Honghuang: God-level choice, start by taking over Zhao Gongming

"After arriving at the Nether Sea, you must keep your composure. You can't show up until the war between witches and demons ends. Do you understand?"

"We understand."

Although Xiangliu and Jiufeng were unwilling, they could only nod reluctantly.

"Pack up and leave as soon as possible. I will escort you personally."

"Yes, Master Zuwu."

Xiangliu and Jiufeng hurriedly withdrew, and Dijiang's face became even darker.

Soon, he summoned many great witches and began to discuss actions against the demons.

The witches and demons were both making unprecedented moves.

The evil spirit that was rolling in the vast wilderness became more intense.

It rolled up, covering the sky and the sun, and drowning everything!

The ray of life in the dark was completely cut off, and it could no longer be seen or understood.

All the great powers in the wilderness seemed to have a huge stone in their hearts, which was extremely depressing.

The great calamity is about to begin. All living beings below the saints will have to enter the calamity. I hope they can survive this great calamity safely.

Time flies, and a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Between heaven and earth, there is a vast calamity, which keeps rolling and evolving into endless murderous intent.

From the cultivators who have cultivated the Daluo Dao Fruit and even the Quasi-Saint Dao Fruit, to the earthly immortals and heavenly immortals who have just become immortals.

They all entered their caves at the same time, quietly waiting for the great calamity to pass.

"Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!"

At some point, the sound of the heavenly drum sounded in the thirty-three heavens.

One layer connected to another, one impacted another, and finally the drum sound spread throughout the nine heavens and ten earths, the four seas and eight wastelands.

Countless cultivators can feel the fighting spirit and murderous aura of the demon clan from the drum!

Daluo Tian, ​​Di Jun, and Donghuang Taiyi donned the golden crow robe at some point.

Xihe and Chang Xi also wore soft armor, and they were as good as men.

After that, there were Fuxi, Kunpeng, the two great demon saints, 365 Daluo star gods, and 14,800 demon kings in the Taiyi realm.

This is the foundation of the Zhoutian Xingdou formation, and it is also the most powerful trump card of the demon clan.

Behind the extremely luxurious lineup, there are densely packed, endless heavenly soldiers and generals, as many as millions.

The strong winds whistled in waves, without a trace of noise, and only the sound of the wind entered the ears.

"All the demons in the heaven, follow this emperor to fight against Buzhou and attack the witch clan!"

At the top of Daluotian, Di Jun, who had been silent for a long time, shouted loudly!

Behind Di Jun's voice, there were the voices of tens of millions of demons, "Kill, kill, kill!"

Then, there was the sound of armor and weapons colliding, and the army slowly approached Buzhou Mountain!

This is a force that is enough to overturn the entire prehistoric world!

Even the Styx Patriarch who used the Blood River Formation and Zhen Yuanzi who used the Earth Book Formation were like ants in front of it, unable to stop the surging momentum.

This scale of war has far surpassed the Dragon-Han Great Disaster of the past.

After all, the Dragon-Han Great Disaster of the past was only participated by the Dragon, Phoenix, and Kirin tribes.

But the current witch-lich catastrophe is a war between the demons of countless races and the witches transformed by Pangu's blood.

Only Buzhou Mountain can withstand a battle of this scale.

Otherwise, it will cause unpredictable disasters if it is placed anywhere in the prehistoric world.

Soon, there was also a heavy drum sound on Buzhou Mountain.

Dozens of great witches with naked upper bodies and strong muscles showed their divine power and beat the drums.

The drum sound shook the sky, and the thump came, sweeping across the nine heavens and ten earths.

Although the number of people is far less than that of the demon tribe, the momentum is not weak at all!

In the endless square in front of Pangu Temple, eleven witch ancestors and a flag of gods and demons stood in the front.

Behind them were hundreds of great witches and countless witch generals and witch soldiers.

Surprisingly, they were all naked, and the extremely fierce aura rushed to the face, wanting to drown everything.

Half a day passed slowly, and the calamity energy brewed to its peak. The witch clan and the demon clan finally met.

It was at this moment, Shouyang Mountain, Kunlun Mountain, Jin'ao Island, and Xumi Mountain.

The saints of the four religions used their means to intercept a corner of the space and present the picture clearly in their own dojo.

The disciples of the four religions opened their eyes wide, not daring to move for a moment, staring at everything in the picture.

Zhao Gongming's face was also very solemn. The battle between witches and demons finally came!

Fortunately, he made preparations in advance and protected most of the human race intact.

But without the witch-killing sword, can the heavenly court and the witch clan perish together?

But soon Zhao Gongming shook his head. The war between witches and demons returned the spirits to heaven and earth.

How could some witch-killing swords reverse the outcome of eliminating the karma on the body?

Zhao Gongming no longer thought about it, and focused on the scene of Buzhou Mountain in the picture.

Taisutian, Nuwa Palace, Nuwa stood up nervously, looking at the familiar figure on Buzhou Mountain, her eyes slightly red.

She had calculated countless times, but the secret was not revealed, even the saints could do nothing.

But she had a feeling in her heart, brother, there is danger, there is great danger!

In front of Buzhou Mountain, Di Jun's face was calm, and the strong wind blew, making his imperial robe rustle.

"Eleventh Ancestor Witch, you killed my nine sons, today, I will destroy all the people of your witch clan!"

Although Di Jun was talking, his eyes were always locked on Dayi. Once the war started, Dayi would definitely be the first to die!

Di Jiang laughed loudly, and the strong sound waves shook the space with a huge sound.

"It's a joke, it's a joke. You two three-legged old birds and a mob dare to say that we will destroy our Witch Clan. It's really laughable!"

"Stop talking nonsense, you will know after you compete!"

Di Jun winked at Donghuang Taiyi.

In an instant, the demon tribe's camp rushed toward the densely packed Wu tribe in Buzhou Mountain. Their supreme killing aura covered the sky and the sun.

"My sons and daughters of the Wu Clan, the Wu Clan holds the sky above and stands on the ground below. There are only those Wu Clan who die in battle, and there are no Wu Clan who live in an ignoble way. Brothers, fight, fight, fight!"

Di Jiang shouted and immediately led countless witch clans to join the fight!

Donghuang Taiyi controls the Chaos Bell, and the black and yellow light shocks the world!

As soon as they came up, they held back the four extremely powerful ancestral wizards Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Qiang Liang, and Zhu Rong.

The two demon saints, Emperor Xi Fuxi and demon saint Kunpeng, are responsible for supporting the other ancestral witches.

As for Di Jun, his eyes turned red and he went straight towards Yi.

"Da Yi, today is your memorial day next year, so be buried with my sons!"

Dijiang sacrificed Hetu Luoshu and suppressed Xiang Dayi heavily.

Dayi reacted in the lightning and flint, bent his bow and drew the arrow, and completed a series of actions in one go, shooting three black ice arrows at once.

But Emperor Jun is the demon emperor who looks down upon the world, not the immature Golden Crows.

The three black ice arrows were burned up before they even came close to the true sun fire burning in Hetuluoshu.

Hetu Luoshu fell like a huge mountain, directly smashing Dayi into the earth.

"Ahem."