With the Witch-Slaying Sword in hand, Di Jun's threat suddenly rose to the maximum. To the Twelve Ancestral Witches, his danger was even greater than that of Donghuang Taiyi who was holding the Chaos Bell. However, after all, there were only a few demon clansmen, and four against seven
Next, it is difficult for them to make a difference.
Standing in the distance, Lin Heng looked at the people sitting in the meditating group with burning eyes. The light in his eyes was unclear. Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide, and his eyes were filled with light. At the top of Buzhou Mountain, the four demon clans were fighting.
Sheng made an inexplicable turn, and Tai Yi came to the front. Di Jun stood beside him, Fu Xi was in the middle, and Kun Peng was at the end. Their sudden movements made Zu Wu's men stop. At this time, the lyre in Fu Xi's hand burst out with seven-colored light, and seven different rays.
The sound instantly locked the sky, making everyone feel as if their movements were stagnant.
If it was just like this, the ancestral witches would not be afraid, but then the Chaos Bell rang, and the powerful force of time and space prohibition strengthened again. Even as strong as the ancestral witches, there was a brief pause.
This opportunity is enough!
The witch-slaying sword in Emperor Jun's hand glowed brightly, and the blood-colored brilliance covered the sky. When all the blood light disappeared, Emperor Jun had already taken a step forward from the four of them, and the witch-slaying sword in his hand was inserted into Liao Sui's heart.
"Producing!"
The other six ancestral witches grieved, and Di Jiang roared even more angrily. With a shake, he escaped from the confinement of Fuxi Qin and the Chaos Bell. His speed reached its limit, and he suddenly appeared above the four of them in a flash, swinging down the wooden stick in his hand.
This stick directly planned the formation of the four people, and the other five people also roared and pestered Di Jun and others. Di Jiang looked at Fu Xi fiercely and shouted: "Leave Di Jun to me, Xuan Ming goes
Hang on to Kunpeng and go to Gonggong to stop Taiyi. The three of you will kill Fuxi for me."
In anger, Di Jiang showed his boss style and took command directly on the battlefield. None of the other five people refused. Although they usually fought a bit, at this critical moment, they still had a very tacit understanding.
In order for Zhu Jiuyin, Gou Mang, and Shebishi to kill Fu Xi, Di Jiang and others used brute force to scatter the other three people. It seems that Zhu Jiuyin, a gloomy guy, took a look and quickly entangled him.
Fuxi and the other two also attacked from two sides.
As Nuwa's brother, Fuxi's cultivation is extraordinary. If others faced the siege of the three ancestral witches, they would only have defense power left. But Fuxi, Nuwa's brother, has been taken care of by Nuwa. You
Look at the small cauldron above his head. Isn't it the Qiankun Ding? This treasure has unparalleled defense. It is placed on top of his head, but he is not afraid of their attacks. This is the case with Fuxi, who just wants to hurt the three ancestors.
Witchcraft, but also difficult.
The situation seemed to be in such a confrontation all of a sudden, and then a roaring sound attracted everyone's attention. In the place where the lich was fighting, Zhu Rong laughed wildly. He was holding a quasi-sage in his hand, and he was actually killing people.
They started fighting. The man's spirit wanted to run away, but Zhu Rong opened his mouth, and a ball of black flame instantly swallowed his spirit.
Zhu Rong killed his quasi-sage opponent, and immediately flew aside to help Xizi and Qiangliang. With his help, the two demon quasi-sages also fell one after another. The three of them were just killing one corpse.
The cultivation level is not as good as that of the ancestral witch. At this time, it is a two-on-one, three-on-one situation. Naturally, it will be captured quickly. Once this side is captured, Di Jun and others will be in danger over there.
It's not that the people of the Monster Clan don't understand this truth, so when Zhu Rong killed his opponent, Di Jun's face became cold and cold. He looked at Di Jiang who had been entangled with him, biting his silver teeth secretly.
"Go!" Hetu Luoshu turned into a Yin-Yang Tai Chi and shined into the void. The flying Di Jiang stopped. However, when Di Jun was stabbed by the witch-slaying sword, he dodged. However, Di Jun's attack did not hit him.
It was over. Behind him, a figure suddenly flew out and struck Di Jiang, who had just dodged the Witch-Slaying Sword. The intertwined light of gold and silver immediately enveloped Di Jiang and hit him straight.
on the body.
"Di Jiang, come and die!"
Di Jun roared wildly, and the Witch-Slaying Sword struck again accurately, and the sword was nailed into Di Jiang's heart. His eyes widened, looking at the bloody sword at his heart, his face turned red, and then he became crazy.
"Di Jun, you come to die with me!" The crazy Di Jiang grabbed Di Jun at the last moment of his life, and his body suddenly swelled up. He looked like he was obviously about to self-destruct, but everything happened too quickly.
Quickly, Di Jun couldn't escape. His face was horrified. Just when he thought he was going to die, the person who attacked Di Jiang suddenly appeared next to them. He turned into a giant and stopped Di Jiang from self-destructing.
"Xihe..." Di Jun looked pale as he looked at the huge figure in front of him. Although he survived, his wife Chang Xi, Xi and his empress died trying to stop the aftermath of Di Jiang's self-destruction.
"Ah...kill!" In an instant, Di Jun also went crazy. Holding the witch-slaying sword, he approached Gonggong who was entangled in Taiyi. However, Di Jiang's death also made the ancestral witches go crazy. Three of them died.
A brother.
"Di Jun, you go to hell!" Zhu Rong and the other three people who came over quickly suppressed Gong Gong before Di Jun could attack him. Di Jun didn't care, he swung his long sword and struck at the three of them. If the previous three
People were wary of the Witch-Slaying Sword and did not dare to fight head-on, but the three crazy people ignored it and rushed over, bombarding the Witch-Slaying Sword at the same time.
