Hong Huang: I, the ancestor of the dragon clan, will never come out!

"What a cruel witch clan!"

What happened in the prehistoric land not only made the demon gods and demon saints of the demon clan furious.

Even the other powerful people who returned from the Zixiao Palace were terrified.

After thousands of years of killing, corpses piled up into continuous mountains, and blood and flesh almost dyed every inch of the prehistoric land red.

The blood flowed into rivers.

This is not just a river, it can almost merge into a sea of ​​blood.

"Slaughtering all spirits like this and causing great disasters in the prehistoric land, this witch clan... is simply unworthy of being called the descendants of Pangu." Sanqing Tongtian's face was extremely ugly.

If it weren't for Laozi and Yuanshi who were standing by to stop him, he would have even sacrificed the sword formation to kill the twelve witch ancestors.

"Although the witch clan killed all the racial forces that joined the demon clan this time, it's a bit too much." Yuanshi looked at the countless tragic scenes on the prehistoric continent below, and his voice couldn't help but be cold.

"Such killing is against the harmony of nature." Even Laozi, who was indifferent, looked at the Wu clan with a bit of coldness.

The Wu clan had been rampant in the prehistoric world under the name of Pangu's descendants, while the Three Pure Ones were known as the authentic Pangu clan. Although the two sides were somewhat dissatisfied, there was no conflict.

But this time, the Wu clan actually committed such a tragic crime in the prehistoric world, which was simply smearing Pangu's name.

In addition to the indignant mighty ones like the Three Pure Ones, more guests in the Zixiao Palace were frightened by the Wu clan's cruelty.

If they didn't take action, it would be fine. Once they took action, it would be earth-shattering and slaughter the entire prehistoric world.

And...

A group of mighty ones used their means to look at the battlefield of the twelve ancestor witches and the quasi-saint mighty ones of the demon clan.

It was obvious that they wanted to kill the Heavenly Emperor and the Demon King of the demon clan together and eradicate the roots.

…

“You… deserve to die!”

Looking at Ju Mang and Xi Zi in front of him, Fuxi’s eyes were already bloodshot.

As an innate sacred being, he and Nuwa accepted Di Jun and Tai Yi’s invitation to join the demon clan.

It was for the sake of the prehistoric creatures.

Both his and Nuwa’s dojo were on Mount Buzhou. Over countless years, they had seen too many prehistoric creatures being hunted down by the witch clan in Mount Buzhou.

That’s why they agreed to Di Jun and Tai Yi’s invitation to establish a force that could protect all living beings from being hunted down by the witch clan.

But now…

The scenes of the bloodshed of the demon clan on the prehistoric continent appeared in Fuxi’s mind.

Fuxi’s hands on the Fuxi Qin, a superb innate spiritual treasure, could not help but speed up. The sound, no, the avenue of music rose from the Fuxi Qin.

Fuxi, who was filled with endless murderous intent, was now full of murderous aura in his rhythmic avenue, and he attacked the two ancestor witches with an unpredictable intention.

"Fuxi, you'd better stay here honestly! When we destroy the demon race, we will let you go..."

Ju Mang snorted coldly, and the avenue of wood surged wildly from his body, and countless giant trees that covered the sky were born in the endless void around him, forming a domain of the avenue of wood.

And the avenue of electricity of the ancestor witch Xizi also rose up, and the zigzagging electric currents merged with the domain of countless giant trees that covered the sky, trapping Fuxi in the middle.

Fuxi's murderous rhythmic avenue did not cause any ripples in this domain constructed by the avenue of wood and the avenue of electricity.

The twelve ancestor witches were bred and transformed together. I'm afraid no one in the prehistoric world is better than them at the art of combined attack.

Even if only two ancestor witches join forces, the power of the battle is not as simple as one plus one equals two.

However, Ju Mang and Xi Zi only surrounded but did not kill, and had no intention of killing Fuxi.

After all, when they were preaching in Zixiao Palace before, they witnessed with their own eyes that Nuwa was given the Hongmeng Purple Qi by Hongjun, and it was stated that she was a saint of the Heavenly Dao.

