Yuanshi and Tongtian were beaten by Nuwa and were at a disadvantage. I didn't dare to break into the Shanhe Sheji Tu. After all, Nuwa always managed to surprise me and kept me guessing.

If he enters the Shanhe Sheji Map but fails to come out, then Yuanshi Tongtian and the two men may not be able to stop Nuwa from coming.

Once Nuwa has a chance to take action, the war between the lich and the lich will be a foregone conclusion.

Yuan Shi was put at a disadvantage and became increasingly unbearable. He waved the Pangu flag and used the power of Hunyuan to send out terrifying chaos sword energy, destroying the void. The power of the saint's fighting skills and the collapse of the sky and the earth were unbearable, even if it was chaos.

Tongtian is no longer restrained, the Qingping Sword in his hand shines in all directions and kills, thousands of swords compete to cut through time, nothingness, and fate of cause and effect.

Nuwa remained unmoved and said calmly and expressionlessly: "Sanqing, is this the only way?"

Yuanshi's complexion turned black, and the Pangu flag shook more heavily. An apricot-yellow flag flew out from his head to protect his whole body. He held a white jade Ruyi in one hand and a Pangu flag in the other. The terrifying power of destruction made all the ancient great masters have panic in their eyes.

, fled deeper and further into the chaos one after another, not daring to stay outside the wilderness for a long time to face the coming more terrifying tide of chaos.

Among the six saints, the one who is best at destruction is not Laozi or Tongtian, but Yuanshi Tianzun!

I also frowned, but he always felt that Nuwa had ulterior motives.

The fighting spirit in Tongtian's eyes grew stronger. Among the six saints, only Nuwa could compete with him for killing power. The immortal sword intent was concentrated, and Tongtian did not use the sword, but pointed with his fingers. He was the sword, and the sword was him.

, everything is a sword.

The terrifying killing was until the sword locked onto Nuwa. The endless earth, wind, water, and fire in the chaos were all swords reaching the sky at this moment. Even the finger of creation that Nuwa pointed at him became his sword.

The endless swords surged endlessly, slashing at Nuwa, unstoppable, unstoppable, and earth-shattering!

In front of Nuwa, the mountains and rivers and the state map show countless worlds spinning around, birth and destruction, and the endless worlds collapsing. The terrifying power of destruction meets the power of the two saints from the beginning, and the chaos trembles, just like the endless destruction of the universe.

Rumble~

The saint's power triggered the great tide of chaos, and the boundless earth, wind, water, and fire began to surge crazily and became more violent. Wave after wave of the saint's power made the great tide of chaos grow larger and wider, spreading to

The prehistoric world shook the prehistoric world.

The fearful sentient beings have become numb, and even if the heaven and earth shake again, they will not collapse in their knowledge.

But the faces of the great masters changed slightly. In the ancient world, they were fighting endlessly, destroying the heaven and earth. Outside the ancient world, it seemed like saints were fighting. The tide of chaos was rising again, shaking the world again and again. How long could the world last no matter how stable it was?

Woolen cloth?

In the wilderness, on top of the building, Zhunti also frowned slightly. Sanqing and Nuwa were fighting three times. Even if Nuwa was set on fire, he couldn't let Nuwa be so angry and ignore it.

When Qing Ling on the building saw this scene, her face was expressionless, neither happy nor sad.

No joy, it's because of all living beings, no sadness, it's because of one's own calculations.

One general's achievements will last forever!

Beside Buzhou Mountain, the stars in the sky fell again and again, Pangu's ax opened the sky again and again, the ax fell and the stars fell, and the ax lifted the stars out. Pangu's physical strength was not exhausted, and the number of stars in the sky was endless.

Even if every time Pangu's giant body swings the divine ax, it consumes the witchcraft power of the twelve ancestral witches, and even if every time the stars fall in the sky, it means the fall of the monsters who guard the stars, no one will stop.

The witch clan cannot stop, and the demon clan will not stop.

Once it stops, the winner will be decided, and one tribe will massacre another tribe.

