Hong Huang: The days when I was the chief of Jujiao

Chapter 116 The Battle Begins and the Demon Saint Falls 【Subscription】

The five ancestor witches saw Dayi being beheaded by Dijun Yihetu Luoshu with their own eyes, and they were furious!
The great Wu Dayi was the leader of his Wu tribe, his archery skills were unparalleled in the world, and he was shocked and killed by Emperor Jun on the spot. What is the face of his Wu tribe?

In just one breath, the five ancestor witches appeared in front of Di Jun again, and they were about to join forces to deal with Di Jun.

But the Chaos Clock stopped in front of them again, and the mysterious yellow and immortal light shocked the world!

"Twelve Ancestral Witches!!"

Di Jun's eyes were weeping blood, and there was an indescribable murderous intent in his eyes!
His nine sons all died at the hands of the Wu Clan!
At this time, Di Jun was extremely regretful. He regretted not sending Bo Yu and others to the Sun God Star. Now, Qi Qi was murdered by the Wu Clan. How should he explain to Xi He?
How should I explain to the ministers in the heavenly court that before the battle between the liches, he lost nine princes on the side of the monster clan.

If this matter gets out, can his demon clan still win?
Facing the furious Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, and the five ancestor witches, they did not dare to be careless.

But the aura on his body didn't drop at all.

"Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, and the Nine Great Golden Crows have been presumptuous in our Wu Clan, and now they are dead, and their fate is what they deserve. If your monster clan wants to go to war, my Wu Clan will accompany you at any time!"

Di Jiang took a step, and said in a deep voice, this is not the heaven, but the earth, and it is the territory of his witch clan.

At this time of war, Dijun and Donghuangtai will definitely not be their opponents no matter how strong they are.

Dijun's self-cultivation and Taoism over hundreds of millions of years are trembling.

Just when Dijun was about to push Hetu Luoshu, he was grabbed by Donghuang Taiyi.

"Brother, calm down, starting a war at this time is too bad for the Yaozu, let us go back to the Heavenly Court, and after rectification, we will start a war with the Wuzu."

Donghuang Taiyi's voice kept echoing in Dijun's ears, and Dijun's Dao heart gradually stabilized.

The scarlet color in the eyes gradually faded away, but the trace of unforgettable murderous intent did not diminish at all.

"Walk."

Without a word of nonsense, Di Jun turned into a golden rainbow light and flew towards the 33rd heaven.

Donghuang Taiyi cast a cold glance at the five great ancestor witches, and then followed Di Jun away. In the blink of an eye, the two of them disappeared.

The five major witch clans quietly watched Di Jun and his wife leave without taking any action to stop them.

Because they know that even if they make a move, they can't stop it.

On Zhu Rong's body, the dark purple flame kept burning, and he said unwillingly.

"Brother, that Di Jun just died with nine sons, why don't you provoke that Di Jun and lure him to fight, when the time comes, we brothers, maybe we can really keep him, when the time comes."

Before Di Jiang could speak, Wu Zhu Jiuyin, the ancestor of time, had already shook his head.

"It would be easier to say something if only Dijun, but the Chaos Clock in Donghuangtai's hand is really powerful. It can confine time and suppress space, so it can't be left behind."

As the ancestor witch of time, Zhu Jiuyin couldn't understand the power of the Chaos Clock in the hands of Dong Huangtai.

Without the Chaos Clock, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi would be able to fight three against one at most.

But with the Chaos Clock in hand, even if their five ancestor witches join forces, Donghuang Taiyi can remain invincible.

This is the terrifying aspect of the innate treasure!
Di Jiang's face was solemn, "Go back, rectify the soldiers and horses, the battle of the lich is close at hand."

Nine princes died in Tianting at once, and the longer the delay, the more unfavorable the situation will be for Tianting. Di Jiang estimated that Tianting will send troops soon.

Following the return of the five great ancestor witches and their group to Mount Buzhou, the catastrophic energy between the heaven and the earth suddenly rose again!
The sky is dark and unclear, and it is impossible to calculate anything. There is a dangerous and strange atmosphere everywhere in the world!

33 In the outer sky, on the sun god planet, Lu Ya burst into tears at some point.

The ten golden crows are connected by blood, and the nine golden crows have fallen. Lu Ya naturally sensed it. His heart is bleeding, and he can't wait to rush out of the sun god star and return to the prehistoric to help his father and uncle.

But the sense of responsibility in his heart told him that he must not do this.

He is not only the son of the emperor, uncle's nephew, but also the hope of the three-legged Jinwu clan, the last prince in the heaven.

If he also fell in the catastrophe, the three-legged Golden Crow and the blood of the Yaozu emperor would no longer exist.

