Prehistoric: From Witch Soldiers to Hunyuan Wuji Luoxian

Chapter 306 Tu Sheng!

"boom!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches teamed up and landed with one blow, colliding violently with the White Tiger Sage Monarch.

The White Tiger Sacred Monarch mobilized the power of the entire West Pole to compete with the "Twelve Capitals of Gods and Demons", and the terrifying power of heaven and earth was all blessed on him.

All of a sudden, the clouds rise and the wind blows!
At this moment, the white tiger sage really turned into a strong man in the holy realm!
His coercion frightened all directions, and his boundless holy will enveloped the universe.

However, when the blow fell, the two sides were evenly divided.

The sweeping momentum that the Sage Monarch of the Western Extremes originally thought did not happen, and the "Twelve Capitals of the Gods and Demons" successfully blocked the attack of the White Tiger Sage Monarch.

"It's actually blocked!"

In the Kunlun Mountains, Tongtian's eyes tightened. The three brothers originally thought that the Wu clan came to the West Pole to seek death.

But now it seems that the Wu clan still has the power to fight with the "Twelve Capitals of the Gods and Demons".

Taiqing shook his head and said:

"The "Twelve Capitals of the Gods and Demons" of the Wu Clan is based on the spirit of the gods and evil spirits, so it is difficult to operate for a long time, and the White Tiger Sage uses the power of heaven and earth to compete with the Wu Clan. If the Wu Clan is so capable, they have already Lost!".

Taiqing obviously knew the witch clan very well, and his analysis was indeed very reasonable.

The biggest disadvantage of the Wu Clan's "Twelve Capitals of the Gods and Demons" is that it consumes so much that it cannot last for a long time.

"You guys are pretty good at blocking one of my attacks, but that's all for now!"

The White Tiger Sage opened his mouth proudly, staring at the "Twelve Capitals of Gods and Demons Formation" with a cold light in his eyes.

That kind of disdain and contempt is ready to come out.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were unmoved, they urged the big formation to come forward, roaring:
"Come on the axe!"

For a moment, the three treasures of Kaitian vibrated together, and a series of mysterious lights gathered in the hands of Pan Gu's figure.

Taiqing and the other three hurriedly suppressed their own treasures, making it impossible for Kaitian Three Treasures to unite.

Seeing this, Wu Yang took the opportunity to sacrifice the Earth Shaking Thunder Ax and flew into the hands of Pan Gu's figure.

The Demon Emperor Jun on the side was anxious, but unfortunately it was of no use.

After the previous battle, he had thought about restraining Wu Yang during the battle so that he could not give the Earth Shaking Thunder Ax to the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

But at this moment when he was on the battlefield, he realized that he was not qualified to stop Wu Yang at all.

"boom!"

The Earth Shade Thunder Ax fell into the hands of the Great God Pangu, and his aura became stronger again.

For a moment, the White Tiger Sage Monarch did not dare to step forward rashly, staring at him from afar.

The two top combat powers were facing each other, so Wu Yang and the others were not idle. Their battle with the White Tiger Clan was a one-sided massacre. The White Tiger Clan showed their best, but they still couldn't turn the situation around.

At this moment, Wu Yang lost the Thunderbolt Ax that was in his hand. He directly transformed into the avatar of the Thousand-foot-old Ancestral Witch. He clenched his fists, and infinite thunder surrounded his body.

He bluffed his left hand, and thunderbolts appeared in his palm, Wu Yang punched forward fiercely, and the violent thunderbolts crashed into the White Tiger Clan.

For a time, the White Tiger Clan killed and injured millions, and the power of thunder swept all directions.

Wu Yang summoned the power of thunder again, he directly condensed into two long whips of thunder, and whipped them out instantly.

"Snapped!"

With one blow, the thunder exploded, and a terrifying crack of millions of feet appeared on the western land. At the same time, anyone who was covered by the thunder would instantly be wiped out.

Wu Yang killed the Quartet and slaughtered tens of thousands of White Tiger Clan by himself, which made the elders of the White Tiger Clan howl again and again.

"Wu Yang is dead!"

The Eighth Elder roared angrily and rushed forward, his eyes gleamed fiercely, as if he wanted to completely wipe out Wu Yang.

However, Wu Yang flicked the long lightning whip in his hand, instantly entangled him, and then shook him violently.

