I'm crazy

Chapter 500
Raising a glass to drink is a quick thing.

After almost drinking a gourd of wine, Lin Yuan put down the wine glass, and said to Hongjun indifferently: "Hongjun, is there a catastrophe in this world?"

Hongjun's slightly stretched brows froze, and then he didn't try to hide Linyuan, and said directly: "There is indeed a catastrophe."

Lin Yuan's cultivation was even higher than his, so there was no need to hide this matter, Hongjun knew that Lin Yuan must have known about it.

After getting Hongjun's exact answer, Linyuan didn't continue to ask. It seems that her guess was right.

But she never thought of intervening.

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Among the witch clan, the twelve ancestor witches gathered together to discuss the war with the monster clan.

"If you want me to say, it's fine to just start the fight, don't worry about what to do!"

Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Zhu Rong, the hottest-tempered one, spoke first.

Houtian said softly: "No, the monster clan occupies the heaven, and their luck is much better than our witch clan, and there are many great monsters. If we force it, I'm afraid our witch clan will lose too much."

Great Ancestor Wu Jumang nodded in response, "What Houtu said is very true, don't do anything reckless."

Zhu Rong was so angry that he stopped talking.

He thought that their witch clan was no less powerful than the monster clan, and their twelve ancestor witches were transformed by the twelve turbid qi of Pangu Great God. Their strength was extraordinary, so why should they endure the bullying of the monster clan.

Besides, the monster clan is not a good thing. After occupying the heavenly court, they tried their best to suppress the living space of their witch clan, and the liches even killed them on sight.

The current development of the situation has no room for them to retreat.

Gou Mang made the final decision: "We need to think about this matter again."

The two clans went to war, and there were countless casualties at every turn, which was not a child's play.

The other ancestral witches nodded, no objection to Gou Mang.

Wu Gonggong, the ancestor of water, did not respond, so Jumang asked, "Gonggong, what's the matter?"

Gonggong shook his head, then said: "Brother, don't you feel the heat?"

The rest of the ancestor witches were taken aback, "It's really hot."

Gonggong did not say that they had not discovered it yet, and did not know when the temperature suddenly rose a lot.

Gou Mang waited for Zu Wu to react to what had happened, and the Wu clan guarding outside pushed open the door vigorously and shouted in horror: "Zu Wu! Ten suns appeared outside!"

"what!"

Jumang stood up at once.

At this time, the outside is indeed a purgatory-like scene.

The sun is an indispensable existence, and the essence of the sun and the moon is even more helpful for the cultivation of prehistoric creatures, but no one has ever thought about what would happen if there were too many essences of the sun and the moon.

But now, ten suns appeared above the sky.

The intense and excessive power of the sun permeated the prehistoric land, and the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas were all turned into scorched earth.

"It's so hot, why are there so many suns in the sky!"

"It's so hot!"

"What's the matter?"

Immortal gods and creatures with cultivation bases hid in the caves to avoid the power of the sun that could burn everything, while prehistoric creatures with too low cultivation bases, such as human races, did not even have a chance to speak. Turned to ashes by the power of the sun.

33 days away from the chaotic depths of the Zixiao Palace, Hongjun, Linyuan, and Luo Hu, who was somewhere unknown, looked at the sky at the same time, and said in a low voice, "It's started."

The catastrophe of heaven and earth begins here.

Never die.

And the ten little suns above the sky are clearly the ten little golden crows that Linyuan saw in Tanggu that day.

They didn't know why they ran out of the soup valley and flew in the sky, not knowing what consequences such behavior had brought to the prehistoric creatures.

Xiao Shi, who is still not very proficient in flying, tried his best to chase after the figures of the nine brothers in front, "Brother, wait for me."

Xiaoer flapped his wings, and a ball of flame fell from the wings and fell to the ground. After falling to the ground, the fierce and terrifying flame burned everything around, and the flame did not intend to go out at all.

Da Jinwu glanced at the nine younger brothers, and said with a little conscience: "Let's go back after flying around, we can't stay outside for too long."

The other little Jinwu disagreed, "Brother, we just came out, let's play for a while, there are only hibiscus trees in Tanggu, and nothing else, so boring."

"No!" The elder brother firmly disagreed, for some unknown reason, he brought his younger brothers out of Tanggu out of nowhere. It was enough for the elder brother to panic. If anything happened, his father and Uncle Taiyi would reprimand him.

The other little golden crows nodded lazily, planning to fly around and return to Tanggu.

They didn't know that the prehistoric land had turned into scorched earth because of their appearance, and thousands of creatures were annihilated in an instant.

