Zhu Rong was covered in flames and was killing many demon clans unscrupulously. Suddenly, Di Jun appeared in front of his eyes. A ball of golden thunder light crashed down with a roar. This thunder was strong and fierce. It was the Golden Yang God cultivated by Di Jun. Thunder, containing strong Qian Yang Qi, fell and hit one of Zhu Rong's arms. He immediately trembled all over and his arms were faintly burnt black.
With a groan, Zhu Rong took a few steps back, looked at Di Jun, and sneered: "Di Jun, you finally showed up. Let's have a fight today to see how much weight you, the demon emperor, have." After the words fell, Zhu Rong said He took action brazenly, stretched out his hand, and a fiery red halberd appeared. When the halberd fell, a harsh whistling sound sounded, bringing with it a blazing hot wind, as if it was about to burn the world. Wherever it passed, the space was distorted and changed, making People are timid.
This halberd came so fast, like a red divine light, piercing the void, appearing above Di Jun's eyebrows in the blink of an eye, trying to pierce his head directly, Zhu Rong's ferociousness was evident.
The witch clan itself has the most exquisite and fierce fighting skills, and Zhu Rong, as the ancestral witch, is the best among them. At this time, just one strike of the halberd has earth-shattering power.
Di Jun's face was so hot that he felt like his hair was about to be burnt. He was the incarnation of the three-legged Golden Crow and was best at the way of fire. But facing Zhu Rong's killing move of the halberd and communicating with the law of fire, he still felt a lot of pressure. .
"What an Ancestral Witch of Fire. He actually has such divine power, and his combat strength is even greater than his own cultivation level." Di Jun was secretly shocked. He had already known about the fighting power of the Witch Clan, but today it was still the first time. Once he met an opponent of Zuwu's level, he was put under huge pressure as soon as he fought, and he didn't dare to be negligent. With a thought, Emperor Jun appeared in the clouds behind his head, and golden clouds fell down. Above the Qingyun, a mysterious picture scroll suddenly flew out. It rotated, bringing with it the whistling wind, the misty glow, and the rising and falling shadows of countless mountains and rivers, which made the picture scroll even more magical. This treasure , it is a top-quality innate spiritual treasure that Di Jun possesses, Hetu.
Hetu flew out and collided hard with Zhu Rong's euphorbia. A thunderous explosion sounded, and terrifying ripples spread in all directions. Along the way, he passed palaces, pavilions, fairy mountains and treasured places, all here. The waves were shattered under the ripples, and a large number of warriors from the Lich and Lich tribes also died in their aftermath.
A fight at the quasi-sage level is not something that ordinary people can bear. Those under the Great Luo Jinxian may be directly destroyed in the aftermath of their battle.
Buzz, a melodious bell rang, and a big bronze bell fell from the sky, like a stream of light, and hit Gonggong's shoulder with a pop. Even with Gonggong's strong body, under this big bell, He was still staggered by the smash, half of his body was numb, and his bones as tough as iron made strange cracking sounds.
Donghuang Taiyi arrived, and as soon as he arrived, he took the lead and shocked Gonggong with the Donghuang Bell.
Next, Kunpeng, Fuxi, and other powerful monsters descended one after another, each one exuding a terrifying aura, suppressing the heaven and earth, and freezing time and space.
"Di Jiang, it seems that your witch clan is going to have a decisive battle with our demon clan."
The battle between Di Jun and Zhu Rong has temporarily stopped. Now the great powers of the demon clan have gathered together, and the twelve ancestral witches have also gathered one after another. The two sides are clashing with each other in a mighty and mighty way. The void in the middle keeps making crackling sounds, and they are about to Twisted and broken.
Di Jun shouted loudly.
"Haha, Di Jun, sooner or later there will be a war between our two clans. This ancient world was created by Father God. We, the witch clan, are of Pangu's bloodline and are the real masters of this world. What virtues do you, the demon clan, have?"
How dare you seize the throne of the Emperor of Heaven and take charge of the ancient world and the stars, it is simply unbelievable! Today our Wu Clan raises our troops to completely conquer these thirty-three days!"
Di Jiang stepped forward and killed in a solemn and solemn manner, like the sound of clanging gold and iron.
"Okay, then there's nothing more to say. You and I have just done it today."
Di Jun didn't say much and went straight to the fight. He and Di Jiang were both heads of the clan. There was no need to play any tricks at this time. If you don't accept it, just do it.
Only this is the most correct choice. Crush the past with absolute strength. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. The truth is that simple.
"Heavenly subordinates obey the order, Lord Zhou Tianxing, and arrange the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation." Di Jun stopped rambling, and came up with the most powerful method of the demon clan, the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation.
I saw a loud promise, and starlight burst through the sky around me. In an instant, the world turned upside down and turned into stars. All the monster warriors disappeared without a trace, seemingly hidden in the vast void.
In the depths, no breath was revealed, which looked extremely strange.
Emperor Jun was in the center of the Zhoutian Starry Formation, and two treasures flew out from his body, a silk-like scroll and a tortoise shell-like slip, each of which emitted auspicious glow and charm. It was exactly this set of treasures in the Hetu Luoshu
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As soon as these two treasures came out, they instantly merged into the starry sky and once again formed a powerful formation, the Hunyuan Heluo Formation.