"Oh!"

The Eighth Elder of Da Luo Jinxian level turned into a pile of corpses directly.

Wu Yang was invincible on the battlefield, the Golden White Tiger King of Nageng saw this, he abandoned his opponent and directly slaughtered Wu Yang.

"Boy, your time of death has arrived!"

The Gengjin White Tiger King roared, and he transformed into a gigantic white tiger with tens of thousands of feet, stomping with all four hooves, and the bloody wind raged.

At the same time as the Gengjin White Tiger King rushed forward, he opened his bloody mouth wide, and a Gengjin Divine Saber spewed out from his mouth, straight for Wu Yang's head.

Wu Yang came in stride, he shook the Thunder Whip, and the power of thunder wrapped around his fists in an instant, like forming a set of armor, in which endless thunder light wandered.

Facing the Gengjin Divine Saber sprayed out by the Gengjin White Tiger King, Wu Yang threw out his fists suddenly, and both fists landed on the Divine Saber at the same time.

"boom!"

The Gengjin Divine Sword was suppressed by the power of the thunder, and instantly shattered into countless residues.

Immediately after Wu Yang jumped up, his huge body flew up to the sky, and then, with the help of the force of his fall, he slammed down violently like an ancient star.

"Roar!"

The Gengjin White Tiger King roared up to the sky, the power of Gengjin in his eyes churned endlessly, and the terrifying tiger claws tore at the sky, like a giant blade plowing the sky, leaving terrible cracks in the midair.

"Boom!"

The two collided together, and Wu Yang smashed the Gengjin White Tiger King to the ground with overwhelming strength.

Immediately after, the Wuji Gourd turned into the Immemorial God Peak and fell straight down.

The Gengjin White Tiger King was thwarted by Wu Yang's powerful force, and he was powerless to dodge at this moment.

"Oh!"

When the Wuji Gourd was suppressed, the Gengjin White Tiger King's flesh and blood were turned into mud, and his soul flew away!

The White Tiger Sage had no time to care about the situation on the battlefield. When he sensed the fall of the Gengjin White Tiger King, it was already too late.

"Wu Yang!"

The White Tiger Sage roared and roared, he didn't expect that he would be beaten by the Wu Clan with heavy casualties in the battle he was sure to win.

3000 billion elite white tigers, 1000 billion people were wiped out in World War I!

The loss was so great that the White Tiger Sacred Monarch was a little unacceptable.

"cut!"

At this moment, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, who were looking for an opportunity, also attacked immediately, and the Thunder Axe of Earth Sha and Thunder fell suddenly.

The terrifying power of the gods stirred all directions, and the ancestral witches manipulated the "Twelve Capitals of Gods and Demons" and directly performed the first form of Kekaitian [Ax Swinging Gods and Demons]!
"Boom!"

The White Tiger Sacred Monarch wanted to fight desperately with the Wu Clan, and he completely broke out at this time.

The terrifying Gengjin power formed a huge divine script in front of the White Tiger Sacred Monarch, and the word "Holy" descended to suppress the Eight Desolation!
This is the trump card of the White Tiger Sage Monarch. It is extremely powerful and can kill everything.

That is the power of heaven and earth, the means of a saint!

Even Jieyin and Zhunti, who were far away on the Lingshan Mountain, still couldn't help shivering when they saw the word "Holy" descending. An oppression from the depths of their souls made them unable to control themselves.

"Boom!"

Facing the terrifying holy power, the Twelve Patriarch Wu picked up his ax and struck.

With this blow, the power of the word "Holy" dissipated, and it was instantly smashed into pieces. Even the White Tiger Sage Monarch was caught off guard and flew out.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a deep ax mark was left between the heaven and the earth, like a ferocious scar, indelible, left in the sky and the earth for a long time.

A venomous look flashed in Baihu Shengjun's eyes. After he suffered a blow from the "Twelve Capitals of the Gods and Demons", he had a complete understanding of the power of this formation.

If he hadn't used the power of heaven and earth to remove the attack from his body, he might not be seriously injured now.

But even so, he still has enough confidence to destroy the Wu Clan!

"White Tiger Clan, withdraw to the West Pole Temple!"

The White Tiger Sage roared, that is where his foundation lies.

The closer he was to the temple, the more powerful his might would be.

