Prehistoric: Blood Lord Styx, starting with 100,000 Pangu blood

The Tai One Chaos Clock rang.

The Chaos Clock suppresses time and space, and the Nissin Wheel continuously releases the true fire of the sun.

Dozens of great witches, and countless members of the witch clan, were all roasted and turned into dry bones in an instant.

The gods and gods in the twelve capitals are in the formation.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches manipulated the formation, but their faces were extremely solemn, and they were discussing countermeasures.

"Brother, I didn't expect the Yaozu to have such a large formation, what should we do?"

In Zhu Jiuyin's eyes, time was passing by, and he had no way to break the situation.

The strength of the monster clan is much stronger than that of the witch clan.

"If this continues, we'll be fine, and Erlang of the Wu Clan will be wiped out by the regiment."

Houtu said worriedly.

The Zhoutian Star Dou formation of the Yaozu covers all the army of the Yaozu.

As for the great formation of the gods and gods in the twelve capitals, it can only be activated by the twelve ancestral witches to exert its powerful strength.

"Hold on, don't let the big formation stop at this time, otherwise all the efforts will be in vain."

Di Jiang looked at the other ancestral witches and said earnestly.

After a burst of encouragement.

The evil spirit was aroused crazily, and the strength of the Pangu giant was even stronger.

"Kill the demon clan, sons, kill."

Di Jiang cheered for everyone of the Wu clan.

The war is very stalemate, the monster clan is advancing indomitably, and the witch clan is gradually at a disadvantage.

In the face of strong strength, everything is a paper tiger.

Buzhou Peak.

Chongzu Wu fought tenaciously with the Wu Clan.

The stump was broken, and the blood flowed like a river.

Not at the foot of the mountain.

The witch tribe was even more appalling.

Kunpeng and other big monsters didn't show any mercy.

There are not many elites of the witch clan left in the lair, only a few dozen great witches, and hundreds of big Luo Jinxian's witch clan.

Kunpeng and other four quasi-sages, as well as a thousand Daluo Jinxian, are powerful enough to crush the Wu clan.

The supernatural power suddenly appeared, and Kunpeng and others shot instantly.

In the Wu tribe, blood flowed like rivers.

No matter how high or low the cultivation base is, they will all be killed.

"All the monsters will obey the order, kill the witch clan, cut off their heads, and cast them into a mountain of bones."

"Take the body of the witch and eat it as blood."

"The witch clan has eaten countless demon clan sons, we must not be lenient."

After finishing speaking, Kunpeng went to kill Xing Tian and other great witches.

Xing Tian and other great witches also formed a magic circle, barely resisting Kunpeng and others.

"Xing Tian, ​​go to the top of Buzhou Mountain and tell Emperor Jiang Zuwu that the monster clan is attacking the Wu clan tribe."

"Other great witches, follow me to meet the enemy."

Chi You looked at Xing Tian, ​​and said.

Today, only the Twelve Ancestral Witches return to the defense tribe.

Only the countless sons of the witch clan can be saved from the persecution of the monster clan.

Seeing this, Xing Tian gritted his teeth and ran towards the top of Buzhou Mountain.

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Chapter 142 Xing Tian, ​​the masterpiece of Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun

Witch tribe.

Chi You and other great witches barely resisted the attack of Kunpeng and others.

Xing Tian waved his relatives and held a square shield, and charged towards the top of Buzhou Mountain.

Kunpeng sent more than a dozen big demons of Daluo Jinxian to kill Xingtian.

"Xing Tian, ​​die!"

Many big monsters, using their supernatural powers, kept hitting Xing Tian.

Xing Tian vomited blood and was covered with scars, but his bravery remained undiminished.

"Monster clan villain, I Xingtian will make you pay in blood."

Xing Tian burst into tears of blood and was deeply saddened.

Countless members of the witch clan have been murdered.

He had to bring this news to Emperor Jiang Zuwu.

Xing Tian retreated while beating, and ran towards the top of Buzhou Mountain.

More than a dozen big monsters chased after him.

With a flash of light from Xing Tian's axe, the body of a big monster exploded, leaving only the sluggish primordial spirit.

Just this moment.