When Nuwa heard this, she sneered and did not answer, and directly ignored Di Jiang.

Di Jiang's face darkened. Although he was angry, he was a wise ancestor witch. The twelve ancestor witches were all led by him, not only his strength, but also his wisdom and leadership.

The witch clan is very smart, can withstand temptation, can resist the murderous intent before the Five Emperors come out, and forced the Five Emperors to come out.

They can level the Heavenly Court. But if they level the Demon Clan, they will become rootless clans, and the Five Emperors will not come out to fight with them again. On the contrary, keep the Heavenly Court, and the Five Emperors will definitely fight with the ancestor witch to protect the Heavenly Court.

There was no killing Kunpeng, but it was just seriously injured. If the five emperors did not take action in front of the demons, all demons would lose their hearts. When the demon clan was in trouble, only the demon masters fought to protect the tribe, but the five emperors who they regarded as gods did not come out and did not come to save the demon master.

All the situations are destined to fight to the death!

Now the situation is destined to die.

As for whom the death is, we should judge the level of combat power, not the Taoist practice!

Buzhou Mountain, the first mountain in the prehistoric world, the eternal silence and pure land, was stained with lich blood today!

Blood fell like rain in the ninth level of heaven, and blood rain gathered into a river that rushed down to the breeze.

In the sea of ​​blood, Styx laughed wildly, "Kill, die, slaughter it all the time!"

At the Donghai Ancestral Acupoint, Ao Guang asked carefully: "First Ancestor, will you take action?"

Dan Dan, the founder of Huanglong, said: "Why should I take action?"

Ao Guang felt relieved. The only thing the Dragon Clan could rely on now was this ancestor. If the ancestor participated in a war of such a level, he would be the most powerful and might die!

As for the demon clan, his dragon clan is just a vassal in the name, and it is impossible for him to have sincerity.

Kunlun, Lao Tzu and Yuanshi Tianzun sit against each other and hold the black and white sons, and in a game. Beside Yuanshi, the disciples he received from Taohua Temple were now Taiyi Jinxian, who respectfully served the teacher.

There was a bloody storm outside the mountain, but there were birds singing and flowers blooming in the mountain. Yuanshi fell a son and said, "Senior brother, as a saint, Junior Sister Nuwa participated in the Lich tribulation. Isn't it right?"

I said expressionlessly: "Although we are saints, we have not yet become saints. This vast disaster of heaven and earth is still very involved!" After that, a black piece entered the game, and the black piece was connected. The peaceful chess game in this painting instantly turned into a ten-side ambush, and Yuanshi Baizi was defeated in an instant.

Yuanshi was stunned and said, "It's still my senior brother who is very good at chess."

I shook my head, "Although this chess skill is great, but with your and my powerful soul deduction, there will naturally be no mistakes. Even if you and I have to play for thousands of years, there will be no winner or loser.

After all, it is your junior brother who is not calm. If you want to learn this, even though he is active and wary, he may be able to keep quiet."

Yuan Shi frowned when he heard this, "What my senior brother said is good, but I am just worried about the one on Jianmu.

The demon clan had no idea what adventures there were. Taiyi and Nuwa were leading us into half a step ahead of Hunyuan. This was OK, but the Lord of the Tao was going to achieve Hunyuan!

If you don’t cut off your building, you will stand against the sky. The way of heaven is hard tolerant. I will never be able to cut off my corpse with my own way!"

After hearing this, I was silent. "After all, he had a part of Pangu's luck. On Mount Buzhou, he was still in love with our Three Pure Land.

I can't help you."

Yuanshi was shocked, "Can you bear the demon clan?

Emperor Jun Taiyi of the Demon Clan, Xi and Immortal, how can you use your own way to kill the third corpse? Could it be that the senior brother wants to use the merit of the Heaven to kill the third corpse with merit?"

I am still as calm as a canal of clear water, without tides. "Although my Tai Chi Yin and Yang Dao cannot be perfected because of the existence of the Tai Yin and Sun, my Tao is not only achieved through Yin and Yang.

When the time comes, you can understand the future. Practice and plan are the means, and you can take it naturally. The pursuit of your own self is the fundamental one."

