It's not easy to be the emperor of the prehistoric

Just when the Lich and Demon Clans began to prepare, a chilling aura filled the prehistoric land, alarming countless strong men in the world.

In Zixiao Palace, Luo Hu's figure was weaker than before, as if he would dissipate at any moment. He was leaning on the lotus pedestal, without the arrogance and enchantment of the past. A sense of weakness.

"Are you going to start!"

Sensing the murderous intent in the world, Luo Hu squinted his eyes, feeling a little joy in his heart. After waiting for so long, it was finally about to start.

Some small movements, as if he didn't see it, no one could see what was going on in his mind.

In other places, such as Nuwa Palace, Lingshan and Sanqing Taoist Palace, those who have been sanctified have different reactions, but the only thing in common is that no one has the idea of ​​​​blocking it, even if it is Nuwa from the demon clan, they just Watching quietly, waiting for something to happen.

The heaven and the earth are not benevolent, they treat everything as a straw dog, and the same is true for the saints. These high-ranking saints never care about how many people will be killed or injured in this war. The only thing they care about is how much they can gain in such a war.

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Just when the gods and Buddhas in the sky restrained their disciples, the fateful war between the two clans of liches finally started. All the eleven ancestor witches of the witch clan were present, and Chi You, who had just been forcibly promoted by them, gathered together the twelve ancestor witches. After the big formation, they attacked the heaven mightily.

Lin Nan brought some strong men of the human race, and followed them in the army of the Wu clan. Although there were not many people, the Wu clan did not have any complaints, because these people were all high-end fighters in the human race. Although there are not many people who can really be put in the eyes, no matter how many of those weak miscellaneous fish come, they will not have any effect on the battle situation.

In front of the Wu Clan army, stood the Monster Clan army headed by Dijun Taiyi, a white-clothed Taiyi stood in front of the hundreds of millions of Monster Clan army, his jade-like face was full of self-confidence and arrogance that looked down on the world. Protecting his whole body, he exuded bursts of coercion, making people afraid to look directly at him, and no one noticed the slight fluctuation in his eyes when he glanced at Lin Nan under his indifferent and arrogant appearance.

"Di Jun, this decisive battle between the two clans of liches is destined to be won!"

Looking directly at the domineering Di Jun in yellow robes, Di Jiang's eyes were deep and his demeanor was serious. He stood in front of many Wu clan troops, and his voice resounded throughout the battlefield.

"Di Jiang, today's winner must be my Yaozu!"

Suspended in the air, Di Jun's voice was full of confidence, and the aura of the king of the monster clan spread out, bringing strong faith to all the monster clan.

"Di Jun, today I will let you wait for the monster clan to try my Wu clan's Twelve Capital Heaven formation!"

With a cold look, Di Jiang didn't argue with Di Jun, the Wu Clan never had an advantage in this aspect, he waved his hand, and the other Zu Wu plus Chi You lined up, and the Twelve Capitals formed a large formation. In this doomed to be tragic battle, it was used at the beginning.

Following the rising momentum of the Twelve Daoes, a terrifying figure that seemed to have existed since the Primordial Age suddenly rose in the sky. That figure was holding the Heaven-Opening God Axe in its hand, exuding a terrifying and terrifying aura. Pangu God.

"Good come!"

With a loud laugh, Di Jun also returned to his position instantly. Under the command of the demon master Kunpeng, the momentum of all the monster clans was linked together, and the Zhoutian Star Dou formation, which the monster clan relied on to counter the witch clan, also unfolded accordingly.

The light that seemed to never fall in the heaven suddenly went dark, and 72 shining stars slowly appeared in the sky above all the monster races, slowly revolving according to a mysterious aura, and Pangu in the sky above the witch race The phantom formed a sharp confrontation.

Without any excessive words, the hatred between the Lich and the Witch clan has already accumulated deeper and deeper. Now, unless one side is completely defeated, there is no possibility of stopping at all. The collision, the duel between the two behemoths, produced a shock wave that turned the world into a mess. With just one blow, countless people from the Lich and Demon clans died in this collision.

But no one stopped, whether it was Emperor Jun of the Monster Clan or Di Jiang of the Witch Clan, even if their hearts were bleeding, it was impossible to stop at this time. Wars are always sacrifices, and the mana in the body is running to the extreme. There was even a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, obviously he had used all his strength. The two clans of liches had been fighting for many years, and they knew each other's strength very well.

