Xiaotian is heading for the six realms of reincarnation, which has to be said to be a turning point in the battle between the Heavenly Court and the Witch Clan, which also shows the attitude of Qingyang Island. Houtu is not a blind man. She has already felt Xiaotian's arrival, and Xiangliu's life has come to an end, and she has also felt it. Now her plan is to make peace.

Above the weak water, Houtu was wearing a plain clothes and came to the front of the two armies.

Everyone in the witch clan fell to the ground and said respectfully: "Empress!~~"

Hou Tu took a deep breath and said, "Get up, get up, after all, I was wrong!"

As he said that, Houtu's figure flashed, and he came to the opposite side of Ruoshui, and came to Xiaotian and Haotian. Houtu said lightly: "Fellow Daoist Xiaotian, you are polite!"

Xiaotian immediately replied, "Empress Houtu, I haven't seen you for many years, and Empress Houtu is still very charming."

The two of them did not exchange much greetings, but went directly to the topic. Houtu laughed self-deprecatingly: "Fellow Daotian is here this time, but what does Dao Brother Qingyang mean?"

Xiaotian nodded slightly and sighed: "Brother's meaning is very simple. As long as fellow Taoist Houtu cancelled the witch clan sect and handed over the six realms of reincarnation, the witch clan can still live in the six realms of the underworld like before. However, my brother hopes that the Empress and the witch clan under your command will never be able to get out of the six realms of reincarnation forever!"

Hou Tu smiled lightly and said, "What if I don't agree?"

"Then I'm sorry, the witch clan must destroy the clan!" As he said that, Xiaotian waved his hand, and the vast darkness on the soft water suddenly appeared on the soft water. The Heavenly Army, the Qingyang Island Heavenly Army, the millions of Heavenly Army, all of Daluo Jinxian's cultivation level, appeared on the soft water. The same clothes, the same weapons, and even the same murderous aura.

For a moment, the witch clan began to tremble in the entire six realms of reincarnation. One million, the same thing was said. However, the cultivation, murderous aura, and the viciousness emitted from the whole body of the Heavenly Army were not something that the witch clan could compete with. Even on the edge of the weak water, the six million heavenly army felt a kind of shock and a kind of horror.

In uniformity, this is the real army, this is the real killing machine. Liu'er Mihou felt a little silent in her heart.

The Heavenly Army is one of the two carriages on Qingyang Island, and the Heavenly Army has always been controlled by the little Tiantianzun. This team rarely appears in the prehistoric world. It only appeared once when the lich slaughtered the human race. Just once, the power of that Heavenly Army planted deep fear in the hearts of the Witch Clan.

At that time, millions of witch clan army fought against hundreds of thousands of heavenly troops, but they were eventually killed and abandoned their armor and failed to form an army.

Today's Tianjun is far better than that of the past, and the Wu clan is a bit miserable, with one rising and the other falling. It is not difficult for the Tianjun to destroy the Wu clan. The biggest reliance of the Wu clan is that there is a saint of Houtu, but in front of the little Tiantianzun, Houtu cannot get a good job, so there is almost no suspense in this battle.

Houtu was silent for a long time before nodding and said, "Since Brother Qingyang has already arranged it, this palace has no choice but to follow what Brother Taoist said!"

As he said that, Houtu's body slowly rose above the weak water, a stern flashed in his eyes and said, "I, Houtu, disbanded the Witch Cult in the name of the Witch Clan. From then on, the Witch Cult will not exist. My Witch Clan will never leave the six realms of reincarnation under the Houtu. If there is any disobeying the oath, the heaven and earth will not tolerate it."

"Empress, Empress!!" When the witch clan heard this, they began to cry bitterly.

Among the witch clans, they have been influenced by Xiangliu for many years and are looking for the style of the witch clan back then, so everyone is unwilling to give up: "Empress, we still have the power to fight. Even if we die in battle, it will be vigorous. When will we be coerced by others? Empress will order it to be the empress!"

"Yes, Empress, we, the witch clan, do not humiliate the glory of Father Pangu, and ask the empress to order it! Even if we die today, we don't want to be intimidated!"

I don’t know when it started, the sad voices of millions of witch tribes began to reincarnate among the six realms, with painful howlings, and endless sadness on Houtu’s face. As the last ancestor witch of the witch tribe, how could Houtu not want to revive the witch tribe? But as the general trend, what can she do with a woman?

All ants are advancing under the laws of heaven.

"Fight with these bastards, fight~~" A wailing sound emanated from the camp of the witch clan. Suddenly, the witch clan began to move abnormally. The witch clan men all had blood red eyes, raised their swords in their hands high, and rushed towards the shore of the weak water. With a clamor, millions of witch clans were in chaos.

The dignity of the witch clan is not allowed to bow their heads, and they will never leave the Six Paths. This makes them feel more uncomfortable than killing them, so they are angry and fight. With blood-red eyes, even if they die, they don’t want to make the Heavenly Court and these Heavenly Army better. The killing begins, and the real catastrophe begins.

In Zixiao Palace, Chen Yuyang looked at the killings within the six paths and said in confusion: "Why can these witch clans cross the weak water!"

He raised his eyebrows and chuckled, saying, "The good show is now on!"

Chen Yuyang looked at Yang Mei even more puzzledly, and Hongjun sighed for a long time before saying: "In this world, there are two forces that cannot be described by common sense. One is hatred and the other is love. The power of cause and effect has been recurring, which has activated the causal entanglement of the hatred of the witch clan, so they can cross the weak water!"

He raised his eyebrows and said in a faint voice: "Little friend Qingyang, old man Hongjun, this game of chess has reached the end, so let's start too!"

"Good!" Hongjun nodded helplessly.

The three of them quickly disappeared into Zixiao Palace, chaotic time and space. Facing Yang Mei, Hongjun and Chen Yuyang had to be cautious, raised their eyebrows and smiled, but did not take action, but closed their eyes, and in an instant, the Chaos Space became gray, and the voice of Yang Mei also came, saying, "Hongjun, three eras of the prehistoric world, you can't break my hollow tree, and today the same is true. The tree is unintentional, and the sky is unintentional."

Hongjun smiled bitterly, and Chen Yuyang said in confusion: "What is this?"

"This is the most powerful trick of Yangmei. Yangmei is originally a hollow willow, but now we are Yangmei's belly. Here, you can't encounter any attacks, but you don't want to go out. Even Yangmei himself doesn't know how to go out. Look, look, here you will see all the sins, everything you don't want to see!"
Chapter completed!