Changyang Mountain Range, Taiyi was the sword of the sky, his face turned slightly pale, and opposite him, Huang Tian was half kneeling on the ground, covered with scars, a shield in his left hand and an axe in his right hand, and he supported the ground to keep himself from falling.

"Happy, happy!" Emperor Tian laughed.

"Fellow Daoist Huangtian, you and I have been fighting for more than 50,000 years, and now the winner is decided." Taiyi said: "Do you want to fight again?"

"The Witch Warriors can lose, but they cannot admit defeat." Huang Tian shouted: "Unless I fall or die, this battle will never end."

After the emperor finished drinking, he accumulated strength again, kicked his right foot, opened the way with a shield, and crashed into Taiyi like an arrow.

Seeing this, Taiyi jumped up, held the sword with both arms, and slashed at Huangtian's shield with fierceness.

With a crisp sound of "Clang!", Huang Tian was slashed to the ground by Taiyi's sword, smashing a big pit. Taiyi was also bounced into the air by the recoil force. Taiyi leaned back and landed lightly on the edge of the big pit that Huang Tian broke on the ground.

A ball of gray shadow rushed out of the big pit, and it was the Emperor.

Taiyi bent his legs and stole a horse. The Tianjian was crossing his knees. He kicked his feet hard, crossing the emperor.

A wound that could see bones appeared on Huang Tian’s chest from the left rib to the right shoulder.

If it were the beginning of the battle, with Emperor Tian's magic power, such injuries could be recovered in an instant. However, now the two have been fighting for tens of thousands of years, Emperor Tian's magic power is long insufficient, so there is no extra magic power to recover from the injuries.

Huang Tian gritted his teeth, endured the pain, lifted up the giant axe, rushed towards Taiyi again, and slashed out with an axe.

Taiyi didn't expect that Huangtian would fight back so quickly. He was defeated by the force that Huangtian slashed out for several miles, and his feet plowed out two deep grooves on the ground.

Seeing this, Huangtian rushed towards Taiyi again. Taitian's sword was crossed in front of his chest, holding Huangtian's Tianzhengyue giant axe.

The axe and sword were mixed together, and Taiyi kicked out one by one, kicking Huangtian's lower abdomen. Huangtian couldn't bear it and took three steps in a row.

Huangtian and Taiyi took a few breaths. Until now, Huangtian is at the end of his strength. Taiyi's situation is slightly better because he has the Holy Taoist treasure Donghuang Bell to protect his body, and his magic power is still 30 to 40%.

"Since fellow Taoist still wants to fight, then I will fulfill the fellow Taoist." Taiyi said solemnly:

"Okay, then let's end this battle." Huang Tiandao.

Taiyi leaned forward, stepped out his right foot, retracted the Tianjian and placed it on his left waist, held the sword with his right hand, and gently pressed his left hand on the sword.

Emperor Tian placed the giant shield in front of him, holding an axe in his right hand.

"Drink!" Taiyi shouted loudly, his feet exerted force, and his body turned into a green light. The emperor also turned into a yellow light. The two green and yellow lights touched each other and passed by.

Qingguang stopped, Taiyi held the Heavenly Sword in his hand, slowly turned around and looked at the Emperor Tian.

I saw Huang Tian’s tall body standing there, but his head had been cut off by the Heavenly Sword and fell to the ground. His eyes were wide open, and his eyes looked both incredible and quite relieved.

"God, you lead the witch clan to fight against the Heavenly Court. I will behead you to serve as a warning to you." Taiyi said slowly: "But from now on, the witch clan members can accept the priesthood of the wise clan."

After Taiyi said that, Huang Tian closed his eyes, and then his whole body fell to the ground.

Taiyi let out a sigh of relief and took a step forward, but there was no trace.

In this battle, Huang Tian was killed by Taiyi and his true body. Although he would not die, his original deity was also severely damaged. Without dozens of kalpas, it was difficult to restore all the Taoist practices.

Taiyi never thought of killing the Emperor Tian’s original deity. The Emperor Tian is already a sub-saint, and the true spirit is immortal. No matter how many lifetimes you kill, you can be reborn. It is meaningless to kill the Emperor.

For a race, only by owning the sub-saint can one truly gain a foothold in the prehistoric world.

When Hou Tu was promoted to the Asu Saint, one demon clan could never destroy the witch clan. Therefore, Taiyi should adopt a new strategy to treat the witch clan, and fight and pull, and not suppress the witch clan like Guo Wang.

But what Ling Taiyi didn't expect was that although his idea was good, there were still variables under the fixed number of heaven.

Just after Taiyi left, four figures suddenly appeared in Changyang Mountain, where Emperor Tian’s true body was killed.

These four people, three men and one woman, were wearing big red feather clothes, while three men, one was wearing a green robe, one was wearing white armor, and the last one was wearing black.

If a strong man sees these four people, he will definitely recognize them. They are the four royal patriarchs whose status is second only to that of several ancestors: the four gods of Qinglong, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, and Xuanwu.

Qinglong stretched out his hand, and a suction force sucked Huang Tian’s head into his hand. Qinglong said, “Xuanwu, are you sure your sealing technique is useful?”

"No problem." Xuanwu said: "You and I belong to the innate wood, metal, fire, and water. It is just a matter of five elements with the innate earth of the Emperor Heaven. Although the earth movement of the Emperor Heaven is an immortal level and is one level higher than you and me, it is still possible to join forces to seal part of the Emperor Heaven's Great Way. As long as part of the Emperor Heaven's Great Way is sealed, the Emperor Heaven will not be able to restore to the immortal sub-saint realm."

"But we can seal, and the witch clan can also send people to break the seal." Baihu said: "Don't say that the four of us and the four of us can't guard this seal forever. Even if we guard the seal, the witch clan has more than a dozen powerful ancestor witches, so we four are not opponents."