Lu Ya clenched his fists tightly, his sharp nails pierced into the flesh, and little drops of golden blood flowed down.

The piercing pain was not as good as the painful event in his heart.

Similarly, Chang Xi also felt the fall of the Nine Great Golden Crows on the Lunar God Star.

Howling crazily, she rushed out of the Taiyin God Star, but was blocked by a series of large formations.

No matter how he struggled, the big formation never wavered, and firmly enveloped the Lunar God Star.

This is another backhand arranged by Di Jun. He is afraid that in the Lich War, after the defeat of the Yaozu, his wife and daughter will rush out of the Lunar Star to avenge him.

The cataclysm was strong, covering the sky and the sun, the East China Sea, the Dragon Clan, the Nanming Undying Volcano, the Phoenix Clan, Qilinya, and the Qilin Clan all took action early.

They summoned all the clansmen outside.

Then activate the mountain protection formation, and wait for the catastrophe to pass safely.

Beyond the prehistoric world, there is endless chaos, in Wa Palace.

Nu Wa, who has been sanctified, has a rare look of worry on her face.

What she was worried about was her elder brother, the current Tianting Xihuang.

"The catastrophe is coming soon, brother, can you protect yourself in the catastrophe?"

Nuwa was very worried. She pinched her fingertips and calculated with the great magic power of the saint. After a long time, she still found nothing.

The secrets of the sky are dark and under the aura of calamity, even if the sage tries his best to calculate, he can't calculate the result at all.

The entire Great Desolation seemed to have disappeared into the chaos.

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed, and the prehistoric and desolate, the witch clan and the demon clan are exceptionally peaceful.

During this period, Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi called Kunpeng to Da Luotian, but nothing else happened.

Time is like running water, rushing down.

On this day, above the prehistoric 33 Chongtian, there was a sudden sound of war drums!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of the war drums was not loud, but sounded rather muffled.

But even in this depression, there is a touch of thrilling, giving people unparalleled pressure.

Da Luotian, on the endless square in front of the Demon Emperor's Palace.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi are in the first rank.

Fuxi, Kunpeng, and the top ten demon saints headed by Bai Ze are in the second rank.

Headed by the demon god Bi Fang, the 360 ​​five big Luo demon gods holding the 360 ​​five-pole big Zhoutian star banner are in the third series.

The [-] Taiyi demon kings holding small Zhoutian star banners are in the fourth sequence.

After that, there are tens of millions of soldiers and horses in the heavens stretching as far as the eye can see.

It's all the heritage accumulated by the Heavenly Court for hundreds of millions of years. Everyone's eyes are filled with the will to win. This is an invincible army.

Invincible, even a quasi-sage would run away without a word in front of such an army and lineup!
Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi both changed their clothes, from the emperor's robe and the star robe to an emperor's battle armor, which looked even more mighty and noble.

Di Jun loudly shouted, "My sons of the monster clan, since the emperor re-established the heaven, the Buzhou Mountain witch clan has been fighting against my monster clan. The war between the witches has been raging for endless years. Our monster clan Countless children died at the hands of the Wu Clan, but after today, the situation will be very different!"

"This emperor will lead you, pointing your sword at Buzhou Mountain, and pacifying the entire witch clan in one fell swoop, ending the countless years of Lich wars. From then on, there will be no more witches in the world. You are willing to follow this emperor and fight against the witch clan." decisive battle?!"

"Yes, yes!"

"Swear to follow His Majesty the Demon Emperor!"

"Revenge, kill the Wu Clan!"

"Long live His Majesty the Demon Emperor, long live the Demon Clan!"

Di Jun's voice completely raised the momentum of the scene to the climax. At the end, only one sentence could be heard, which was "Long live His Majesty the Demon Emperor, long live the Demon Race!"

"Army, set off!"

Donghuang Taiyi took out the sword of the holy way and pointed it at Buzhou Mountain.

In the prehistoric land, in the center of Buzhou Mountain, on a vast plain in front of the Tianzhu.

Millions of witches gathered together, holding the witch treasures they created, with an astonishing aura.

On the body of the stalwart innate god and demon, there was a fighting spirit that almost turned into reality.

"Battle! Fight! Fight!"

They beat the big drums they made, and the sound of the drums was like thunder, exploding in every place in the prehistoric land!
The innate Taoist body of the eleven ancestor witches stands tall in the sky and the earth, and each of them has a banner of ancestor witches and gods in their hands.

Gathering endless evil spirits is a must for forming the Twelve Capitals Heavenly God Shade Formation.

On Jinao Island, Chen Xuanji, who was cultivating latently, was awakened by Duobao's voice.

Outside the cave, Duobao's voice came, "Elder brother, elder brother, the witch clan and the demon clan are about to fight, come out and have a look."

