The pain of losing a son is heart-wrenching and painful to the bone.

Under the guidance of the Taoist machine, even if someone blocks the secret of heaven, with Di Jun's strength, he will be able to fully understand the secret of yin and yang.

Ninety-ten sons die!

Even though they committed the great crime of burning the prehistoric world for ten days, Di Jun did not think that they should be punished in such a way.

He roared to the sky, turning the entire palace into a furnace of essence fire, and the golden crow gods turned into millions of heavenly emperors to spread out to the heavenly court, as if he was directly summoning the demons and demons to start a war, and use the blood of the witch clan to wash away the overwhelming hatred in his heart.

"My son..."

With a wailing cry, I saw that a corner of the heavenly palace should have been the cold moon palace, with the moonlight flowing and falling like snow. But at this moment, the sun's essence burst out and swept away the moonlight and frost in the moon palace. Although it was still during the day, an orange-yellow moon could be seen looming on the horizon in the entire prehistoric world.

Such a strange phenomenon, and the fire that filled the earth has not yet been extinguished, the remaining creatures still don’t know that this fire disaster has not passed, and I am afraid that the killing disaster will come soon afterwards.

Where can I take into account my own temple?

Those who have a way quickly went to vote for the saint, while those who have no way could only endure the flames and go to Wuliang Mountain.

The Houtu tribe of the Wu tribe, at dusk.

On the huge square in front of the Houtu Witch Temple, a hundred-foot-high platform suddenly stood. Twelve huge stoves were placed at the four corners of the platform. The raging fire from the stove illuminated the entire square like day. There was a small altar in the middle of the platform, which was visited by the tablets of heaven and earth. Ten ancestor witches and Houtu sat on the platform, looking at the nearly 50 million witch tribes below the square, all of whom were excited.

Today, I saw the Sun Shooting Bow showing great power and killing nine golden crows in one fell swoop. I was even more looking forward to the power of the Demon-Slaying God Sword.

However, there were witches standing under the square, and the vast sea of ​​people seemed to have spread hundreds of miles away. There were countless witches under the high platform. Everyone looked excited and shouted: "Shoot the sky! Shoot the sky!!"

The ancestor witches looked at each other and knew that the strategic contraction over the years had made it unbearable for the tribesmen to endure.

Houtu walked to the high platform, looked at the excited witch people below, and reached out to press the hand, and the square suddenly became silent.

"The sacrifice of heaven begins!"

Houtu was the leader of the witch clan. After she finished speaking, she knelt down and began to pay tribute to the world. The witches under the square also knelt down.

"Since the great god Pangu has been the best in the world, countless creatures have evolved in the prehistoric world, and the two Lich tribes are the best. However, there are many causal involvement under the laws of heaven. Since the fall of Mount Buzhou and the destruction of the heavenly families of the Lich tribes, it is all insufficient. We must fight between the two, and the winner is the supreme protagonist, and we will always be the protagonist of the prehistoric world."

"This time I tell the world, I hope to have mercy on the witch clan, protect my luck, and destroy the demon clan."

After Houtu finished speaking briefly, he got up and threw the twelve golden tortoise shells filled with sacrificial texts into the stove on the altar. Then a ray of blue smoke rose and hid into the void.

"It's time for my tribe to fight for the witch clan!!"

"The prehistoric world has been opened up and the lich has been booming. The power of the lich has become a deadly battle, and there is no reason for coexistence. The death of the ancestor witch Gonggong, the battle between the kings of heaven and earth, and the great witch Kuafu died day by day. The witch clan can be said to have lost all his face and been bullied by the demon clan. Do we still have to endure it?"

After the Houtu Festival, he told the world that he had told the heaven and earth, he walked to the high platform and raised his arms and shouted.

"Shoot the sky! Shoot the sky!"

"Slaughter all the demon clans! Slaughter all the demon clans!!"

The witch tribe shouted in unison, and the sound reached the sky, sweeping the clouds in the sky, making it so powerful.

Heavenly Court, South Heaven Gate.

"How many compatriots in our tribe have turned into their bloody meals? They plundered the territory we worked hard to manage? Now they are still constantly squeezing the living space of countless demon clans!!"

"Today, the ten princes of my demon clan intended to compete for the opportunity for our clan, but nine of them were killed."

"Such a great hatred... the lich is incompatible and irreconcilable! From now on, only one demon clan can be left in the prehistoric world!"

"In this world, the demon race is the constant master!!"

Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun were riding on the Tianlong Jade Chariot together, standing on the shaft of the chariot, all wearing colorful armor.

As they finished their mobilization, millions of demon soldiers and generals in the clouds at the Tianmen shouted: "Enter the land! Enter the land!!"

The flags danced in the clouds that stretched for thousands of miles, and the sound of the divine drum and horn spread throughout the thirty-three days.

But at this time, the witch clan also completed the mobilization on the earth. The sounds were intertwined, and the spirit of killing was everywhere.

Nine nine-clawed golden dragons pulled the jade chariot, and Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun took the lead, followed by Xihe, Fuxi, Kunpeng and the Ten-Planet Demon General.

And the 365 Zhoutian Demon Gods behind them roared to the sky like a cluster of star clouds, rushing out of the South Heaven Gate.

The entire Tianmen burst out with extremely dazzling light, which condensed the top combat power of the demon clan. The battle between the two tribes of the prehistoric times was about to break out, and the collision between heaven and earth was just a moment.

In the void, the five saints looked down at everything.

This Lich War has their own shadow, but it is just a fuel tone. There will be such a battle between the two tribes!

After this battle... If both tribes were both injured and lost the favor of heaven, the saints would no longer be afraid of the great cause and effect of disobeying the favor of heaven. At that time, the human race supported by the saints inherited the lost favor of heaven...

Then they will no longer be the existence of the supernatural power of Hunyou Dao Fruit, and the saints will become the real masters of the prehistoric world!

Hongjun did not come out, and the battle was irreversible. The five people said in unison with satisfaction: "The human race should prosper!!"

The only absent saint, Nuwa, was in the Wa Palace at this moment, looking at Lu Ya who was kneeling and worshiping continuously.

The last prince of Jin Crow has long lost his energy and was sent here by his father, thinking that if there is any accident, he can ask Nuwa, the nominal demon emperor, for a while.

How could he not know how much trouble his brother caused?

So I could only beg Nuwa to come out of the mountain and help the demon clan with help.

But no matter how he begged, Nuwa just responded calmly.

Lu Ya bowed heavily again. When he looked up, even the Saint's Dojo shook for a while.

Looking back, the vast world is already misty, and the fluctuations that evaporate from time to time make a world tremble.
Chapter completed!