Killing Fuxi at this time would offend Nuwa to death. Although the Twelve Ancestral Witches were not without the courage, they did not have the need to do so.

"Should be killed... Should be killed..." Fuxi ignored the two ancestral witches and held back, but instead had a murderous intent in his heart.

A black air flowed in his eyes, and the auspicious cloud slowly emerged above his head. A figure of Fuxi in a black robe suddenly jumped out and directly merged into Fuxi's body.

Fuxi evil corpse!

Behead!

Fuxi's eyes flashed red, and the power of the innate spiritual treasure of the corpse beheading merged into his body, and his Taoism increased instantly.

Unlike Dijun and Taiyi who released the three corpses to fight, Fuxi directly integrated the two corpses of good and evil into his body to increase his magic power.

"Chichichi--"

The Avenue of Sound, full of murderous aura, suddenly surged, and the invisible blades of sound splashed everywhere. The seemingly endless giant trees around were almost all strangled and crushed in an instant.

"This..."

Jumang and Xizi's faces changed slightly.

A sense of crisis suddenly surged in their hearts, and the two ancestor witches almost simultaneously showed their ancestor witch true bodies that were hundreds of thousands of feet tall.

But as soon asEven so, the body of the Ancestral Witch, known for its toughness and strength, was almost covered with bone-deep scars the moment it appeared.

A series of murderous auras entangled each wound like a thorn in the bone, preventing the healing of the Ancestral Witch's body.

"It actually broke through at this time."

Even Ju Mang and Xi Zi did not expect that Fuxi would actually kill the evil corpse at this time.

Is the practice of the Three Corpses Killing Dao method so simple?

Ju Mang and Xi Zi could not help but have this question in their hearts, but now is not the time to delve into such things.

After looking at each other, the two Ancestral Witches simultaneously used all their strength to activate the avenues in their bodies, and the countless wounds on their bodies healed rapidly.

The Ancestral Witch's true body was surging with blood and energy, and the black and red evil spirit permeated. Without holding back, he attacked Fuxi directly.

What happened to Fuxi at this time was not an isolated case. On the other side, Nuwa was entangled by the ancestor of gold, Rushou, and the ancestor of thunder, Qiangliang.

When she saw the killings committed by the witches in the prehistoric world, she was filled with murderous thoughts and directly killed the evil corpses with the top-grade innate spiritual treasure, the red hydrangea.

After killing the two corpses of good and evil, Nuwa's cultivation level improved greatly, and she suppressed Rushou and Qiangliang and killed them crazily.

On the other side, Kunpeng and Xihe were not much different, although they did not kill the evil corpses directly like Fuxi and Nuwa.

But under the stimulation of the resentment of the souls of the millions of demons who died, they only needed to go back and practice for a while, and they would be able to kill the evil corpses.

"Oops..."

Dijiang, who was fighting with Dijun, looked very ugly at this time.

Originally, he had planned very well.

Almost all the demon forces on the prehistoric land were pulled out, and the great witches of his witch clan led the tribesmen to resist the Daluo demon gods who were besieging the demon clan.

And their twelve ancestor witches separately held back Nuwa, Fuxi, Kunpeng and Xihe, the quasi-saints.

They surrounded and killed Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi with all their strength.

As long as these two demon kings died, the remaining demon forces would become a mess again.

But... he never thought that after a move, he was forced by Nuwa and Fuxi to kill the evil corpse.

It has only been a short time since the second lecture of Zixiao Palace passed down the secret method of beheading the three corpses. Including the time of preaching, it has only been 16,700 years.

16,700 years, it sounds like a long time.

But let alone these quasi-saints, even Daluo Jinxian, or even Taiyi Jinxian, this less than 20,000 years is extremely short.

But in this short time, Dijun, Taiyi, Nuwa, and Fuxi actually killed two corpses in succession, and their progress in magic power was incredible.

There were dozens of other quasi-saints who killed one corpse in the entire prehistoric world.

In his heart, like the several ancient witches who besieged Nuwa and Fuxi, he couldn't help but start to doubt whether the secret method of killing three corpses was really so simple to practice?