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

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Bright as fireworks.

Groups of blood flowers just bloomed under the bloody sky.

"what...."

Countless monster races were roaring, crying ghosts and howling wolves.

From far to near, each monster clan turned into a blood mist.

These monster clans who preside over the formation can only watch themselves disappearing, without any power to stop them.

Witnessing the arrival of death.

The body and soul are gone, and there is no possibility of reincarnation.

In the face of life and death, hesitation, resoluteness, and anger are useless at all.

The sage version of Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Formation was broken just like that.

Countless monster soldiers died unexpectedly, and the star banners, big and small, were directly turned into powder.

Except for Dijun and Taiyi, there were also a small number of quasi-sage demon gods who were seriously injured, and all the demon clans who presided over the formation died.

"Cough...cough..."

Di Jun clutched his chest and collapsed on the ground, looking extremely embarrassed.

His eyes are too complex.

In his eyes, countless sons of the Yaozu died.

In his eyes, the Twelve Ancestral Witches gradually disappeared.

They won the battle, but they also lost.

In the confrontation between the Shuangjue formation, they Yaozu lost a bit.

And the twelve ancestor witches were wiped out, leaving the witch clan no longer able to fight.

Otherwise, the outcome is still unknown.

Di Jun won, but wanted to cry.

This battle is really too tragic.Dry.

Chapter 226

quiet!

very quiet!

It seems that many people did not expect it.

The ending slowly unfolded.

It brings people a very different feeling.

"Has the Wu Clan been defeated?"

"Yes! Saints are immortal, but the Twelve Ancestral Witches are still moths to the flame."

"I didn't expect that what we witnessed was the desolation of a generation of myths."

Some people sigh, some people lament...

The ups and downs of life are really exciting.

All the ancestor witches of the witch clan are dead, and the great witch is also dead.

Only some remnants and defeated generals remained, still standing firm.

Di Jun's face was very cold, and he didn't speak, but waved his hand lightly.

The monster race at the bottom naturally knew the meaning and rushed up immediately.

This battle is finally over, and their Yaozu has won.

　　Now, all you need to do is cut the weeds and get rid of the roots.

"Kill! The time has finally come for the Yaozu to rule the world."

"Being able to personally do something for the glory of the Yaozu is the ultimate honor of being a Yaozu."

On the prehistoric land, there are witches in twos and threes.

There is infinite sadness in their eyes.

Because their patriarch, brother, died in front of them.

They can't change this one thing, and they can't change it.

Even if they do everything, even if they never turn back, even if they are all unyielding...

But the reality is so cruel.

"My witch clan is the best of the world!"

At this time, a witch tribe seemed to be emboldening himself, and roared out fiercely.

Like a mad dog that bites whoever it sees.

"Witch! Witch! Witch!"

Although there are very few people in the Wu Clan now, they are still making a name for the Wu Clan.

This life is a witch clan, and they don't regret it.

"kill."

Seeing the monster clan killing them, the rest of the witch clan then gathered into an army and rushed over.

Life and death are bearish, and if you don't accept it, do it.

The qi and blood of the Wu Clan are burning, soaring into the sky, covering the starry sky, and covering the sky.

There are demons to kill demons, and there are revenge and revenge.

One person blasted the boundless land, and buried himself in many monster clans.

What they wanted was not to escape, but to avenge their clansmen.

There is something that makes them unable to escape and will not escape.

The Wu Clan, who have the meaning of mortal death, seems to be more powerful than ever.

The witch clan with the will to die is not a vegetarian, and after receiving a sword from the monster clan, he punched him back.

The body of the powerful witch clan also shattered, but the monster clan also paid a heavy price.

It's a lose-lose again.

These monster races are roaring, I don't know why these witch races still persist?

A big demon roared, blood sacrificed Jingyuan, and covered the starry sky with a palm, like a hand that could destroy the world.

But the witches of the witch tribe are strong and domineering, advancing instead of retreating, burning blood, and fearless with a punch.

The Wuzu's hand was exploded, and the hand bones were shattered, filling the starry sky.

But the body of the monster clan also collapsed, and the monster bones were stained with monster blood, and fell in all directions, turning into dust of history during the fall.

In a situation where both sides are hurting, kill one thousand enemies and hurt yourself eight hundred.

"kill."

The Yaozu army gathered into a group and killed the past again.

"kill!"

The great battle of the Wu Clan, releasing the blood of the sky, carrying the power of the overbearing race, also killed the past.

All attacks have returned to the original, simple and rude.

The human spirit treasure of the Yaozu waved over and split the body of the Wuzu, but the Wuzu pulled out the spine of the Yaozu with one hand, and turned it into a handful of ashes in his hand.

The battles get raw and bloody.

The Yao clan slashed at him, and the Wu clan punched him back.

Until one side is slaughtered, until one side is killed.

Witch blood and demon blood intertwined, dyeing the whole land red.

"ended."

Although the expressive power of the witch clan is amazing, but without the ancestor witch and the great witch, what can these little soldiers do?

A seriously injured demon god stood up, speaking flatly.

Then swing a blow.

This blow seemed to have come from a long time ago. It traveled through the universe and across the eternal sky.

"Are you going to die?"

"I'm not reconciled!"

There are witches screaming, their eye sockets are protruding, and their eyes are full of ferocity and terror.

However, no matter how much he roared, it would be difficult for him to recover.

The demon god's blow pierced through his body, turning him into dust of history...

The rest of the witches vomited blood, staggered, and couldn't stand still, blood splashed all over the starry sky.

But their record is brilliant.

When dying, I have to pull a few backs.

For race, for hatred, there is something that sustains them until the end of their lives.

The Yaozu gathered again, but this time there were more people.

Talk like Wang Yang.

"Patriarch, I didn't give you...shame!"

The remaining few witches were all laughing, drowning in the tide of the monsters with exhaustion and desolation.

Since then, all the Wu clan tribes have been wiped out, leaving no one behind.

Except for escaping in the back soil of the chaotic creation, there are no witches in the prehistoric world.

Many people watched this scene and didn't know what to say.

The rise of a race is based on the destruction of a race.

Only this time it's completely different.

Compared with the previous catastrophes, this catastrophe gave birth to the final winner.

He will inevitably bring the glory of the loser to a peak.

The prehistoric may be unified.

After endless years and countless calamities, the world will finally usher in a great unification.

"Ah! What a pity!"

"If possible, I hope that the Wu clan can still have hope."

Someone stared at the blood-colored land, and couldn't forget it for a long time.

The Wu Clan was destroyed just like that?

The battle madman Zhu Rong died just like that?

Will Emperor Jiang, the patriarch of the Wu clan, be buried forever?

With such a big family, no one will stay?

Time is like a knife to cut the arrogance of heaven, and the road to longevity is enchanting.