Hong Huang: Empress Nuwa, please don’t make up your mind

All the great powers of the past were also stunned!
After Lin Lan entered the formation, she seemed to disappear.

Only a strange cyan dao light was left still shining in place!
And they also know that if they burn the source, they can increase the aggressiveness of the formation, but this method requires sacrificing the body, soul, and everything!
These methods are similar to self-detonation of the primordial spirit to defend against the enemy.

It is to sacrifice one's own energy to the formation, so that the formation can obtain greater energy support!
as predicted!

That cyan dao light is extremely bright!
It is even brighter than Dijun's billions of stars!
At this time, all the great powers of the prehistoric era felt sorry.

suddenly!

A magical scene happened!

The body of the Twelve Ancestral Witches is actually recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Now, the Twelve Patriarchal Witches were convinced that Lin Lan sacrificed his life in order to save the entire Witch Clan!

He is the Witch Emperor, he doesn't want to share the luck of the Witch Clan, and he establishes the Witch Clan but doesn't join the Witch Clan!

Just to let the twelve ancestor witches bless the luck of the witch clan to become stronger!
He dares to fight against Heaven!

Dare to calculate the number one saint in the world!
Think of this!
In an instant, the twelve ancestral witches let out a roar that resounded throughout the prehistoric world!

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

At this time, the face of the Houtu ancestor witch became even more ferocious.

Zhu Rong Zuwu even growled and said to Di Jun.

"Miscellaneous bird, today the deity is going to kill Erzhen here, to comfort the Witch Emperor!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches are as powerful as a rainbow!

The long river of luck of the witch clan seemed to be sensed by Dao, and it fell on the top of the twelve ancestor witches!
The Twelve Capitals, which were originally on the verge of collapsing, were also radiant, and the monstrous bloody aura surged from within the formation!

The lowly witch tribe trillions of witch soldiers roared to kill the enemy!
The morale of the witch tribe was ignited because of Lin Lan's death!

They are not afraid of life and death, even if they die in this battle, they must give the Witch Emperor an explanation!
The sound of roaring and roaring swept across the entire prehistoric world, with a mighty momentum!
"Our witch clan will surely kill the monster clan, and comfort our witch clan, the witch emperor!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The aura of the witch clan was overwhelming, and the eyes of the twelve ancestor witches were even more staring at Emperor Jun Taiyi.

It's just that all the great masters looked at the current situation. Although they felt that Lin Lan's death was careless, they also felt a pity!

Because even if the witch clan wins again.

But if he died in the quasi-sage realm, can he really defeat Dijun's [-]% attack?
Moreover, although the people of the Wu clan are as powerful as a rainbow, they belong to the heyday.

But Zhou Tian's star battle formation is too strong!

So what if the Twelve Ancestral Witches jointly released a phantom ax glow of Pangu again?

It doesn't help at all, and he is invincible against Di Jun who has exerted ten percent of his strength!

For a moment, because Lin Lan died in the battle, most of the great powers felt sad and cried.

They were all feeling sorry for Lin Lan's death!
Because of this, their gaze became deeper, and they looked more seriously at the Lich's main battlefield!
But at this time, Di Jun couldn't help laughing when he saw this.

"Hahahaha, uncle, uncle, you have given yourself a good name that will last forever."

"But so what?"

"From ancient times to the present, the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. After all, uncle, you have pressed the wrong treasure. It is ridiculous to pin your hopes on the witch clan!"

All the big monsters of the Yaozu nodded frequently, approving Di Jun's words very much!

At this time, hundreds of millions of stars smashed towards the Wu Clan.

If it is hit by these billions of bright stars, the entire Wu Clan will be destroyed!

The Houtu ancestor witch had already shed tears like a river, her tears dried up, and she wiped away her eyes and roared firmly.

"Son of the Witch Clan, the Witch Emperor sacrificed his life for us to survive, and he has the grace of rebuilding us like a father and god!"

"All the witch clan listened to the order and fought bravely to kill the enemy. We must kill that monster clan and comfort the witch emperor!"

