Prehistoric World Live Room System

Chapter 457: Demon Clan Defeated?

The figures of the Twelve Ancestral Witches are as tall and mighty as a real fairy king who patrols the nine heavens. The five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth rotate like an ocean of five elements. The innate power of the five elements reveals infinite sharpness.A shrine floats in the air, the witch is on the ground, her feet are on the ground, her goose-yellow long skirt is stirring, her snow-like skin is smooth and moist, and the divine power is rotating to protect her whole body.

Wind, rain, thunder and lightning flashed together. The wind, which rose from the hair, crossed the snow-capped mountains, climbed over the jungle, and fluttered in the air. When it was blown lightly, it would eat people's souls, even the powerhouses in the realm of gods and men. They were hard to resist. ;Drips of drizzle fell from the sky and washed the earth, forming a trickle, which seemed to be able to roll like a river at any time and wipe out all powerful enemies; the sound of thunder was loud, and a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, like a silver snake dancing, huffing and puffing The power of thunder and lightning, this is Wu Qiangliang, the ancestor of thunder, and Wu Xizi, the ancestor of electricity. They loom.

The fusion of time and space has evolved into the breath of destiny. Dijiang's silver hair is flying, holding a staff close at hand, a pair of silver eyes seem to have the breath of space flashing, and he is in charge of the power of space. He stands there quietly, but gives people a feeling An erratic feeling, as if there are layers of space barriers, walking in the void, no one can really lock his real body.Beside Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin's expression didn't change at all, only a long river of time manifested above his head, carrying the power of time, distorting the law of time, this is the avenue of time.

"Di Jiang, there will be an unprecedented crisis in this war, and we don't need to hold back. Whether it is success or failure, it is all about this. Invincibility has achieved a legend, and now the inheritance of the Father God falls on us, and we must stick to the glory of the Father God!" Zhu Jiuyin's expression shook, as if his eyes could really open at any time, turning into the sun and the moon Generally, this is the power of the first ancestor witch.

Although the ancestral witches were transformed by Pangu's blood essence, they are not the real Pangu after all. Every time they condense Pangu's real body, they need to pay a huge price, and they have never really used the power of Pangu's real body. Up to now, all the powerhouses in the realm of heaven are living in chaos.This is an excellent opportunity. As long as the ancient clan is destroyed, the Wu clan will gather endless luck, and they may even have the opportunity to go one step further and become the strongest. There is no need to fear the existence of the Realm of Heaven.

If the powerhouses in the realm of heaven still suppress the flood and never disappear into the chaos, no matter how powerful the witch clan is, they will not be able to truly sweep away all the enemies. They will always face the powerhouses in the realm of heaven. Calculations, even the calculations of all the powerhouses in the realm of heaven.

Prosperity and decline, this is the ending that Zu Wu didn't want to see. Zhu Jiuyin's eyes seemed to be able to truly see through the boundaries of time and space. At this moment, the only way to concentrate all the power to wipe out the ancient clan in one fell swoop is for the Wu clan to die. If there is a real opportunity for great prosperity, even if the powerful man of the Dao of Heaven returns, he will not be able to directly take action to wipe the Wu Clan from the earth.

Given enough time for them, Zhu Jiuyin firmly believed that he could lead the Wu Clan to become the strongest clan in heaven and earth, even surpassing the current Dragon Clan. Unfortunately, he was born at an untimely time, so he could only shrink back and forth in order to preserve the Wu Clan's inheritance. Immortality is for the eternal cause of the Wu Clan.

"Today's battle will determine the success or failure of the world. Within a thousand years, the strong in the realm of heaven will not appear in the prehistoric world. This is the best opportunity for our ancestors to prove the way. If we can prove it all Taking the Dao is the return of the powerful in the realm of the Dao of Heaven, and the Wu Clan has enough strength to contend with it!" Di Jiang's silver hair fluttered around, and he spoke loudly, and every ancestral witch's eyebrows showed Confident sharpness, eyes bursting with cold light, their only chance to seek the Dao, if they miss this chance, they may have to sleep for countless years before they have the next chance.

"Di Jiang is right, we must seize this opportunity firmly, and kill those remnants of the ancient clan one by one, so as to show our supernatural power!" Murderous aura rose from Shebi's body, as if The killing god who walked out of the killing field seems to have scars on his body, and each scar represents the traces of his battle. If we say that among the ancestor witches, the existence with the most combat experience must be Wu Shebi, the ancestor of the weather. corpse!
"They're coming!" The ancestor of the earth, the witch queen soil, who had been silent for a long time, rolled her beautiful eyes, shining brightly, and the shrine above her head was spinning. She said lightly, as if she didn't care about the coming enemy.