Now that the Monster Clan is facing an opponent like the Witch Clan, it has finally begun to show off its most ferocious fangs, the Zhoutian Star Dou Formation and the Hunyuan Heluo Formation. The two formations are combined into one, and their power is simply immeasurable.
"Di Jiang, today is the day when your Wu clan will be destroyed." Di Jun's cold voice came from the vast starry sky, and then a bright and cold starlight suddenly appeared, sweeping across a group of Wu clan warriors in an instant. This is
The stars of the Zhoutian Star Dou Formation were all extremely powerful, and the terrifying aspect of it was immediately revealed. A large number of tens of thousands of Wu Clan warriors fell completely under this blow and returned to the world. The Wu Clan had no Yuan.
God only has a physical body. Once the physical body dies, it turns into dust and returns to heaven and earth, just like Pangu. There is no such thing as the reincarnation of a residual soul.
Although the Wu clan is good at fighting, they are now trapped in the vast depths of the starry sky, which is boundless. Moreover, even the demon clan has disappeared without a trace. Even if they want to fight, they cannot find an opponent. Instead, they are killed by the stars of the demon clan.
Continuous sneak attacks, in the blink of an eye, three or four stars swept across a large area of Wu warriors.
Many ancestral witches and great witches were livid at this time. If they died in the battle, the witch clan would not be afraid at all, but now they are being killed by the stars condensed by the formation and are constantly attacking, and they feel that their power is nowhere to be used.
For the Witch Clan, this was a bit crazy. The bad-tempered Witch Clan soldier ignored him and howled into the depths of the starry sky. However, he was strangled by rays of starlight in the middle of the way, and his death was extremely tragic.
"Brother, we can't do this anymore. This crow, Di Jun, is so despicable. He even used the power of a large formation to strangle me, the son of the Wu clan."
Zhu Rong, who had the most fiery temper, roared angrily when he saw this situation.
"Do the demon clan think that the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation can do anything to us? It is simply a delusion. Brothers and sisters, we have set up the Heavenly God Sha Formation."
Di Jiang's face was ashen. He also knew that the current situation of the Wu Clan was not good. How could a single individual be the opponent of the formation? What's more, the Zhoutian Star Dou Formation of the Monster Clan was very powerful. This place was even more powerful in the Thirty-three Days.
Among them, those ancient stars are very close. The demon clan used the power of a large formation to pull the starlight around the sky and was able to condense an independent starry sky world. This kind of power is too huge and can be resisted by extraordinary means.
So Di Jiang broke out, and he wanted to use the most powerful means of the Wu clan.
At this time, the twelve ancestral witches looked solemn and pious, and roared in the sky, turning into their true forms, either a strange big bird, or a strange man with a black dragon on his feet and snakes pierced through his ears, etc. Each of these monsters was ten thousand feet tall.
High and low, as soon as they appeared, the starry sky world seemed to pause slightly, as if it was difficult to bear their weight. The twelve ancestral witches appeared in their true form and were about to explode completely.
Waves of earth-shaking momentum radiated from the numerous ancestral witches. Each of the twelve ancestral witches took a wonderful position. The twelve people joined forces to vaguely form a unique formation. The desolate and vast, domineering and tragic momentum rolled out.
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At this moment, just after the Twelve Ancestral Witches activated the Dutian Divine Evil Formation, the entire prehistoric world also underwent tremendous changes. Waves of dark evil energy rolled from the sky and the earth, from the four poles of the east, west, south, north, and deep underground.
, the endless sea of blood, the boundless evil spirits of all kinds of dangerous places were attracted, and the desolate and primitive auras were born from nothingness and then were attracted.
A cloud of misty black energy completely enveloped the figure of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. The next moment, the figure of the Twelve Ancestral Witches disappeared. A tall man appeared on the spot. This big man was dressed in animal skins, simple and vast, with exposed skin.
The muscles are knotted, and there is a faint layer of green light flowing, and the face is a bit blurry, as if it is not clear, like an illusion.
As soon as this big man appeared, the world was shaken. Where he was, the heaven and earth seemed to be unable to accommodate him. All the powers of the void were distorted, forming a vacuum around the big man. At the same time, the entire prehistoric world seemed to have undergone tremendous changes.
A majestic, mysterious, and ancient aura covered the entire prehistoric world, which was even more mysterious and profound than the aura when Hongjun and Nuwa became a saint.
Pangu!
This information appears in the minds of all living beings, and only Pangu's aura can resonate with the entire prehistoric world. After all, this world was created by Pangu, and it was transformed by his flesh and blood essence. It can be said that it is the original creation of the prehistoric world.
Every corner is full of Pangu's aura, and even the entire prehistoric world can be regarded as Pangu's body. This kind of heritage is not generally comparable.
All the great supernatural powers were shocked, and they woke up from their retreats one after another.
Taoist Sanqing, Xingyin Zhunti, Xuehai Minghe, Wuzhuangguanzhen Yuanzi, Huoyundong Hongyun and other great supernatural powers all clearly sensed that Pangu's aura reappeared in the ancient world.