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

Chapter 117 Unexpectedly, the mountain collapsed and Hongjun appeared!
In Buzhou Mountain, with the fall of the demon clan Xihuang, the witch clan's momentum was greatly boosted. The three ancestor witches, Rushou, Jumang, and Shebishi, burst out with twelve points of strength and slashed at Dijun fiercely.

"Boom, boom!!"

Dijun fought the three great ancestor witches with the best innate Lingbao Hetu Luoshu, and there were terrible roars continuously from the sky and the earth.

Suddenly, Di Jun found the right time, he urged Hetu Luoshu with great mana, and suppressed Liaoshou with lightning speed.

Then, spit out a golden thick flame!

This flame is the incomparably pure fire of the Great Sun Golden Crow, which burns the entire world.

After Di Jun spit out this mouthful of flames, his face became a little paler visible to the naked eye.

"go with!"

Dijun shouted loudly, and the fire of the Golden Crow's origin shot at Liao Shou, who was temporarily suppressed by Hetu Luoshu.

Rushou is the ancestor witch of the five elements of gold, fire overcomes gold, not to mention the original fire of the Golden Crow of the Great Sun. In just a moment, Rushou's whole body burst into flames, making a roar of pain like thunder.

"not good."

Jumang, She Bishi's complexion changed drastically, if the harvest was refined by Emperor Jun with the fire of the Golden Crow.

The two of them alone are definitely not Di Jun's opponents.

"kill."

Gou Mang and She Bishi looked at each other, and joined forces to kill Di Jun, but were blocked by the sun and moon spirit wheel flying out of Di Jun.

The two of them shot with all their strength, and the bombardment sun and moon essence wheel kept shaking, and Di Jun's face became paler and paler.

But his eyes were shining, extremely bright.

Because under the fire of the Golden Crow's origin, Lia Shou's aura became weaker and weaker.

It doesn't take much effort to deal with Jumang as long as you refine and lose grain harvest.

Under Hetu Luoshu, there was a hint of madness on his face.

The next moment, Ru Shou blew himself up brazenly, and the terrifying mana turned into a huge wave, sweeping in all directions.

Seeing Rushou self-destruct, Jumang and Shebi corpses had two lines of hot tears streaming down their faces, and they also self-destructed.

The three ancestor witches blew themselves up at the same time, and the power was so strong that it produced a series of terrifying space storms, annihilating everything they passed.

Dijun's face was horrified when he blew himself right in the center, he didn't expect the ancestral witches to be so crazy.

He transformed into a million-foot-sized Golden Crow avatar, and at the same time sacrificed Hetu Luoshu and Sun Moon Jinglun to resist.

But the space storm is endless, Dijun resisted with all his strength, and finally exhausted!
Countless spatial storms completely tore Dijun's innate Dao body into countless pieces, and the Golden Crow True Spirit was instantly turned into darkness, but in a place where no one could see, a golden brilliance broke through the space and flew into the chaos.

"Brother!!"

Donghuang Taiyi's eyes were weeping blood, and he wanted to rush over.

But the whole person is tightly entangled by Dijiang and other five ancestor witches, unable to separate himself.

The center of self-explosion, Hetu Luoshu, and the Sun Moon Jinglun sounded clanging, were blown away by the space storm, and landed in front of Kunpeng.

Kunpeng put away Hetu Luoshu, Sun Moon Jinglun, his expression kept changing, and finally made up his mind.

He sacrificed the demon master's palace and slammed towards Xuan Ming, who was knocked back thousands of miles by this blow.

Taking advantage of this, Kunpeng spread his wings and turned into a big bird that covered the sky and the sun, and flew towards the land of the Underworld.

"Kunpeng, how dare you leave with your treasure?"

"Kunpeng, can you be worthy of the trust of His Majesty the Demon Emperor?"

"Kunpeng, put down Hetu Luoshu and Sun Moon Jinglun!"

