All Heavens: Sharing Talents with Countless Mes

At the critical moment, Di Jiang roared, his figure became blurred, and he actually escaped from under the Chaos Bell.

The force of space fluctuated, and Dijiang appeared tens of thousands of miles away, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth and his face pale. It was obvious that this escape had cost him a considerable price.

"What a great spatial magical power!"

Donghuang Taiyi gritted his teeth, and the Chaos Bell hummed again, with the bell waves rippling and sweeping in all directions.

The other ancestor witches also took action and fought a desperate battle with Di Jun, Tai Yi and the demon army.

The battlefield of Buzhou Mountain suddenly became a Shura field.

The shouts of killing shook the sky, magic weapons collided, supernatural powers collided, countless lives fell, and the earth was stained with blood.

This calamity-inducing energy was like a catalyst, causing the two races of warlocks and liches to go completely mad with killing rage and fight to the death.

This war lasted for hundreds of years, the sun and moon lost their light, and the sky and earth lost their color.

The two races of liches and wizards were so bloodthirsty that they had long forgotten the original reasons. Only endless killing and hatred remained.

Di Jun is worthy of being the demon king of the demon clan, a powerful man at the peak of quasi-saint, and he also has the top-grade innate spiritual treasures such as the River Map and Luo Shu in his hands. Although he was seriously injured, he became more and more courageous. The River Map and Luo Shu in his hands shone brightly, and he killed the two space ancestors Di Jiang and Xizi among the twelve ancestor witches!

"Hahaha, the Wu clan is nothing but a bunch of chickens and dogs!" Di Jun laughed wildly, his eyes full of pride.

However, before he could finish his words, the four great witch ancestors, Rushou, Jumang, Gonggong and Zhurong, came roaring and attacked with rage burning in their eyes.

"Di Jun, you deserve to die!" Rushou roared, waving the golden spear in his hand, and slashed at Di Jun fiercely with unparalleled Gengjin energy.

The rattan whip in Ju Mang's hand danced like a mad dragon, carrying endless vitality but also containing terrifying murderous intent.

Gonggong controlled the huge waves and rushed towards Dijun. Zhurong's body was covered with flames, turning into a sea of ​​fire, and was about to burn Dijun to ashes.

Di Jun's face changed drastically. He was already seriously injured. How could he resist the joint attack of the four great witch ancestors?
"Boom!" The attacks of the four great ancestor witches fell on Di Jun at the same time. He let out a scream and his body was almost torn into pieces.

However, just as he was about to fall, a hint of madness flashed in his eyes, and his body suddenly swelled up, bursting out with an incomparably dazzling light.

"Since I can't survive, you can forget about living well!"

"No, he's going to blow himself up!"

Zhu Rong exclaimed. However, it was too late.

"Boom!" With a loud bang that shook the earth, Emperor Jun exploded. The terrifying energy swept in all directions, engulfing the four great witch ancestors Rushou, Ju Mang, Gong Gong, and Zhu Rong.

After the explosion, the world was silent. Only the smell of blood and the pervasive aura of catastrophe told of the tragedy that had just occurred.

The power of Di Jun's self-explosion shook the heavens and the earth, and it seemed that this huge noise could be heard everywhere in the prehistoric world.

At the center of the explosion, smoke and dust filled the air, blocking out the sky and the sun, making it impossible to see the scene inside.

The six ancestor witches who were fighting fiercely with Donghuang Taiyi - Tianwu, Shebisi, Xuanming, Houtu, Zhu Jiuyin and Qiangliang - were also affected by this horrific energy. Each of them was seriously injured and their breathing was disordered.

"Brother!" Donghuang Taiyi's sorrowful roar resounded through the heaven and earth. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were red, and he looked like a madman.

Seeing his brother's death, he was filled with grief and anger, and no trace of rationality remained.

He burned his blood and essence madly, pouring all his magic power into the Chaos Bell.

The Chaos Bell emitted a deafening hum, and countless mysterious runes appeared on the surface of the bell, emitting an aura of destruction.

"You all die!"

Donghuang Taiyi acted like a madman, and the Chaos Bell suddenly smashed down, aiming directly at the six seriously injured Ancestral Witches.

"Not good!" Tian Wu's face changed drastically. He endured the severe pain in his body and wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

The waves from the Chaos Bell swept in like a tsunami, instantly engulfing the three ancestor witches Tian Wu, Shebi Shi and Qiang Liang.

After three shrill screams, everything returned to calm. When the smoke and dust cleared, only three pools of bloody debris remained. Where was the figure of the ancestor witch?
Hou Tu, Xuan Ming and Zhu Jiuyin managed to escape the disaster but were all seriously injured and unable to fight again.

Looking at the miserable plight of their companions, they were heartbroken but helpless.

Donghuang Taiyi was already at the end of his strength at this moment. The sequelae of burning his essence and blood made him extremely painful, but there was a mad flame burning in his eyes as he stared at the remaining three ancestor witches.

