Prehistoric: Download the Saint's Cultivation at the Beginning

Chapter 162 Fuxi died, Nuwa was sad!
The war still rages on, and the casualties never stop!

The Wu clan, which had lost the three great ancestral witches, could only rely on the remaining essence and blood. Under the control of the other ancestral witches, it was obviously not as good as before.

Pangu's real body gradually became illusory and no longer as majestic as before.

Under the control of Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, the power of the Zhoutian Star Formation filled the sky, and the aura became more and more tyrannical. The suppressed Pangu's true body retreated steadily, and even the huge figure began to have cracks.

There were people from the Witch Clan constantly vomiting blood and falling in the sky. It was obvious that the damage to Pangu's true body had affected them, and blood began to rain from the sky.

Countless witches were mourning and wailing, and even their father god was about to be shattered. That was their faith, but now it could not protect the safety of their witch clan.

Can they win?

At this moment, even the bellicose Witch Clan cannot muster much fighting spirit. Their faith seems to be no longer strong, so what else can they rely on and believe in?

The entire prehistoric sky was dyed red, which was the blood shed by their compatriots, and the world seemed to be enveloped in a sad emotion.

As this emotion continued to spread, Pangu's true body became darker and darker, and there were more and more cracks on his body.

"Is God going to destroy our witch clan?"

Some people from the witch clan roared in despair at the sky, and shouted to the sky in anger!

"Our three great ancestral witches have also been taken in. Can they come back?"

A weak voice came out.

There was hope, fear, and uncertainty in the voice.

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But no one could answer his question.

Yes, can you come back?Can he come back and lead the Wu clan out of this predicament?
All the people of the witch clan remained silent, even the remaining nine ancestral witches kept silent and did not dare to draw conclusions.

Sadness enveloped the Wu clan, and there was a chorus of lamentations and complaints.
Suddenly, a piece of green smoke floated out and turned into a Taoist with a snake body and a human head.

"Saint Master Fuxi!"

The people of the demon tribe celebrated with joy and congratulations continued.

"Where is Master Zuwu?"

"Why didn't you come out? It's over. Is our Witch Clan about to be defeated?"

A desperate lament came out.

"Impossible, how could the three ancestral witch masters be defeated?!"

Some people don't want to believe this result. Lord Zu Wu is the strongest person in their Wu clan.

What's more, among the three ancestral witches is Di Jiang, the leader of their ancestral witches.

There are also Zhu Rong and Gonggong who are famous for their strong fighting ability.

How could such three extremely powerful ancestral witches be subdued by Fuxi alone?

Completely different from the festive atmosphere on the side of the Demon Clan in Heaven, the situation on the side of the Wu Clan was gloomy and gloomy.

Those whose will is not strong will turn pale and have no color.

It was as if the sky had fallen.

Di Jiang also took the time to look back at Fuxi with admiration.

"This time, you have made a great contribution!"

Fuxi looked happy.

"Your Majesty is wrong!"

In the Bagua array, Di Jiang and Gonggong sat cross-legged on the ground, thinking about how to get out of trouble.

Zhu Rong kept walking around them, showing his inner impatience.

"This Bagua Array is so weird and extremely difficult to break, but if I just need to get out of trouble, I have some clues."

Di Jiang suddenly said.

"Brother, is there any way to take us out?"

Zhu Rong looked happy and asked hurriedly.

Di Jiang did not respond and fell into a state of contemplation with his eyes closed again.

Not long after, Di Jiang stood up and paced regularly in the Bagua array, sometimes stopping to think, sometimes moving his hands, as if he was deducing something. "Those who are approaching, fighting, and fighting are all in formation, in front!"

Several hours passed by in a flash.

"Brothers, I found the door!"

"Great, let's fight out quickly, our people are still waiting for us."

"Go out now and kill Fuxi!!!"

Zhu Rong looked extremely violent, obviously hating Fu Xi very much.

Gonggong is also full of murderous intent, and the power of the law of water in his hand is looming.

Di Jiang also couldn't wait to get out. If it was over, the entire Wu Clan would be destroyed.

Then Di Jiang spent a lot of effort and three people burst out from the door.

At this time, Fuxi was in a moment of pride. In addition, his Bagua array had not been broken, and he did not pay much attention to the situation in the array.

After all, Di Jiang only took Zhu Rong and Gonggong out of the Shengmen and did not destroy the formation.

"Fuxi, come and die!!"

It was Zhu Rong's violent shouting that he heard before he saw him.

The body of the ancestral witch is so powerful.

I saw his hands running the law of fire, hitting Fuxi with all his strength.

But because Zhu Rong's loud shout earlier gave Fuxi some time to prepare, he avoided the critical point in a hurry.

Fuxi exploded back thousands of feet, and the wound was scorched black. It was obvious that he was severely injured by Zhu Rong's Law of Fire.

Just when he breathed a sigh of relief, the space behind him suddenly twisted and shattered. It was actually the Dijiang carrying Gonggong who used the power of space laws to travel behind Fuxi and lurked for a long time. He had been waiting for the opportunity. When he came out, he was caught off guard.

The power of the law of water that had been brewing for a long time in Gonggong's palm was aimed at Fuxi's head and burst out. Before Fuxi had any chance to breathe, he was struck by the power of the law of water.

The law of water is extremely soft and yin, destroying Fuxi's head wantonly, steadily eroding and spreading.

Although the process is not violent, it is unstoppable.

The nature of water is extremely soft, but it can restrain the strongest things in the world. Gonggong, who has mastered the law of water, has used this ability to the extreme.

Fuxi's eyes showed pain, and his expression kept changing.

In a matter of seconds, his soul was completely eroded. There was no trace of life left in his eyes. He was killed by a single blow! ! !

A generation of supreme power, Fuxi died!

"Why are you trying to steal my opponent?!"

Zhu Rong muttered dissatisfiedly.

"You are too impatient. If Gonggong hadn't suggested that I lurk and wait, wouldn't it have given him time to breathe? It would have caused even greater trouble. The Wu clan is the priority in everything!"

Di Jiang said solemnly.

Zhu Rong didn't say anything more, and seemed to know that he was unreasonable.

Let’s talk about Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi on the side.

These two people also withdrew their minds, but when they saw Fu Xi's death, a look of confusion flashed across their expressions, and there was actually a thought of secret joy in their hearts.

"Fuxi is dead, I don't think Nuwa still cares about the witch clan! When the saint takes action, the witch clan will be destroyed!!!"

Although he was secretly happy in his heart, his face showed sadness.

"Bold Gonggong, how dare you kill me, the Demon Saint of Heaven, I won't let you stay today!!!"

Seeing that Di Jun and others had recovered from that state, Di Jiang and others quickly fled far away, knowing that there was no chance of a sneak attack. They used the power of space with Zhu Rong and Gong Gong to quickly rush back to the Wu clan camp.

In the Wa Palace, Nuwa suddenly opened her eyes and woke up from seclusion. There was endless sadness in her eyes.He slowly closed his eyes, and a tear fell down his cheek.

"Brother!!!"

"Why don't you listen to my words and leave heaven?"

Nuwa murmured softly.

He opened his eyes again, with calm eyes, and stood up to leave the dojo that he had not left for tens of thousands of years.

(End of this chapter)