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Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-One Xingtian Dance

Leading by Yinglong, the five dragons dismembered the corpse and sealed the head and limbs of a generation of demon god Chiyou under the Five Mountains. Xuanyuan Huangdi was still a little worried and could not help but suppress the Xuanyuan sword on Zhongyue Songshan. He suppressed Chiyou's witch clan aura with the righteous spirit of Huangdi, so that he would never break the seal.

In the Nine Nether Blood Sea, Xing Tianxiang Liu Jiufeng witnessed Chiyou being dismembered by the Five Dragons. She felt so angry that she came to Houtu and said, "Empress Houtu, we ask Empress Houtu to return to the prehistoric world with us, kill all the human race, and avenge the Chiyou brothers!" "Empress Houtu!" All the witch clans knelt in front of Houtu.

Houtu was still wearing plain clothes and was unmoved. He just said lightly: "The cycle of cause and effect is unhappy, you should die! Chiyou is not at ease in the Nine Nether Blood Sea, but he wants to be born in the human race with great magic power to fight for hegemony in the prehistoric world. This is his own fault and he has no worries with others. Besides, Brother Qingyang's mercy did not take Chiyou's life, but just sealed him up. Don't mess around!"

Xing Tian waved his sleeves and waved his hands violently, saying, "Empress, why do you ignore it? Should we be so destined to be the fate of the witch clan? We are transformed by Pangu's essence and blood, and we are born with magical powers. We should be the protagonist of the prehistoric world. How can we make the weak human race freely on the prehistoric land, but we have to sit in the Nine Nether Blood Sea?"

Houtu sneered and said, "I am obsessed with it. My witch clan was so powerful that I never slaughtered the human race for a hundred years. Now the Lich War has passed, and the twelve ancestor witches of the Witch clan are only one of the people left. How do you compete with the prosperous human race? It's ridiculous and sad. Stay peacefully in the sea of ​​blood, and there is still a glimmer of hope. A sea of ​​blood will surely die."

He sighed and Houtu said, "That's all, please listen or not!"

Xing Tian is known as the God of War in the Witch Clan. Now that he sees Chi You’s death, he can’t stand this energy. He suddenly turns into a ray of light and disappears on the Nine Nether Blood Sea. Houtu looks at the reckless Xing Tian and keeps shaking his head and said, “Crazy, Caier!!”

The Blood God Palace in the Sea of ​​Blood, the original picture of the Styx's left hand and right hand was a cold smile. Looking at Xing Tian who was flying continuously on the Sea of ​​Blood, he said disdainfully: "I'm a fool, on this vast land, I'm a dead fellow who is not dead. If you go out like this, you're just a waste of death. Living is the right way!"

As he said that, he ignored Xing Tian who was flying over his head and started to enjoy himself.

Let’s talk about Xing Tian’s bloody sea and heading straight for Songshan. However, when he reached a land, he stopped, looked at the boundary marker on the mountain, and silently said: “Changyang Mountain!”

At this moment, a cold voice echoed in the sky, saying, "Yes, it's Chang Yangshan. Xing Tian, ​​there is still a way out when you go back now, otherwise, your fate is the same as Chi You, you can choose for yourself!" This voice is not someone else, but the human saint teacher Xiao Tiantianzun.

Xing Tian looked up and saw that Xiao Tiantianzun was wearing a strange black costume on the top of Changyang Mountain. A long spear in his hand was shining with light. Xing Tian was called the God of War of the Witch Clan. The fighting bloodline of the Witch Clan kept lingering in his heart. Gan Qi pointed at Xiaotian on the mountain in his hand and roared: "Even if you are a saint, what if you dare to stop me today, you will meet the god and kill the god!"

As he said that, Xing Tian danced and went up. Xiaotian laughed contemptuously and said, "I'll be a saint who is a saint, and I'll be guilty of death!"

In recent years, Xiaotian has not actually been in Qingyang Island. After all, he has become a saint, and he is the first saint in Qingyang Island except Chen Yuyang, with a respectable status. Chen Yuyang is relieved to walk alone in the prehistoric world and does not care much about it. Xiaotian has just hid in the dark for this period of time to watch the development of the human race.

After all, Xiaotian comes from the human world, with a pure human bloodline and a human saint, so he naturally takes care of the human race, which is something Chen Yuyang allows.

Now that Chi You has been defeated, the human race is about to prosper. Xiaotian will never let Xing Tian destroy the situation of the human race again, so he waited again. If Chen Yuyang had not given instructions to leave a trace of blood in the witch clan, Xiaotian would have killed Xing Tian long ago and given him such a chance.

Xing Tian waved Gan Qi and rushed up. Thinking about the power of the saints in the Lich War back then, even the ancestor witch was killed instantly, but now facing Xing Tian, ​​he is even more calm. Xiaotian stretched out a palm, and a golden light suddenly surged, and five fingers kept flying in the air. The golden light did not allow Xing Tian to approach at all.

"Xing Tian, ​​go back!" Xiaotian was a little bitter.

However, Xing Tian was not grateful and said, "Don't think that even if I die today, I will cross Changyang Mountain and kill all the human race!"

Xiaotian sighed helplessly, and the saint's thoughts arise, and all things fly, and flowers disappear, and the world changes. The huge golden handprints slapped straight, not giving Xing Tian any chance to react. With a loud bang, the entire Changyang Mountain was directly slapped into the earth by the golden halo.

On the vast land, only Xing Tian's unyielding body was still standing. His head was already afraid of being penetrated, but Xing Tian was still tenacious. The kid in his hand was still waving and unable to see it. He used his breasts as his eyes and his navel as his mouth, and continued to curse, and still rushed towards Xiaotian.

Xiaotian smiled bitterly and said, "Why do you have to do it!"

The golden palm slapped Xing Tian's huge body again, and this time he sealed Xing Tian directly. However, Xing Tian is indeed a figure like a god of war. Not to mention his combat power, even if he is this fighting will, he should not be underestimated. Even if he is sealed, he will stand up straight and stand in front of Xiaotian.

Xiaotian couldn't help but admire the son of the witch clan. Looking at the huge body standing on the Changyang Mountain realm, and then looking at Changyang Mountain that had been directly shot into the earth. Xiaotian smiled and said, "Xing Tian, ​​it seems that you are indeed destined to be with this realm, no wonder!"

As he said that, Xiaotian flew up, held the spear with one hand, and carved the three words Changyang Mountain on Xing Tian's sealed body. Xing Tian's witch family replaced the previous Changyang Mountain. The witch family was originally transformed by Pangu's bloodline. Pangu's body evolved into this prehistoric world, and Xing Tian's bloodline became Changyang Mountain.

In this way, I don’t know how many years it has been sealed, Xing Tian finally stood firmly on the earth of Changyang Mountain like a stone. Autumn went and spring came, Xing Tian’s whole body began to grow with trees, flowers and plants, becoming a part of the world. Later generations also looked at the inscription on Xing Tian’s body, so he defined this as Changyang Mountain!hf();
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