Prehistoric: Green Snake just wants to cultivate immortals

Chapter 371 Wu Yun
Yuanshi and Tongtian were defeated by Nuwa, and I dare not break into the map of Shanhe Sheji. After all, Nuwa can always surprise me, and I can't figure it out.

In case, he entered the Shanhe Sheji map but failed to come out, then Yuanshi Tongtian may not be able to stop Nuwa.

Once Nuwa has a chance to make a move, then the Lich War is a foregone conclusion.

Yuanshi was pushed into the downwind and gradually became unbearable. He waved the Pangu banner and used the power of Hunyuan to emit a series of terrifying chaotic sword qi, which shattered the void.

Tongtian didn't hold back any more, and the Qingping sword in his hand blazed to kill in all directions. Thousands of swords competed to cut through time, nothingness, and causal fate.

Nuwa was still unmoved, and said indifferently with a blank face: "Sanqing, is this the trick?"

Yuanshi's complexion turned black, and the pangu flag shook even more heavily. He flew an apricot-yellow flag from the top to protect his body, holding a white jade ruyi in one hand, and a pangu flag in the other. The terrifying power of destruction caused panic to appear in the eyes of an ancient and powerful man. , One after another fled to the deeper and farther chaos, not daring to stay outside the prehistoric for a long time, facing the coming more terrifying tide of chaos.

Among the six sages, the one who is best at destroying is not Laozi or Tongtian, but Yuanshi Tianzun!

Laozi also frowned, but he always felt that Nuwa had ulterior motives.

In Tongtian's eyes, the fighting spirit was even stronger, and among the six sages, only Nuwa could compete with him in terms of killing power.The Immortal Sword intent is condensed, Tongtian didn't use the sword, but pointed with the sword, he is the sword, the sword is him, everything is a sword.

The terrifying killing until the sword locks on Nuwa, the endless earth, wind, water and fire in the chaos are all swords reaching the sky at this moment, and even Nuwa's finger pointing at his good fortune has become his sword.

The endless sword, surging endlessly, slashed at Nuwa, unstoppable, unstoppable, shocking!

In front of Nuwa, the picture of mountains, rivers, and land in front of Nuwa's body revolves around birth and death, and the endless world collapses. When the terrifying force of destruction meets the power of the two saints of Yuanshi Tongtian, the chaos trembles, just like the endless destruction of the universe.

rumbling~
The power of the saint triggered the tide of chaos, and the boundless earth, wind, water, and fire began to surge wildly and became more violent. Wave after wave of power of the saint made the tide of chaos become bigger and wider, spreading to the The prehistoric world shook the prehistoric world.

The already terrified sentient beings have become numb, even if the world shakes again, it will not collapse in their cognition.

However, the complexion of a great power changed slightly. Within the prehistoric world, there were endless battles, destroying the heavens and the earth. Outside the prehistoric world, it seemed that saints were fighting. The tide of chaos resurged, shaking the world again and again. No matter how stable the world is, how long can it last? Woolen cloth?
Honghuang, on Jianmu, Zhunti also frowned slightly, Sanqing and Nuwa fought three times, even if they set Nuwa on fire, they couldn't let Nuwa get angry like this and ignore it.

Seeing this scene, Qingling on Jianmu was expressionless, neither happy nor sad.

No joy, because of all living beings, no sorrow, because of one's own calculations.

One will succeed forever!
Beside Buzhou Mountain, the stars fell all over the sky again and again, Pangu's ax opened the sky again and again, the ax fell, the stars fell, and the ax raised the stars, Pangu's physical strength was inexhaustible, and the number of stars in Zhoutian was also endless.

Even if every swing of the divine ax by Pangu's giant body consumes the witch power of the twelve ancestor witches, even if every fall of the stars in the sky represents the fall of monster clans guarding the stars, no one will stop.

The witch clan cannot stop, and the demon clan will not stop.

Once it stops, it will be the time to decide the outcome, when one clan slaughters another.