"You will all be buried with my eldest brother!" Donghuang Taiyi said in a hoarse voice and raised the Chaos Bell again.

Xuan Ming and Zhu Jiuyin looked at each other, with a flash of determination in their eyes.

They knew that they could not escape death today, so rather than linger on, they would rather die together with the enemy!

"Hou Tu, hurry up and leave!" Xuan Ming shouted, and with a flash he stood in front of Hou Tu.

Zhu Jiuyin followed closely behind, and the two of them, one in front and one behind, hugged Donghuang Taiyi tightly.

"What are you doing? Let me go!" Donghuang Taiyi struggled desperately but could not break free from the two men's restraints.

"Let's die together!" Xuanming and Zhu Jiuyin roared at the same time. They burned their last blood and spirit and blew themselves up.

"Boom!" There was another earth-shaking sound. The self-explosion of the three quasi-saints was more powerful than that of Emperor Jun.

The terrifying energy swept in all directions, razing the entire Buzhou Mountain to the ground.

After the explosion, there was a dead silence between heaven and earth. Only the pervasive smell of blood and the suffocating aura of catastrophe told of the tragedy that had just occurred.

Hou Tu is the only survivor among the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

She stood blankly in the ruins, looking at everything in front of her, heartbroken.

At this time, the calamity energy between heaven and earth seemed to be much clearer, and Hou Tu also woke up from her previous bloodthirsty mood.

She didn't understand what this war was all about and why she had to pay such a heavy price.

After this battle, their witch clan was almost wiped out. She was the only ancestor witch left, and there was no one left at the great witch level!

The situation of the demon clan was not much better, with their dead bodies everywhere.

"It's over... Is it all over?"

Hou Tu muttered to herself, her voice hoarse, as if it was squeezed out from the depths of her throat.

She staggered forward, every step felt like walking on the edge of a knife, the piercing pain constantly reminded her of the cruelty of this war.

She saw Tian Wu’s broken body. The once majestic Wind Witch was now just a pile of bloody remains.

She saw Shebisi's corpse again. His body, which was as hard as iron, was now shattered.

Some of them didn't even leave behind a broken body.

Most of the calamity energy between heaven and earth dissipated, but it never disappeared completely.

Hou Tu dragged her heavy steps, walking through the sea of ​​corpses and blood step by step.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, stimulating her senses.

She walked numbly, as if she could not feel the pain in her body or the sadness in her heart.

Suddenly, she stopped.

A strange feeling came over me, like a ray of light in the darkness, or a ray of clarity in the chaos.

The catastrophe...isn't over yet?

This thought flashed through her mind like lightning, instantly clearing her originally confused thoughts.

She looked around blankly, her eyes sweeping over the broken corpses, over the Buzhou Mountain that was almost razed to the ground, and over the calamity aura that still permeated the heaven and earth.

She didn't understand why she felt this way.

Both the witch and the lich races were defeated. She was the only one left among the ancestor witches. The demon race also suffered heavy losses. This catastrophe that lasted for countless years, is it not over yet? She sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and tried to catch that ray of spiritual light.

At the same time, in the depths of chaos, in the Zixiao Palace.

Patriarch Hongjun slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze was deep and distant, as if he could see through endless time and space and see the tragic scene on the ancient land.

"Hou Tu..."

He muttered to himself, with a complicated look in his eyes.

Under the way of heaven, all living beings are chess pieces.

Even he couldn't escape.

He sighed and closed his eyes again.

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, Hou Tu sat cross-legged, surrounded by the rich power of the law of earth.

The earth seemed to sense her presence and began to tremble slightly. Countless ochre-colored lights surged out from the ground and gathered on her.

Her body gradually became transparent, as if it was about to merge with the earth.

At this moment, Hou Tu finally understood!
"I transform my body into reincarnation, establish the six paths, and level the calamity!"

Hou Tu stood up and uttered a loud oath, the sound of which resounded throughout the entire ancient world.

As she swore, the calamity energy between heaven and earth began to fluctuate violently, as if being pulled by some powerful force, and began to rush towards Hou Tu frantically.

Hou Tu's body began to tremble violently, and her face turned extremely pale, as if she was in great pain.

But she still kept her eyes closed, and kept chanting the ancient and mysterious spell.

As the spell was chanted, Hou Tu's body began to gradually merge into the earth.

Her legs, her waist, her chest, and her head gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

In the end, only her voice remained, still echoing between heaven and earth.

Chu Yang, who was far away on Yingzhou Island in the East China Sea, also heard the sound and was awakened from his cultivation.

After some quick calculations, he found out that the war between the wizard and the lich had ended, and the ancestor of wizard Hou Tu had also transformed into the Six Paths of Reincarnation, giving the dead souls between heaven and earth a place to go.

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, the land was devastated.

Hou Tu's last words were still echoing between heaven and earth, when an old and majestic voice suddenly rang out: "Good!"