The White Tiger Clan has been killed long ago. Now that they have lost hundreds of billions of people, the world is full of corpses. They have no intention of fighting.

However, the White Tiger Clan wanted to retreat, and the Wu Clan army would not stop there.

The ancestor witch of the nine phoenixes urged the dragon and phoenix twin halberds, and the infinite holy fire burned in all directions. Wherever she passed, there were no bones of enemies left, and everything was burned into fly ash.

The creatures of the White Tiger Clan were scrambled after being killed by Jiufeng, and they didn't dare to contend with her.

Nine-headed Xiangliu was also crazy about killing, his nine heads were constantly devouring and biting, and the terrifying poisonous mist enveloped the world, and he had already beheaded and killed countless enemies.

"Di Jiang, if you have the guts, come to the West Extreme Temple to fight!"

The White Tiger Sacred Lord provocatively said again, he has the chance to win, and after paying such a heavy price, he doesn't want the Wu Clan to retreat at this time.

Emperor Jiang Zuwu urged the "Twelve Capitals of Gods and Demons" to come forward, and said angrily:

"Today we will destroy the White Tiger Clan and avenge our brothers and sisters of the Wu Clan!".

Dijiang Zuwu's voice shook the world, it was not only for the White Tiger Sage Monarch, but also for all creatures who wanted to attack the Wu Clan.

If you dare to deal with the Wu Clan, you must accept their thunderous wrath.

"Slaughter the White Tiger Clan!"

Wu Yang roared with all his might, he charged into the White Tiger Tribe, and killed all the opponents he met.

The elite of the White Tiger Clan suffered heavy casualties, they fled at full speed, and the White Tiger Sacred Monarch cut off their rear in person.

Along the way, the White Tiger Clan retreated with difficulty, white bones paved the way, and corpses littered the field.

The demon emperor's heart trembled, and he fled to the front with the demon queen.

The supernatural power of the witch clan is irresistible. Just now, the Houtu ancestor witch almost killed the demon emperor Jun with a single blow, which made him extremely fearful.

Seeing that the White Tiger Sage was repulsed by the "Twelve Capitals of the Gods and Demons" again, Di Jun was already terrified in his heart, and he no longer had the arrogance he had before.

The army of the Wu clan chased them all the way to the front of the West Pole Temple. At this moment, the battle had reached a fever pitch. Countless creatures were spying secretly, wanting to see the final outcome of this battle.

If the Wu Clan is wiped out, the pattern of the prehistoric world will change drastically.

If the Sage Monarch of the West Pole is destroyed, then the Wu Clan will be even more invincible in the future, and no one will dare to provoke them.

Even beings in the holy realm can be strangled, who would dare to easily provoke the Wu clan?
"kill!"

The ancestral witches didn't talk nonsense at all, they just wanted to slaughter the White Tiger Clan.

The aura of calamity between heaven and earth pervaded the air, and it had already been contaminated by the Wu Clan and the White Tiger Clan before they knew it.

They killed too much, and they were already in a state of being easily eroded by robbery.

"Roar!"

The White Tiger Sacred Monarch roared angrily, and the divine lights in the West Pole Temple fell and blessed him.

Withdrawing to the temple, the strength of the White Tiger Sage has indeed increased greatly.

"Today is the time for the destruction of the Wu clan!"

The white tiger sage stands proudly on the top of the West Pole, his huge body suppresses all directions.

After arriving here, the White Tiger Sage has an absolute geographical advantage, enough to crush the Wu Clan.

The White Tiger Sacred Monarch shouted again. He agitated the boundless holy power, and also condensed a Seventh Gold Excalibur, trying to shatter Pan Gu's figure.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches mobilized the large formation, but did not directly attack. A large number of witches poured into the land of the West Pole, and began to kill again.

Wu Yang and Jiu Feng went into the enemy together, they joined hands to fight, no one of the White Tiger Clan was left behind, one by one the creatures died tragically, and the number of the White Tiger Clan dropped rapidly.

The aura of calamity in the world is getting stronger and stronger, both sides have been eroded by the aura of calamity, they have long forgotten the other things, and only hatred and killing are left in their eyes.

The White Tiger Sage broke out again and fought against the "Twelve Capitals of the Gods and Demons".