Behind Kunpeng, Bai Ze and other demon sages could be heard angrily cursing.

But Kunpeng turned a deaf ear, and quickly flew away from Buzhou Mountain.

At this time, on Buzhou Mountain, the fierce battle was still going on.

Among the liches, there were heavy losses. On the side of the demon clan, Emperor Jun, Emperor Xi, and the five great demon saints fell!

On the side of the witch clan, the Xizi, the extravagant corpses, the Jumang, and the harvest, the four great ancestor witches fell.

The army of the monster clan is less than 100 million, and there are only 10,000+ people left in the Wu clan. I don't know how many big witches were killed or injured.

But the evil spirit between heaven and earth has not been reduced, but is still rising at an extremely fast speed, covering the sky and the sun.

Donghuang Taiyi put away the Chaos Clock, looked at the endless slaughter between heaven and earth, with a solemn and solemn expression.

"That's all, that's all, the lich has been fighting for so many years, today, let's do the last battle to end it."

As soon as he thought about it, he instantly transformed into the real body of the Golden Crow. On the innate Taoist body of millions of feet, there was an eternal and indestructible aura.

"Give me all over here!"

Donghuangtai shouted loudly, besides Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Zhu Rong, Tianwu, Qiangliang, Gonggong and Xuanming, the two great ancestor witches, were also attracted to Donghuangtaiyi by a terrifying suction force.

"go with!"

Donghuang Taiyi spat out a mouthful of golden blood, blessed it on the Chaos Clock, and slammed into the center of Buzhou Mountain, in the direction of the Tianzhu.

"Not good, Donghuang Taiyi is trying to destroy the Tianzhu?"

The great masters who were watching the battle suddenly said in amazement, and wanted to stop it, but because of the strong aura of calamity, they dared not make a move.

Beyond the chaos, the six saints were also startled, and their expressions changed drastically.

The Tianzhu, but the thing that supports the prehistoric world, once it is broken, the consequences will be disastrous.

Looking in the direction of the Chaos Clock, Donghuang Taiyi sneered, and blatantly blew himself up.

The power of the self-explosion produced countless space storms, drowning the seven ancestor witches in an instant.

Donghuang Taiyi took away the seven ancestor witches by himself.

After the fall of Donghuang Taiyi, there was also a touch of golden brilliance, which broke through the void and disappeared.

At the same time, the Chaos Clock also slammed into the sky pillar.

Click.

The Tianzhu made a roaring sound, and there was a big gap halfway up the mountain.

Although it has not yet broken into two pieces, it is already on the verge of crumbling!

The Chaos Clock made a big gap and let out a mournful sound. The whole body was radiated with black and yellow light, and the power of the innate treasure shocked the world, attracting the attention of countless people.

In the north of the prehistoric land, in the sea of ​​darkness, the black tortoise propped up its huge body, looked at the center of the prehistoric place in disbelief, and murmured.

"Tianzhu. Will the Tianzhu transformed from Pangu's spine really collapse?"

Xuan Gui thought of his own fate in the Kunlun mirror, and immediately became entangled in his heart.

In the nether world, deep in the six realms of reincarnation, two lines of tears flowed down Hou Tu's fair face, extremely sad.

"brothers"

"The Chaos Clock is the ultimate treasure. With the Chaos Clock, who is there to be afraid of in such a great flood?"

"The Chaos Clock, according to the legend, is the key to unlock the treasure house of the demon clan. If you get it, your future practice will be magnanimous!"

"Hmph, the master is gone, bring it here."

In Buzhou Mountain, countless quasi-sage Daxiu made their moves together.

A dozen giant palms transformed from mana appeared in the void, and they grabbed the Chaos Clock.

It should be put in front of them, even if they were killed, they would not dare to do such a disobedient act.

But now, with the fall of the Demon Emperor, the Chaos Clock has become a thing without an owner, and naturally it will be obtained by those with great ability.

