The rise of the prehistoric human race

Chapter 42: The Lich's Tribulation!

In the Heavenly Court of the Monster Race, Emperor Jun vomited blood, Xi He wept blood and tears, and Donghuang Taiyi saw the tragic death of his nephew, and was also filled with grief and indignation.

And the ancestral witches roared again and again, and were about to stop them, but they were a step slower after all, not as fast as the top-level innate spirit treasure.

On this hill, the descendants of the great witch still had to draw their bows to shoot arrows again, but a small black clock fell from the void, and the sky full of stars, the sun and the moon seemed to be looming in it.

With a bang, all the descendants of the great witch were smashed into powder for thousands of miles, and the descendants of the great witch were not spared, and their spirits and souls were completely wiped out. Until they died, they failed to shoot the last arrow.

"East Emperor Taiyi!"

The ancestral witches of the witch clan resounded through the prehistoric with their murderous shouts. Dijiang's ancestor witches were the fastest, and a sharp claw as red as red fire shot out angrily and hit the Eastern Emperor Bell. what effect.Donghuang Bell jumped into the void, and flew back to Donghuang Taiyi's hand in the blink of an eye.

"You witch clan deserve to die!" It was Di Jun who spoke, and his red hair fluttered like a madman, roaring in a low voice: "How dare you, how dare you slaughter the son of my demon emperor! I want your blood to pay!"

But the witches are not so good-tempered. Even the ancestor witches of Houtu saw countless people being slaughtered in this situation, and the great witches of their own tribe were killed by the monsters. Their beautiful eyes also contained murderous intent. He stared at Di Jun.

"You monster clan are the ones who really deserve to die! Pay for the lives of our witch clan and witch people!" Zhu Rong's ancestral witch has the hottest temper, showing his true body as the ancestor witch, and is about to kill him in the demon clan's Heavenly Court.

Di Jun also had killing intent on his face, and an incomparably huge body of the Golden Crow rose from the sky and the earth. Dong Huangtai held the Dong Huang Bell in one hand and protected it.

This time the matter was too big, if only Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi took action, they would be beaten to death on the spot by eleven ancestor witches, and the rest of the monster clan's great powers would certainly not be able to stand idly by.

I saw a monster figure that looked like a fish but not a fish, and a bird that was not a bird rising from the North Sea. It was Kunpeng, the demon master of the demon clan heaven, one of the top demons in the world!I saw him staring at Zu Wu, but he didn't make a move, he just kept silent, ready to wait for the opportunity to move.And the rest of the great demons were not far behind, and showed up one after another to support the demon court.

Seeing that the two clans were about to fight and go shopping, suddenly a red hydrangea appeared in the sky and stopped in the middle of the two clans, as if trying to persuade one or two.

This red-sleeved ball is more than a chi square, and it is pink in color.On the entire hydrangea, there are hanging beads and rings with jingle bells, which don't have a kind of brilliance, but look a little cute.But no one at the scene dared to underestimate this red hydrangea, because it is the portable spiritual treasure of the only female saint in the world, Nuwa Empress!

For a moment, everyone stopped their hands, and some didn't understand the situation.No matter how rampant a person is, he dare not underestimate the order of the saint.

"Your Majesty!" The Demon Emperor Jun couldn't help coughing up blood, feeling as sad as death: "The hatred of killing a child is unshakable! Your Majesty can either smash me to death with a hydrangea ball or choose another Demon Emperor. I have no choice. Or please Your empress is merciful, let me avenge you!"

There was a faint sigh in the void, with a little helplessness.The red-sleeved ball turned around lightly and then disappeared, as if it was not planning to intervene in the battle between the two tribes of the Lizu and Yaozu.But there is still a sentence left in the void: "The two races are not allowed to fight in the Great Desolate Continent, so as not to cause the world to be turned upside down again. Violators will bear the consequences!"

All the powerful people present, no matter if they were from the witch clan or the monster clan, held back no matter how angry they were, and raised their hands in salute: "I would like to listen to the decree of the empress!"

Then the phantom of the Kunpeng above the West Sea seemed to leap through time and space, flew thousands of miles in a few breaths, and appeared next to Di Jun, turning into a gloomy old man in black with a long beard.

The demon master Kunpeng is also a great demon that has existed in the world since the beginning of the world. He also listened to the sermon in Zixiao Palace. In terms of heels, he can even be equal to the saints of the year.It's a pity that he can't become a saint, he is like ants after all, but now he can only be regarded as the strongest ants among all living beings in the prehistoric world.But even so, his seniority and strength are astonishingly high, faintly above Dijun.

"Demon Emperor, Eastern Emperor." The demon master Kunpeng saluted slightly, then turned his head to look at the ancestral witches, his narrow eyes showed no emotion, as if frozen forever.

"Nuwa Empress has a decree that wars are not allowed in the prehistoric world. It is better to agree that after one Jiazi, the two clans will fight on the galaxy, and they will never die!"

The demon master Kunpeng uttered a sentence, but he didn't want to fight at this moment, but agreed on a day later.When Di Jun heard that he quit on the spot, he shouted angrily: "Kunpeng!"

The demon master Kunpeng was not in vain. He looked at Di Jun calmly and said, "This battle is a battle of the fortunes of the two clans, and life and death must be determined. After 60 years, the entire witch clan will be wiped out, and the demon clan will be destroyed." Can the emperor not even wait for such a little time?"

After hearing this, Di Jun's eyes were red and his breath was like a cow, but he didn't say much after all, he just stared at the ancestor witches and smiled miserably: "Okay, well, let you Wuzu live for another 60 years, and then I want you The Witch Clan does not leave any chickens or dogs behind, and not a single blade of grass grows!"

Several ancestor witches couldn't help feeling amused when they heard the words of the demon master Kunpeng.Raze the Wu Clan?What a big tone!At that time, who will be razed may not be sure.

But Houtu Zuwu frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong.She suddenly remembered what Jiang Shi had said about the monster race formation: Zhou Tian Xingdou formation.A feeling of uneasiness suddenly appeared on her body, the final battle location was above the Milky Way, could there be some conspiracy in it?But the rest of the ancestral witches have already agreed, and 60 years later, the two races of witches and demons will fight on the galaxy to decide the real number one clan in the prehistoric world!

The Yaozu wanted to get rid of the Wuzu, but why didn't the Wuzu endure the Yaozu for a long time?
The powers of the two races firmly believe that their side will definitely become the winner, and truly dominate the prehistoric world, and no one will think about the fate of the loser.

In the eyes of hatred, the great powers of the two clans failed to fight each other after all, and they returned to their respective clans one after another, and began to prepare to plan how to drive out and kill the entire clan of the other party after the victory of the decisive battle.

Houtu Zuwu returned to the Ancestral Witch Hall, mourning the death of the descendant of the great witch, and worrying about whether the witch clan can win the war 60 years later, and whether the witch and demon clans will really lose both?Breathing out a breath of foul air, Houtu Ancestral Witch closed his eyes, but the two words Jiang Shi said kept appearing in his mind:

Reincarnation!

Do I really have to take this step to save the Wu clan and leave a trace of the race?

Jiang Shi naturally didn't know that the witch and demon clans had agreed on a time and place to decide the fate of the two clans.Even if he knew, with his Little Golden Immortal cultivation base, he would not be able to participate in it, at most he could barely qualify as cannon fodder.

But at this time, Jiang Shi's human tribe also had an important matter waiting for him to make a decision.

(End of this chapter)