Prehistoric: Read the holy king, extract the power of the statue to suppress the prison

That Pan Gu's real body weakened visibly with the naked eye.

How about the golden crow with three legs thousands of miles away.

The impact just now, even the boundless stars have fallen a lot.

Between the sky, it was gray and dark, and there were still countless forces of chaos escaping and difficult to dissipate.

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Most of the remaining monster races above the Golden Immortal had fallen.

Countless monster races, who had already been sucked of energy and blood, coupled with the impact of that kind of power, suddenly died.

Among them, there are many Daluo Jinxians.

The 360 ​​days of Zhou Tian's star formation are already incomplete.

Fortunately, there was Fuxi guarding him, and he was quickly supplemented by other Daluo Jinxian Yaozu.

But at this time, the Yaozu also suffered countless losses.

In the heavenly court full of palaces and palaces, there are countless fairy palaces falling towards the prehistoric land.

Under this circumstance, the Lich and Demon clans were all severely damaged.

But the two races, which have already been manipulated by catastrophe, have no intention of stopping at all.

At this time, the giant Pan Gu in real body waved his giant palm again, and slapped down towards the heaven.

Tens of thousands of miles of body, just the palm, there are thousands of miles in size.

Under this bombardment, the Nantianmen, which was originally high above, exploded into countless pieces.

Countless monster races fell again.

"Witch Clan!!"

"Die!!"

The demon emperor also shouted loudly, surrounded by endless flames, turned into rainbow light, and rushed towards Pangu's real body.

All the avenues were torn apart, the two sides collided again, and the sky shook again!

Fortunately, at this time, there is no such power as before, and no chaos will be shattered.

The prehistoric world is no longer in crisis.

But at this time, two boundless and huge figures slowly fought towards the real center of the prehistoric world, where Buzhou Mountain was located.

"Oops! Buzhou Mountain!!"

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Chen Changsheng's complexion changed, and he said in a low voice.

He has known for a long time that if he is not Zhou Shan, he should be damaged by the Lich's calamity.

But what I knew originally was that Gonggong and Zhurong fought and smashed Buzhou Mountain.

But it didn't appear, on the contrary, at this time, it seemed that Buzhou Mountain was in danger!

The way of heaven wants to cleanse the prehistoric world, and all races cannot escape.

Is it not enough just to wreak havoc on the Dao just now?

If Buzhou Mountain is broken, the sky will be turned upside down.

At this moment, Chen Changsheng couldn't help but frown.

But this is the fate set by the way of heaven, and I can't change it myself.

Even if they make a move, the two sides in the battle at this time have already been manipulated by robbery.

Don't look at the fact that the power is no longer just before, but it is also at the level of the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal.

Could it be that Chen Changsheng could touch it?

Chen Changsheng could only frown and look towards the battlefield.

Now, the rest of the prehistoric places, on the contrary, breathed a sigh of relief.

In any case, at this time, the War of the Lich no longer tears chaos.

This means that they don't have to worry about the collapse of the prehistoric world.

The previous chaotic rift has begun to slowly heal at this time.

Without the chaotic rift, at least the Great Desolation would not collapse because of it.

In the sky, the cracks beyond Cloud Nine slowly healed.

The ferocious sky slowly returned to the appearance of black clouds pressing down.

The boundless black cloud is slowly suppressing at this time, although it is still extremely oppressive.

The ten thousand races are still driven by Quan Jie, constantly fighting each other.

Around the large formation of the human race, the hundreds of millions of living beings are still turning into boundless energy and blood, being absorbed by the Emperor Cauldron.

But at this moment, the scene that was originally suppressed seemed so peaceful.

At least you don't have to face the crisis of death all the time.

Time passed slowly.

Wan Ling is still crazy, but the number is rapidly decreasing.

Thousands of races have been wiped out countless times, but there are also existences who insist on carrying the past.

But the two clans of liches continued to fight and destroy each other.

Thousands of years passed quietly.

The Lich War has never ceased.

The dark clouds in the sky never dissipated.

Children born in the human race for thousands of years all thought that this was the true appearance of the world.

At this moment, Chen Changsheng frowned.

The real body of Pan Gu, in the millennium of fighting with the demon emperor, had already only been a hundred thousand feet in size.

