Honghuang: Senior Brother of the Chan Sect, I am Guangchengzi

Chapter 198: Committing suicide with a smile, everything is over

Looking at the many stars appearing in the sky, the witch ancestors laughed and took out twelve large flags. On each flag was embroidered a figure of a god or man in different shapes, which were the true bodies of the witch ancestors.

Only the flag held by Chi You was embroidered with a statue with a human head and a snake body, two hands in front of the chest, seven hands behind the back, and two Teng snakes in the hands in front of the chest, which was the real body of Hou Tu.

As these twelve flags were erected, a buzzing sound suddenly sounded in the starry sky, and countless turbid air from the earth emerged from all directions of the starry sky. The real bodies of the little Pangu also roared and turned into some turbid air from the earth, pouring into the bodies of the ancestor witches.

Just as the ancient witches did not stop the establishment of the Zhoutian Star Array, Emperor Jun and others did not stop the appearance of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Array.

Instead, he quietly watched as a huge and unmatched Pangu's true body stood up, and then began to move.

With the establishment of these two invincible formations, the calamity energy in the entire prehistoric world continued to boil like boiling water, and finally all rushed here. The long river of fate continued to roar, as if wanting to rush back to its original trajectory.

However, the shadows of the six treasures were looming on the river, and finally forced the long river of fate into an unknown direction. At the end of this direction was the scene of the common destruction of the lich.

The wizards and liches will perish together. This is destiny and the end. It is the fate that the saints have set for them, and this is the so-called trend of heaven.

The Way of Heaven is ruthless and selfless and will not plan any future for all living beings. The so-called general trend is actually determined by the selfish desires of various powerful people and their willful actions.

If the Way of Heaven is a mountain, then this general trend is a river, and all kinds of powerful forces are the sand and gravel that make up the river channel. Where the river flows depends entirely on the direction of the river channel, and the trend of flow is called general trend.

There are many gravels in the river, some big and some small, but none of them can overwhelm the combined force of the other gravels, so naturally they have to compromise with each other.

Then some of the sand and gravel gathered together and affected more river water. This is race and power.

Originally, most of them were like this and difficult to change, but with the appearance of the Six Saints, they have transformed from sand to mountain gods, watching the flow of rivers coldly and even taking direct action to change them.

Even if the sand and gravel in the river are unwilling, they have to flow there under the influence of the mountain god.

They can no longer even influence the flow of the river water and can only be carried away by it. No matter whether they go upstream or downstream, or even leave the river directly, they can no longer change the direction of the river, unless they can become the new mountain god.

This is what is called "no magical power can change the general trend".

However, the general trend cannot be changed, but the minor trend can be changed.

The demise of the liches and wizards is an inevitable trend. The leaders of the two tribes cannot change this and can only accept their fate. However, should the liches be completely exterminated to be considered dead, or should they be considered dead as long as they are no longer qualified to be the protagonist? This is a minor trend.

Therefore, what the leaders of the two tribes want to change is this small situation, that is, to change the lich's demise to the lich's survival, and they are willing to pay with their lives for this.

The six saints obviously accepted this outcome, so they did not stop their somewhat performative fight. Instead, they sat in the dojo and watched quietly, not even bothering to let their own disciples continue watching.

It was just a fake fight, what was there to see? The reason why the saints did not stop them was to let them vent their resentment and put an end to the past.

"It's over. Everything is finally over."

After another suicidal clash, Emperor Jun's face turned pale, and he could no longer maintain the survival of the River Map and Luo Shu.

As for Chang Xi, who had the weakest cultivation, he had already fallen to the ground, and his life or death was unknown. The Taiyin Extinction Divine Orb also began to show cracks, and it was obviously close to destruction.

Although the Taiyin Extinction Orb is ranked as a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, extremely solid, and has the mysterious innate immortality, but even a treasure like the Axe of Creation can collapse and the Chaos Green Lotus can be broken into millions of pieces, let alone an innate spiritual treasure?
The impact of the Lich Formation could already touch the threshold of Hunyuan Daluo, which was naturally not something this kind of spiritual treasure could withstand.

Donghuang Taiyi looked as pale as gold paper, Xihuang Fuxi was in a daze, the two of them were just sharing some of the pressure from others but they were so miserable, let alone Di Jun who was the main person in the formation?

If the emperors of Heaven were like this, the witch ancestors would naturally not feel any better. They all had broken limbs and arms, all caused by the witch-killing sword in Emperor Jun's hand.

Among these two large formations, perhaps only Chi You and Kun Peng are still intact, and not even damaged much, which is obviously because the leaders of these two tribes intend to take care of them.

Seeing this, Di Jun did not hesitate at all and immediately threw up the River Map and Luo Shu, shouting, "Kunpeng! You are so brave that you dare to escape in the face of the enemy and take away my River Map and Luo Shu!"

Kunpeng was trembling all over, but he knew that this was not the time to hesitate. He instantly transformed into a peng bird and grabbed the River Map and Luo Shu with his two huge claws.

Before Kunpeng left, he laughed strangely: "A wise bird chooses a tree to roost in, and a man who knows the times is a hero. Your Majesty, you used the demon flag to bind a strand of my true spirit and forced me to surrender. Now it is just karma. This is what you deserve. This demon master is leaving first!"

At this time, the two large formations were close to collapse. Except for the leaders of the two tribes, most of the witches, humans and monsters were close to coma and naturally could not see what was happening here.

Those who were still somewhat conscious had consumed most of their magic power and could not see what was happening in the central area.