Five breezes blew, and five huge figures floated in the air. Each figure had a surging aura, like an invincible existence that had stepped out of the ancient battlefield. It has the vicissitudes of life and simplicity.

"You are the Twelve Ancestral Witches? How dare you call yourself Empress Pangu, how courageous!" The nine-colored divine ring floats behind the head of the Silkworm King, and there is a crown of wings on the top of the head, divided into yin and yang, as if there is a The power of life and death is turning, his voice is calm and resolute, his eyes look at the twelve ancestor witches, it is like an abyss, the bottom is not visible, and he has been sleeping for countless years. No one knows what kind of power this ancient king has now. Earth-shattering means!
"Isn't this the silkworm king hiding in the ground like a mouse? Why? No longer hiding his head and showing his tail? It's not easy to show his true body!" A sharp ironic voice came from the mouth of Wu Gonggong, the ancestor of water, Yin and Yang are strange, as if he is very disdainful of the actions of the Silkworm King, and his beautiful face is full of contempt.

"Wu Gonggong, the ancestor of water? How dare you dare to challenge the majesty of this seat! Later, this seat will definitely send you back to the west with my own hands, which can be regarded as a blessing!" A gloomy look flashed in the eyes of the Silkworm King His expression and voice were incomparably cold, like ice in the abyss, chilling to the bone, a murderous thought rose in his heart, even though his deep sleep was not for escaping anything, after all, it was not a glorious thing, it was the silkworm's fault The queen came to help, maybe he will sleep until the world is shattered, and when all living beings wither, even with the death of the world.

"Really? Silkworm King, you, a crap like you who shrinks your head and lets women show up, dare to attack our ancestors and witches? If it were me, Zhu Rong, I would have smashed my head to death on Zhoushan, and I have no face to face the flood. Creatures!" The extremely irritable Fire Ancestor Sorcerer spoke loudly with eyes of flames and fiery red hair fluttering like a volcano that could erupt at any time.

"Zhanhan, we don't need to waste any time talking with them, just kill them one by one, and achieve the prestige of our holy clan!" A ray of sharp blade flashed across the handsome face of the Silkworm King, and the sinister expression flashed. After passing away, he turned around and said to the Lord of War Demons beside him, in his eyes, only the Lord of War Demons has the capital to stand shoulder to shoulder with him, the strong are respected, even the ancestors of other royal families, he never Put it in your eyes.

"That's right, beheading all the ancestor witches and making the witch clan slaves for generations is also considered a good fortune!" The eyes of the ancestor Lei Ting emerged with the power of thunder, and his eyes were fixed on Wu Qiangliang, the ancestor of thunder, As long as he can absorb Qiangliang's source of thunder, his cultivation can go a step further, and he even has the capital to directly hit the realm of the strong, saving hundreds of millions of years of accumulation, but there is no rush.

"Let's do it, a thousand years is too short and fleeting. Even if we wipe out the two clans of liches, we must be prepared to resist the return of those strong ones!" The shadow emperor's figure seemed to be constantly After shaking, an abyss-like world emerged behind it. It was the legendary Nine Netherlands, a place where demons were buried.

Agitated by divine power, the Lord of the Scorpion remained motionless, like a sculpture, standing there quietly, only the thorn of the Scorpion turning in his hand showed a trace of cold light, showing the killing spirit in the heart of this killing god. Meaning, filled between heaven and earth.

"Let's do it, let us see what supernatural powers the Wu Clan has inherited from Pangu, and what qualifications they have to dominate the world and occupy the richest eastern wasteland!" His body is incomparably tall, like the only demon god in the world, the war demon clan, born with an extremely tyrannical body, even compared with the world's so-called number one witch clan, it is not inferior.

The sound of gold and iron colliding came from the air, and a shadow appeared behind the ancestor of gold, Wu Rushou. The long sword was like a shadow, trying to directly penetrate into the chest of the ancestor of gold, Wu Rushou, and hit him beheaded.Just when the long sword was about to sink into Ruo Shou's chest, Lia Shou's figure turned quickly, stretched out two fingers, and clamped the long sword directly, the golden divine power surged, the tall and immortal body seemed plain, But there are endless killing opportunities!
"Yingying, is this your trick? Xiaoxiao, dare to offend the majesty of our witch clan!" Ru Shou said disdainfully, and the shadow emperor's figure moved, and the long sword fell into her hand again, like a blue slash. Smoke, disappearing into the air, killing with one blow, and retreating if you don't die, this is the belief of the Shadow Clan. They firmly believe that they will seize the opportunity and strike fiercely to kill the enemy!

(End of this chapter)