Pangu's giant body swung the divine ax again, cutting through space and time, this time smashing a main star.

"Boom~"

There was a loud noise, the stars fell, and there was a vision of heaven and earth. A great sage of the monster race died under the Pangu axe.

Di Jun's face was gloomy and cold, once again the cloth was defeated, Zizi's murderous intentions were intertwined, and the power of endless stars was obliterating Pan Gu's giant body.

In the formation of the gods and gods in the Twelve Capitals, Wu Chenghuang's complexion was already extremely pale, but he gritted his teeth and vomited witch blood time and time again to maintain the formation.

The Dutian Shensha formation uses twelve Pangu ancestor witches. Even if she is the ancestor witch who broke through the great witch, there is still too much difference in blood and origin, and it is impossible to make up for it.

But Cheng Huang didn't stop, didn't hesitate, he ran the formation again and again, combined with the power of eleven ancestor witches she admired, opened the sky and shattered the starry sky time and time again.

In the Zhoutian Xingchen formation, Taiyi remembered what Qingling said, that Dutianshensha would not persist for too long, and that the latter would become reincarnation. Although it left a way out for the Wuzu, it also meant that the Wuzu would surely fail.

As long as you persevere, if the Zhoutian Xingchen formation is not broken, the Yaozu may win!

The decisive battle between the witch clan and the monster clan turned into a protracted, cruel and cruel war.

For three hundred days and nights without rest, hundreds of millions of lich corpses piled up like a mountain, accumulating blood into a sea, and the corpses could be seen everywhere.

The dead man had already laid down, and before he died, he was just holding on to the enemy's vitals and refused to let go, using the last moment of his life to give the friendly army an advantage.

In the prehistoric world, there was silence.

Apart from the fact that the Lich had experienced three hundred fights day and night, there was no other sound.

Even Da Neng, watching the Lich Battlefield, fell silent.

Even the happiest Styx felt a little uneasy.

Because too many people died, too many sentient beings died.

There are too many to count, but the fighting continues.

The sage Zhunti has fallen into silence. Is this what he wants for all living beings?

The corpses of the lich piled up like a mountain, and the blood of the lich flowed all over the wild land,
One after another, the great sages of the monster race disappeared into the world with their lifelong avenues.A series of powerful witches returned to heaven and earth with their unyielding fighting spirit.

Countless witches and monsters, countless causes and effects, were all buried under the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

As for the key to the Lich War, it was difficult for Cheng Huang to support the mountain in Buzhou.

For three hundred days and nights, her blood essence and witch power were consumed at every moment. Every time Pangu's giant body swung an ax, a mouthful of her blood was lost.

She only had a lifespan of more than a hundred yuan, which was exhausted in three hundred days and nights.

But Cheng Huang was not reconciled, she was not reconciled, she was not reconciled, not reconciled to the loss of the Wu Clan, not reconciled to the slaughter of hundreds of millions of Wu Clan members by the Yao Clan.

The giant body of Pangu transformed by the gods and demons of the twelve capitals finally dispersed with a bang, and the true bodies of the twelve ancestor witches reappeared between the heaven and the earth.

Cheng Huang got up in an instant, and when the Dutian Shensha formation was shattered, the power of the Zhoutian star formation was about to be activated, the old power was exhausted, and the new power was not born, he slammed into the stars in the sky.

"Boom~"

The eleven ancestral witches shouted loudly, but Cheng Huang had disappeared forever in the world.

As the No.13 ancestral witch, she concealed her true self from the time she was born, to the end of her life, not for a moment, but for the word "witch" in her heart.

The sky is a horizontal line above, and the earth is a horizontal line below. People standing between the sky and the earth and supporting each other are called "witches".

Under the reincarnation, Houtu had only tears in his eyes, and instead of her, she did what a witch should do as the ancestor of the Wu tribe.

　I tried my best, but I can only change it four times, and I really can't write it.There will be no more after twelve o'clock tonight. I can only wait for the update during the day tomorrow. Good night everyone!

　　
　
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