They are unaware of the dire consequences of their actions.

Kuafu, the great witch of the Wu Clan, looked at the ten little golden crows in the sky, gritted his teeth and chased after them.

If things continue like this, I'm afraid that all members of the witch clan with low cultivation base will die under the scorching sun.

But it's a pity that even if Kuafu is a great witch, he only has a little power in vain.

The witch clan only cultivates the body, not the primordial spirit, and the great witch is not the Twelve Ancestral Witch that was transformed from the turbid Qi of Pangu, and does not have the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth.

"Kuafu chased away with the sun; entered the sun; thirsty to drink; drank in the rivers and Weiss; the rivers and Weiss were insufficient; drank the Daze in the north. Did not arrive; Dao was thirsty and died. Abandoned the stick; turned into Deng Lin."

——"Shan Hai Jing Overseas Bei Jing"

When Kuafu died, the Wu clan was even more frightened.

The Twelve Ancestral Witch looked inexplicable, "Brother, do we want to make a move?"

Looking at the sun in the sky, Jumang frowned and said, "Wait a minute, the ten golden crows should return soon."

Inexplicable intuition stopped his thoughts.

Although the witch clan doesn't cultivate primordial spirits, their twelve ancestor witches are formed from turbid qi as the Great God of Pangu, and their strength is extraordinary, and they are even more accurate in warning of danger. situation.

As soon as Jumang opened his mouth, the other ancestral witches had no choice but to be patient even if they wanted to do something again.

In the prehistoric world, none of the many great powers made a move.

Even if they can't calculate the secret, looking at the situation in front of them, everyone knows that this is not normal. They have all lived from the first calamity to the present, and no one is an idiot.

Still self-preservation is more important.

And the current scene is so similar to the situation of the dragon, phoenix and unicorn clans back then.

The powerful men who thought of this looked at the sky above their heads, their expressions were slightly panicked, and they dared not make the slightest movement, for fear that they would also become victims of this catastrophe.

Although the Twelve Ancestral Witches are not going to make a move, it doesn't mean that no one in the Wu Clan will make a move.

Seeing his own people die under the scorching sun, Hou Yi gritted his teeth, feeling bitter.

Why do ten suns suddenly appear in the sky, and where do these ten suns come from!
Hou Yi didn't know about it all, and he didn't care about it, but he knew that this couldn't go on anymore, and he didn't want his people to die under this inexplicable catastrophe.

Hou Yi clenched the bow and arrow in his hand.

He is the number one sharpshooter of the Wu clan, born with great strength, but in the end he is not a fairy god, even if he wanted to shoot down all ten suns, he would not be able to do so.

But if he used the special bow and arrow made by the tribe, he would definitely be able to shoot down all ten suns and save his tribe.

Hou Yi strode away, took down the bow and arrow hanging in the Wu tribe for his safekeeping, aimed at the little Golden Crow above the sky, and shot the first arrow.

After getting the news, Zu Wu and others were about to rush to stop Houyi, but they were still a step late after all.

A golden arrow shot straight into the sky from bottom to top, with extremely sharp killing intent. Others only saw the flash of light and didn't understand what happened. above fell down.

Golden blood was sprinkled on the prehistoric land, and there was one less sun in the sky.

Seeing that he really shot down the Golden Crow, Hou Yi was overjoyed, and he raised his arrow and was about to shoot the second arrow.

The death of a little Golden Crow caused the other little Golden Crows to panic, their wings flapped violently, and balls of flames rushed down, tears fell from their eyes, and they cried out in fear: "Father! Father! Uncle Taiyi!" !"

In the heavenly court, Di Jun's heart ached, his brows were tightly frowned, and he took out Hetu Luoshu to divination the secret.

Calculating and recalculating, the secrets of the sky are still in chaos, and it is impossible to figure out what happened.

At this moment, Di Jun was obviously blinded by the secret, and his whole person seemed to be trapped in a fog.

And in this huge heaven, not a single demon knew what happened.

The catastrophe has begun, and all the thousands of creatures in this prehistoric world have already entered the game.

Jumang, who did not stop Hou Yi in time, flashed many emotions in his eyes, "Things are beyond our control."

At this point, everything is too late.

Even if they don't want to enter the game, they have to follow the direction set by the way of heaven.

Hou Yi shot one arrow after another, and one after another, little golden crows fell from the sky, and golden blood spilled all over the ground.

The shrill and frightening wailing resounded throughout the prehistoric world, but no one stopped it.

Lin Yuan looked at this scene, his deep eyes were calm, and he took a sip of wine lazily.

Her eyes seemed to have passed through countless torrents of time and space, seeing through the core of the world, full of careless indifference.

