking of this, Di Liao and the others suddenly felt their breathing become a little tight.
The significance of totems in the ancient world is too great. Every race born in the world is a unique existence. Being able to protect a clan and enjoy the incense of totems is by no means an ordinary creature!
But Qinghe is not the mount of Lord Tongtian, so what happened to the sword intention before?
Who else in the entire prehistoric world has such a killing intent with his sword?
For a moment, Di Liao and the other three stood there in a daze, their thoughts in confusion.
On the human side, Zhisheng exhaled suddenly, his face also full of shock.
Dayi's sharp eyes had just opened at this moment. Just now he wanted to forcibly observe the sword intention of the Tongtian Cult Master, but he almost lost his eyes.
The sword intent before was too terrifying. Even though the sword intent was only aimed at Wu Shuang, everyone present felt like their whole bodies were being cut by knives, and they could only stand motionless.
"Master Tongtian is truly a saint. Such methods are simply appalling."
Zhisheng looked at the pile of minced meat on the ground, and the shock in his heart began to slowly dissipate, and he couldn't help but sigh.
As the mount of Lord God, it was normal for Qinghe to have a relationship with a being like Master Tongtian. He was shocked that a great witch died quietly in front of him.
As one of the three ancestors of the human race, Zhisheng knows best how terrifying the great witch of the Wu clan is.
The gap between each realm above the prehistoric world can be described as abyss, and fighting across levels is almost impossible in the prehistoric world.
However, there are still some unique creatures who can rely on their own blood and feet to show combat power that does not match their own cultivation.
The Witch Clan is one of them!
At the beginning, the demon clan not only had hundreds of millions of clan members, but also had many top powerhouses such as the ten demon saints, the demon emperor, and the lord of heaven, Di Jun. Each of them was the existence of the Daluo Golden Immortal or even the Hunyuan Golden Immortal.
The Witch Clan's ability to compete with it relies on its own unparalleled powerful bloodline.
Zhisheng once saw three great witches from the witch clan besieging a monster from the demon clan who had reached the realm of Hunyuan Golden Immortal!
The scene of the three Wu Clan avatars tearing apart Hunyuan, tens of thousands of meters tall, can't be erased from Zhisheng's mind until now!
It can be said that as long as Wu Shuang shows his true form, not to mention that he can be compared with Buzhou Mountain, but the entire human town will probably be flattened with just one kick!
But such a terrifying existence actually died at the foot of Buzhou Mountain so lightly.
While sighing at the power of Master Tongtian, Zhisheng suddenly thought of Tang Hao.
If Tang Hao can chat and laugh with a being like Lord Tongtian, he is definitely not weaker than the other party.
In other words, creatures like Wu Shuang who have already set foot in Daluo are no different from ants in Tang Hao's eyes!
After once again intuitively feeling how powerful Tang Hao was in protecting the human race, the Zhisheng family respected Tang Hao even more!
It is truly a great blessing for all human beings to be protected by God!
"I thought you were so awesome, is this all?"
On the other side, Tang Hao hid his figure and looked at the broken flesh and blood of Wu Shuang on the ground not far away. Not only did he not feel uncomfortable in his heart, but he shook his head with some disdain.
Although I know that the other party is indeed better than me, so what?
Your friends are ten thousand times more awesome than you!
Wu Shuang's previous actions were too deceptive. First, he tacitly allowed his disciples to forcibly capture women from the human race. Then, after Di Liao and the others were stopped by Qing He, he appeared again with an awesome and powerful appearance, and wanted to do it without saying a word. Let the green crops roll.
It can only be said that there is reincarnation in the way of heaven. In the eyes of Wu Yan, humans are just ants that can be easily crushed to death. But he may not have thought that in the eyes of others, he is not an ant at all.
Taking his eyes away from the pile of minced meat, Tang Hao raised his head slightly and looked at the sky.
The moment Xuan Ming appeared, he had actually noticed it.
However, judging from the other party's reaction, he probably didn't notice him, so Tang Hao decided not to reveal his true identity yet.
Needless to say, the importance of the great witch to the witch clan was so great. Tang Hao wanted to see how Xuan Ming would handle this matter just because one of them died.
At this time, Di Liao and the other three were already frightened out of their wits by the previous scene.
To some extent, Wu Shuang was even more important to the three of them than the Great Ancestor.
Most of the power in their bodies comes from Wu Shuang. Now that Wu Shuang is dead, the three of Di Liao have already felt that their realm is beginning to be a little unstable, and there are even signs of falling!
In the Xuanming tribe on the other side, at the moment Wu Shuang died, a man sitting cross-legged in the stone room suddenly opened his eyes.
The man had long blood-colored hair hanging around his waist, and his expression was as cold as ten thousand years of ice. He looked like a Shura who came out of the Nine Netherworld.
The man's name is Guangsu, and he is the strongest among the three great witches of the Xuanming tribe.
At this time, Guangsu seemed to have not recovered from the retreat, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes.
After a moment, he stood up abruptly, a trace of horror flashing across his face covered with strange runes.
"The demon clan is coming?"
There is a subtle connection between the great witches. Guangsu can clearly feel that Wu Shuang, who is also a great witch with him, is dead!
"How is this going?!"
"Could it be that the Demon Emperor came to kill you?"
Guangsu didn't allow Guangsu to think too much, he subconsciously wanted to manifest his true body.
Not to mention the Great Wilderness, there were not many people in the entire Great Wilderness who could kill the Great Witch.
Now the only thing Guangsu can think of is that Donghuang Taiyi, who has been chasing their witch clan, is here!
But soon, Guangsu calmed down again.
Just now, he had sensed the entire Buzhou Mountain within a million miles and didn't notice anything unusual.
Within a million miles of Buzhou Mountain, there are only a few creatures with slightly higher strength, let alone monsters.
How did Wu Shuang die? !
The evil eyes flickered for a moment, and the next moment Guangsu's body disappeared instantly. When he reappeared, he was already floating above the heads of Chisei and the others.
"Great witch!"
The evil aura in Guangsu's body was too prominent. The moment he appeared, everyone present raised their heads.
Di Liao looked at Guang Su who suddenly appeared. Without thinking, he cried out sadly, "Great witch, my master has been killed!"
One wave after another, Zhisheng looked at the body above his head that was more oppressive than Wu Shuang, and a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes.
Zhisheng had secretly made up his mind. Once this great witch exuding a strong evil aura did anything unusual, he would immediately call out to God for help!
The previous tolerance was because the Witch Clan had not harmed the foundation of the human race, but it was different now.
Although the death of the great witch had nothing to do with the human race, Zhisheng was not sure whether the witch clan would pour out their anger on the human race.
Qinghe is Lord God's mount and has his own means of saving his life. However, the fight between gods and immortals will bring disaster to Chiyu. The human race cannot withstand the aftermath of any battle!
Not to mention Guangsu and Qingyou, even Qinghe and Di Liao are not human beings who can deal with them.
High in the sky, Guangsu ignored Di Liao's call.
After appearing, his eyes immediately turned to somewhere under his feet.
Pieces of minced meat with smooth and neat cuts came into view. The next moment, his pupils shrank, and Guangsu felt his scalp numb!
Who did this? !
