Prehistoric: Download the Saint's Cultivation at the Beginning

Chapter 139 The ax is coming!The Wu clan is in decline!
"The Demon Clan's Zhoutianxingdou Formation is too powerful!"

"Although the Witch Clan forcibly formed the Twelve Ancestral Witches, they are not the real Hou Tu Ancestral Witches after all. As a result, the power of the Dutian Shensha Formation has dropped sharply. Now they are not at the same level as the Monster Clan!"

"Alas, is it possible that Heaven has truly unified the entire prehistoric world and is unstoppable?"

Everyone was in an uproar and talking. Even though the Twelve Ancestral Witches tried their best to resist, their power was limited and the situation was not optimistic.

I saw Emperor Jun using Hetu Luoshu as the eye of the formation, and the magical brilliance was flowing, and inexplicable rhymes and laws were injected into the Zhoutian star formation. Countless stars fell like meteors with a terrifying momentum.

"Everyone, follow me to the sacrifice array!"

Di Jiang shouted loudly, and saw the eleven ancestral shamans except Hou Tu suddenly bite the tip of their tongue again, and suddenly a drop of blood floated out from the tip of the tongue and entered Pangu's true body again.

But the current Hou Tu was originally transformed by essence and blood, so he did not spit out the blood from the tip of his tongue again.

Pangu's real body was once again blessed by the blood from the tip of his tongue, and his power suddenly increased sharply. A faint shout seemed to resound between heaven and earth:
"Come on the axe!"

In a certain desolate desert in the endless wilderness, a huge ax leaped out from the ground as if it were a psychic, and fell directly into the hands of Pangu's true body.

"Huh, let me see how long you can survive!"

Emperor Jun sneered, Hetu Luoshu suddenly trembled, the stars in the sky were shining brightly, and a momentum that shocked the world was unreservedly stirred up. The faces of all the people who saw it turned pale. Such a scene left them without any doubt. , even if a quasi-sage strong man falls into it, he will turn into dust in an instant, without the ability to fight back.

"Today, the Wu clan will perish! This is your decree!"

As Emperor Jun's order fell, the pressure on the Wu clan suddenly increased. Countless stars, as if they had intelligence, fell towards Pangu's true body accurately.

Pangu's real body waved the giant ax in his hand, and the sound of "rumbling" could be heard endlessly. The sound of the sonic boom alone made the powerful man watching the battle in the wilderness bleed from his seven orifices, and his face was ferocious, as if he was in great pain.

All living beings hurriedly retreated millions of miles before they felt a little better and no longer suffered from the extremely strong impact.

However, when all the sentient beings looked up again, they were shocked again.

The ax swung by Pangu just now formed a huge ax shadow as big as heaven and earth above the sky. The ax shadow shattered into the void and collided with countless stars in a shocking situation.

The fragments of the stars burst out, and there was nowhere to hide within a million miles. Even if they were fragments, they were still tens of millions of feet tall. With such momentum, even if they were powerful, how could they dare to shake it with their bodies, so all living beings retreated again.

They retreated hundreds of millions of miles away to the border of the primitive world before giving up. Even so, there were still thousands of powerful beings who failed to make a move and fell with hatred. All living beings looked like they were still frightened.

Even the few prehistoric saints who were secretly paying attention were exerting all their cultivation at this moment, using their great magic power to create a solid barrier to cover their own dojo, thus preventing the disciples in the sect from being robbed.

This is the power of the calamity. When the calamity breaks out, no one can stay out of it, and everyone is in danger of falling.

Above the sky, the two peerless killing formations are still colliding. Within the Zhoutian Star Dou Formation, the sky seems to be filled with endless stars. The offensive never stops. At this moment, just the falling star fragments have almost destroyed the entire wilderness. The earth is covered, and their number is evident.

Pangu's real body is also extremely powerful. He stretches out both palms and wields a huge ax to split countless stars with one hand. The other palm keeps reaching out. In his hands, the huge stars are as big as dragon eyes. It can be seen that Pangu's real body is So huge.

I saw him holding the star in his hand, pinching it gently, and the star suddenly exploded.

Di Jun looked cold. Looking at the battle in front of him, it seemed that it had nothing to do with him, but he was sneering in his heart. If it were the previous Twelve Capital Gods Formation, Di Junshang would still be afraid of conceding three points. However, now, Hou Tu Nai Jing Transformed by blood, it cannot sustain for too long. When Houtu's body dies, Dutian Shensha's formation will naturally break through without attacking.Emperor Jun secretly said: "At that time, I will see how you can still struggle to the death!"

However, opposite Di Jun, Di Jiang looked calm and unworried, paying full attention to the situation in the field. The twelve ancestral witches all had solemn expressions, and the seals in their palms were constantly changing, controlling Pangu's true body.

Below the two killing formations, there are still countless elite soldiers of the Lich and Lich tribes who do not need to join the formation. At this moment, they are still fighting in a bloody battle, with loud shouts of killing. From time to time, people from the two tribes fall and explode, with blood rain all over the sky, and The fragments of stars that fell from the sky were mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish what fell to the earth.

The years are long, and the prehistoric times cannot be remembered. In the midst of such a battle, day after day, passing by in the blink of an eye, the Lich Group [-] never stopped attacking, making all living beings tremble with fear.

In an ordinary village on the ancient land, a young child looked at the exploding stars above the sky and covered his ears tightly. The sound made him very scared.

"Grandpa, when will the Immortal War end?"

The child stared at his big watery eyes and asked the old man next to him curiously.

When the old man heard this, he let out a long sigh and looked at the whole village, which was in a mess. Some of the residents in the village were buried under the fragments of stars. Their eyes were full of horror and unwillingness.

The old man seemed to be thinking for a long time before he said sadly:

"Maybe it will take a hundred years, a thousand years, maybe even longer!"

Scenes like this are everywhere in the ancient land. The war between lich and lich is an undoubted disaster for ordinary people like this. One day, they will be affected by the war silently. A breathless death.

This is the helplessness and desolation of the weak. In this ancient world where cultivation is prosperous, having no cultivation means not having any status, and even being inferior to an ox or a horse.

On this day, Di Jun's cold and stern face finally showed some changes.

In his induction, the pressure of Pangu's true body has fluctuated violently, and is even slowly weakening. This means that the Wu clan is already somewhat weak and can no longer maintain the upright Pangu true body.

As if to confirm his conjecture, at this moment, tens of millions of stars fell again in the Zhoutian Star Array. Although Pangu swung an axe, he could not drop all the stars and split them. There were still a few that were unstoppable and fierce. It hit hard on the elite soldiers of the Wu clan below, causing countless people from the Wu clan to explode.

Seeing this scene, Di Jun was instantly overjoyed.

"Haha, Di Jiang, the end of the Wu clan is coming!"

Di Jun laughed proudly and looked at Di Jiang. However, to his disappointment, he did not see the slightest trace of fear on Di Jiang's face. The latter still had a calm expression, as if he had not heard Di Jun's words. Still working hard to maintain the magic circle.

At the same time, in the underworld.

Hou Tu, who had already reincarnated into reincarnation, or in other words, Saint Ping Xin at this moment, suddenly burst out with a shrill roar.

Although she was imprisoned in the underworld, the great calamity had already begun, so he could naturally have a panoramic view of the world and pay attention to the battle between the lich and the lich at all times.

At this time, Pangu's real body was not powerful enough, so she could naturally see it, and was shocked and roared sadly.

"Who dares to hurt my son of the Wu clan!"

(End of this chapter)