Daozu sat in the palace of Zixiao Palace in the depths of chaos 33 days away, watching this scene that happened in the prehistoric, his eyes containing three thousand Taoism were all indifferent, like a chess player, who dropped a piece lightly and didn't care What a changing world has become.

Linyuan's clear and indifferent voice sounded: "Under the saint, everyone is an ant."

In the game laid down by the Dao of Heaven, no one can avoid this cause and effect except the saint, and no one can stay out of it.

Just like the demon emperor Jun who controlled the heaven, at this moment, he was completely blinded by the secrets of heaven, as if he had lost his eyes and couldn't see the scene in front of him.

Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are dogs.

The Dao of Heaven doesn't care how many people die, and who dies. It will only do what it thinks is correct and beneficial to the development of the world. The Lich Tribulation has been under the layout of heaven and earth since a long time ago.

When Hou Yi shot the last tenth arrow, there was only the last little Golden Crow left in the sky, which was Xiao Shi who was held by Lin Yuan.

Xiao Ten's wings trembled, his golden eyes were filled with tears, and he watched his brothers being shot through by the golden arrow one by one, and fell from the sky with a wail.

It wants to protect its elder brother, wants to stand in front of his elder brother, but is protected by all the elder brothers.

The golden blood stained the prehistoric land, and also drenched Xiao Ten's soul.

It cried in a low voice, its voice was small and terrified, full of fear and sadness at a loss, it didn't know what happened, it just went out to play with its brothers, why did it become like this, why would bad people want to hurt them ?

Xiao Ten felt the killing intent shrouded in his heart, and locked on to it completely. It wanted to leave, to avoid the golden arrow, but there was no way at all.

The little Golden Crow wailed, and shouted in a low voice: "Father! Woohoo, Father! Uncle Taiyi!"

Grief is terribly frightening.

Some people couldn't bear to turn their heads, but no one made a move, and they didn't dare to make a move.

Under the catastrophe of heaven and earth, any creature may become the target of heaven, how dare they make a move.

The last arrow shot out, and the golden arrow seemed to pierce through everything, heading towards the last little Golden Crow with a cold and terrifying killing intent.

"court death!"

At this last moment, the secret of chaos finally dissipated, and Di Jun, who had figured out what happened, immediately spit out a mouthful of blood, his golden eyes were stained red, and the terrifying killing intent fluctuated violently around his body.

Hetu Luoshu flew backwards towards the golden arrow with thunderous fury, and the arrow that was about to touch the little Golden Crow was shattered into light spots by Hetu Luoshu.

Under the impact of these two forces, the little Golden Crow suddenly fell from the sky.

Lin Yuan, who was watching coldly in Zixiao Palace, stretched out his fingertips, dark purple flashed across his eyes, invisible divine power fluctuated out, and the little Golden Crow, who had already been knocked unconscious by the violent impact, came into Lin Yuan's palm.

Hongjun's eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't speak.

And above the heavenly court, Di Jun, who finally knew what happened, completely lost all reason.

Under his own care, the child he cared for, who was supposed to grow up in Tanggu, died in the hands of the ants of the Wu Clan!
The golden blood was sprinkled all over the prehistoric land, and it is still shining brightly. Every time Di Jun looked at it, he felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Under the strong anger and grief, another mouthful of blood was spit out.

The demon emperor Jun, whose rationality was on the verge of collapse, didn't want to care about anything anymore, and didn't want to think about anything wrong. He only had one thought, and that was to kill these witches who dared to touch his children!

Not one left!
He wants to use the blood of all the witches to pay homage to his dead child, only in this way can he calm the anger in his heart.

"All the demons obey the order. In the name of my demon emperor Jun, from this moment on, the demon clan and the witch clan will fight, undead and endless!"

All the monster clan heard Di Jun's words, and the group of monsters lined up, all their murderous intentions were aimed at the witch clan.

With Hetu Luoshu in hand, the Zhoutian star battle array was activated under the demon power of the demon emperor, and the terrifying and strong killing intent locked every witch clan in the prehistoric land.

Hou Yi, who shot the sun, was even more frightened and trembling.

Only after he regained his sanity did he realize what a terrible thing he had done.

Complexity flashed across Jumang's eyes, and he finally restrained all his emotions.

"war!"

By now, any explanation, any reason no longer matters.

The enmity between liches is afraid that only if one party dies and disappears forever, will it stop.

True immortality, endless!
　The background of the prehistoric development probably came from the Internet. I chose the Lich Wars to write in detail, and then added my own random fabrications. Don't be too particular.

　　
　
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