Retracting the ever-changing secrets of the law, Zhang Qian stood up and looked towards Mount Buzhou.
Just now, he received a message from Qiang Yi and Zhu Rong. After a hundred prehistoric years, the Wu Clan had finally prepared everything and was about to launch an army to attack the sky.
Over the past hundred years, the Wu Clan has been frantically extracting the Pangu remnants of the Buzhou Mountains and using them to create fortunes for their people. Now the Wu Clan has tens of billions of people!
With such a terrifying number, the Wu Clan is no longer limited by the constraints of population. The battle between Fengzu, Dijun, and Kunpeng of the Eastern Land has long since ended. As the number of the Wu Clan increases sharply, they join forces with Emperor Jun to attack the Eastern Land, allowing the Eastern Land to The sects and sects on the ground are retreating steadily, and countless sects and sects have been destroyed, or fallen into the devil's path and become demon sects and demon sects.
The remaining immortal monks could only rely on the power of Fengzu, Emperor Jitian, and Gai Xianfan, and were trapped near the disappeared Shouyang Mountain.
The ruin-like Shouyang Mountain has become the only remaining pure land in the eastern land, and the rest of the land is occupied by the witches and demons.
However, the war situation in the western land has never changed. Taoist Yuqing relies on the Zhuxian Sword Formation and is firmly stuck there like a nail. The heavenly gods, the Zerg tribe, and the demon tribe are fighting endlessly on this vast battlefield, but it is No one can overpower the other.
The Demon Clan lives and dies, lives and dies again, over and over again, and cannot be completely wiped out.
The same is true for the Zerg. King Pan sits on the Sumeru Mountain, constantly creating more Zerg, and then uses the evolutionary sacred stone to make each Zerg into a being comparable to a divine weapon, and continuously joins the battlefield.
Since the confrontation between the two Pangu true forms, the Witch Clan has never come to provoke the Northern Wilderness again. As if they were stimulated, under Hou Tu's order, only a small number of great witches were sent to cooperate with the Demon Clan in attacking the four directions. The great witches and the ancestral witches, however, stick to their own territory and only focus on the good fortune of their people.
After the Wu Clan's crazy extraction, Pangu's pressure in Buzhou Mountain has dropped to a very weak point. Zhang Qian thought to himself that he can completely resist the current Pangu pressure and climb to the top of Buzhou Mountain. This shows that the Wu Clan's ultimate extraction How many Pangu legacy have been preserved.
The price of the emergence of ten trillion witch tribes is that Mount Buzhou has become much more fragile.
"What did Hou Tu plan?"
Zhang Qian asked through the connection of Nine Transformations Xuanyuan Gong.
"Honored Lord, Hou Tu is preparing to divide his troops into four groups to attack the four heavenly gates and sweep across the thirty-three worlds!"
Qiangyi replied.
"How can Hongjun resist the ten trillion witch clan army? I'm looking forward to it!"
He has always been very afraid of Hongjun. After establishing Heavenly Court, Hongjun received magnificent luck and merit. This part of luck and merit will definitely make the opponent's cultivation level further. Not to mention becoming a Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal, it should be more than enough to become a Half-Saint. .
At this moment, the door of the Pangu Temple opened, and the twelve ancestral witches stood outside the temple. Each of them manifested the true form of the ancestral witches. They were all ferocious and vicious, with a height of 100,000 feet!
After a hundred years, the Twelve Ancestral Witches have not been in vain. Their strength has increased greatly. While extracting the Pangu Legacy in Buzhou Mountain to create tribesmen, they themselves are also absorbing the Pangu Legacy, thereby improving their abilities. own strength.
In the past, the true form of the Twelve Ancestral Witches was at most ten thousand feet high, but now it is one hundred thousand feet tall. Standing there, it feels like it is towering over the sky and the earth.
Billions of great witches lead the vast ocean-like witch clan around the Pangu Temple. The witch clan is terrifying because as long as they are created, they will have tyrannical strength. Both men and women have great power.
Rumble...!
