Seeing the injuries caused by Di Jun's blow, all the ancestral wizards gasped.

"How is it possible! How can this Emperor Jun be so strong?"

It's not that these people have never fought against Di Jun before, on the contrary, they have fought against each other a lot.

But even a strong man like Di Jun still had a headache when facing the true form of the ancestral witch.

Even if you try your best, you will end up seriously injured at most.

As long as all the power of the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation is not concentrated on Di Jun alone, nothing will happen to them.

Moreover, the resilience of the Witch Clan is also extremely terrifying.

It was precisely because of this that they underestimated the enemy so much.

The power displayed by Di Jun now far exceeded their imagination.

Everyone saw the sword strike just now. Di Jun definitely didn't use too much power. It can be said that he didn't even use half of his power.

But even so, Zu Wu Zhurong was seriously injured.

Among the ancestral witches, Zhu Rong's cultivation is definitely not weak.

It should be ranked at least in the middle.

Seeing the horrified expressions on the faces of all the ancestral wizards, Di Jun felt that he finally let out a bad breath.

He had fought countless times with the Wu clan over the years. He tried his best, but could not injure the opponent at all.

Ordinary people simply cannot understand that feeling of powerlessness.

Now that he has the Witch Slayer Sword, it is finally his turn to feel proud.

Seeing the horrified expressions of all the ancestral wizards, Emperor Jun looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Di Jiang, what do you think? Aren't you going to start a war with my demon clan? Come on, let's kill them today!"

With the blessing of the Witch-Slaying Sword, Di Jun is ready to settle old and new grudges together.

"Di Jun, you are a bird! Don't think that I don't know, you are just relying on the power of the weapons in your hands."

"Without that sword, you bird-man's wish to defeat our witch clan is simply wishful thinking."

At this moment, Zhu Rong finally recovered a little, and having fought against Di Jun, he could see through the secret at a glance.

When Di Jiang heard Zhu Rong's words, he carefully looked at the strange long sword in Di Jun's hand.

It didn't matter at this glance, and Di Jiang suddenly felt a chill running down his spine.

There are more than hundreds of millions of wronged souls attached to the long sword.

And this resentment is the nemesis of the evil spirit of his witch clan.

The two have the same origin, but they restrain each other, which is why they have such an effect.

With just one glance, Di Jiang understood everything.

"No wonder you, a birdman, hunted down human beings before. It turns out you had a plan. I'm afraid all those human beings were refined into this sword by you."

Di Jun sneered.

"Haha, you are right. Those human races have all made contributions to this emperor, but their deaths were not in vain. Today all of you twelve ancestral witches will fall under this witch-slaying sword."

Although the witch-slaying sword has not been completely refined, it still has the effect of breaking the flesh of the witch clan.

If it had been the complete Witch-Slaying Sword just now, Zhu Rong would have definitely died with one strike.

Looking at Di Jun, Di Jiang made a cold sound.

"You want to defeat my twelve ancestral witches with just one sword? It's a dream!"

"Array up!"

The twelve ancestral witches all shouted loudly.

The Evil Formation of the Twelve Capital Gods gathered together again.

And with Zhu Rong's precedent, the ancestral witches were also careful this time.

In the Zixiao Palace, Hongjun looked down at what was happening on the ancient land.

"The Lich Calamity Tribulation has come to an end, and now it's time to push the two tribes out of the wild world."

"I don't know if the Hongmeng Purple Qi that was ambushed before is enough to attract Kunpeng."

"If it doesn't work, I'll have to take action myself."

Hongjun sat on the cloud bed and muttered to himself.

Kunpeng didn't know yet that this Hongmeng Purple Qi was a trap from the beginning.

If there is anything in this ancient land that can attract everyone's attention, it is probably this Hongmeng Purple Qi.

Looking down at the ancient world, Hongjun, who was like the way of heaven, just fiddled with his hands at will, and the chess game was able to achieve the desired effect.

Although the Witch Clan and Monster Clan are powerful, they are nothing more than pawns in front of Hongjun.

Whenever Hongjun wants the two tribes to withdraw, the two tribes will withdraw.

For example, now that the Five Saints of Heaven and Earth have returned to their throne, Xu Tong is the only one left.

The human race has now experienced the catastrophe, and the period of Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors will come next.

So he felt that the demon clan and the witch clan should withdraw.

Then the battle broke out.

This is the terror of saints.

The layout is eternal, and the killing is invisible.

There is nothing in this world that is beyond his control.

"Except for that damn evil!"

Hongjun suddenly thought of Xu Tong, and Hongjun, who had a sense of superiority before, suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable.

In this situation where the world was in control, Xu Tong's presence made him feel like a lump in his throat.

"This evil obstacle must be dealt with sooner or later. Want to escape from the fate of heaven? Huh, it's not that easy."

"After this Lich Tribulation is over, it's time to plan the establishment of a religion."

The matter of interception is of great importance.

Although there is still some time before the Conferment of Gods to measure the calamity, I can't wait until the time of Conferring the Gods to measure the calamity before letting Tongtian establish a religion, otherwise the day lily will be cold.

If there are only two or three kittens in Jiejiao by then, then why can we still consecrate a six-year-old god?

Therefore, Hongjun decided that after the lich passed the calamity, he would start preparing to establish a religion.

At the same time, Buzhou Mountain.

Both Nuwa and Pangu Palace Queen Tu felt their hearts throbbing.

Hou Tu suddenly felt that the time had come for him to attain enlightenment.

Since Hou Tu had given her blood and essence to Hou Yi, she did not intervene in the battle this time, but concentrated on enlightenment.

But the twelve ancestral witches are connected in their minds.

Although Hou Tu did not go to the battlefield this time, he felt deeply about Zhu Rong's experience.

After knowing that the Twelve Ancestral Witches were in trouble, Houtu could not sit still.

"No, I have to go and take a look. I'm afraid this time will be different from the past."

If it were normal times, Hou Tu would definitely not care about these things.

It is common for the Wu clan to be injured. Whether it is minor or serious, it is very normal.

Because even people of the same race sometimes fight and compete with each other, relying on their physical strength, they do not take it lightly or seriously.

But this time, Hou Tu could clearly feel that the Twelve Ancestral Witches were facing a life-and-death crisis at this moment, not the kind of minor injuries or serious injuries, but a real crisis of death.

Now Houtu really couldn't wait any longer.

Hou Tu left the Pangu Hall and rushed straight to the battlefield between the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan.

Nuwa was also restless at the moment. She always felt that something important was about to happen, and it was related to herself.

After thinking about it, it seems that the only thing in this world that can be related to me is the matter between the demon race and the human race.

The human race is now staying well in Shouyang Mountain, and that is the demon race.

Nuwa also immediately rushed to the battlefield of the demon tribe.

At this moment, on the battlefield between the two tribes, both sides have tried their best.

Both the demon clan and the witch clan at the bottom suffered heavy casualties.

The earth is littered with corpses.

At this moment, Zhu Rong, who had been injured before, was seized by Di Jun.

After being blessed by the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation, Di Jun directly beheaded Zhu Rong with just one sword strike.
Chapter completed!