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The others listened, and Qiqi looked at the sky.

Sure enough, due to his gaze, there were only six suns left in the originally neat ten suns.

"who is it?"

While the monks were pleasantly surprised, they were even more shocked.

"Who is it? Who dares to attack the Golden Crow?"

That's the prince of the demon clan!

In the prehistoric world, who has such courage?

While everyone was shocked, another arrow shot, and the fifth sun fell.

This time, they all saw clearly.

That Golden Crow Sun was actually shot down by someone.

"Who is shooting the sun?"

A doubt appeared in everyone's mind.

For now, no one knows the answer.

On the top of the mountain, Hou Yi took the bow and drew the arrows, aiming at four of the remaining five Golden Crows, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light flickered.

shhhhhhhh!

A series of four bursting sounds came out, and in an instant, four of the five golden crows were shot down in the sky, leaving only the last one.

"Ok?"

Nine Golden Crows fell, the Five Elements Interaction was completed, the firepower returned, and the remaining Golden Crow regained consciousness immediately.

As soon as Fang regained consciousness, he immediately felt that something was wrong, his heart was filled with ominousness, and a chilling feeling came from his heart.

Ten Golden Crows, the smallest Golden Crow, looked at Hou Yi with an ominous premonition.

At this time, Hou Yi had already placed the last black arrow on the ice bow, aiming at the Ten Golden Crow.

Ten Jinwu panicked, he could feel that under this arrow, he felt that there was no possibility of surviving.

Shouting in grief: "Father, mother, uncle...save me!"

when~

An angry bell echoed in the world, and the entire prehistoric world was frozen in the sound of the bell.

In the distant mountain, Duobao stretched out his hand, and in the sky, nine sparks flew towards him, fell into his palm, and was caught by him.

"Tai Yi is here, I can't afford to provoke, I can't afford to provoke, slip away, slip away."

After completing his goal, Duobao didn't dare to stay any longer, let alone face to face with Taiyi. With a flash of his figure, he returned to Kunlun.

Before leaving, an extremely angry roar came: "Houyi, how brave!"

In Kunlun, Duobao patted his chest with lingering fear: "Is that Taiyi?"

"Sure enough, it's so strong. When the bell rang, the prehistoric world was silenced."

"Houyi is locked down."

"It's okay, it's okay, I still have some means to escape, otherwise, I'll be cold too."

Duobao was a little thankful, but then he was a little confused: "However, why does Taiyi's voice sound familiar?"

"It feels like I heard it there?"

"I know him?"

"Impossible." Duobao shook his head, "How could I possibly know such a big shot, who I don't go out at all, and who doesn't go anywhere at all."

"However, Hou Yi..."

Thinking about it, he was a little worried.

He ran away, but what about Houyi?

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches should be able to save him."

"After all, he is a witch clan, and he is on the ground. Once Tai makes a move, the Twelve Ancestral Witches will definitely not let it go. It should... not die, right?"

Duobao was a little uncertain: "I shouldn't be able to die. After all, there is a legend about Chang'e flying to the moon...it should be fine."

Although he was a little worried about Houyi, Duobao was powerless.

He was also unable to save Hou Yi, so he could only pray that he was fine.

.......

"Taiyi!"

Hou Yi looked at Tai Yi, and a icy breath came from the ice bow and black arrow, allowing him to regain his mobility. The last arrow shifted its target and met Tai Yi.

"Hou Yi, you are so brave, you dare to kill my nephew, take your life."

Tai Yi looked at the lonely Xiao Shi and was extremely angry.

Originally, he had ten nephews, but now there is only one left.

The anger burned away his rationality, so that he had no intention of talking nonsense at all. When he shook the Chaos Clock, a mountain-like force fell towards Houyi.

call out!

Hou Yi pulled the ice bow to the limit, let go of his fingers, and the mysterious arrow flew out, breaking through the power of the Chaos Clock, and flew straight to Tai Yi.

Taiyi's long hair fluttered, and he was furious. Seeing that Hou Yi was fine, he was able to attack him instead.

Shaking the Chaos Clock again and again, one after another bells sounded and fell towards the Xuanjian.

The Xuan Arrow flew straight, piercing through the power of bell after bell, and arrived in front of Tai Yi in the blink of an eye.

Tai Yi was surprised, he didn't expect this arrow to be so powerful.

Take your time and slap the Chaos Clock hard.

Accompanied by a dull and heavy bell, Xuan Jian stopped in front of Tai Yi.

Click!

The mysterious arrow shattered and turned into powder and dissipated.

"Hou Yi is dead!"