The two clans didn't test each other any more, and the idea of ​​increasing their strength was a trick. Seeing the phantom of Pangu in the sky above the witch clan, under the desperate efforts of all the ancestor witches, it became a little more solid. At the end, Di Jun gritted his teeth, and like other members of the Monster Race, the mana in his body frantically poured into the Zhou Tian Xing Dou formation in the sky above.

The huge Pangu phantom, holding the god-opening axe in its hand, slowly slashed on the huge star grinding disc, and there was an earth-shattering rumbling sound, like fireworks. At the very center of the battle, a There was a bright light, that light seemed beautiful, but where it passed, countless liches were all annihilated in powder and ashes, and the terrifying aftermath spread far away, and everything it passed was turned into fly ash.

When the bright light disappeared, everyone could see the scene clearly. With this blow alone, the Wu Clan lost tens of millions of clansmen, and the Yao Clan lost hundreds of millions of clansmen. However, in comparison The number of Yaozu is countless times greater than that of the Wuzu, so after this calculation, there is no distinction between top and bottom, and both sides will lose.

This is only the bottom-level combat power. Under the top-level combat power, the demon emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, and the eleven ancestor witches and Chi You who formed the big formation all suffered injuries to varying degrees, especially Chi You, who himself The combat strength is not as good as the eleven ancestor witches, and the injuries are naturally heavier.

Both sides stared at each other with blood-red eyes. Even Tai Yi, who has always been gentle, had a serious face, and murderous intent continued to pervade. As if agreed, the people of the witch clan and the monster clan rushed towards him tacitly. As if two torrents had collided with each other, scarlet blood instantly spilled into the sky. Countless monster and witch clan stood together, and the battle was not much worse than the tragedy of the human race.

Lin Nan led a group of clan elites to fight with the monster clan, and at the same time, he kept looking at Taiyi who was being besieged by several ancestral witches. The emperor who made the decision, on the contrary, Tai Yi made Lin Nan hate him even more.

Di Jiang led Zhu Jiuyin and several younger brothers to besiege Di Jun who was holding the Hetu Luoshu, while Tai Yi on the other side was besieged by Gong Gong Zhu Rong and others, and next to him was Xi He. People blocked Xuanming and Qiangliang. Similarly, the demon master Kunpeng, one of the strongest of the demon clan, also fought with another ancestor witch.

Everyone is a powerful person, the witch race is superior in numbers, and the monster race has more treasures to protect them. The two sides have been fighting for countless millions of years, and they are very familiar with each other's routines. Difficult to tell the winner.

This battle lasted for more than ten days. Of course, in the eyes of Hong Huang Da Neng, this was just a blink of an eye. Human energy is at its limit.

Although Xi He is one of the strongest in the prehistoric world, it took her a lot of cultivation to have ten Golden Crows, and the death of nine Golden Crows also brought a huge mental shock to her. Originally, Di Jun was unwilling to let her go On the battlefield, but she was determined to do so, to avenge the nine little golden crows, and Di Jun persuaded her not to stop. Now, after repeated fights, her already weak body finally couldn't hold on anymore.

Zu Wu, who had been fighting her for a long time, was not easy to deal with. Seeing such a scene, he immediately seized the opportunity and inflicted severe injuries on Xi He, spitting blood from his mouth. He turned his head and looked around, and saw a piece of residual skeleton everywhere. Most of the hundreds of millions of monsters had already been killed or injured, and they couldn't help but look miserable.

Perhaps it was at the moment of death, since Xi He broke through the fog, understood the secret of heaven, and knew that in this battle, the two clans of lich and demon were destined to have no winner, but the blood feud between the two sides was deep, so he knew it was the way of heaven , It is impossible to give up and make peace, and glanced sadly at the figure of Di Jun not far away, Xi He's eyes were firm, and he rushed directly in front of the ancestral witch, blew himself up in shock.

Even if it was destined by heaven that both the lich and demon clans would suffer, Xi He would not let go of the enemy who killed her nine children. At the moment when she blew herself up, looking at the horrified face of the enemy opposite, she felt the power of the emperor not far away. Xi He's expression was a little dazed, Di Jun, in this life, with you, even though he died, he would not regret it.