Even saints in this world have knots of heart, so even if Zhen Yuanzi becomes a saint, he is no exception. Whoever becomes a closed-door turtle will be unhappy. However, the prehistoric world still has the final say. At this moment, Zhen Yuanzi has become a saint. His fist is bigger and stronger, so he is calmly standing in front of the eleventh ancestor witches without panic.

In the prehistoric land and under the saints, there are all ants. These ancestor witches are just bigger ants, but they still can't make any waves. Di Jiang and the others are also very clear about this. If Hou Tu is there at this moment, the twelve capital heavenly evil formation can be considered perfect, and it may be fine to drag the saint a little, but now, it is obvious that it is a pattern of people as the knife and I as the fish.

Eleven-on-one, there is still no chance of winning.

Zhen Yuanzi waved his whisk gently and said coldly: "Dijiang, don't say that I don't give you a chance, you brothers will go together! I have just proved the truth, so it's easy to confirm my cultivation!"

Di Jiang said furiously: "Too, Zhen Yuanzi, you are too arrogant. I want to teach you a lesson today!" As he said that, six pairs of wings behind Di Jiang kept flapping. On the vast land, except for Kunpeng and Jinwu, Di Jiang's speed can be said to be the fastest. If he can't beat it, he will definitely be able to run.

But Di Jiang did not, but rushed forward to Zhen Yuanzi, with an extremely fast speed. This was undoubtedly a way to fight for death. While charging, Di Jiang shouted loudly: "I'll hold him back, you go quickly, leave quickly, save some of my witch clan's bloodline, go quickly!"

"Boss." "Boss, don't!"

As the elder brother, Di Jiang still had this point, so he rushed straight towards Zhen Yuanzi. The Witch Clan had no soul and could not self-destruct, but the Witch Clan's body was like steel bars. Such speed, with great power, was undoubtedly the yard point of the later generations.

This suicide collision is actually nothing to Zhen Yuanzi, but Di Jiang's mind to sacrifice his life for justice has to be admired. But even though he admires it, he will die. So Zhen Yuanzi immediately condensed his magic power and prepared to kill with one blow.

At this moment, Xuan Ming was already crying. Zhurong, Gonggong, Zhu Jiuyin and other ancestor witches began to tremble all over, but they did not leave. They hoped that they could see a miracle. While crying, Xuan Ming bent his chest and stamped his feet weakly: "Boss, don't, don't!"

But when he said it, it was soon, all this could not be changed by Xuan Ming. Just when Di Jiang flew straight towards Zhen Yuanzi, the entire Qingqiu Mountains were shrouded in a tiny yellow light, Houtu's voice suddenly came out, saying: "Boss, don't!"

The yellowish light suddenly raised a wave of sand, which continued to slow down Dijiang's speed and blurred Dijiang's eyes. When Dijiang opened his eyes again, his huge body had returned to his brothers and sisters, and Houtu appeared in front of Zhen Yuanzi in plain clothes and said, "Brother Zhen Yuan, please show mercy to keep my witch blood!"

"Houtu, you dodge, you transform into the six realms, compassionate heart, I don't want to make things difficult for you!" Zhen Yuanzi said angrily.

But even if Houtu becomes a saint at this moment, he is still a member of the Witch Clan. How could he not save him? Although the Taoist ancestor did not give the will of the Six Paths, she still came out after she was stumbled. On the one hand, Chen Yuyang once gave her confidence, and on the other hand, in the final battle of the Witch Clan, she would return to the arms of her brothers and sisters no matter what.

This is the friendship of the witch clan. You have to save your own tribe. The biggest difference between Pangu's bloodline and Pangu's soul is here. Houtu bowed slightly and said, "Brother Zhenyuan Dao, my sister knows that my witch clan's killing will surely kill the heavens, and the heavenly punishment will definitely not be able to rest with my witch clan, but after all, blood is thicker than water, so my sister will not risk her death and will do her best!"

Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and said, "Houtu, I can understand your mood, but the witch clan is rampant in the prehistoric world and killing human races must be punished! This is due to the way of heaven! Even if you are the saint, you cannot change it. I advise you to go back to your six paths! Don't pay attention to the prehistoric world!"

Hou Tu bowed again and said, "I can't obey my destiny!"

"Since that's the case, then let's see the truth from your hands! I'm not polite!" Zhen Yuanzi waved his whisk, and the earth book in his hand had already appeared. Although the earth book was a defensive treasure, it would not be a waste if it attacked. At least it had a trace of power in the battle of the saints.

After the two of them went online for a long time, no one started to take action. After all, both of them had just become saints and were not very well controlled by the power of the saints. So in order to avoid hurting innocent people, they naturally had to brew for a long time. However, Houtu was delaying time, hoping to delay Zhen Yuanzi and make the witch clan escape unscathed.

However, the Witch Clan is really a brainless race. Everyone just watched, and Houtu finally couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Boss, don't you take the people back!"

Di Jiang reacted, but it was too late when he realized it. Xiaotian's figure had already arrived nearby. A golden light flashed, blocking the way of the witch clan. He was wearing a black military uniform and the long spear in his hand trembled. Xiaotian said coldly: "Where are you damn witch clans going?"

Faced with the attacks between the two saints, Hou Tu could only sigh and said, "I am the one who dies in heaven, and I am the one who dies in heaven!"

However, under this heavenly way, it is not up to these people who should die and who should not die. Houtu is ready to explode himself at this moment, but before that, she still has to make a last try. Zhen Yuanzi is because Brother Qingyang became a saint, and Little Tiantianzun is a disciple of Brother Qingyang. Now as long as Brother Qingyang appears, there is still a glimmer of life.

So Houtu shouted: "Brother Qingyang Dao, my younger sister let down my brother's trust, but for my witch bloodline, my younger sister will die if she is willing to sacrifice herself. In the future, I will ask Brother Qingyang Dao to take care of her. My younger sister is gone." He whispered, Houtu said: "Farewell forever, Brother Qingyang Dao!"

It is obvious that Houtu has ambition to die, and the yellowish light immediately covers the whole body and explodes. The saint self-destructs, how much is that? This is not only touching it with emotion, but even a bit threatening. Houtu self-destructs, and the entire Qingqiu Mountain, the army and all human races of Qingyang Island will not escape death, and even Zhen Yuanzi and Xiaotian will be severely damaged.

At this moment, above the Jiuxiao, in Zixiao Palace, he snorted coldly: "Hum, Houtu, bold!" hf();
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