After countless years of struggle, my disciple turned the prehistoric world into a top world

"Witch! Witch! Witch!"

The huge voice resounded sentence by sentence, spreading throughout the world.

This voice is too passionate, with infinite fighting spirit.

The twelve injured ancestor witches stood up one by one, staring at the world with their eyes open.

I have been in this world, I have struggled, and I have never regretted it.

"My witch clan is all peers!"

Today, Di Jiang has solemnly said such words in the world.

The old Taoist's words seemed to still ring in his ears.

For this person, Di Jun did not choose to kill, but respected him in awe.

Although the races are different, they are all creatures of the wild.

It doesn't matter which faction you support, what people want to see is their demeanor.

It belongs to the demeanor of the Wu family.

It belongs to the demeanor of the Yaozu.

To be honest, for Di Jiang, Di Jun has been promoted to a saint, so he naturally despises him in his heart.

But today, his eyes are level, without any contempt.

When you meet your opponent, you want to have a showdown.

"coming."

Di Jun stared at Di Jiang seriously, and said something solemnly.

As for Di Jiang, he laughed out loud.

"Come here, I, the Wu Clan, are afraid that you will fail."

"Emperor Jiang of the Witch Clan is begging for death here."

The leader of the Wu clan stood in front of the entire Wu clan, as if he was about to do something.

If he dies, he, the leader, will die first.

The rest of the ancestral witches were touched.

"Hahahaha, isn't it just death? What are you afraid of?"

"Witch Clan Zhu Rong, please die quickly!"

As soon as the words fell, a girl rang out.

Her fighting spirit is unparalleled in the world, and her qi and blood are rolling like a river.

"Xuan Ming, the witch clan, wants to die in this battle."

The sound of a sentence came in an endless stream.

The Twelve Patriarchal Witches are begging to die here!

All great witches are begging to die here! !

The entire Wu Clan is begging for death here! ! ! .

Chapter 223

Emperor Jiang of the Witch Clan.

How is it?

The spirit is all over the sky!

The witch clan and the monster clan are ready to fight.

Everyone looked at each other with a strong fighting spirit.

Whether it is the witch clan or the monster clan, each has its own paranoia.

Life and death, winner and loser.

At this time, a Taoist had unusually firm eyes.

He kept setting up large formations near the two Lich clans to maintain his own safety.

"A man promises, promises to be reborn and died."

He promised his friend that he would come back and tell him the intensity of the Lich War.

So he can neither retreat nor advance.

If you don't want to die, you can't miss it yet.

He is just a little monk, a monk who can't be younger.

But such a little monk agreed to the conditions of a friend of Da Luo.

Maybe the friend just said it jokingly, but he smiled and took it seriously.

A man doesn't make promises easily, if he makes a promise, he must keep it, even at the expense of his own life.

Originally, the world was wonderful, even a little monk like him had hope.

Maybe there is still a chance to learn from the unparalleled sword fairy and heroic casual cultivator...

But the pride of the world does not allow him to retreat.

It's okay to die.

This world may not have the two clans of liches, it may not have great power, it may not have a good environment, but it must have backbone.

I am a little monk and an ordinary person. I can lose my life, but not my backbone.

Lich Battleground.

Di Jun, who was in charge of the entire Zhou Tian Star Wars, showed off his power.

He didn't take the lead in attacking the Twelve Witch Clans, but killed those Witch Clans.

Since the Twelve Ancestral Witches wanted to prepare, let them prepare.

"Kill, it's time to rule the world."

"Yes, yes, this is the final battle!"

"Even if we die now, it's worth it, and the monster race in future generations will definitely remember us."

Throw your head and sprinkle your blood, everything is for the future.

The war is getting more and more intense.

Whether it is Lich Yaozu.

"Boom ¨〃!"

The thunder and thunder of the heavens are gathering, and a force that destroys the heavens and the earth is recovering, and all the laws of the world have become false.

The thin rain of blood just fell on the world, as if it wanted to dye the whole world in the same color.

Dijun's coercion also made the sky tremble.

The strands of hair are fluttering, and each strand is dazzling, a pair of golden eyes, full of heaven and earth, there is no way to go, and it evolves inside.

His holy body is covered with golden light, like cast gold, in the dark world, it is like talking about the bright sun.

His blood is monstrous.

Every thread and every strand was extremely heavy, crushing the sky and cracking the earth.

Many ancient visions suddenly appeared.

In the chaos, everything evolves.

The golden crow burns for nine days.

The sound of the avenue resounds, intertwined with the chaotic way, and dances with the source of the holy body, appearing and disappearing around Dijun's body.

He is a sage, possessing extreme imperial prestige, suppressing the eternity and reversing the universe.

"That's kind of scary."

Someone said solemnly.

"Maybe Dijiang could fight against Dijun thousands of years ago, but now it is far from being able to."

"No, I believe in miracles."

An old man, eyes full of vicissitudes, seems to recall the eventful years.

The Wu family was slapped to death countless times by Di Jun.

The monster monks roared in unison, and the sound shook the world.

"war."

All the witch clan raised their own battle flags, roaring from their souls, wanting to make the monster clan pay for their blood.

Di Jun stood in the sky, silently, staring at Di Jiang.

Looking at Di Jiang again, he was gnashing his teeth, tyrannical and bloodthirsty.

Every area of ​​the heavens is vast and boundless, covered by blood light.

The flames of war ignited all over the starry sky, every star field, every star.

"kill."

The whole earth is full of roars and shouts of killing.

Looking from a distance, the tide of witches and the sea of ​​monsters, every time they collide, there will be a lot of people falling down.

"Drip drip!"

A large amount of blood continued to pool, slowly forming rivers and rivers.

The battle was fierce, and the starry sky was covered with blood and bones, which was shocking.

There is no harmony and breeze in the world, it is full of blood.

In the northern starry sky, the domineering aura of the witch clan is spreading, turning tens of millions of miles into a forbidden land.

"I have an arrow, but the God of Meteor!"

The monstrous Qi and blood of the great witch Hou Yi was burning and pouring into his body.

The bow of shooting the sun, and the arrows of shooting the sun are all on display.

Pulling the bow like a full moon, thundering an arrow, blessed with infinite divine power, and shot out with endless anger.

Hou Yi can say that this is the most peak arrow since he practiced Taoism.

With this arrow, he wanted to kill the demon god.

When a demon god saw this scene, his pupils shrank extremely.

But he didn't back down. For the race war, he knew he couldn't back down.

Transformed into the real body of the monster race, he killed him.

In the end, they... collided.

The heavens trembled, and the myriad realms were in turmoil.

A halo that destroys the sky and destroys the earth spreads infinitely in all directions.

Wherever it passed, the earth collapsed inch by inch, and the river subverted inch by inch.

Even those top-quality fairy materials were instantly crushed into fly ash.

In this battle, there is a peerless powerhouse with the power to destroy the world.

The people of the two clans were all covered in blood, which splashed all over the starry sky.

".‖Wait, damn it."