The children of both clans were anxious and wanted to stop them, but after taking a few steps forward, they were forced to retreat repeatedly by the great pressure and murderous intent.
Seeing this, Jiang Liangshi was so anxious that he wanted to stamp his feet.
In this battle, Ji Mingfeng and Duanmu Lin Xiu will undoubtedly die. Once they die, the Spirit Witch Clan and the Underworld Witch Clan will become enemies and there is no room for any turn around.
The ancient witch clan, eight out of ten, will perish!
In the Holy Witch Hall, Song Yuan was also in a state of despair. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, she looked at Gu Fenghua in despair. Suddenly, her eyes lit up and her eyes widened in disbelief.
At some point, Gu Fenghua had already stood up. She stared at the ancient mural and stretched out her palm and gently stroked it. Among the murals, streams flowed down from the mountains and gathered into rivers, like a long dragon, rushing.
Through the ancient land, it merges into the vast ocean.
The next moment, she saw her palm lifting up again, and the peaks penetrated the ground and towering towards the clouds. As her fingers pulled out, clouds floated among the mountains, like the legendary fairy mountain spiritual realm.
The next moment, she gently caressed her palms, and on the desert, grass broke out from the ground. In the blink of an eye, the desert turned into an endless grassland. The colorful flowers were like stars, as if they could smell the intoxicating
Floral fragrance.
The ancient and vast world is constantly changing under Gu Fenghua's hands, as if it has brought about the vicissitudes of billions of years in front of us.
Is the hallucination an illusion? Song Yuan rubbed his eyes hard.
Sure enough, when I opened my eyes again, the mural had returned to normal, as if nothing had happened. But Song Yuan was sure that everything he had just seen was not an illusion.
Because at this moment, nine golden holy beads appeared between Gu Fenghua's eyebrows. Not only the holy beads themselves, but even the golden light emitted was as rich as the essence. Each one was as bright as the flashest in the night sky.
Bright stars.
The Ninth Grade of Emperor Saint, the Peak!
Song Yuan remembered it very clearly that Gu Fenghua was still in the middle stage of the ninth grade of the Emperor Saint three days ago. Unless she fully comprehended the ancient witch art, it would be impossible for her to reach the peak in such a short time.
Once you fully comprehend the ancient witch art, you can be united with the witch and spiritual charm contained in the murals, presenting the changes in the world over the past billions of years. Of course, this is also a legend before that, and Song Yuan had never heard of it.
After all, someone can truly understand the ancient witch skills completely.
Although the facts were right in front of him, Song Yuan was still stunned and could not speak for a long time.
"Let's go." Just as she was in a daze, Gu Fenghua had already walked out.
"Crill..." As soon as he walked to the door, the tall and thick palace door opened on its own. The prohibition set by Ji Mingfeng collapsed and seemed to have never existed.
Almost at the same time, outside the hall, Ji Mingfeng and Duanmu Linxiu waved their wooden sticks at the same time.
The towering peaks fell in the sky, making a heavy whistling sound, which made people breathless.
"Roar..." Yazi Dragon Soul roared and collided head-on with the dark clouds of lightning and thunder.
Although they have not yet collided, the earth has begun to shake violently, and the destructive aura has filled the entire valley.
"Great Elder..." The disciples of the two clans cried out in a sad voice at the same time, and many people half knelt on the ground, tears of sorrow were shed in their eyes.
Everyone knows that the outcome of this battle is no longer important. If you open the soul of the Destiny of the Witch, both elders will surely die. In fact, cracked wounds have appeared on Ji Mingfeng and Duanmu Linxiu at this time.
, Blood flowed out, and the vitality had already begun to fade away quickly.
"Two elders, stop." At this moment, a cold voice sounded, and Gu Fenghua's beautiful figure appeared at the entrance of the hall.