Let's talk about the fact that Pangu's true form dispersed the Zhoutian Starry Formation with an axe, but he himself also reached the limit. The physical strength of the twelve ancestral witches finally could no longer carry Pangu's mighty power. The illusory figure collapsed and transformed back into the true form of the ancestral witch.
appearance.
But now they all look sluggish, their bodies have been severely injured, and they have almost lost most of their combat effectiveness.
When Emperor Jun saw that the situation was indeed as he expected, with the death of countless demon soldiers in exchange for heavy losses to the ancestral witch, the excitement in his eyes increased even more.
Although he also suffered some injuries, he was much better than the ancestral witches. With a wave of his hand, he led the remaining demon masters to kill the twelve ancestral witches like a rainbow.
Di Jun stepped into the realm of the late quasi-sage. One person's strength was enough to fight against five or six ancestral witches. In addition, all twelve ancestral witches were seriously injured and were beaten back in an instant.
Xing Tian, Hou Yi and other great witches wanted to rush forward to help, but were blocked by the remaining Da Ba Da Demon Gods and other Da Luo Jinxian masters.
In the melee so far, not only the demon clan has been killed and injured, but also their vitality has been severely damaged. The witch clan has also not received any favors. The army that was the first to rush into the heaven was almost completely destroyed by the torrent of stars and rocks in the sky.
At this time, Donghuang Taiyi fought against the three ancestral witches Xuan Ming, Qiang Liang, and Tian Wu with great bravery. The three ancestral witches were seriously injured and retreated steadily, and new injuries were added every moment.
Outside the Nantian Gate, stumps and broken arms were flying across the sky, and blood rained like a waterfall, constantly splashing on the primitive land. The bloody atmosphere rushed into the sky, and there was sorrow between heaven and earth.
His spiritual thoughts swept across the battlefield, and he looked at each other incomprehensibly with Emperor Jun. Donghuang Taiyi's eyes suddenly ignited with golden flames. He opened his mouth and spat out, and a large ball of essence and blood sprayed on the Donghuang Bell, and then shook the divine bell with all his strength.
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The Donghuang Bell received a mouthful of essence and blood as a blood sacrifice, and it immediately buzzed and trembled. A majestic force that suppressed the universe and space surged out from the sound waves, sweeping across the world in an instant.
This power is so powerful that it shakes all directions and changes the color of mountains and rivers. But the strange thing is that wherever they pass along the way, the lichs all feel nothing like the breeze blowing on their faces. Only the Twelve Ancestral Witches who bear the brunt are rushed by this power, and their vision suddenly changes.
A black and white color, as if the heaven and earth were first divided, before time and space appeared.
Although this feeling was only fleeting, in the outside world, their bodies and even their minds were frozen for a moment.
A cold light flashed in Di Jun's eyes. Taking advantage of the momentary stagnation of the opponent in front of him, he immediately used his late-stage quasi-sage cultivation to sacrifice the Tianmang Divine Sword with all his strength.
The seven magic swords flashed away, locking the time tightly with the ancestor Wu Zhu Jiuyin, the wise man of the Wu clan who was afraid of him. Before Zhu Jiuyin could react, seven rainbow lights passed through his body, and Beidou's death force exploded.
It exploded, cutting the weak, broken, and already overwhelmed body of the ancestral witch into dozens of pieces.
Donghuang Zhong Taiyi, who cooperated tacitly, had been prepared early. The powerful power of Donghuang Bell followed him like a shadow. With a bell ringing, Zhu Jiuyin's split body was instantly crushed into powder, and his true spirit also disappeared.
"Second brother", "Second brother..."
"Hahaha……"
There was silence at first, and then the roars and lamentations of the remaining ancestral witches were heard, as well as the proud laughter of brother Di Jun.
Zhu Jiuyin died unexpectedly, and the remaining eleven ancestral witches almost went crazy. But before they could fight back, Di Jun and others had already charged forward again. Judging from their posture, they were not satisfied with killing Zhu Jiuyin, and wanted to stay.
Get more Ancestral Witches.
Without Zhu Jiuyin, the already invincible Twelve Ancestral Witches were even more difficult to support. They were defeated by Di Jun and others. From Nantianmen to the ancient land, and then to Buzhou Mountain, the sound of killings along the way was loud.
Thousands of lichs fought madly, destroying countless famous mountains and rivers.
The two sides advanced and retreated, but it was different from the first Lich War. This time the roles of the two sides were completely reversed. Although the Wu clan fought to the death, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were beaten by Di Jun and others until they rolled all the way and could not stop at all.
Come down. The remaining witch clan had no choice but to fight and retreat behind the ancestral witch.
"Fellow fellow Taoists, the battle has been brutal so far. If the battle continues, if Buzhou Mountain is damaged, the consequences will be disastrous!" Yuanshi Tianzun glanced at the innate gods with different thoughts and said slowly.
"That's right. If the Tianzhu breaks, the heaven will collapse and the heaven will cease to exist. As a member of the heaven, we can never let such a thing happen." Zhunti echoed.