Among the lowly witch clan, not only the big witches, but also the little witches, even the trillions of witch soldiers are completely refreshed, the witch emperor has the intention in mind, and Gai can't forget it!

They growled!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

However, at this time, monstrous murderous aura came from Qifeng Mountain!
A beautiful figure flashed between the two formations!
I saw her in a palace uniform, extremely ethereal, holding a congenital merit spirit treasure to bind the demon rope, her aura was overwhelming, and she had broken through to the realm of quasi-sage!

The demon-binding rope in her hand let out a long cry as if it could sense the grief of its master!
"Buzz!"

Although the demon-binding rope has no spiritual wisdom, it is a treasure of innate merit and virtue. It can be long or short, and can restrain the demon clan in the world. As long as it is bound by it, it can limit the divine power of the demon clan!
It is an excellent spiritual treasure to deal with the monster race!

Houtu mourned.

"Sister Nuwa, Fellow Daoist Hongmeng is dead!"

When Nu Wa heard the news, she staggered suddenly, and two tears flowed from her golden eyes!
She is still one step too late!
Even if she has just broken through to the quasi-sage and has not had time to consolidate her cultivation in the future, it is still a step too late!
"puff!"

Nuwa rushed to her heart, and a mouthful of divine blood gushed out from her mouth!

But at this time.

Another figure flew towards the coast of the East China Sea from the direction of Kunlun Mountain!

The man was holding the Qingping Sword, with a stern expression on his face, full of grief!

Like Nuwa, he felt that something happened to Lin Lan, and forcibly broke through to the quasi-sacred realm!
But when they arrived, Hongmeng had already gone!

When Tongtian rushed to the shore of the East China Sea, the Qingping sword was eager to try from his hand!
He also raised his head to the sky and howled.

"Uncle Hongmeng! I haven't competed with you yet!"

"Uncle Hongmeng! Don't worry, I will kill these two thieves today!"

At this time, the Twelve Ancestral Witches cast the Great Formation of Du Tian Shen Sha.

And Nuwa held the demon-binding rope, and Tongtian held the Qingping sword to confront Dijun Taiyi!

But seeing Nuwa's overreaching, Di Jun couldn't stop laughing wildly!
"Hahahaha, Nuwa, Shangqing, do you think that with the two of you joining, the situation in this prehistoric world will change?"

"You are dreaming!"

"That's all! Since you all want to die, then the emperor will let you all!"

At this time, the Twelve Patriarchal Witches tried their best to move the Dutian Shensha formation to protect Nuwa Tongtian behind him.

The Houtu Ancestral Witch even turned around and said to the two of them.

"Sister Nuwa, fellow Daoist of the Shangqing, this is a matter between our witch clan and the demon clan. The death of the witch emperor, the heaven and the earth are in mourning. I don't think he will watch you die. Dijun Taiyi, these two miscellaneous birds Leave it to me to wait for the Twelve Ancestral Witches!"

"I will wait for the Twelve Ancestral Witches and will not disappoint the Witch Emperor!"

But Nuwa Tongtian didn't know Houtu's thoughts. The twelve ancestor witches were no match for the two demon emperors at all. They could put their lives behind them for Lin Lan, so why not Nuwa Tongtian?

At that time, Nuwa's monstrous murderous aura surged out, and Tongtian activated her sword intent.

War is imminent!
Dijiang Zuwu took a step forward and roared.

"Pangu phantom!"

Endless prehistoric evil spirits poured into the formation of Dutian Shensha.

It's just that this time, the phantom of Pangu condenses faster, and its body is also several times taller!
Di Juntai frowned, feeling a little flustered for some reason!

I saw that, in the center of the Great Formation of the Gods and Gods, the phantom of Pangu condensed instantly after a breath!

And that phantom didn't open its eyes.

But the momentum has swept the entire prehistoric!
suddenly!

Everyone felt that maybe they had an illusion!

Because they saw that the mouth of the phantom of Pan Gu, which was condensed from the bloody aura of the wilderness, moved!