The void shook, and the surging aura of the gods and evils rolled around. Twelve ancestral witches, one hundred thousand feet tall, merged in the air and turned into a giant standing tall on the sky and the earth. Pangu's true form reappeared!
Compared with a hundred years ago, Pangu's true form at this moment no longer has any sense of illusion, as if Pangu has returned!
The mighty Pangu pressure surged, sweeping across the entire prehistoric world at an incredible speed. The nine stars in the sky, the vast earth, the vast oceans, and the dim nine ghosts were all enveloped by Pangu's pressure!
"We, the witch clan, are descendants of the Pangu bloodline, and we should be the rulers of this world! Hongjun! You have stolen the throne of heaven and tried to rule all living beings. You are really overestimating your capabilities. Have you ever asked my witch clan?"
The thunderous roar of Pangu's true form resounded throughout the ancient world.
"Today we raise an army to attack the heavens, adhering to Pangu's decree, adhering to the general trend of the ancient world, annihilating the heavens, annihilating the false emperor, and the Wu clan, kill, kill, kill!"
In an instant, it was as if substantial murderous intent rose up, and the mighty murderous intent even turned into a continuous sea of clouds, encompassing ten trillion witch clans.
Boom!
The ten trillion witch clan army surrounding Pangu Temple divided into four torrents and rushed straight towards the four heavenly gates.
The majestic Pangu's true form took long strides, leaving long-lasting footprints in the void. It seemed slow, but in fact every step spanned endless time and space. After a while, he arrived near the Immortal Demonic Mountain in the southern land.
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And the Nantian Immortal Gate is right above the Immortal Demon Mountain!
"here we go!"
Zhang Qian narrowed his eyes. He could see that after the Twelve Ancestral Witches absorbed and refined Pangu's legacy in Buzhou Mountain, their strength had undergone earth-shaking changes.
The power has reached its peak!
"Hongjun, how should you deal with such a powerful Pangu?"
Zhang Qian was very curious, and he watched intently. Not only him, but at this moment, countless battlefields throughout the prehistoric era were strangely quiet, and they were all looking at the true form of Pangu who stood tall and tall on the sky and the earth.
The Immortal Demonic Mountain is the highest sacred mountain in the southern land, even the second sacred mountain in the prehistoric times, and the height of Pangu's true form is actually halfway up the mountainside of the Immortal Demonic Mountain.
Dong dong dong…!
Under the watchful eyes of the entire prehistoric world, Pangu's true form stepped forward in the void, ascending to the heights of the nine heavens in three or two steps.
"open!"
A thunderous roar sounded, and the Kaitian Divine Ax struck down, facing the Nantian Immortal Gate.
"presumptuous!"
Hongjun finally stopped being silent. Along with his scolding, a big hand that covered the sky stretched out from the Nantian Immortal Gate.
This big hand is completely condensed by the power of law. The infinite law threads are intertwined into the skeleton and flesh of the big hand, and there are faint auras of the supreme heaven on it.
Such a method is already the ultimate application of the law. The power of the law is like an arm and a finger in Hongjun's hands, just like instinct.
"It's only a little bit close! How can such a great Hongjun make you enlightened!"
Zhang Qian stood up suddenly. Through the big hand that covered the sky, he could see clearly that Hongjun's current level of cultivation was just a little short of becoming the Golden Immortal of Hunyuan Daluo.
He is not even half a step away from enlightenment. He may become a saint at some time. All that is missing is merit!
Although Hongjun's path to enlightenment with three corpses is cut off, as long as he has enough merit and merit, enlightenment is already a certainty.
"Although I have made all kinds of calculations and targeted you in every possible way, you have still reached this state. If you become a saint, there is no way for me to survive! It will become a joke to achieve the Great Origin World in the Great World!"
Gritting his teeth, Zhang Qian suddenly escaped into the residual jade, soared into the sky, and headed towards the Nantian Immortal Gate.
Boom...!
Before he could reach the Nantian Immortal Gate, the divine ax collided with Hongjun's manifested sky-shielding hand.
Infinite void cracks spread from the place where the two collided, and huge waves of void ripples rolled around, making the void near the Nantian Immortal Gate a mess.