I had a indifferent tone. Looking at the ancestor witches in the distance, my tone was light and unsightly, and I could not tell at all that I had just attacked Zhurong, without any embarrassment. Novels.

Tongtian and Yuanshi Tianzun stood aside, and the three of them stood in front of the witch clan. I looked at the witch clan and continued to speak: "Even if Zhurong saved him, he has already damaged his vitality. I don't know how many ten thousand years it will take to recover."

"In order to rescue Zhurong, Zhu Jiuyin has also suffered a great loss of vitality, and his combat power is extremely barely enough."

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches have deposed two of them. The Twelve Dutian Divine Evil Formation you rely on is useless."

"Yes, during this war, you don't have the Twelve Du Tian Shenxian Formation, how can you fight against my Star Fighting Formation in the Heavens?" Yang Qifeng's tone was plain, but it was filled with a little joy.

Even with Yang Qifeng's cunning, he couldn't help but be happy at this moment. The witch clan was a strong enemy, especially when he took action at this critical moment, and the temperature was very good, and he took over the people from the heaven.

The strength of the Witch Clan has greatly increased, and the Witch Clan has the advantage in this battle. After all, the demon clan has experienced a battle, and the battle seems to be not fierce. The coalition of the Hundred Tribes has fallen into the demon clan trap, but the opening of the Zhoutian Star Fighting Array represents consumption.

The Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation is no longer at its peak, and the Witch Clan is waiting for it with the help of Pangu Palace. No matter how you look at it, the Witch Clan is at its peak.

But unfortunately, all this no longer exists.

This cheap master was not for nothing. Now Yang Qifeng has borrowed power. Not only is he a great fight, but he also has two brothers. To be honest, Yang Qifeng did not expect that Taishang could really replace me.

However, when Taishang contacted Yang Qifeng, no matter how surprised or unbelievable it was, the facts had already arisen and he didn't react at that time. However, Yang Qifeng later knew that Taishang's cheap master could not be calculated by ordinary people.

The Supreme is a man who is colluding with the Lord God. He has the Lord God behind the Lord God. It is not a strange thing to replace me. Judging from the great power of the Lord God, this heyday is equivalent to the Saint.

Even if it is half-dead now, it still has the characteristics of a Saint Lord, and its grade is still there, and its quality will not fall, but the quantity is rare.

But the Holy Lord is a Holy Lord, and it must not be ignored.

The Three Qings defected to the Witch Clan. As long as the Witch Clan did not come in this battle, the Three Qings rebels, as long as one ancestor witch was solved, even if it could not be solved, as long as one ancestor witch was severely damaged, the Twelve Du Tian Shensha Formation could not be used.

This time the witch clan came and only delivered vegetables. The situation was as perfect as Yang Qifeng expected.

Not only Yang Qifeng showed joy, but also like Kunpeng laughing like a flower. Although it was even worse than crying, no one thought Kunpeng laughed well at this moment.

All the demon clans smiled, especially the four quasi-saints who just chose to join the demon clan. Now they are even more happy and unspeakable. Now the general trend is in the demon clan, and the witch clan that cannot form the twelve capital heavenly gods and evil formations is destined to be out of place.

On the contrary, the person from heaven looked sad, as if he was owed money. The glory and pride just now disappeared without a trace, and bitterness appeared on his face.

I thought I could survive in a desperate situation, or even fight back, kill the demon clan directly and take revenge, but I never thought that not only would I not be able to take revenge, but would die instead.

If you die at the beginning, then that's fine, but as soon as hope emerges, despair comes directly. This experience is unacceptable, and even more difficult to accept than death.

Looking at Zhu Rong, he couldn't help but curse an idiot in his heart, and finally looked at Sanqing, without any concealment of the resentment in his eyes.

"Today, destroy the witch clan, unify the prehistoric world, and honor the demon clan alone!"

"No!" The demons shouted, and their voices shook the vast world. The power of the Zhoutian Star Fighting Array began to spread. The power of the Zhoutian Star Fighting Array in the vast starry sky continued to decline. The stars were now prominent in the sun.

Continuously gathering the power of stars to bless the Zhoutian Star Dou Array.

The murderous intent and unparalleled power swept through, like a wave, sweeping towards Pangu Hall, covering the coalition of hundreds of tribes and the witch clan.

Pangu Hall rose up, and the twelve ancestor witches had gathered people from heaven and all blessed to Pangu Hall, relying on Pangu Hall to resist this crisis.

A loud noise kept coming out.

Pangu Palace shaking in waves, it was left over from Pangu and was indestructible.

However, the suppression of Zhoutian Star Dou Array was unable to break free. After repeated bombardment, Pangu Palace gradually began to be damaged.

The witch clan was fine, and was mainly protected, but the coalition forces of the Hundred Tribes did not have this care. They suffered heavy casualties and suffered heavy casualties in a while. I don’t know how many of them were already dead.

This is still intentional control, and there is no direct result of attacking the coalition forces of the Hundred Tribes.

The chaotic bell was melodious and was constantly knocked by Yang Qifeng. The sounds came out, shaking everywhere, causing Pangu Palace to rise up and was immediately suppressed, staying in place and unable to move.

With a loud bang, Pangu Palace's defense was finally broken, and the gap appeared, and the raging power poured in directly. Those from heaven were the first to be hit, and a quasi-saint died directly.

The remaining few people looked ugly, but there was no way to do so, because they were guarding this weak place, and the other ancestor witches handed over the most dangerous things to them.

The bursting power was wave after wave. Even with the Pangu Palace, the people from the heavenly world gradually could not resist and had nowhere to hide. One of them wanted to escape, but was killed by Di Jiang, who had been prepared.

It is entirely the power of the Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation by those from the heavens, and to buy time for the witch clan to escape. This is the sorrow of outsiders and is not trusted by the witch clan at all.

Gradually, all the people from heaven were killed and injured, and Pangu Palace could not rush out. As firm as Dijiang could not help but look at the other ancestor witches and said, "Form the twelve capital heavenly evil formation, sacrifice me, Zhu Jiuyin and Zhu Rong,"

"Break through the Zhoutian Star Dou Array, you will drive the Pangu Palace to leave."

"Brother!" the other ancestor witches were unwilling to accept it and exclaimed loudly.

"I don't want to die here, I can only do this."

"Design the formation!" Di Jiang repeatedly scolded, suppressing other hesitant ancestral witches, who were just about to set up the formation.

The great shock of the prehistoric world, and a breath began to spread, directly sweeping across the prehistoric world, suppressing the prehistoric world.

A faint voice resounded throughout the prehistoric world: "Now my Hongjun proved the truth in Yujing Mountain!"

"Three thousand years later, Zixiao Palace will open, preach the great way, and those who are destined to come!"

"I have attained the great way, and the whole world celebrates together, and the world is only about the war."—
Chapter completed!