A dozen giant palms that covered the sky surrounded the Chaos Clock, and the Chaos Clock made a passionate bell, and circled around the dozen giant palms, showing a bit of contempt.

Then, on the body of the clock, a mysterious yellow light radiated, and a burst of supreme mana shattered the dozens of palm prints, tore apart the space, and fled into chaos in an instant.

In the endless chaos, Liu Sheng saw the Chaos Clock escaped, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly chased after him.

That is a congenital treasure, even if the sage of heaven gets it, he will also have an incomparably huge arm.

But when the Six Sages arrived following their breath, the Chaos Clock had already fallen into the chaotic turbulence and disappeared.

Buzhoushan, Bai Ze, Ying Zhao, Fei Lian, Ji Meng, and Shang Yang, the five demon saints, saw their two demon emperors fall together, and their faces turned pale in an instant.

With the fall of the Demon Emperor, the heavenly court's plan to dominate was completely destroyed.

"Let's go, go back to the heaven first, let's make a long-term plan."

Under the leadership of Bai Ze, all the demon saints turned into a stream of light and rushed towards 33 Chongtian.

On the other side, several great witches who survived the great battle struggled to get up.

They looked at the Buzhou Mountain with a big gap, and at the devastated homeland that could no longer be seen. Countless great witches beat their feet and chests, and tears flowed down their eyes.

Buzhou Mountain is where they live.

Master Zuwu, it is their belief.

Now that everything is gone, what should they do?
A great witch clenched his fists and said in a firm voice, "The homeland is gone, but our Pangu Palace is still there. In the Nether World, the blood of our Wu clan is still there. Sons of the Wu clan, come with me to rebuild our homeland, wait quietly!" Lord Zuwu is back."

The ancestor witch mentioned by the great witch does not refer to the twelve ancestor witches, but Chi You who has migrated to the Netherworld.

As long as the ancestor witch is still there, the bloodline of their witch clan will not be cut off.

"Okay, let's rebuild our home and wait for Master Zuwu's return."

All the ancestor witches nodded one after another, and they rushed towards the direction of the Pangu Palace in the past.

With the fall of the Demon Emperor and the Ancestral Witch, the two clans of the Lich came to an end.

The catastrophic aura between the heaven and the earth went from extreme to extremely strong, then quickly fell, and then disappeared invisible, and the heaven and earth were completely clear.

In the depths of the Eastern Sea, in the Dragon Tomb, Zhulong's huge eyes revealed a touch of sadness, and he sighed deeply.

"The ending between the liches is so tragic. Isn't it just the shadow of my dragon, phoenix, and unicorn tribe in the past?"

The undead volcano in Nanming, the ancestral land of the Phoenix clan, the colorful divine phoenix shook his head gently.

"A generation of emperors looked down on the world and looked down on the world, and they were magnificent, but in the end they just ended up dead."

Qilin Cliff, the ancestral land of Qilin, Yu Qilin spit out a foul breath, and some contempt flashed in his eyes.

"Sorcerer, the demon is superior, but how much better will the end be than my Xiantian clan?"

Although the catastrophe disappeared, the sequelae of the Lich War broke out soon.

First of all, the crumbling Buzhou Mountain made a huge roar, and huge rocks kept falling down, faintly tilting to one side.

On the coast of the East China Sea, on Jinao Island, the disciples of Jiejiao gasped as they watched the crumbling Buzhou Mountain in 4K ultra-high-definition picture quality.

"Brother, Buzhou Mountain won't really fall down, will it?"

"Eldest brother, if Mount Buzhou really collapses, wouldn't the sky and the earth come together again?"

"If we really close together, how can we survive?"

There was a trace of panic on the faces of countless disciples, Bu Zhoushan was synonymous with the word "eternal" in their hearts.

They never thought that Buzhou Mountain would collapse.

Chen Xuanji shook his head, "Even if it really does fall, the sky will fall, and there will be a tall person holding it up, a saint, he won't just sit idly by."