Pangu's giant body waved the divine ax again, cutting through space and time with the power of the ax, this time smashing a main star.

"Boom~"

There was a loud noise, stars fell, strange phenomena occurred in the heaven and earth, and a great sage from the demon clan died under Pangu's axe.

Emperor Jun's face was gloomy and cold, and Buzi was defeated again. Zizi's murderous intentions were intertwined, and the power of the endless stars was destroying Pangu's giant body.

In the formation of the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods, the witch Cheng Huang was extremely pale, but he gritted his teeth and kept spitting out the witch's blood again and again to maintain the formation's needs.

The Dutian Divine Evil Formation uses twelve Pangu ancestral witches. Even though she is an ancestral witch who has broken through the great witch, her bloodline and origin are still too far behind to make up for it.

But Chenghuang did not stop, did not hesitate, and moved her formation again and again, combining the power of the eleven ancestral shamans she admired to open the sky and shatter the stars again and again.

In the Zhoutian Star Formation, Taiyi remembered what Qing Ling said, Dutian Shensha would not persist for too long, and the Houtu reincarnation left a way out for the Wu Clan, but it also meant that the Wu Clan would surely fail.

As long as you hold on and the Zhoutian Star Formation is not broken, the demon clan may win!

The decisive battle between the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan turned into a protracted and brutal war.

For three hundred days and nights without stopping, hundreds of millions of lichs piled up corpses like mountains, accumulated blood into seas, and saw all the corpses as far as the eye could see.

The dead man was already lying down. Before he died, he just held on to the enemy's vital points and refused to let go, using his last moments of life to add advantage to the friendly forces.

There was silence in the prehistoric world.

Except for the lich who had been fighting non-stop for three hundred days and nights, there was no other sound.

Even the powerful ones fell into silence when they looked at the Lich battlefield.

Even the happiest Styx is a little uneasy.

Because too many people have died, and too many sentient beings have died.

There were too many to count, but the fighting continued.

Saint Zhunti has fallen into silence. Is this what he wishes for all living beings?

The corpses of lichs piled up like mountains, and the blood of lichs flowed all over the ancient land.

One by one, the great sages of the monster race disappeared into the world with their lifelong righteousness. One by one, the powerful witches returned to the world with their unyielding fighting spirit.

Countless witches, demons, and countless causes and effects were buried in the mountain of corpses and fell silent together under the sea of ​​blood.

The key to the Lich War is Buzhou Mountain, Chenghuang can no longer support it.

For three hundred days and nights, her essence and blood witchcraft power was consumed every moment. Every time Pangu's huge ax was swung, a mouthful of her blood was lost.

She only had a lifespan of more than a hundred yuan, which was exhausted in three hundred days and nights.

But Chenghuang was unwilling to give in. She was unwilling to accept that the Witch Clan would lose, and she was unwilling to accept that the hundreds of millions of members of the Witch Clan would be slaughtered by the Monster Clan.

The giant Pangu body transformed by the Twelve Capital Gods' Formation finally dispersed, and the true form of the Twelve Ancestral Witches reappeared between heaven and earth.

Chenghuang stood up in an instant, and when the Dutian Divine Evil Formation was destroyed and the power of the Zhoutian Star Formation was about to be activated, the old power was exhausted and the new power was not yet generated, he crashed into the stars in the sky.

"Boom~"

The eleven ancestral witches shouted loudly, but Chenghuang disappeared forever between heaven and earth.

As the thirteenth ancestral witch, from the time she was born, she concealed her true self, until the end of her life, she never did it for herself, but for the word "witch" in her heart.

The sky is a horizontal line above, and the earth is a horizontal line below. People stand upright between heaven and earth and support each other. This is called "witchcraft".

Under reincarnation, there were only tears in Hou Tu's eyes. She took her place and did what she should do as the ancestor witch of the witch clan Tu.

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I tried my best, but I can only update four times. I really can’t write it down. It won’t be available after 12 o’clock tonight, so I can only wait for the update during the day tomorrow. Good night everyone!
Chapter completed!