"According to Pindao, the Wu clan has been developing at the foot of Buzhou Mountain for hundreds of millions of years, and there must be some earth-shattering methods that have not yet been used. If Your Majesty persecutes you too much, if the jade and stone are all destroyed, we will all be sinners." Zhen Yuanzi flicked the dust.
, said lightly.
"Hehehehe..." Ancestor Minghe let out a burst of gloomy laughter and said sharply: "I'm afraid that His Majesty's momentum is at its peak, and the Immortal Witch Clan will not give up. We finally spent a huge price to severely injure the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
How could he stop so easily?"
"It's not up to him."
Duke Dong stood up and said coldly: "The Twelve Ancestral Witches are the transformation of the essence and blood of the Great God Pangu, equivalent to his direct sons. Without Pangu, there would be no prehistoric times, and without prehistoric times, there would be no living beings like me. All living beings in the prehistoric days would not be affected.
The Great God has immeasurable kindness, but if we just sit back and watch the Great God’s descendants being destroyed, how can we have the dignity to stand between heaven and earth?”
"What fellow Taoist said is absolutely true. The Pangu bloodline should not be exterminated under any circumstances. Your Majesty has already killed a Zhu Jiuyin. This can be considered as punishment for the Wu clan's crime of disrespecting the heaven. It is time to calm down the anger." He said with a look of pain on his face.
He stood up and walked behind Prince Dong.
Leader Tongtian said: "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go and dissuade His Majesty. With so many people speaking out together, I believe Your Majesty will find his way back."
At that moment, all the great innate gods looked at each other tacitly, each using their magical powers, they left the heaven and soon arrived outside Buzhou Mountain.
At this time, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had their backs on Buzhou Mountain and their feet on the earth. They were supplemented by an endless stream of earth's turbid energy. In addition, with Buzhou Mountain and Pangu Temple as their support, they were not as embarrassed as before.
Moreover, the witch clan is fierce in nature. Many young witches and even big witches, seeing that they were about to die, simply blew themselves up, causing immeasurable damage to the demon clan. This also led Emperor Jun to resort to fear, fearing that an ancestor witch would also blow himself up and drag him to death.
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The two sides were in a stalemate, and suddenly auspicious clouds filled the sky, holy light shone, and a group of innate gods landed on the ground.
Emperor Jun's heart sank, and he was wary of these people who had their own agenda. He didn't know why they came together.
Prince Dong said, "Your Majesty, it's time to withdraw your troops. After all, the witch clan is the descendant of Pangu. You have already killed Zhu Jiuyin, and you should not continue to kill other ancestral witches."
Emperor Jun became angry and shouted: "Prince Dong, do you dare to teach me a lesson?"
Duke Dong said calmly: "I just don't want His Majesty to make a big mistake. This is for your own good. If you don't like it, you don't have to listen."
Di Jun turned to look at the others and said coldly: "Why, if I don't agree, will you be guilty of the following?"
The faces of all the great innate gods were calm, turning a blind eye to Emperor Jun's anger.
Ancestor Styx said gloomily: "Your Majesty, it is better to retreat. The witch clan has a strong temperament. If the eleven ancestral witches self-destruct one by one, it goes without saying what the consequences will be. If the entire world is irreparably damaged, or a certain Taoist
My friend died because of this, fellow Taoist Emperor Jun, can you bear the consequences?"
Yuanshi Tianzun went on to say: "If you insist on not listening to dissuasion, we will offend you if you have no choice but to do so."
Di Jun's expression was gloomy and uncertain. The group of people in front of him were determined to force him to retreat and maintain the balance of power between the lich and the witches. If they ignored them, they would probably rise up and revolt following the example of the witch clan.
But to be honest, even if these people didn't persuade him, he would be ready to retreat.
To be able to defeat the Witch Clan and kill an Ancestral Witch this time was beyond expectations. Now the Demon Clan has suffered too heavy a loss. The elite demon soldiers have been almost wiped out. Even the demon gods have lost two of them. They have reached their limit.
This witch tribe was very difficult to bite, and they would self-destruct at every turn, which made him extremely fearful. He knew in his heart that it was impossible to achieve more results this time.
It's one thing to retreat on your own initiative, but it's another thing to be forced to retreat. This makes him a majestic emperor, where can he put his face?
Thinking of this, the look in Di Jun's eyes became even colder. These people may not be unaware of the situation he was facing, but they still came to press him. This was deliberately undermining his majesty in public and giving him the power to dismantle him.
Emperor Jun was riding a tiger and couldn't get off. He couldn't retreat, nor could he not retreat. He was extremely ashamed and angry.
Fuxi saw his situation and stepped forward to persuade him: "Your Majesty, our tribe is exhausted from the continuous battles and cannot continue. It is better to retreat temporarily and rest. Moreover, the Wu tribe is of Pangu bloodline. Let them be spared this time.
Just repay the kindness of the Great God."
Emperor Jun reached the steps and climbed down the slope. He resentfully ordered the demon clan to retreat.
As the monsters retreated to the heaven, the war finally came to an end. However, the entire world was still filled with the boundless bloody aura, and the murderous aura persisted for a long time, causing the calamity to further grow, breeding countless ferocious evil creatures, killing people everywhere, and in turn promoting the great calamity.