The glory system of the king of the prehistoric landscape

Chapter 137 Fuxi Falls
The witch clan is also extremely miserable. With the destruction of Zhou Tianxingdou and Du Tianshensha, the first confrontation between the liches has also come to an end.

But one second before Pangu dissipated, he glanced in the direction of Penglai, and a strange arc was drawn at the corner of his mouth.

Yin Yang couldn't help narrowing his eyes slightly, what does Pangu mean by looking here?
At the same time, I can't help but wonder in my heart, whether it is getting closer to Pangu's return to the prehistoric world!
Then he shook his head, throwing all these things out of his mind. After the Lich War, he went to Chaos. The things in the prehistoric wilderness were not something he should worry about.

"kill!"

After the disintegration of the two battles, someone shouted, and then countless monster clans rushed into Buzhou Mountain, and the joints of countless weapons and armor made piercing sounds. As for who shouted It doesn't matter anymore, the anger of the two armies has risen to a certain level, and there is only such a fuse.

The human race at the foot of Buzhou Mountain can only watch quietly from a distance. Although the two races are friendly, the human race cannot intervene in this level of fighting!

Suirenshi sighed softly, even if he has reached the peak of Daluo now, when the two clans are at war, he is only a cannon fodder level existence!
In Wa's palace, Nuwa looked at Fuxi who was holding Fuxiqin in his hands and said, "Is my brother really going to go to this calamity?"

"Yes, I must go. There are only two peak quasi-sages in the Yaozu, so how can they hold on to the twelve strong ones!" Fuxi said firmly.

"However, Dao Patriarch has explained in every possible way that once the calamity happens, only saints can save it. Even quasi-sage peaks are very easy to fall!" Nuwa frowned.

"But the Demon Emperor treats me like a brother, I can't break my promise!" Fuxi said.

"Did that brother ever think that this is just a way for Dijun to win people's hearts?" Nuwa asked softly.

"Anyway, I'm also a member of the Yaozu. I feel ashamed for not being able to contribute to the Yaozu!" Fuxi said, and then strode out.

Nuwa frowned, knowing that Fuxi had made up her mind, she didn't want to persuade her any more. Looking at Fuxi's back, Nuwa also stood up slowly, and at the same time, her spiritual sense enveloped the Lich Battlefield.

Whether it is Sanqing or Jieyin Zhunti's spiritual consciousness stays in this area, but Yin Yang is the only one watching here in Penglai. Before the war started, Taoist ancestor had sent a message to all the saints, and they were not allowed to intervene in the matter of calamity.

Now the entire lich battlefield is in chaos. Di Jun shrouded Hetu Luoshu on his head and fought against the three ancestor witches alone.

But Taiyi is more straightforward, the Chaos Clock can be attacked and defended, and he can fight against the four ancestor witches alone, without losing the wind!
Kunpeng, Bai Ze, the two faced off against an ancestral witch each, and the two quasi-sages were only able to do so in the later stage, but they did not fall behind against the ancestral witch!
The remaining two ancestral witches joined forces to attack the five quasi-sage realm powerhouses from Yaozu 360!
The Chaos Clock is the treasure of opening the sky, it can hold three thousand primordial beings, endless chaos, at this moment, the air of endless chaos hangs down, blocking countless attacks of laws!

And the other great witch, Xingtian, looked at the deer in front of him coldly!
The little deer has evolved into nine colors, the ancestor of the deer clan in the prehistoric, holding a long whip in his hand at the moment, it is the human-made whip that is contaminated with the vitality and merit of the endless human race!
And Yin Yang's gaze is also watching here quietly!

As long as the little deer is a little careless, Yin Yang will save the little deer without hesitation even if Taoist ancestors stop him!
The little deer turned his head and glanced towards the East China Sea, smiled slightly, and then waved his whip in his hand to kill the big witch Xingtian!

The battle between the world-shattering great supernatural powers among the liches was extremely tragic.

From time to time, the realm of Da Luo fell, and the blood-colored cloud in the sky never left, slowly drifting with blood-colored rain.

Suddenly, there was a sound of piano in the sky, which made the whole battlefield a meal, but after that, no one paid attention to it, and the victory or defeat was decided in seconds.

The sound of the zither became more and more urgent, as if it was manipulating the entire battlefield, but when it reached the most urgent moment, it suddenly cut off, and an invisible wave strangled towards the army of the Wu clan!

This kind of sound wave quietly reaped the lives of one Wu clan after another, floating on the battlefield like a haunted ghost!

The intervention of a quasi-sage late stage power instantly broke the original deadlock, and it was still able to wipe out a large area!

Di Jiang watched the continuous decline of the Wu Clan with blood red eyes, and then punched Di Jun back in front of him, and rushed towards Fuxi!

"Fellow Taoist Fuxi, be careful!" Di Jun exclaimed.

However, he himself is also incapable of splitting himself up, but now that Di Jiang has left, although the pressure has dropped sharply, he still can't get away!
Fuxi felt the space fluctuations in front of him, so he moved the strings of the piano and bombarded that space!

But, no use!
I saw a fist slowly appearing in front of him, from far to near, Fuxi hurriedly resisted, and blocked the Fuxiqin in his hand.

One punch blasted Fuxiqin, which was only a top-grade innate spirit treasure, without any hindrance. Dijiang's angry blow was no small matter. Besides, Fuxi only beheaded the evil corpse. Although he was the peak quasi-sage, his combat power was far away. Not as good!
Although beheading corpses can improve the realm of quasi-sages, the improvement of quasi-sages' realms doesn't just depend on beheading corpses!But whether it is spiritual power reserves or attack methods, they are all lacking!There are very few people who become holy by beheading three corpses like the Taishang!
Fuxi looked at the fist piercing his chest in disbelief, and there was only one thought in his mind, was he going to die?

At the same time, he slowly closed his eyes, but he didn't regret the choice he made, man, he was born to be responsible!Even if I die, I will not regret it!

Nuwa sighed softly and waved her hand, Fuxi's true spirit flew slowly towards 33 days away. Di Jiang looked at the true spirit and had no intention of chasing after him!

After all, it shouldn't be too easy to intercept yourself with the means of a saint!
"Fuxi has fallen?" Tai Yi looked at this place, and his brows frowned involuntarily. A quasi-sage and great power, being bombarded and killed like this must have affected morale!
But he didn't say much, it was still a bit difficult to deal with the ancestor witches in front of him, everyone just cleaned up the snow on their own!

Di Jun looked at Di Jiang who had gone and returned, and his face could not help flashing sullen anger, but Di Jiang's face remained unchanged, and continued to rush towards Di Jun. Hetu Luoshu was already unsustainable, and I am afraid he would be able to break through in a short time. This turtle shell!
Bloody clouds shrouded the entire battlefield, and people fell every moment!
(End of this chapter)