Although this sword restrained the ancestral witches, it could not achieve success in the face of the joint attack of the three ancestral witches. Moreover, those three crazy guys took advantage of the moment when the witch-slaying sword was crooked, and bullied the emperor.
Jun beat.
"Brother..." Tai's expression changed drastically, the Chaos Bell in his hand rang wildly, and his mana was exerted to its maximum. He forced Gonggong back in one fell swoop, and with a flash of his body, he appeared in the sky above Emperor Jun. The Chaos Bell shone, and the Emperor was
Jun sucked it out and kept it inside the bell body. The four ancestral wizards saw it and quickly surrounded the two people under the Chaos Bell, bombarding them indiscriminately.
On the other side, Zhu Jiuyin and three others who were besieging Fu Xi were making achievements. Their bombardment also continued. Even Fu Xi, who had the Qiankun Cauldron, could not stop the crazy three ancestral wizards. At this time, Fu Xi's mana had already been exhausted.
His face was even more pale, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding uncontrollably. He knew that if he continued like this, his death would be inevitable.
"Brother, I am afraid that my sister will not be able to participate in this battle. Other saints will not let my sister leave the Wa Palace."
"Brother, I figured that you would be in trouble this time. This Qiankun Ding is a defensive treasure. I hope that I will bring it with you."
"Brother, can you not go..."
Before the battle, in the Wa Palace, Nuwa's words were recalled in his ears word by word. Under the Qiankun Cauldron, Fuxi showed a smile, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes, "Sister, you were right this time, but for the sake of the monster clan
, Brother has to come. This is the last time, so let me do my best for the demon clan."
"Zhu Jiuyin, let's die together!" Looking at Zhu Jiuyin who was attacking, Fuxi roared and suddenly let go of the guard of the Qiankun Cauldron, letting Zhu Jiuyin plunge into his arms. Zhu Jiuyin knew
No, he wanted to pull away, but Fuxi grabbed him tightly, and his hand was inserted into Fuxi's chest.
"Monster clan, let me, Fuxi, do the last thing for you!" During the roar, Fuxi's body exploded with a bang, and a quasi-sage self-destructed again. The power of that decision was so powerful that even the ancestral witch couldn't even think of self-destructing.
Survive, especially this kind of face-to-face self-destruction.
"Zhu Jiuyin..." Jumang and Shebishi's expressions changed drastically. But before they could get up, they were blown away by Fuxi's self-destruction. Even the Qiankun Cauldron in the sky was blown away, and everything else
Calm down, where are the shadows of Fuxi and Zhu Jiuyin?
Jumang and Shebishi felt sad in their hearts. They looked up at Kunpeng, Dijun, and Taiyi one by one, and shouted: "Monster clan, suffer death!"
Among the six majors, only Kunpeng was lucky. Xuanming was the only one struggling with him, which gave him considerable strength. Kunpeng, who was smart, knew that he could not take the initiative to go up, otherwise he would die.
He knew that his life was in danger when he joined the Monster Clan. Now that the quasi-sages of the Monster Clan have fallen one by one, and three ancestral witches have also fallen, he is even more frightened. He is not Fuxi, and he will not blow himself up for the sake of the Monster Clan.
, he cherishes his life even more. He knows that he must find a way to escape, otherwise he will definitely die here.
Various thoughts were flashing in his mind, but Kunpeng's men were not slow and fought vigorously with Xuan Ming. The battle on the other side was even more brutal. The six ancestral wizards went crazy and attacked Di Jun and Tai Yi. However, they had
Protected by the Chaos Bell, there was no life-threatening danger for the time being, and he took the opportunity to leave sword marks on the bodies of the six ancestral witches. There was no way, the witch-slaying sword was too powerful, and it left a bloody mark, and the ancestral witches who had gone crazy were also
I can't care about that much anymore.
Looking at such a tragic battle in the distance, everyone felt sad. Lin Heng felt even more uncomfortable when he saw the fallen ancestral wizards. But at this time, he could not intervene, so he could only watch.
.
Just as he was lamenting, a stream of light passed by in the distance. Lin Heng frowned, looked sideways, and was slightly stunned. "The aura of Taiyin, it's her!" Through the aura of the visitor and her stunning beauty,
Lin Heng immediately guessed who it was from his appearance. This person was none other than Chang Xi's sister, Chang'e, the other of the two goddesses of Taiyin.
Lin Heng had guessed before that she should have died in this battle. Now it seems that she was participating in this battle. Judging from the unstable aura around her, she was obviously very sad. In this way, she was
I found out about my sister's death.
'Should I stop her...' Lin Heng hesitated in his heart, but Chang'e did not hesitate. She knew the moment her sister died. She was extremely sad in her heart. Thinking of everything about her sister, she rushed over like crazy to kill her.
Avenge your sister. The feelings of children are just like Emperor Jun, Taiyi, Jie Yin, and Zhunti. They cannot be understood by others.
No, before Lin Heng could stop her, she rushed over and flew to the top of Buzhou Mountain to seek revenge on the ancestral witches.
Of course, Lin Heng's hesitation did not last long. He had already made up his mind to stop Chang'e, but when she was close, Lin Heng gave up this idea, because Chang'e had already burned his own soul, and he had to stop it by himself.
She can't survive either. Rather than this, it's better to let her go.
"Emotions and hatred really make people crazy!"
Looking at Chang'e rushing into the battlefield, Lin Heng sighed secretly. As a descendant, Lin Heng understands this kind of emotion and hatred better than the natives of the ancient times, but just because he understands it, he becomes more helpless.
Everyone says to let go of hatred, let go of hatred, but when it's your turn, who can let it go? Isn't it difficult for me to let go of my friendship with the Twelve Ancestral Witches?