"Is the Lich going to a decisive battle?"

Chen Xuanji quickly got up and flew out of the cave.

Taoist Duobao said immediately when he saw Chen Xuanji coming out.

"Eldest brother, you have finally come out, and all the disciples are waiting for you."

In the Lich decisive battle, evil spirits swept across the flood, and there was no way to practice at all, so everyone on Jinao Island was idle for a while.

Chen Xuanji even told Duobao early on that Duobao would call him when the Lich started fighting.

He wants to live broadcast the Lich decisive battle for the disciples of Jinao Island.

As for how to broadcast live, it is natural to use the mystery of the law of space.

Chen Xuanji and Duobao came to the square in front of Jin'ao Island. There were already a lot of people here, and there were 10,000+ disciples waiting.

Chen Xuanji smiled slightly, and after signaling to everyone to stay calm, he used the law of space to condense a mirror 500 meters long and 1000 meters wide in midair.

Surrounded by the mirror, surrounded by the power of space, the 4K ultra-clear picture quality is played slowly.

It is the direction of Buzhou Mountain, and it is also the general battlefield of the Lich decisive battle.

"Look, that's the Tianzhu!"

"That's the ancestor of fire, Wu Zhurong!"

"A lot of witch warriors. What a tyrannical aura!"

All the disciples of Jiejiao became excited, you say something, I say it.

In the mirror formed by the law of space, there is not only an extremely clear picture, but also a one-to-one restored sound, which makes people feel as if they are on the battlefield of the Lich.

Even Kui Niu and Jin Ao, who have always been lazy, watched with relish.

On Mount Buzhou, large swaths of dark clouds swept over, carrying tens of millions of elite monster races!

As soon as they came into contact with the Wu Clan army, they immediately started a big battle.

Witches, demons, and tens of millions of soldiers and horses are fighting together, the sound of drums beating, the sound of piercing the air, the sound of shouts, and the sound of fighting can be heard endlessly. The sky and the earth, wherever you look, everything is fighting.

In such a great battle, demon life, life, is thrown into it like no money, and countless creatures are falling every moment!

"Whoa, whoa!"

The blood after the death of countless souls gathered together and turned into rivers, rushing and flowing, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be dyed blood red.

The evil spirit between heaven and earth was raised to the extreme at this time.

In Buzhou Mountain, in mid-air, following Dijun and Donghuangtai shouted loudly, the Yaozu formed the Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation!
360 Taiyi demon kings, [-] five Daluo demon gods, each holding a star streamer, took their positions. They stood in the void, and boundless and mysterious Dao patterns shone under each of their feet.

Looking from a distance, they actually gathered into a huge pattern of stars.

Beyond the chaos, countless ancient chaotic stars seemed to be drawn, and the power of ten thousand stars passed through the barriers of the world and slanted down.

At this moment, the Eastern Emperor Tai gave a loud shout, sacrificed the Chaos Clock, and placed it at the very center of the Wanxing pattern.

For a moment, with the power of Zhou Tian and the stars, coupled with the power of the Chaos Clock, Zhou Tian's star battle array made a loud noise, and an incomparably huge sense of oppression appeared in Honghuang.

This is an aura that surpasses the quasi-sage level!
"What a terrifying breath!"

"It's actually... reaching the level of a saint. It's unbelievable!"

"Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Formation, well-deserved reputation!"

Countless quasi-sage Daxiu, who were peeping secretly, all gasped!
In the eyes of the ancestor Minghe, deep fear flashed even more. There are rumors in the wild that the sea of ​​blood will never dry up, and Minghe will never die. .
In the camp of the Wu Clan, Dijiang's voice was thunderous and rumbled, "Brothers, follow me to form the formation of the Twelve Capitals of Gods and Demons!"

The Eleventh Ancestral Witch raised the Divine Evil Banner in his hand, mobilized the endless evil spirits of the prehistoric, and gathered them on the Ancestral Witch.

The twelve divine pillars soaring into the sky are eternal, and the surrounding void has become extremely sticky, firm, and cannot be torn apart.

Then, the Eleventh Patriarch Wu Qiqi spit out a mouthful of golden blood essence, while Xuanming spit out the blood essence, he also took out Houtu's blood essence.

With the endless evil spirit and the blood essence of the ancestral witch, soon, a blurry giant appeared in midair.

The giant's body was blurry, but it was billions of feet tall. He stood in the void, holding a giant axe, and the aura emanating from his body far surpassed that of a quasi-sage!
This is Pan Gu's true body, possessing the power of a sage of heaven.

The aura of the two great saints swept across the prehistoric world.

