Honghuang: I am the Styx, even if I am killed, I will not bleed into the sea

This shows that their emperor has already killed two powerful enemies.

The victory of this war must belong to their monster clan.

But it didn't take long for them to be happy.

Between the heaven and the earth, the rain of blood floated again, and the mourning sound of the heaven and earth reappeared.

This time, the faces of the creatures who have been reduced to the monster race are ugly.

Because, they had a hunch.

Di Jun, one of the two great heavenly emperors in his family, had his flame of life extinguished.

In chaos!

After the fall of Gong Gong and Zhu Rong.

The rest of the ancestor witches were sad, but they didn't show much sadness.

That's not to say they weren't emotionally attached.

Quite the opposite.

The Twelve Patriarchal Witches have advanced and retreated together since they were conceived, as close as one person.

Now the siblings died tragically.

How they are not sad, how not sad.

However, the Wu clan is a race that fights against heaven and earth.

Death in battle is their best destination and their greatest glory.

In fact, when the battle is halfway through.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches seem to be ready to die at any moment.

Now brothers and sisters fight to the death.

What's the use of being sad?

It would be better to leave the useful body for the final battle.

Their deaths will not be in vain, and the balance of victory will eventually belong to the Wu Clan.

This is their belief that has never wavered.

Even if it is boiled, they can also boil the two heavenly emperors to death.

Then, Dijiang dragged Donghuang Taiyi back, and the other nine ancestor witches made their last efforts to attack Dijun together.

Under the strength of the Nine Great Ancestral Witches.

Di Jun was overwhelmed by the fight, and finally died in the chaos.

Therefore, this is the scene of Hong Huang's previous lich dialogue.

The line of sight returned to the Lich Battlefield in the prehistoric world again.

The members of the demon court who were about to laugh wildly, felt that the balance of victory was already waving to the demon clan.

After feeling the fall of one of his great emperors, his face was covered with frost, like a dead child.

No matter how ugly his face is.

At this point, a glimmer of hope emerged from the despair of the Witch Clan.

They know it.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, earth-shattering existences, how could they be defeated.

Even though two ancestral witches fell, how could the opposite emperor be safe.

Now, it is learned that Dijun has fallen.

Although they felt great pain in their hearts, they felt that the balance of victory had already tilted to the Wu Clan's side.

Chapter 158 The Lich's Swing

Then, the morale of both sides changed immediately.

One moment, the witch clan fell into boundless despair, and the next moment, they were reduced to the monster clan and experienced the same feeling.

The Wu clan exchanged two ancestral witches for a great emperor.

Can the remaining Eastern Emperor block the joint attack of the other ten great ancestor witches?

Sadness welled up in Yaozu's heart.

I can't help but worry about my own emperor.

But in the end, it completely turned into a touch of firmness.

As long as one's own side gains an advantage, it will definitely bring a turning point to the Heavenly Emperor's side.

It has an invincible posture, and two of the twelve ancestor witches were killed.

Now there are only ten statues left, so there is no reason for him to be defeated.

Yaozu is cheering for himself.

When people are in despair, they will inevitably find various reasons to give themselves a hope.

Only in this way can they feel the meaning of life.

Obviously, Yaozu is now in such a situation.

Although the Wu clan felt that the victory must belong to them in the end.

But the fall of any ancestor witch is an unbearable pain for the witch clan.

They felt that Di Jun's fall cost the lives of the two great ancestor witches.

If the Eastern Emperor dies again, how many ancestral witches will he take away?

Thinking of this situation, they also broke out in a desperate fight.

They want to create an advantage for the top ten ancestor witches.

They can no longer let the Dinghaishenzhen of the Wu Clan fall.

All of a sudden, the Lich clan launched a more intense life-and-death struggle.

In this battle, they will fight for their beliefs.

pity.

The battle situation in the chaos is somewhat different from what they imagined.

There is not a big deviation between the imagination of the two Liches and the facts.

The fall of Gong Gong and Zhu Rong was not due to being killed, but due to exhaustion and an overload explosion.

In chaos!

The waves of the chaotic sea kept rising and falling.

Fight till now.

Whether it is the Ten Great Ancestral Witches or the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, they seem to have lost their fighting power.

At this moment, they find it difficult to even move.

The boundless chaotic mist eroded their minds and wiped out the few vitality in them.

The dignified pinnacle quasi-sage and power, the highest and strongest in the world, fighting to such an extent, how can it be described as tragic.

The two sides, life and death, are now only tens of feet apart, but the chaotic zone between them is like a moat.

"I never thought that this emperor, the majestic Lord of the Nine Heavens, would end up in such a fate."

The Eastern Emperor collapsed on the ground, and in his words, the hatred of regarding the Wu Clan as the enemy of life and death was gone.

By now.

Winning or losing, winning or losing, grievances, all of these are not important.

Because the two sides have fought so far, they have lost the possibility of surviving.

What greeted them was the fate of being annihilated by chaos.

They are too weak, so weak that even the chaotic and harsh environment may end the lives of both parties at any time.

in the face of death.

It is meaningless to care about all the hatred.

Di Jun coughed up blood.

He looked directly at Donghuang.

"This battle, after all, my witch clan won."

"At this point, does winning or losing matter?"

Donghuang Taiyi asked back.

This peerless figure who once dominated the world no longer had the domineering aura he had before.

On the contrary, when he was dying, he saw everything as if he had an epiphany.

"That's natural!"

Gou Mang coughed up blood and laughed.

"My witch clan was born in the body of Godfather Pangu, and what I inherit is the will of Godfather. We can die in our life, but we must never be defeated."

These words were sonorous and forceful, but they also exhausted all his energy.

Between the heavens and the earth, blood rained down, and another supreme power fell, and the whole world was in an uproar.

No one thought of it.

The Wu clan is so staunch.

Don't admit defeat even if you die.

Even if you die, you have to win or lose.

In the chaos, the conversation continued.

Donghuang Taiyi did not argue with him.

At this time, what's the point of winning the debate, but a sense of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"I knew this earlier, if you didn't compete with this emperor for the power of heaven and earth, why would you end up like this?"

"Donghuang, there are no ifs in the world, my witch family stands upright, and I never regret what I do."

"When I come to this world, I should leave something in it."

"If there is only if in life, then there is no difference between living and dying. On the contrary, as long as you look up to your heart and bow to the ground, we will not be in this world for nothing."

"As the Lord of the Nine Heavens, you can't even see through this."

"If you can always insist on your own morality, even if you are defeated by us, we will regard you as a respectable opponent, but with your attitude, I really despise you from the bottom of my heart."

It was She Bishi who spoke.

When the Eastern Emperor Taiyi heard the words, his eyes were dim.

No words.

It's not speculative to talk more than half a step.

He and these ancestral witches really have nothing in common.

It's a lifetime of reminiscence.

Conquering the South and the North, strategizing, and running all the agencies, it ended up like this in the end.

Regret?

Naturally there is not.

Resent it?

Also does not exist.