"Buzz!"

A low buzzing sound rang out.

A buzzing sound suddenly came from Pangu's chaotic god and demon body that was billions of feet long, and seven-colored divine lights escaped from Pangu's body.

Under everyone's horrified eyes, in a flash, cracks like spider webs appeared between Pangu's body, and the seven-colored divine light shrouded endless power, the aura of the law of the great way penetrated the heaven and earth.

"this....."

"How could this happen???"

Everyone looked at the terrifying abnormality that appeared between the great god Pangu's body in horror, and an unprecedented look of fear appeared in their eyes.

Is the body of the great god Pangu collapsed?

Seeing this scene, everyone in the eyes of the prehistoric spirits showed a hint of reluctance.

When the great catastrophe of heaven was opened, the great god Pangu killed three thousand chaotic gods and demons with his own strength. Finally, he topped the sky and stepped on the earth, stabilized the earth, fire, water and wind, and divided the clear and turbid energy.

In the end, he died exhausted.

Now that eternal past has passed, the prehistoric world has suffered unprecedented crises, and the call of all spirits has come backwards forever.

Now that the great catastrophe of destruction has just passed, I saw everything going in a good direction, but I didn’t expect that something like this happened again.

For a moment, everyone's eyes felt unconcealed sadness.

This time I parted, I am afraid that it will be a farewell forever.

Not only the prehistoric spirits, but also outside the Netherworld Blood Sea, the two brothers Jie Yin Zhunti, who had been crazily ravaging the clone of the Blood God Son of the Old Ancestor of the Styx River, also showed a rare look of sadness on their faces.

"Amitabha, God, go."

The two brothers of Zhiyin Cunti sat cross-legged in the void, and the lotus platform appeared under their feet. The Buddha's light was shining between them, and silently chanted the Buddhist mantra of rebirth.

The death of the great god Pangu is an irreversible thing. All they can do is to recite the mantra of rebirth silently, wishing the great god Pangu to rest in peace.

"well."

Daochen also sighed lightly, looking at the scene with a complicated expression.

This time Luohu made trouble, and although the great god Pangu returned, he was like fireworks, consuming the last chance to reappear in the world.

This time, it will be eternal afterwards.

Even the twelve ancestor witches will die.

Using the cultivation level of the quasi-saint in the late stage of the quasi-saint, forcibly condense Pangu's true body and exert their strength beyond the holy realm. The burden on their physical body is ultimately too great for them.

The Three Pure Ones are protected by the original will of the Heavenly Way, and with the massive merits that support the sky now, it may be a blessing in disguise, but the Twelve Ancestral Witches are in trouble.

"Thank you."

Daochen bowed slightly, his expression was solemn, and he quietly watched the development of the situation.

Maybe one person could save the twelve ancestor witches, but he did not know or be sure whether that person would take action.

The fall of the twelve ancestor witches and the withdrawal of the two lich tribes from the prehistoric world is the great trend of heaven.

Although Hongjun helped him, he had problems with himself at this moment, and could he finally take action?

I really don't know.

"A boom!"

A shocking roar sounded, and a shocking roar suddenly came from the towering and endless Pangu's true body.

The law of billions of Taoist powers rises up in the night, illuminating the entire prehistoric world like daylight, with nine-colored divine lights lingering, and endless Taoist rises from the body of the great god Pangu.

It seems like a fireworks in an instant shining on the world, but after a brief splendor, it will fall into eternal silence.

A wisp of the law of power and the great way of the great way rose from the body of the great god Pangu, and the Taoist rhyme filled it, turning into endless deifications and falling into the prehistoric world, comforting all spirits.

The originally messy prehistoric world once again burst into full vitality under the comfort of Pangu's great power law.

Fresh buds break through the ground, and new vitality is born under the destruction of wasteland.

All the spirits in the prehistoric world cry, and all living beings cry.

Pangu is like this, but they can't do anything.

Even if you protect the bloodline of the great god, you cannot do it.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

The next moment, a series of shocking roars rang out.

The law of power dissipated, Pangu's body, which was like a billion years old in a blink of an eye, had a hint of infinite nostalgia again. After looking down at the sky and earth again, his body suddenly collapsed completely.

An illusory soul radiated out of the sea of ​​consciousness in his eyebrows and turned into three dazzling rays of light. A ray of light flashed and turned into three different figures, old, middle and young.

It's not someone else, it's me, Yuanshi, and Tongtian. Although the three of them are still a little inconsistent with each other, they look at Pangu's figure that is about to collapse and are full of solemn expressions in their eyes.

Standing quietly in the void, he bowed far away to Pangu's true body, which was about to collapse.

From now on, the Three Pure Ones will not be the authentic Pangu, but Pangu is only the twelve ancestor witches!

"boom......"

Pangu's true body completely collapsed, and twelve huge figures fell out of it. They were the twelve ancestor witches.

However, the current state of the twelve ancestor witches is extremely poor. At the moment when they manifest themselves from Pangu’s true body, rays of light rain rose up from the body of the twelve ancestor witches, as if they were about to transform into a feather in the next moment.

Completely, both body and spirit are destroyed.

But just as the twelve ancestor witches were about to be eternalized, Dijiang, Jumang, Rushou and others took action at the same time, attacking Houtu and Xuanming from the law of eternal destruction and landing on Daochen's side.

"It's been a labor."

In the void, the ten ancestor witches including Dijiang, Rushou, Jumang, Gonggong, Zhurong, etc. stood quietly in the void and looked at Daochen and bowed from afar.

"After we die, I will ask the Demon Emperor to take care of our two younger sisters, as well as the people of my witch clan. If so, I will allow them to have a place to rest."

Although they transformed into Pangu’s true body, they also knew a little about what happened in the prehistoric world.

After experiencing the Lich War and the collapse of Buzhou Mountain, no one in ten people remained in the entire Witch Clan.

It is also impossible to occupy the richest land in this prehistoric world again.

So that's all.

"Um."

Daochen nodded slightly, stepped out, and bowed to the twelve ancestor witches from afar.

"Don't worry, with my Daochen in one day, no one can move the Witch Clan, so you can leave with peace of mind."

"Thank you."

Hearing Daochen's answer, Di Jiang and others also showed a smile of relief in their eyes.

Then more and more light rains were thriving between the whole body, and the body became more and more illusory, and it was about to completely disappear into the world.

But Hongjun's figure still did not appear, as if it had disappeared.

All the spirits in the prehistoric world cried and bid farewell to the twelve ancestor witches.

"well."

A low sigh sounded.

An old voice sounded in the void, and invisibly, a figure wearing a Taoist robe and covered in endless Taoist rhyme appeared slowly.

And the moment the influence of this old body arose, in an instant, time and space seemed to stop, and the light rain that radiated from the bodies of the twelve ancestor witches suddenly solidified in the void.
Chapter completed!