Xiaojianxian of the prehistoric and wild

Chapter 120
A group of great supernatural beings standing at the top of the Great Desolation Pyramid fell one after another, and the impact it brought made the whole Great Desolation fall into silence.

Even the Pangu's spine, which exists as a pillar of heaven, stands upright on the Buzhou Mountain. In this case, the majestic mountain seems a little thin.

Not around the top of the mountain.

The remnant souls of Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi smiled at each other and disappeared at the same time.

Before dissipating, Di Jun glanced back in the direction of Tianting.

Fortunately, he didn't let Xihe and Xiao Shi participate in this decisive battle.

Fortunately.

And on the other side of the battlefield.

Seeing that all the ancestors and witches blew themselves up in turn, Lian Shou and Gou Mang who were fighting Fuxi also went to their deaths calmly.

Under the power of the two ancestral witches' self-detonation, the strings of Fuxi's zither burst out, but it was still difficult to stop the power of the ancestral witch's self-destruction.

Wu Lishou, the ancestor of gold, Wu Jumang, the ancestor of wood, and Fuxi, the emperor of the demon race, fell.

At the same time, Kunpeng, the sorcerer who saw the situation was not good, faced the group of ancestral witches who blew themselves up one after another, and they didn't even fight.

Relying on his own speed, he directly got rid of Gong Gong and Zhu Rong, left this battlefield, and fled directly.

Before leaving, he even swept away Hetu Luoshu who had become ownerless because of Dijun's death.

It can only be said that Kunpeng is still a little bit self-aware.

Although the Donghuang Bell, well, it should be called the Chaos Clock now.

Although the Chaos Clock has now become a thing without an owner, Kunpeng knows very well that Hetu Luoshu may be able to keep it with his own strength after he snatches it, but the Chaos Clock...
He still wants to live well.

Kunpeng walked very neatly.

Nothing sloppy.

Both Gong Gong and Zhu Rong were a little at a loss because of the neatness.

Kunpeng ran away, who did they turn to to blew himself up?

On Mount Buzhou, as a group of ancestral witches blew themselves up one after another, all the big monsters of the monster race who had some vision had already fled in all directions——the demon emperor, Donghuang, and Xihuang had all fallen, and the demon master had also fled. Could it be that they still stayed behind? Waiting to die here?

And those who did not take the opportunity to escape, most of them were killed in the continuous self-explosion.

All in all, both the witch clan and the monster clan suffered heavy casualties, not even one out of ten.

I don't know how many demon gods in the demon clan Da Luo Jinxian realm have fallen, and even the top ten demon saints have fallen a few.

The Great Witch of the Witch Clan also suffered many casualties.

Looking at each other, Gong Gong Zhu Rong looked at Xuan Ming who was not far away with a blank face, and Chi You who had been seriously injured, and he sighed a long time.

Walking over to pick up Chi You, Gong Gong came to Xuan Ming.

Throwing Chiyou at Xuanming's feet, Gonggong said: "Sister Xuanming, take Brother Chiyou and the rest of you, let's go."

"Walk?"

Xuan Ming looked at Gong Gong in front of him, with a look of sadness on his beautiful face: "Where can I go?"

When Houtu turned into reincarnation, the one who suffered the most was Xuanming who had the best relationship with Houtu.

Now, the wounds caused by Houtu have not yet healed, and the brothers have left her one by one.

This was not an insignificant blow to Xuan Ming.

Stretching out his hand to touch Xuan Ming's head, Gonggong said: "I know you still have complaints about the Houtu girl, little girl, but now the only one who can protect my witch clan is the Houtu girl. Take Erlang Ladies, go to the underworld. We can die, but the Wu Clan cannot be destroyed. The Pangu Palace left by the Father God still needs the Wu Clan to protect it. Little sister, don’t forget our original mission."

"Pangu Temple"

Xuan Ming slowly closed his eyes.

Yes, the original mission of the Twelve Ancestral Witches was just to protect the Pangu Palace.

Since when did their original intentions change?

"I'll take them away, where are the two brothers?"

After a long time, Xuan Ming opened his eyes again, looking at Gonggong in front of him, and Zhu Rongdao not far away.

Gong Gong and Zhu Rong looked at each other, and the two who had fought for countless years looked at each other and smiled.

"Brother and the others have already taken a step ahead, how can we brothers not keep up? Little sister, I have wronged you. Live well, this is not for yourself, but for the Wu clan."

After finishing speaking, Gonggong raised his head to the sky and roared.

Zhu Rong resolutely.

"Born in Buzhou, died in Buzhou."

"Birth also comes, and death also goes."

"Brother, here we come!"

boom!
Under the watchful eyes of countless eyes, Wu Gonggong, the ancestor of water, and Wu Zhurong, the ancestor of fire, resolutely showed the real body of the ancestor witch, and ran towards Buzhou Mountain.

Even if they were ancestral witches, if they bumped into Buzhou Mountain, their brains would burst out on the spot and they would die unexpectedly.

Xuan Ming slowly closed his eyes.

A line of clear tears slipped from the corners of their eyes.

After a long time, she slowly opened her eyes, looked at the few big witches of the Wu clan gathered around her, and a group of sons of the Wu clan, and ordered with a cold expression: "Go."

Xuan Ming left.

With the few remaining witches.

Everyone understands that after today, the two clans of liches who dominated the world in the past have nothing to do with the words "overlord of heaven and earth".

The surviving witch clan left Buzhou Mountain under the leadership of Zi Xuanming.

The surviving Yaozu also scattered in all directions.

Nobody cares about them.

Now everyone's attention is on the supreme treasure, the Chaos Clock, hanging high on the top of Buzhou Mountain.

Once the Eastern Emperor Tai died, the Chaos Clock became a thing without an owner.

There is also the witch-slaying sword next to the chaos clock, which kills ancestor witches like chickens and dogs.

Even a saint would not be tempted by such treasures.

Compared with these two treasures, those remaining Lich clans are insignificant.

However, no one knows that, in a place that no one can see, in the interior of Buzhou Mountain, huge cracks spread rapidly in the interior of Buzhou Mountain like dragons and snakes.

heaven.

Great Sun Palace.

The demon saint Shang Yang dressed in colorful feathers hurried in from outside.

"Shangyang, what's the matter, you're in such a hurry."

Xihe's voice came from the Great Sun Palace.

Shang Yang looked up and found Xi He was standing outside the palace gate looking at her calmly.

"Shang Yang, by His Majesty's order, escort the empress and the ten princes to the fairy island of Yingzhou."

Half kneeling under the steps, Shang Yang said solemnly.

Seeing Shang Yang's tired face, and feeling the mana fluctuations in her body that were not as good as usual, Xihe's face turned slightly straight, and asked, "What happened?"

After a moment of silence, Shang Yang truthfully said: "Your Majesty, the monster clan, have lost. Your Majesty, the Eastern Emperor, and the Emperor Xi have fallen, and the demon master has defected. Please also invite your empress to go to Yingzhou Immortal Island. The Heavenly Court can't stay any longer."

Xihe was silent.

After a long time, she asked slowly, "What about the Wu Clan?"

"Returning to the empress, both sides will suffer. Lich, it's a thing of the past. But you don't have to worry, we will protect the safety of your empress and the ten princes no matter what. This is what your majesty meant."

Looking at the resolute Shangyang, Xihe was silent for a while, and finally said slowly: "Let's go."

Behind the palace gate, Jinwu Xiaoshi listened to all this quietly, tears streaming down his face at some point.

Father, do you still have them in your heart?

(End of this chapter)