They could only see a bird-like and fish-like figure passing through the sky, and after hearing those words, they all thought that Kunpeng was afraid of death and was running away in the face of the enemy.

Watching Kunpeng leave, Dijiang turned to Chiyou and said, "Chiyou, take the Wu clan away immediately. We must return to the world. Don't linger here any longer, otherwise you will be hurt." Chiyou had tears in his eyes, but he could only nod sadly, and left with the still intact Wu clan, in order to preserve a little fire for them.

As soon as the River Map and the Luo Shu and Chi You left, the Great Zhoutian Star Array and the Great Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Array began to collapse, revealing the two opponents.

Emperor Xi Fuxi suddenly laughed out loud: "Today is the day for me to escape the catastrophe, and my saint brother will be the first to ring. Emperor Jiang, watch this move of mine!"

Fuxi, who had been silent all this time, made the final move as soon as he spoke. He gathered up the remaining strength in his body, instantly turned into a meteor, and rushed directly towards Dijiang.

Before Dijiang had time to defend himself, he heard a loud bang. This saint brother, who was supposed to be the seventh person in the prehistoric times, actually blew himself up.

The witch ancestors were caught off guard and were blown to pieces. Di Jiang, who was the first to be hit, was in a miserable state, with blood all over his body. He was blown back to his innate Taoist body and could no longer sustain the consumption of his original body.

Even though the ancient witches were determined to die, they were still very painful to see Dijiang in such a miserable state. However, Fuxi had already self-destructed, and only a little of his true spirit escaped into reincarnation.

Finally, this bit of true spirit was respectfully welcomed by the incarnations of the Twelve Immortals, and then sent into the human world according to the intention of Nuwa who had descended in advance.

Watching Fuxi's death, Di Jun was not sad at all. Instead, he clapped his hands and laughed, as if he had seen an extremely happy scene.

Finally, he leaned over and picked up Chang Xi. Seeing his wife's pale face, Di Jun naturally felt very distressed.

Chang Xi also opened her eyes slightly at this time, looking at her husband with a pale face in front of her. There was a smile on that beautiful face, then she closed her eyes, clasped her hands around him, and Di Jun also hugged Chang Xi back.

The two great gods who had arranged a marriage in heaven were no longer the Emperor of Heaven or the Queen of Demons, nor were they the God of the Sun or the God of the Moon. They were just an ordinary couple.

Chang Xi whispered, "Husband, do you still remember the vows we three made to get married in heaven?"

Di Jun smiled and said, "I will never forget it. It was the happiest time of my life. Even if those children are born in the future, it will not be as good as that time."

The two looked at each other affectionately, and then sang a line together: "Today we have made a promise for three lifetimes, and we will be together forever in the underworld."

Two more loud bangs were heard, and this couple who dominated the witch and demon world chose to burn themselves together, burning their souls, bodies, and great ways, destroying all hope of resurrection, and finally transformed into two phantoms of the sun, moon, and stars, rushing towards the witch ancestors.

Meanwhile, Lu Ya and the twelve Jade Rabbit Princesses in Taisu Heaven screamed, tears streaming down their eyes. They were all in agony, as if they felt that something close to them was drifting away from them, and they would never see it again in this life.

These ancient witches did not resist, but instead accepted the bombardment from the two star shadows head-on.

Without any surprise, nearly six ancestor witches were smashed to death, and the remaining five ancestor witches were also covered in wounds, and it was obvious that they would not live long.

Upon seeing this, Donghuang Taiyi became disheartened. Despair rose in his heart and he had no desire to live. In the end, he also chose to self-destruct, but before doing so, he threw the Chaos Bell into the chaos.

"Even if you find the Chaos Bell, I will make you suffer!"

With this thought in mind, Donghuang Taiyi let out a cry towards the sky, transformed into a three-legged golden crow, and immediately rushed towards the witch ancestors.

At this time, they saw a huge sun descending from the sky, approaching them with terrifying high temperature. The remaining five ancient witches also closed their eyes, obviously waiting to die.

They were not sad in their hearts. They knew that their death could bring life to the entire witch clan. Naturally, they died a worthy death and were willing to do so. They would definitely not refuse.

But at this moment, a stream of turbid air suddenly shot out from a distance and directly knocked Xuan Ming back. Then this stream of turbid air directly replaced her position and died in her place.

Xuan Ming was close to death at this time and naturally could not resist. Even when the turbid air restrained its power and she was pushed to the ground, she felt a splitting headache and could hardly lift even a finger, which showed how serious her injuries were.

But she still forced herself to open her eyes, and what she saw was Chi You's closed-eye face, which eventually turned to ashes in the flames.

"You fool!" Xuan Ming was furious. As the ancestor of witches, he naturally had to work hard for the witch clan and give everything. How could he let his descendants die in their place?
Not to mention that Xuanming didn't have this idea, even if she did, she would not let Hou Tu's only descendant die in place of herself.

But the matter was already settled, Chi You had already replaced her and joined the Twelve Ancestral Witches, so Xuan Ming could only take over Chi You's responsibilities.

After barely recovering some strength, Xuan Ming turned around and left without hesitation to look for the remaining members of the Wu clan.

With the self-destruction of the leaders of the two races of wizards and liches, this catastrophe has been passed. The way of heaven has started to function again, all kinds of evil spirits have dissipated, and the turbid air has retreated. The prehistoric world is about to usher in another period of clarity and brightness.

It’s just that the catastrophe here has ended, while the catastrophe for the saints has just begun.

(End of this chapter)