Reborn Willow God, Great Antiquity Signed for Thousands of Years

A ray of light appeared out of nowhere in front of a war witch, like a light that would be extinguished by the wind.

The war witch casually patted it, thinking it was the Taoist supernatural power of a certain human monk.

However, when he slapped him, he directly penetrated through that point of light.

The light is still there, but his hand is gone.

Not only that, but his arm also melted away before he could react.

When the severe pain hit, the war witch, who was comparable to the Taiyi Golden Immortal, had not had time to cry out, and his whole body turned into flying ash.

The remaining eighty war witches were stunned when they saw this scene.

In the next instant, that little ray of light swelled billions of times.

Great light!

The white fog over the Zhuolu Field melted away in an instant.

The bright sunshine fell on the ground again, which made all the witch men and warriors of the Jiuli tribe who were screaming to capture the Yellow Emperor stunned.

At the same time, Ji Yuanxuan, who had already been prepared for this, raised his voice, and the Yanhuang army, which could already see where the enemy was, immediately formed battle formations and surrounded the Jiuli warriors who broke into the camp.

The situation is completely reversed!

More than [-] Libu warriors are like beasts caught in a trap, surrounded by hunters with sharp knives.

……

At the gate of the Yanhuang Camp, Taoist Chang Geng raised his precious mirror, looked at the Haotian God in the mirror and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, there is...the saint has made a move!"

Haotian God kept silent, as if he didn't hear it.

In fact, at the moment when the fog was broken, he already had a feeling.

After all, the fog was created by himself.

"His Majesty!"

Taoist Chang Geng let out a low cry.

Haotian God raised his head, his eyes seemed to fall on the tragic battlefield through a mirror.

Finally, he waved feebly.

"come back."

After saying this, he seemed to have exhausted all the strength in his body, and his whole body directly collapsed on the throne of the Emperor of Heaven, his eyes were downcast, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Taoist Chang Geng sighed in his heart, knowing that the Lord of the Three Realms had completely lost his heart.

He didn't dare to look any further, quickly put away the precious mirror, turned around and looked at the heavenly soldiers and generals behind him, and said: "Your Majesty has an order, order me to return to the heavenly court as soon as possible."

"As ordered!"

All the heavenly generals took the order, and led the heavenly soldiers under their command to set up the white clouds without hesitation and fly to the direction of Nantianmen.

……

"I can't stop it! Patriarch, what should we do?"

"Patriarch! The people in Heaven have escaped!"

"Patriarch! All the war witches of the Wu Clan are dead! The two big witches, Feng Bo and Yu Shi, have escaped!"

"Patriarch..."

Bad news came one after another. Chi You, who rode on the iron-eating beast and charged bravely, wanted to tear a gap in the enemy's battle formation, without hesitation, cut the clansman who came to report the news in half, and then held up the blood The dripping precious blade slanted to the sky, raised his head and roared:

"kill!"

The surrounding witch warriors froze for a moment, then tore off the broken animal skin armor on their bodies, and shouted loudly:

"Chi You!"

"Chi You!"

"Chi You!"

……

This roar full of worship and trust, loyalty, bravery and fearlessness is the last swan song of the Jiuli Tribe.

Soon, under the heavy siege of the Yanhuang army, one after another the witch warriors fell down, and finally only Chi You was left, and even the iron-eating beast collapsed to the ground before his eyes, dying of exhaustion.

"what--"

Chi You roared angrily, and he was bathed in blood like a demon god.

The surrounding human monks were afraid of his ferocious aura, so they didn't dare to step forward for a while.

Chi You stood holding the knife, proudly scanning the surrounding enemies, with contempt in his eyes, "You are not worthy to kill me!"

-------------Chapter Dividing Line---------------

In the Battle of Zhuolu, after paying a heavy price, the Yanhuang army finally severely damaged the Jiuli tribe.