Zhuque said: "Unless we find a place where the witch tribe cannot go, and we dare not go, and it is useless if we go."

"Where?" Baihu asked.

"Today, only the saints are there, which is a place where the witch tribe cannot go, dare not go, and it is useless if they go." Zhuque said.

"Saint." Qinglong and the other three were silent.

"If we hide the great way of heaven in the saints, we need to solve two problems." Xuanwu said: "First, the saint is clear-headed, and how can we hide your and my actions from the saints? Second, even if we hide it for a while, our plan will succeed, and the saints will be punished afterwards. Can we afford this punishment?"

Xuanwu, White Tiger and Vermilion Bird look at the Qinglong. In today's prehistoric world, there are only three saints except for the unborn ancestor Hongjun, which is the Three Pure One. The Demon Clan first recommends the Dragon Clan when it comes to understanding the Three Pure One.

Qinglong pondered: "The holy way of Lord Yuanshi Tianzun is the holy way of the emperor, and his dignity cannot be violated. Our small actions cannot be hidden from the saint of Yuanshi. The saint of Yuanshi will never allow us to use the saint; Lord Lingbao Tianzun is the absolute right path, and his holy way will not allow us to do such unjust things under his nose; only the holy way of Lord Yuanshi Tianzun is inaction, we may have a slight chance, but we do nothing but do everything, fear that the price we have to pay will exceed our ability to bear."

"Will the saint kill us?" asked Zhuque.

"No." Qinglong thought for a while and said.

Qinglong is sure of this.

Qinglong and the other four have a special status in the demon clan. Even considering the relationship between gods and demon clans, the Three Pure Ones will not easily take the lives of the four people.

Furthermore, with the relationship between the Dragon Clan and the Xuan Turtle clan and the Sanqing Qing, the Sanqing will definitely not kill Qinglong and Xuanwu. The Sanqing regards the Ancestral Dragon and Xuanturtle as their nephews, and Qinglong and Xuanwu are like the grandchildren of the Sanqing. As long as the grandson does not disobey, no matter how naughty the grandfather is, at most he will only spank and kneel down, and will never harm his grandson's life. The four people in this matter have the same crimes. If the Sanqing does not kill Qinglong and Xuanwu, he will naturally not kill Baihu and Zhuque.

"The ancestor witches of the Witch Clan only have the resources of the sub-saints. As long as the Emperor Tian is suppressed, the Witch Clan is not afraid. Since the Three Pure Ones will not kill, it doesn't matter if we even receive some punishment for the sake of the demon clan." Baihu said.

"It is worth it for the sake of the demon clan, we will make some sacrifices." Zhuque said.

Seeing Zhuque and Baihu looking at him, Xuanwu nodded. Even Zhuque and Baihu were not afraid, so how could he be afraid? His guilt would not be heavier than the two of them.

Seeing that the three of them had made up their minds, Qinglong felt something was wrong, but he still decided to advance and retreat with the three of them. Since the Dragon and Phoenix Tribulation, the demon royal family could no longer withstand the losses. As the patriarch of the four major royal families, Qinglong and others were consciously eliminating the hatred of the four tribes. For the relationship between the four tribes, Qinglong could not object at this time.

The four great gods had decided to discuss it, so they quietly sneaked into the place of Taishang's temple - Shouyang Mountain.

The main peak of the main mountain range of the Shouyang Mountains is Shouyang Mountain in the Shouyang Mountains. The entire Shouyang Mountain is covered by a Tao. This Taoist Palace is the third-ranked eight-scenery palace, representing the holy path of merit.

Qinglong and four others quietly occupied the four peaks in the southeast, west, northwest, and northeast.

Qinglong silently recited the mantra, and a giant tree appeared out of thin air. Qinglong pushed out the head of the Emperor Tian in his hand, and the roots of the giant tree quickly wrapped the head of the Emperor Tian.

Then, under the wisdom of the Azure Dragon, the giant tree roots plunged into the ground and quickly grew and extended in the direction of the Eight Scenery Palace.

Soon, the roots of the giant tree sent the head of the Emperor Tian to the bottom of the Eight Scenery Palace.

The Azure Dragon withdrew the giant tree, and then the four great gods began to do it.

I saw that with the Eight Scenery Palace as the center, a yellow light from the Eight Scenery Palace soared into the sky, then the eastern green light, the western white light, the southern red light, and the northern black light continuation artifact. The five lights merged into one above the Eight Scenery Palace, turning into a five-pointed star, and then disappeared.

After the seal was completed, Qinglong and the other four breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, a Tai Chi diagram-shaped aperture rose in the Eight Scenery Palace, and soon covered the mountain where Qinglong and the four people were.

"You four juniors dare to plot against me, so I will punish you to guard the Eight Scenery Palace for 360 tribulations to show punishment." The Supreme Lord's voice sounded.

As soon as the voice of the Supreme Lord fell, Qinglong and four others turned into prototypes of dragons, phoenixes, tigers, and turtles, and then turned into stones.

Qinglong and four others were turned into stone statues by the Supreme Saint. Although they could not move, they felt that their spiritual sense could still communicate with the world. They also breathed a sigh of relief: If they were imprisoned for only 360 calamities, the punishment was really not serious, so they would be considered as retreat and practiced.

Just when the four great gods were imprisoned by the Supreme Lord, a tall figure walked down from the altar in the witch clan's ancestor witch hall.

This figure held a giant axe and war shield in his hand, majestic, but it let out a silent roar, and the entire Ancestral Witch Palace shaking.

It turns out that this body has no head.

Yi Shigong: Who is the Emperor Tian without a head? Everyone should guess it.
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