The battle between Moluo Wutian, Ziwei Emperor and Meng Jiang was unreserved and used all his strength.

With Jiang Chen's current strength, it is difficult for him to intervene in this level of battle.

Even if you want to take advantage of the gap, you still have to beware of the re-use of Mo Luo Wutian's old tricks and attack Jiang Chen by stealing the world.

In contrast, the Asura clan was brutally massacred by the demon clan and almost exterminated.

For the demons, this massacre was a hunt for the last demon sacrifice and the rebirth of the demon ancestor Luohu.

Its importance is even more important than the life of Moluo Wutian.

In just a moment, Jiang Chen distinguished the priorities and immediately withdrew from the battle circle with the devil kings Bo Xun and Su Yunxi.

At the same time, Mo Luo Wutian, who was entangled by two Daluo and was trapped in a fierce battle, also noticed it, and his expression tightened.

"We must never let Jiang Chen, a villain, ruin our clan's plan!"

Thinking of this, Moluo Wutian's momentum shook, and the rolling demonic flames condensed on his palm.

"You will give it to me, get out of here!"

With a loud shout, both fists came out.

The fist energy was intertwined with demonic flames, like two aggressive demon dragons, evolved from Mo Luo's hands, and carried the destruction to kill Ziwei Emperor and Meng Jiang.

Boom, boom!

Accompanied by two loud noises, the two demon dragons detonated, and all the sights were covered by demon waves.

Seeing this scene, Moro did not stop, and turned into a dark light and wanted to escape from the battle circle.

But the next moment, the turbid light swept across, and sand and dust blocked Mo Luo like a wind wall, blocking his way.

It seems to be just a thin layer of sand and dust, but it is like a gap between heaven and earth, giving people a sense of inbreak.

"You evil demon, haven't you said you're going to clean up me together? Why are you now retreating without fighting and becoming a turtle with a head-shrinking?"

"With your courage, you still want to dominate the world and achieve something big. Haha, it's better to hide in the dark corner and survive."

Meng Jiang's lazy but imposing voice came, which made Mo Luo Wutian stagnate.

He suddenly turned around, but saw Emperor Ziwei and Meng Jiangzhen dispersed a large area of ​​magic fog, and he stepped forward slowly.

At that moment, Moro panicked.

He looked at the figures of the two quasi-saints who were constantly approaching and the strong momentum released by Meng Jiang, and subconsciously took two steps back.

"You, who are you?"

Moluo Wutian said with a vigilant look on his face.

Although he was vigilant, he did not give up resistance. On the contrary, his increasingly cold momentum was released from Moluo Wutian's body.

Meng Jiang is not a person who underestimates the enemy. He knows the extraordinaryness of Moluo. Seeing this scene, his expression becomes more and more serious.

The next moment, Meng Jiang's arms were slightly opened, and a turbid breath surrounded her body, gradually sweeping into a storm. A momentum from the ancient times appeared and disappeared under this storm.

"This breath..."

The true body has not been revealed yet. Just feeling this extraordinary aura, the deepest part of Mo Luo Wutian's heart became afraid.

As time goes by, the momentum becomes stronger and stronger, emerges from the storm.

until--

Boom!

In an instant, sand flew away from stones, and yellow sand filled the sky. A huge figure with a foot-long body appeared in front of Mo Luo Wutian and Ziwei Emperor.

This giant figure has a human body and a snake's tail, seven hands behind it, both hands on the chest, and holds a snake in both hands.

The whole body was filled with wind and sand, and it exuded a simple and deep aura at all times.

"Ancestral Witch, Houtu!"

At that moment, Moluo Wutian and Ziwei Emperor exclaimed in unison.

This true body of the ancestor witch Houtu is different from the seven ancestor witches summoned by Jiang Chen with the twelve capital heavenly evil formation.

The seven ancestor witches were transformed by Dutian Dark Flag with the help of formation, and were activated by Jiang Chen, a half-step quasi-saint at the same time. Although the power is not weak, it is only at the ordinary half-step quasi-saint level.