Outside the prehistoric world, in the chaos, the six sages were watching the battle one after another. When they saw the great formation of Zhou Tian Xing Dou and the great formation of Twelve Capitals, the fear in their eyes was beyond words!
One-on-one, in the wild, even they may not be able to break through this big formation!
At this time, Zhou Tian was in a big formation, and Dong Huangtai raised the Chaos Clock, which was almost burning, and smashed it at Pangu's real body.

Pan Gu's real body swung the huge ax in his hand, and blasted towards Zhou Tian's star formation!

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The giant ax and the chaotic clock collided together, as if there was a big explosion in the world, mana ripples one after another, swept across the world, and everything they passed was annihilated!

The void, the five elements, time, space, and even the earth, fire, water, and wind in half of the wild are constantly shaking.

The faces of all the saints changed slightly, and they all used the power of a saint together to stabilize the turbulent prehistoric.

Otherwise, if the Liches are allowed to fight, even if the winner can be determined, most of the Great Desolation will be broken!
After the aftermath dissipated, there was devastation everywhere, witches and demons were evenly divided. Near Buzhou Mountain, countless mountains were directly razed to the ground. The originally continuous and winding mountains turned into plains.

"Come again!"

The voice of the ancestral witch resounded through the heavens and the earth. Pangu's real body raised his giant axe and slashed at the Zhou Tian Xingdou formation again!

Donghuang Taiyi manipulated the Chaos Clock, and the power of ten thousand stars poured into it, and also hit Pan Gu's real body!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The power of the sage continued to bombard in the air. After bombarding it more than a dozen times, the Zhoutian Xingdou formation and the Twelve Capitals Tianshen formation burst into pieces. Countless demon gods and demon kings paled and fell from the sky.

Donghuang Taiyi, Di Jun, and Eleven Patriarch Wu also appeared in the air.

"kill!"

Without any nonsense, the two sides fought together again.

Holding the Chaos Clock in one hand, Dong Huangtai confronted Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Tian Wu, Zhu Rong, Qiang Liang and other five ancestor witches again.

Di Jun met the three ancestor witches, Rushou, Jumang, and Shebishi!

Kunpeng confronted Xuanming Ancestral Witch!
Fuxi confronted Xizi Zuwu.

The rest of the demon saints faced countless great witches.

On Buzhou Mountain, a new round of fierce battles began, and the aftermath of countless battles swept across thousands of miles of land.

If the saints hadn't used their great magic power to stabilize the earth, fire, water, and wind, I am afraid that the flood at this time would show signs of being broken.

The war lasted for several months, and [-]% of the soldiers and horses of the witches and demons fell.

A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, ruins and ruins, corpses piled up into mountains, blood flowed, gathered together, and drowned everything.

Even Jiuying, Guiche, Baitie, Qinyuan, and Feidan among the top ten demon saints all died in battle.

The rest of Bai Ze, Ying Zhao, Shang Yang, Fei Lian, and Ji Meng were also covered in blood.

His breath kept fluctuating, his face was pale, and he was severely injured.
On the other side, Xizi, who was fighting fiercely with Fuxi, his eyes were full of madness, he looked at Fuxi and shouted loudly.

"The elder brother of the sage, the Emperor Xi of the Heavenly Court, hahahaha, please be buried with me."

He rushed towards Fuxi and blew himself up.

Fuxi was shocked, sacrificed Fuxiqin, and hurriedly avoided, but it was too late, and the terrible mana instantly drowned Fuxi.

After the energy dissipated, Fuxi's figure had completely disappeared.

Only the broken Fuxiqin was left whining in the air.

Beyond the wilderness, Nuwa's face suddenly turned pale, without blood, "Brother!"

With a wave of her hands, Nuwa tore open the barriers of the world, and wanted to step into the prehistoric world, but was stopped by Sanqing, Zhunti, and Yingying, and persuaded her.

"Junior Sister Nuwa, in the prehistoric world, the aura of calamity is too strong, even if we step in, we will be in big trouble."

"Get off!"

Fuxi died, how could Nuwa care about these things, she slapped the five sages back, and then stepped into the prehistoric.

After about a dozen breaths, Nuwa's figure reappeared in Chaos.

It's just that at this time, her clothes are messy and her face is pale.

The sage's Dao Yun around him was strong and weak, obviously suffering from the backlash of calamity, but his eyes were full of peace of mind.

She stretched out her palm, and in the center of the palm, Fuxi's remnant soul was lying quietly in the palm, protected by Nuwa's great magic power.

Nuwa finally breathed a sigh of relief, took out a jade bottle, and gently put Fuxi in it.

Zhunti, who was watching this scene, shook his head secretly.

Nuwa's trip to the prehistoric world has damaged at least tens of thousands of years of Taoism, and under the backlash of calamity, there are problems with the holy body, which is greatly detrimental to future practice.

(End of this chapter)