The figure of Patriarch Hongjun appeared out of nowhere in the air. He had white hair and a youthful face, dressed in a purple Taoist robe, and surrounded by a chaotic aura.

He waved his hand gently, and a gentle force enveloped the homeless souls wandering between heaven and earth, guiding them to slowly float towards the huge vortex of the six realms of reincarnation.

Soon after, the figures of the six saints appeared one after another.

Laozi rode on a green ox with a calm expression; Yuanshi Tianzun had a solemn expression and held the Pangu Banner in his hand; Tongtian Jiaozhu watched the slowly rotating six realms of reincarnation with a trace of compassion.

The two Western saints, Jie Yin and Zhunti, also came riding on auspicious clouds, with an indescribable complex expression on their faces.

Nuwa had a sad face and her eyes were slightly red.

"Junior Sister Hou Tu, we admire you!"

Yuanshi Tianzun said in a deep voice, with a hint of respect in his tone.

Several other saints also nodded in agreement.

Hou Tu's action was of immeasurable merit, and even saints like them would feel ashamed of themselves.

The Heavenly Dao seemed to have sensed Hou Tu's great sacrifice, and sent down boundless golden light of merit, dyeing the entire prehistoric world golden.

The magnitude of this merit is even greater than that of Nuwa creating human beings.

In the center of the six realms of reincarnation, Hou Tu's figure quietly emerged.

She was still as graceful and elegant as ever, looking like the queen of the country, but her face was a little pale, as if she had just experienced a long sleep.

She looked at Hongjun and the saints calmly, without any sadness in her eyes, only a sense of relief and relief.

"From now on there will be no more Hou Tu, only Empress Ping Xin!"

She whispered, her voice clear and ethereal, as if it came from the sky above.

At this moment, the light of the Six Paths of Reincarnation became even brighter, like a rising sun, illuminating the entire prehistoric world.

The boundless merits condensed into two treasures in the air, a book of life and death, and a judge's pen, which fell into the hands of Niangniang Pingxin.

Countless creatures, whether they were the remaining wizards and liches or other prehistoric creatures, all bowed in the direction of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, shouting, "Empress Pingxin!" The sound shook the earth and resounded throughout the universe.

Even the six saints bowed slightly and said in unison: "Empress Pingxin!"

Chu Yang was on Yingzhou Island, gazing towards Mount Buzhou, feeling the vast power of merit and virtue, and feeling filled with emotion.

Finally it has come to this point. At this moment, the two races of wizards and liches have become a thing of the past.

The smoke of the war between wizards and liches has dissipated, and the ancient world has finally calmed down.
The scars of the Buzhou Mountain's fracture are still eye-catching, but compared with the previous scenes of the earth breaking apart at any time, the current peace seems precious.

Chu Yang still stayed on Yingzhou Island, concentrating on practicing the Chaos Body Refining Technique and turning a deaf ear to all the disturbances in the outside world.

Time passed like flowing water, and in the blink of an eye, eight hundred years had passed.

On this day, the sky above Yingzhou Island was changing rapidly, and spiritual energy surged like a tide towards the cave where Chu Yang was in seclusion.

Chu Yang sat cross-legged, his body surrounded by abundant spiritual energy from heaven and earth, with a faint golden light flowing on the surface of his skin.

Suddenly, Chu Yang opened his eyes abruptly, and two rays of light shot out, leaving two deep holes on the stone wall of the cave.

“It’s done!” Chu Yang shouted softly, clenched his fists, felt the surging power in his body, and a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

After nearly a thousand years of hard training, he finally mastered the first level of "Chaos Divine Body"!
Today, his physical strength is comparable to that of a great witch. Now that all the ancient witches have fallen, this physical body is definitely one of the best in the world!

Although his realm is still Taiyi Golden Immortal, in terms of actual combat power, it is no less than that of an ordinary Daluo Golden Immortal!

"Finally... in this prehistoric world full of dangers, I have a foothold!"

Chu Yang let out a long sigh, feeling filled with emotion.

The battle with Jiuying was the most thrilling one for Chu Yang, but fortunately he won in the end.

“Next, it’s time to test the power of this Chaos Divine Body!” A glimmer of excitement flashed in Chu Yang’s eyes.

His figure flashed and he arrived above the sea outside Yingzhou Island.

He took a deep breath and punched out with both fists. Two golden fist shadows whizzed out and slammed heavily on the sea.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, a huge column of water exploded from the sea surface and rushed straight into the sky. The sea water within hundreds of miles surged violently, forming huge waves. The scene was horrifying.

"Yes, without the help of magic power, relying only on the strength of the body, it has such power. It is more than ten times stronger than before!"

“If I were to meet Jiuying, the demon saint in the late Daluo Jinxian stage, again, I wouldn’t need to use any formations to assist me, and I would be able to kill him!”

Chu Yang nodded with satisfaction. (End of this chapter)