If it is used to deal with Mo Luo Wutian, it will appear a little weak.

But this ancestor witch Houtu is different. This is the real ancestor witch transformed by the essence and blood of Pangu.

"No wonder I felt the ancient aura of the prehistoric world on her. It turned out to be the ancestor witch Houtu!"

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches are transformed by Pangu's essence and blood, so they naturally bear Pangu's breath."

"But, haven't the twelve ancestor witches all died in the end of the prehistoric world? But why did this ancestor witch Houtu..."

"The ancestor witch Houtu is the only survivor among the twelve ancestor witches, but he has also transformed into the six realms of reincarnation. Now the six realms of reincarnation are still there, why does the ancestor witch Houtu appear here?"

At this moment, Moluo Wutian's heart was collapsed.

Although Emperor Ziwei knew that Meng Jiang was related to the ancestor witch Houtu, he simply thought that Meng Jiang was the good corpse of the ancestor witch Houtu. But no matter how strong the good corpse was, how could it be turned into its essence?

"I heard that the six realms of reincarnation swept through the storm of reincarnation, and isolated all the strong people, but the reincarnated souls can enter it. However, the true body of Houtu ancestral witch appeared in it, and it was very likely to be revived."

"And now, the true body of Houtu appears here and is transformed by Meng Jiang. Is it..."

Thinking of this, Emperor Ziwei narrowed his eyes and guessed the whole story.

Of course, it doesn’t matter whether you know this now. What’s important is that Meng Jiang is his ally, and joining forces to fight against Mo Luo Wutian is the top priority.

"Since Meng Jiang dares to expose her trump card and display her true body in front of this emperor, she is not afraid of this secret being spread. Or, for the sake of Jiang Chen, she does not hesitate to reveal her...the biggest secret."

Emperor Ziwei's eyes narrowed and he thought to himself.

At the same time, Mo Luo Wutian stared at Meng Jiang who was displaying the true body of the ancestor witch, and he already knew in his heart.

As the saying goes, if a dragon has reverse scales, it will die if it touches it.

I am afraid that she has touched Meng Jiang's rebellious scales, so she will expose her identity regardless of everything and use the strongest means to kill herself.

In this case, it is impossible to be good.

Moreover, what frightened him even more was that Jiang Chen, Su Yunxi and the Demon King Bo Xun had joined the battle to prevent the demons from massacre.

The demon king Ma Xun used Shura's true body to exert his strength to the extreme. He held a giant blade like a tiger entering a flock of sheep and joined the battle circle. With each move, hundreds of demons turned into ashes.

Su Yunxi opened her arms slightly, holding up the twelve-grade karma fire red lotus with one hand, and holding the twelve-grade karma white lotus with the other hand. The red lotus karma fire and the pure world lotus fire were intertwined, bloody and hideous, and sacred.

The double divine fire was accompanied by bursts of mysterious light, like two fire dragons, controlled by Su Yunxi's palm, rushing back and forth, like entering a land without a man.

Although these two people are strong, no matter how many demon soldiers and generals they will slaughter, it will be harmless for the demons.

However, the moment Jiang Chen entered the battle circle, Mo Luo Wutian's eyes were cracked and he was almost crying.

Jiang Chen stepped on the fifteenth-grade merit golden lotus, and his wrist trembled, and the Heavenly Dao God Killing Spear turned into a hundred feet in size. Under Jiang Chen's control, the black, long and hard Heavenly Dao God Killing Spear pierced into the rolling waves of demons.

Then, a wave of turbulent seas was overturned, and in an instant, the magic fog swept across, and the rolling magic waves were like turbulent seas. Under the guidance of the spear tip, they rushed into the grooves of the spear blades.

"If you want to gather all the magic fog and perform the demon sacrifice, you have to ask me if I agree first!"

"Pilling life and accumulating the magic fog of the rebirth of the demon ancestor Luohu. Since that's the case, I will come with you once to eat black and black!"

Between words, wind and clouds surging, and a crystal stone vaguely formed in the groove.
Chapter completed!