As for the monster clan's huge celestial star formation, there are only 360 circling golden immortals and three demon gods left.

With Fuxi in charge of the formation, Tai Yi and Di Jun had already entered the battle together, turning into two rounds of brilliant suns, facing the true body of Pangu.

The fight between the two sides is still going on, but the breath is never the same as before.

At this time, although the divine power is not as good as it is, it is still difficult for people to approach.

At this time, the big Luo Jinxian and the big monsters, whose faces are pale, with blood dripping from the corners of their mouths, are all withered.

The energy and blood in the whole body have already been supplied to the Demon Emperor.

At this time, relying only on the soul, forcibly continuing the power of the star, maintaining the formation.

If it weren't for Xihuang's dispatching power, it would have been annihilated and invisible.

But even so, the eyes of these big monsters are full of madness!

At this time, Fuxi was already insane, and he manipulated the 64 hexagrams with a wave of his hand, moving across the heavens and attracting stars from all realms.

Sprinkle starlight and provide infinite power.

But at this time, his complexion was pale and his efforts were exhausted.

Taiyi is even more miserable.

At this time, the wings were cut off, and only one of the three legs remained, and the two divine eyes containing infinite divine fire had also dimmed their divine light at this time.

Only relying on the Eastern Emperor Bell above his head, he barely resisted the power of Pan Gu's real body.

Di Jun was a little better, but he was exhausted.

The flesh and blood rolled all over his body has long since faded away.

The soul is incomplete at this time, and it is only maintained by a trace of Hunyuan breath.

This is his own half-step Hunyuan Qi, which is constantly being consumed at this time.

On the side of the Wu Clan, it won't be any better.

The Eleventh Patriarch Witch's blood has long since dried up, and his qi and blood are silent.

More than half of the ancestral witches have already died at this time, but the physical body is still in the formation, maintaining the Dutian Twelve Gods and Demons formation.

Dayi has long since fallen, his soul is shattered, and the only remaining ancestral witches, Dijiang, Jumang, Zhurong, Gonggong, Xuanming, are also dragged by their disabled bodies.

At this time, the battlefield was already at Buzhou Mountain.

A group of ancestral witches, looking crazy, looked at where the monster clan was.

"Children Dijun, even if this ancestor dies, I will hold you back!!"

Zhu Rong has long been insane, and now endless flames are rising all over his body.

Even the Dao rose up, turned into a cloud of fire, and went straight to attack the monster clan.

The Wu Clan has no soul, and sacrifices to the Dao is to burst out the last strength, and this behavior is equivalent to self-destruction!

And with countless Zhu Rong's blood being sucked out.

Zhu Rong died, but Pangu's real body, with the help of such divine power, condensed the boundless fire cloud in his palm with a flip of his hands.

In an instant, a small red ax appeared.

The breath is much less than it was a thousand years ago, but it still has the power to open the sky!

"Damn!"

"Witch Clan, you are looking for death!!"

Dijun was also extremely crazy|crazy, and at this time he directly sacrificed the already broken Hetu Luoshu, and threw it into the air, causing the boundless stars to fall in an instant.

The 360 ​​demon kings spurted blood one after another. At this time, their spirits were depressed and their blood was dry.

Even Da Luo Jinxian is about to perish!

The light of the ax opened the sky and went straight to the sky.

After all, it was Zhu Rong's last blow to refine his body, and the divine power was unstoppable!

But on Dijun's side, after all, he is a half-step Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, and he is not much weaker...

Suddenly, the world was torn apart.

The power of the avenue surges madly!

During the annihilation of mountains and rivers, the power of the Dao that swept away went straight to Di Jun.

At this time, Di Jun seemed to be no match for the divine power of opening the sky condensed by the ancestor witch sacrificed himself!

"Damn!!"

Di Jun yelled angrily, not caring about Tai Yi's mutilated body behind him, who had already been seriously injured.

During the calamity, he had lost his mind from the very beginning.

At this time, while waving his hands, the Donghuang Bell, which was protecting Tai Yi, was unexpectedly taken into his side.

"The power of Zhou Tian's stars, gather for me!!"

Under the madness, the 360-star main flag instantly burst into flames.