Yuanshi was upset and suddenly stood up and said, "If Jianmu does not cut off, I can only kill the last corpse with my merits. I will never give up until the end."

I was silent for a moment, and finally said the heart-wrenching words. "But if you are not a saint, you cannot cut Jianmu. Even if the three pure ones arrive, you cannot cut it. At this moment, that person is about to reach the height of half a step in Hunyuan!"

Yuanshi's face sank and he closed his mouth.

Guangchengzi sighed in his heart, Master, you speak so straightly, you will pierce the master's heart.

On Mount Buzhou, the twelve ancestors and witches fought into a circle. This circle was so big that it surrounded the five imperial ranks of the Heavenly Court.

Xuan Ming looked at Nuwa coldly and said, "I still remember the knife from that year, and it's time to pay it back today."

Nuwa raised her eyebrows and said, "Then how many more will I cut you?"

Xuan Ming shouted angrily: "You are looking for death!"

"So what? The defeated general under his command?" Nuwa said the opposite.

Zhu Jiuyin sneered: "There is no obstacle now. I want to see who else can protect you?"

Fuxi stepped forward and said coldly, "I'm still there."

Nuwa felt relieved and said with a smile: "Brother, what are you talking about with a half-blind man?"

Zhu Jiuyin's face was instantly gloomy. He could not open his eyes, but could only open and close his left eyes according to the movement of the sun and the moon, or close his right eyes, or close his left eyes and open his right eyes. Otherwise, his eyes would open at the same time, and the backlash of the disordered sun and the moon would be enough for him to suffer, because there were three great gods of Taiyin and Sun standing in front of him! So he could only open and half-close, which was indeed strange.

It’s just that he is a ancestral witch who has been sleeping all year round and does not understand the art of speaking, so he shut up.

Taiyi smiled and said, "Huang Wa is so charming!"

Nuwa raised her eyebrows and smiled, saying that these words cannot be said from the mouths of their demon emperor and the god of war, because they are the gods in the hearts of the people of the demon clan, and I am afraid that the two on the Sun Star will not curse.

Houtu was silent for a moment. It was the majestic moment of the war between the two tribes, but the wind gradually deviated.

Fortunately, they had already set their positions while the few people were talking.

Houtu Dandan said: "What is the use of saying goodbye? Let's see what you want to know!

Everyone, array!"

The twelve ancestor witches immediately showed their true bodies, and separated the twelve directions around the majestic and imperfect turbulent states.

Although Di Jun didn't know what the witch clan was, he also hurriedly said, "Please take action, the witch clan is weird, don't let it line up!"

He nodded too much and realized in an instant that the Donghuang Bell was shaking. This time, he personally shook the treasure. Circles of golden sound waves swept across the void, like golden waves rushing straight towards Shebi corpse, Rushou, and the three ancestor witches of Dijiang. At the same time, he held the best innate spiritual treasure obtained from the Fenbao Cliff and pointed at Shebi corpse.

Di Jiang let out a long roar from his mouth, and raised his palms and rods to smash the space around him. The space was turbulent and scattered, blocking the sound waves between the two of them.

Shebi's corpse was exploring her single palm, and the terrifying corpse energy attached to her palm actually grabbed the extremely sharp fingering sword!

"I will accept this sword on my behalf!"

Taiyi sneered and said nothing, but kept shaking the divine clock.

The next moment, a golden divine fire suddenly appeared on the Sword of the Sword. The vast flame encountered the poisonous energy of the corpse. The yin and yang collided, and suddenly exploded. Shebi's corpse's palm was flesh-and-blooded lake.

He said frightenedly: "Even the true sun fire will not break my corpse evil so easily!"

Taiyi did not answer, this fire was the more domineering sun god fire that he realized after becoming the sun god!

Every step of Taiyi, he shook the Donghuang Bell. The three ancestor witches not only had the sound of chaos, but also were filled with the extremely hot sun divine fire!

Among the three ancestor witches, Jumang's ancestor witch is the most passive. The divine fire overcomes wood. His witchcraft is simply useless and he has lost nearly half of his strength.

Only Dijiang relies on the magical power of space to fight with Donghuang in no way.

