The demon clan retreated to Xingluo Island, and the scattered demon soldiers also returned to Xingluo Island.
The Demon Commander Ji Meng was filled with helplessness. All 100 million of his clan members had been killed or injured over the years. He thought that following the Demon Emperor would give his clan a chance to prosper, but he didn't expect that now he would fall into the abyss of despair.
Six of the top ten demon commanders died, and now the four of them are no better.
The clan members suffered numerous casualties, and there was no possibility of escaping from the demon clan.
The demon summoning banner is in the hands of the demon emperor, and his family can only work for the demon emperor.
This time, Penglai Immortal Island was broken by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and Demon Commander Ji Meng's heart was completely in despair.
Demon Emperor Jun has been unable to attain enlightenment for a long time, and the Witch Clan has repeatedly forced him to do so, beating the Demon Clan to pieces again and again.
Looking at those dead companions and friends who grew up together in the past, they fell on the battlefield one by one.
While Ji Meng was sad and angry, he was also filled with deep self-blame.
At the beginning, he was the one who opposed all opinions and strongly requested to join the demon clan force, in order to allow the clan to take a further step and become a truly large group.
But now it seems that he was wrong, very wrong.
Demon Commander Ji Meng wanted to run away at this time, but with a ray of true spirit in the demon summoning flag, he and his clansmen could not abandon the demon emperor and escape.
However, emotion and sadness often do not help. Only facing the bloody reality is the most correct choice.
After resting on the desert island, Ji Meng stood up again after looking at the exhausted tribesmen around him.
"Let's go back to Star Luo Island!"
Now that Empress Luan Wa has become a saint, this is the only hope for the demon clan.
As long as they can hold on until His Majesty the Demon King proves his truth, the Demon Clan may not have no chance of rising!
Ji Meng continued to cheer himself up, and he led the remaining soldiers towards Xingluo Island.
The defeated soldiers from all directions returned to Xingluo Island one after another, and the Wu Clan had no plans to continue the conquest.
Xingluo Island is far away in the North Ming Sea. It is located in a remote place. It can be said to be the Arctic land. It is extremely cold and has no great value.
Besides, Xingluo Island has limited space and cannot have any kind of climate at all.
At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, the twelve ancestral shamans once again began to practice in seclusion.
Since Empress Luan Wa became a saint, the twelve ancestral witches have been under great pressure. They have to work hard to practice so that they have enough strength to keep up with Empress Luan Wa.
The twelve ancestral witches are the backbone of the entire witch clan. If they collapse, the entire huge witch clan will collapse instantly.
Even Chi You couldn't hold up this banner.
The twelve ancestral witches have always been the core of the witch clan.
In the Pangu Temple, the Twelve Ancestral Witches sit together. They are connected to each other and understand the power of the law together.
On the other side, Jiufeng, Kuafu and Xiangliu were also communicating seriously.
Xingtian is recovering from his injuries, and he has basically recovered.
Jiufeng looked at Xingtian's body, she was also full of curiosity about Xingtian.
Returning from Penglai Island that day, they all heard about Xingtian.
Xingtian's physical body was shattered at first, but now Xingtian is intact as before.
The physical body is the foundation of the Witch Clan, and it can be said to be everything about the Witch Clan. If the physical body is broken, it means that the Witch will be destroyed.
Even Jiufeng thinks so.
But now it seems that Xing Tian's body is like steel cast into iron. Not only did he not die, but he became stronger.
A surge of fighting spirit circulated in Xingtian's body. He was immersed in his own world, wondering if he was fighting with anyone else.
"Xingtian's brother Xiang Lai has a high fighting spirit and will never give in. Perhaps it is this perseverance that allows him to survive!"
Kuafu, the great witch, looked at Xing Tian. The star-and-moon patterns between his eyebrows were shining brightly. Kuafu, as the great witch who was most like the great god Pangu, both he and Xing Tian had some unknown secrets.
It's just that in his previous destiny, Kuafu died before he could grow up, so his magic was not revealed at all.
Kuafu's death transformed into a peach forest, which is very similar to Pangu's death and transformation into all things.
Now that Xingtian was seriously injured and not dead, and his body could recover quickly, this situation directly attracted the attention of all the higher-ups of the Wu clan.
Just when Kuafu was looking at Xingtian, the Xingtian witch suddenly broke out.
Xingtian's body was filled with soaring aura, and the sounds of fighting and iron horses, and the sound of knives and axes, instantly made the blood of all the witch clansmen who heard the sound boil with excitement.
At the foot of Mount Buzhou, this sound of killing covered all the witch clans.
"Witch! Witch! Witch!"
The witch tribe was completely boiling, and all the witches were roaring. Their fighting will was aroused, and they joined together at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.
That fighting spirit actually turned into the figure of a giant!
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were startled and confused. They looked up and saw that the giant was the hazy appearance of the Great God Pangu!
"Witch! Witch! Witch!"
The warriors of the Wu clan kept roaring, and they felt the changes within themselves. Every time they roared, the momentum of the entire Wu clan would become stronger by three points.
Their auras were connected with the great witch Xingtian, achieving a magical connection.
With every shout, the strength of each witch clan is rapidly increasing.
This is the overall improvement of the entire ethnic group, not the breakthrough of a single witch!
This situation was so shocking that every soldier was shouting, roaring, and rising hysterically!
"That is the shadow of Father God!"
The twelve ancestral witches were shocked, and all the great witches were also shocked.
All the Wu clan looked into the sky, and they saw the shadow that had traveled through the universe and landed at the foot of Mount Buzhou.
Father God Pangu!
"Witch! Witch! Witch!"
However, the Great Witch Xingtian was completely unaware at this time, and the deafening roar did not affect him at all.
When all the warriors of the witch clan pushed their aura to the extreme, the aura of Xingtian Witch finally reached its peak state.
"Boom!"
The dazzling golden light formed a huge pillar of light, which shot directly up to the nine heavens and illuminated the entire space between heaven and earth.
The shadow of the Great God Pangu gradually faded away, and only the pillar of light illuminated the heavens.
This kind of vision was not only seen by the Wu Clan, but also by the Sanqing of Kunlun Mountain, Zhunti Jieyin of the West, and the Beiming Demon Clan in the entire prehistoric period.
But no one knows what happened to the Wu clan to cause such a huge movement.
"The golden beam of light is so radiant and auspicious. It must not be a bad thing for the Wu clan."
Taiqing took one look at it and immediately made an inference.
"The fortune of the Wu Clan is at its peak. Even if Empress Luan Wa becomes a saint, she cannot suppress them. Now that strange phenomena have appeared again, the future of the Wu Clan can no longer be contained!"
Tongtian also looked at the foot of Buzhou Mountain with a confused expression.
At this time, in Buzhou Mountain and Pangu Temple, Xingtian Great Witch broke through!