Tai Yi's eyes were red, and he was about to strike again.

"Taiyi, why did you hurt my witch clan!"

At this time, the twelve divine senses came through the sky and locked Tai Yi.

Tai Yi was even more angry, and said sadly: "You Wu clan killed my nine nephews, shouldn't he deserve to die?"

At this time, in the Pangu Palace, with the help of the eleven ancestor witches, Houtu had regained some consciousness, but he was still unable to move.

Houtu: "Ten days to survey the sky and repair the world, this is the destiny."

"The five elements are interdependent, and the five elements are mutually restraining... The death of the Nine Golden Crow is exactly the cause and effect that you waited for before."

"Taiyi, you should be able to figure this out."

"The nine Golden Crows did not die at the hands of my Wu Clan, but at the hands of you and others."

Tai Yi's body trembled, and with such a powerful body, he couldn't hold the Chaos Clock firmly.

Houtu's words hit his heart.

After discovering that the nine Golden Crows had died, Tai Yi already understood the real cause and effect of their deaths.

The root cause is that they were sunbathing all over the world before, which hurt the water cycle.

It can be said that what Houtu said was correct, the nine Golden Crows died because of them.

It is precisely because he understands this that he is so angry. Under the surface of extreme anger, there is endless sadness, remorse, and self-blame.

"Besides, Jinwu of your Yao clan also killed my Kuafu of the Wu clan, so Hou Yi avenged his friend, it should be done."

"Which is right and which is wrong, don't you, Tai Yi, still not understand?"

Tai Yi's eyes were red, and he said sadly, "Could it be that my son died in vain?"

Houtu refused to give an inch: "Could it be that Kuafu, the great witch of the Wu clan, died in vain?"

"When something like this happens, you and I are both responsible."

"They both paid the price."

"This is the end of the matter."

"If you still want to act forcefully, then my witch clan is not easy to bully."

"Houtu, Wu Clan..." Hearing this, Tai Yi laughed sadly: "Good, good, such a Wu Clan, such a Houtu."

After saying that, he took one last deep look at Hou Yi, and then, taking the remaining ten Golden Crows, he turned back to the Heavenly Court.

The later dialect is all about this, if he really wants to force his hands, it may cause a war of liches.

But he was not willing to let it go.

"Write this matter down, and in the future, I will fight to the death and end all karma!"

Chapter 123 The Nine Kunlun Brothers

Kunlun Mountain, in the Kunlun Manor, a few little guys in golden clothes, about two or three years old, are squatting together...playing with fire.

Counting carefully, there are a total of nine little guys, forming a circle, each stretched out a small hand, and a crimson flame spewed out from the palm, gathered together, and fused into a crimson flame.

"Second brother, is what the elder brother said true?"

They have been doing this for a long time, a little boy with a round face carefully glanced at Duobao's direction and asked.

The one who was replaced as the second brother was also young, but his cheeks were a little thinner in comparison, and there was a flame imprint between his eyebrows, which was lifelike.

"Who knows... my father and uncle never said that we can play like this before."

The little guy who spoke frowned tightly, and was also very puzzled.

They were the nine Golden Crows shot down by Houyi. Because of Duobao's hands and feet, they left a bit of life behind them, and after being resurrected, they became like this.

"Xiao Er, Xiao Jiu, what are you talking about?"

Jin Ling came over, squatted beside the nine of them, and asked like a big sister: "Brother, how is your cultivation going?"

Hearing this, the nine little faces were all wrinkled, and Qi Qi looked at Jin Ling: "Master, is there really Jiuchong Zhenhuo?"

Xiao Er was suspicious.

Although their bodies became smaller after being resurrected, they did not lose their previous memories.

Moreover, their cultivation has not decreased.

As the princes of the monster clan, they are still very knowledgeable and know a lot.

But they have never heard of the Nine Layers True Fire.

Moreover, what makes them feel fake even more is that there are nine layers of real fire in total, and one layer is stronger than the other.

The real sun fire attached to them can't even meet the standard of the first real fire.

According to Duobao, they need to integrate their thoughts into their own real sun fire, turn the real sun fire into their own fire, and then compress and condense it.

Like a pagoda, it is superimposed little by little.

This is very fantasy!

It is completely incomprehensible, and it is far beyond their previous understanding.

Xiao Wu asked: "Big sister, isn't the real fire of the sun the strongest real fire in the prehistoric world?"

"Why, among the standards of the nine real fires, can't even reach the lowest level of real fire?"

Jin Ling's big eyes are bright, she really knows about this matter.

"Cough cough."