Prehistoric: Human race at the beginning, stable for 100,000 years

Ten years later, the human army marched straight into the Heavenly Palace from Dongtian Gate. In just three days, the human army cut down all the way from Dongtian Gate to the Thirty-third Heavenly Sun Temple. All the remaining garrison troops from the demon clan were either dead or surrendered.

The human race can be said to have occupied heaven without any hindrance.

At this time, Chang'e also came to complete her mission and occupy Taiyin!

It can be said that there is no obstacle for Chang'e to enter the Taiyin Star, because her true spiritual essence is the former Chang Xi. Returning to the Taiyin Star is like returning to her own home.

The overall structure of the Lunar Star is the same as that of the Sun Star, except that the spiritual roots growing on it are laurel trees.

Before Chang'e did anything, the laurel tree recognized her as its master. It can be said that our Chang'e is the most lucky child in the ancient world, and she has won all the way until now.

Ji Heng, on the other hand, came to the Sun Star and sat in front of the hibiscus tree...

"Senior, you should know my purpose here." Ji Heng asked with a smile.

[I know, but...this is the home of the two children, Di Jun and Tai Yi]

"Let me tell you clearly, senior, you should know who made the Ten Golden Crows Fall into the Wilderness. It doesn't matter if you don't know. I know very well that the two of them are Western Saints from the Wilderness, specifically to plot against the demon clan.

The strength of the demon clan is a big threat, and more than that, if the lichs are all there and everyone gathers together, they will not be able to preach or go further, so they must promote the lich catastrophe. "

After a period of silence, Fusang said: [...What does Fellow Taoist want to say? 】

"I can make you a promise!" Ji Heng stared at the fusang tree and opened his mouth. No one knew what he said, but in the next moment, the Lord of the Sun became Ji Heng.

[Fellow Taoist must keep your word. 】

"Of course." Ji Heng said with a smile: "I promised my senior, and I will naturally do it."

...At this time, Buzhou Mountain.

There are already five saints staying here, the Three Pure Ones and the Two Western Saints. I am neither sad nor happy. Tongtian lowers his head and sighs, and Yuanshi looks a little happy.

As for the two saints from the West, Jie Yin looked miserable, while Zhunti's mouth was about to burst from laughter.

Their eyes fell on the lich battlefield. Every second, countless lives were lost... This battlefield already covered two-thirds of the ancient wilderness. Except for the west, every place was a lich battlefield. .

Buzhou Mountain, this is a high-end bureau.

The lichs were already furious at this time, and Xihe looked like a madman, and the majestic queen was actually like this... Of course, this is understandable, after all, eight of her children died, all of them died in the witch clan hands.

I wonder what mother wouldn’t do this!

"Twelve Ancestral Witches! You! Die!" Xihe's eyes were about to burst, and he rushed out a million light years and hugged Xuan Ming. Near Xuan Ming, there were two great witches, and Ju Mang.

She is creating an opportunity, an opportunity that prevents the witch clan from using the grand formation. If neither the lich nor the witch clan uses the grand formation, then the demon clan has an advantage. Besides, she really wants these ancestral witches to die. !

"Xihe!" Di Jun's eyes widened, his heart filled with grief, and tears of blood flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Sister Xuanming!" The ancestral witches also shouted, their eyes full of horror.

They didn't know what was going to happen next, they would explode their souls and bodies!

boom!

The sound of a violent explosion shook the whole continent. The sound was deafening, and the power of the explosion actually made Mount Buzhou tremble.

The self-destruction of the top quasi-sage is just like this. Compared with the original self-destruction of the ancestor of the Ziyi clan, it is countless times stronger...

Xihe died, and his true spirit completely dissipated. Xuan Ming and Ju Mang, who were closest to her, died directly from the self-destruction. The two great witches had no chance of survival.

The self-destruction of the top powerful soul is more realistic than the witch-slaying sword.

"Second brother! Take the sword!" Di Jun shouted, his eyes full of scarlet: "Di Jiang, fight to the death!!"

Taiyi took over the witch-slaying sword, which was stained with the blood of the ancestral witches.

Taiyi looked at Zhu Rong with cold eyes: "I said, you twelve ancestral witches will die!"

In an instant, Taiyi held the witch-slaying sword and every move he made looked... so much like Ji Heng.

The aftermath of the battle between the two swept across countless light-years, and the entire Mount Buzhou area was affected by a powerful force, causing the earth to shake.

Taiyi, who completely understands the real fire, how could Zhu Rong be his opponent, especially since Taiyi still holds the witch-slaying sword in his hand.

In just thirty rounds, Tai Yi jumped up high, holding the witch-slaying sword and pointing downwards towards Zhu Rong.

At this moment, Taiyi seems to be the Tao itself. This sword, space, time, fate and cause and effect all do not exist. This is Ji Heng's sword of heaven and earth. At this moment, BGM seems to be ringing...

boom!

Taiyi's sword directly penetrated Zhu Rong's heart, and the sword's stamina could directly chop up all the surrounding trillions of light-years into pieces! Countless monsters and witches all died tragically on the spot!

The foot of Buzhou Mountain has become a chaotic void! Taiyi’s sword! Shattered the wilderness.

Of course, the Great Desolate cannot be broken. The continents in other places are all converging here, and the broken Great Desolate floats above the void, under the heaven, and surrounds Buzhou Mountain.

Zhunti on Buzhou Mountain was even more stunned at this moment. This Taiyi...isn't he really a saint? Why do we feel like saints like us are a little... inferior?

"Hahahaha!" Di Jun laughed and said, "Di Jiang! Die for me!"

"Di Jun! You must die!"

The two of them just yelled fiercely, but... they really didn't reach the point of death. Di Jiang's ancestor Wuzhen's body was covered with blood marks, and Di Jun's body was covered with scars torn apart by space.

After killing Zhu Rong, Taiyi fought with Qiang Liang again. The sword just now consumed Taiyi very much. This sword directly cleared the battlefield. In this area, there were only powerful people like them who were quasi-saints and above. Survived.

Fuxi was still confronting Zhu Jiuyin. The two of them seemed to be fighting in a turn-based manner at this moment. One move for you, another for me, and they were not close to each other, they were attacking each other across the endless void.

‘Heng, everything depends on your arrangement. ’ Fuxi looked towards the heaven, then chuckled, and the Qimen Dunjia in his hand became even more powerful.

"Fellow Taoist Fuxi, have you seen everything?"

"Friend Zhu Jiuyin, a poor Taoist, has already known his destiny."

"Not changed?"

"I won't change it. This is best."

All the powerful men were busy fighting their own battles. Taiyi once again fell into a four-on-one situation. Fuxi was still fighting back and forth with Zhu Jiuyin. Dijun singled out Dijiang. In the battle between the two emperors, Kunpeng and Gonggong had their own battles. Back and forth, the other ancestral witches were also dragged by the eight demon saints.

After the battle until now, there is absolutely no possibility for the two clans to set up an array... After all, two of the twelve ancestral witches have died, leaving ten ancestral witches free, and the twelve capital gods and evil formations cannot be set up.