At this time, there was endless chaos, and the saints also noticed the constantly shaking Buzhou Mountain.

"No, Tianzhu is the main force supporting the prehistoric world. It must not collapse. Now that the aura of prehistoric calamity has dissipated, it will be clear. Come with me and support Buzhou Mountain."

Taiqing's expression changed slightly, he tore apart the space, and fled to the prehistoric world, followed by the other five sages.

Soon, the saints came to Buzhou Mountain. Seeing the rolling rocks and the rapidly expanding gap, the saints were completely restless.

"Follow me to shoot together, the mountain is not stable!"

Taiqing unleashed a burst of supreme magic power!

Yuqing unleashed a burst of supreme magic power!

The supernatant cast out a wave of supreme magic power!

Nuwa, Zhunti, Jieying, each cast a supreme magic power!

The six sages shot together, enough to recreate the earth, fire, water, and wind. The terrifying power of the sage, from top to bottom, completely enveloped Buzhou Mountain in an instant.

The five-color brilliance was incomparably dense, as if it had fixed Buzhou Mountain, and the big gap in the fracture would no longer worsen.

The sloping Buzhou Mountain is also gradually rectifying, and everything seems to be showing signs of improvement.

But Liu Sheng didn't relax, instead his face became more dignified, and the terrifying torrent of mana rushed to Buzhou Mountain without money.

Soon, there was only a trace left of Buzhou Mountain's return to its original position.

But even with this slight distance, no matter how hard the saints tried, they couldn't bring Buzhou Mountain back to its place.

I don't know how long it has been!
Bu Zhoushan made another clicking sound, and quickly tilted up.

This time, no matter how the saints obstructed it, it was of no avail.

Crash, clatter, Buzhou Mountain collapsed at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing this, Yuanshi took advantage of the last chance and collected a huge fragment of Tianzhu.

Not long after, Buzhou Mountain was completely broken into two pieces and collapsed on the ground.

A black hole appeared in the sky, countless chaotic storms, sky water, sky fire poured into the prehistoric.

At the same time, the earth, fire, water, and wind also rioted, and the flood was a mess, and the people were devastated. Thousands of peoples lived in dire straits, and the sound of misery was endless.

The faces of the saints changed slightly, and they worked together to temporarily block the black hole in the sky, but it could only quench their burning thirst, not once and for all.

At this moment, the space was torn apart, and an old Taoist in a gray Taoist robe came to the Six Saints.

Surprised, Liu Sheng quickly saluted, "Taiqing, Yuqing has met the teacher."

This old man was exactly Hongjun who hadn't shown his face since the Lich's first battle.

Hongjun nodded slightly, looked at the black hole in the sky, looked at the raging flood, sighed, and said to the saints.

"If you want to repair the black hole, you have to take a large number of five-color stones and refine them from the Qiankun Cauldron to repair the broken world. You should speed up, the prehistoric creatures can no longer bear such a disaster."

After Hongjun finished speaking, his body flickered and he disappeared.

"Five-color stone."

The saints were thoughtful, and hurriedly announced loudly that thousands of creatures in the prehistoric world began to search for the five-color stone.

All of a sudden, all races showed up.The search began, and a large number of five-color stones were sent to the hands of the Six Saints

In Jin'ao Island, Chen Xuanji turned off the 4K screen, opened the supernatant treasury, and gave all of the five-color stones, which were so full that you couldn't see the edge at a glance, to the disciples of Jiejiao.

Five-color stones are materials for refining tools, which can be used to refine spiritual treasures of the post-world level and mid-level post-acquired items, so Chen Xuanji ordered people to hoard a large number of them in the Shangqing treasure house early on.

At the same time, five-color stones are related to mending the sky. Whoever contributes more five-color stones will get more merit.

At this time, Chen Xuanji distributed to the disciples of Jiejiao, so that they also share a share of merit.

(End of this chapter)