At this time, the power of the White Tiger Sacred Lord has indeed increased a lot, and it is already enough to fight against the "Twelve Capitals of the Gods and Demons".

This made Baihu Shengjun see hope again. He knew very well that the ancestral witches could not last long, and as long as he persisted, he could win the final victory.

The Houtu Ancestral Witch and the others continued to obliterate the White Tiger Clan, leaving the White Tiger Sacred Lord to Emperor Jiang Ancestral Witch and the others to restrain them.

As time went on, more and more white tigers lost their lives.

Except for some who escaped early, the current White Tiger Clan has been completely surrounded by the Wu Clan, and there is nowhere to escape.

The demon emperor Jun saw the opportunity early, and left quietly with the demon queen.

Wu Yang used the body of the ancestral witch to attack again, he landed with one blow, and millions of enemies were instantly killed.

A breath of death permeated the air, absorbed by the gourd of heaven and earth, the tree of the six holy spirits grew wildly, and the spiritual fruits on it began to mature rapidly.

This growth rate has obviously been accelerated a lot.

"Boom!"

Wu Yang struck out again, and the thunder in his hand roared in all directions, smashing a Da Luo Jinxian who was coming up to meet him desperately.

Wu Yang bathed in the blood of the white tiger and slaughtered everywhere.

Most of the White Tiger Clan chiefs and elders were beheaded by Wu Yang. He specially selected these organizers to attack, so that they could not effectively mobilize the White Tiger Clan to form a counterattack.

The "Immortal Sorcerer God Formation" showed great power and strangled many enemies in this battle.

Even a strong man at the level of Da Luo Jinxian didn't get any advantage at all when facing the "Immortal Witch God Formation".

"The Wu Clan is using the "Twelve Capitals of the Gods and Demons" to contain the White Tiger Sacred Monarch, allowing Wu Yang and the others to wait for an opportunity to destroy the White Tiger Clan."

In Lingshan, the Taoist guide said happily.

He watched the White Tiger Clan being wiped out quickly, his eyes were full of excitement.

The White Tiger Clan is the largest ethnic group in the West, if they are wiped out, the Western land will really have the final say in the future.

At this time, the White Tiger Sacred Lord also realized the purpose of the Wu Clan. He was restrained, so no one could deal with Wu Yang and others.

Looking at Wu Yang who beheaded his own people, the white tiger sage's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he immediately attacked Wu Yang.

"Wu Yang be careful!"

Seeing the white tiger sage attacking Wu Yang, all the ancestor witches exclaimed.

The White Tiger Sage Monarch is a supreme being comparable to a holy realm, and he suddenly attacked Wu Yang, which is obviously a sure-fire move!

At this moment, everyone in the Wu Clan was worried. They all thought that Wu Yang would not be able to compete with the White Tiger Sage Monarch who was in the holy realm.

However, Wu Yang had been prepared for a long time. The infinite destructive aura suddenly erupted from his hands, and the terrifying coercion permeated all directions.

"boom!"

The blow that the White Tiger Sage was determined to win was actually blocked by Wu Yang directly!
"impossible!"

Baihu Shengjun exclaimed, he never thought that a mere Daluo Jinxian could block the blow of his saint realm.

The next moment, a figure appeared between the sky and the earth.

Demon ancestor Rahu!

It was the appearance of the Demon Ancestor Luohu that blocked the attack of the White Tiger Sage Monarch.

The White Tiger Sage Monarch stared wide-eyed, and looked at the figure of the demon ancestor Luohu in disbelief. He really couldn't understand all this, which made him lose his mind for a moment, and there was a slight flaw.

At this moment, the Twelve Ancestral Witches seized the opportunity and tried their best to play the strongest combo move of [Opening the World].

"Boom!"

The white tiger sage lost his mind for a moment during the battle, which instantly plunged him into a situation beyond redemption.

"Oh!"

God Pangu fell with an axe, and the resistance of the White Tiger Sacred Monarch collapsed, followed by his head being chopped off and rolled to the ground, his big eyes filled with disbelief.

The Holy Monarch of the West Pole, die!
It turned out that the Twelve Ancestral Witches had kept the strongest blow unused, just looking for an opportunity in secret.

"This is impossible!"

There was a deep sense of unwillingness in Baihu Shengjun's eyes, and he was still screaming in impotent anger after losing his strength.

(End of this chapter)