Di Jun pointed to the River Tu Luoshu and took the initiative to meet the powerful Zhurong and Gonggong.

Zhu Rong shook the Lihuo flag in his hand, and the endless Lihuo in the Southern Ming Dynasty burned and rolled towards Di Jun.

But Di Jun was originally the god of fire. Even if the fire belongs to different ones, the fire of the sun is the sect of all fires in the world. Zhu Rong's fire could not do anything to him.

Gonggong angrily drew the water all over the sky, and endless water vapor formed a sea to trap Di Jun.

Di Jun stretched out his hand, the Luoshu turned, the Tiangang and the Earth Demons reversed, Gonggong Kan water led to Zhurong's Nanming Li fire, and the water and fire did not melt, and the two were exhausted.

Di Juntai takes a selective matchup, giving full play to their respective advantages to the greatest extent.

Nuwa lifted her sword and went into battle again. The red clouds in the sky broke through the heavy black ice, separated the thousands of rain curtains, and took Xuanming straight.

Xuan Ming was shocked. She thought that she had reached the state of power through the fusion of the heart of the father and god, and was not much different from Nuwa, but she did not expect that Nuwa's cultivation would improve again, far better than before!

At this time, Zhu Jiuyin's right eye opened, and time stood up like a veil, wrapping up Nuwa's red-sleeved knife, closed her left eye, time reversed, and the red-sleeved knife retaliated against its master.

Nuwa's face turned cold, her palace clothes retreated, and she changed into a blood-red battle robe, blocking the backlash, and then swung her backhand, and the Qiankun Cauldron was thrown out, turning into a billion feet in the air, smashing towards Zhu Jiuyin.

Time can reverse the spiritual treasure, but can it overcome the Hongmeng treasure?

Zhu Jiuyin's face turned ugly and the true body of the ancestor witch suddenly exerted force. A long river of time that was about meter wide slowly emerged. It turned around and divided the gravity of the Qiankun Cauldron into almost all, and then dragged the sky to hold the Qiankun Cauldron Cauldron.

Zhu Jiuyin instantly collapsed on his feet for thousands of miles, and he fell to the ground with one knee, which was difficult to support.

Nuwa sneered. She had filled the Qiankun Cauldron with billions of stars in the sea of ​​stars. The combined weight was even heavier than half the prehistoric world. Even the ancestor witch would be suppressed by her!

When Fuxi saw Nuwa killing the world, his eyebrows raised lightly, and he played the strings of the piano and played the sound of the zither. The wheel of sound appeared behind him. The sound of the piano was like endless blades, like countless needles hidden in the sky, and endless lingering silk threads, which bound the Jin ancestor Rushou and Feng ancestor Wu Tianwu.

Xi He raised his hand, and the time behind him was like a waterfall that swept billions of thunder. The terrifying purple-black thunder and pure white waterfall met. Thunder and lightning were exerted to the extreme, time was endless, and thunder and lightning roared through endless time.

In the Heavenly Court, Qi held the finger blood knife and easily cut off a witch's head. In the instant of the head, a few drops of blood splashed out on his cold face.

Qi looked back several times and looked at the sky. Even if the ancestor witches stood on the earth, their heads were higher than twenty heavens. So he looked up at the ancestor witches standing on the ground in the ninth heaven!

He sensed that Brother A was back, and when he saw that there was no Brother A in the sky, he felt relieved because Qi remembered that Brother A said that as long as he was on Jianmu, no one would hurt him.

Such a war, such an ancestor witch, is too terrifying, and he doesn't want his brother to join the war.

Even though Qing Ling is the demon ancestor of the demon clan, he is unshirkable when the demon clan is in danger. This is his duty and responsibility.

But in Qi's heart, Qingling was just his brother, not the demon ancestor, not the most powerful man, but his brother, as long as he was safe.

The Immortal Level of Heavenly Court is 30,000, but the blood of Lich corpse cannot be accumulated.

Countless witch tribes climbed to the Heavenly Court from Mount Buzhou, and then "flyed down" Buzhou from the Heavenly Court.

Countless witch corpses were thrown into the heavenly court, and when they fell in the air, they turned into ashes and returned to heaven and earth!
To be continued...