The demon emperor Jun hurriedly reorganized the Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation. In Di Jun's experience, after the witch tribe attacked, they would definitely have to rest for a while.

This is due to the powerful backlash of the Twelve Du Tian Shenying Formation. Even powerful people like the Twelve Ancestral Witch must slow down.

"Come on! As long as you twelve ancestor witches lie down, who else can resist the attack of my demon clan?"

A look of crazy flashed in Di Jun's eyes. He did whatever he could do to achieve his goal!

Even if the lives of billions of demon races were used to exchange for the twelve ancestor witches being dragged down, Di Jun felt it was worth it.

Even if hundreds of millions of demon soldiers die, as long as their brothers don’t fall down, they can start the team of the demon clan at any time.

As the Demon King, Di Jun has never been a rude person.

However, just as the demon emperor shouted and the Zhoutian Star Fighting Array was set up again, the figure of the great god Pangu actually raised the Tianhuan Axe again in the witch clan!

"How is this possible? How did the rest intervals of the witch tribe shorten so much?"

Di Jun looked unwilling to believe it. In the last battle, after the great god Pangu made a full break in tea pouring!

But now in such a short time, the twelve ancestor witches slowed down and launched another attack.

Di Jun didn't know that this was the credit of the ancestor Kunpeng. Kunpeng helped the witch clan to sacrifice and refine the large flags of the twelve capital heavenly evil. This not only increased the power of this formation, but also reduced the backlash power suffered by the twelve ancestor witches a lot.

The twelve divine banners are the ones that endured the backlash for the twelve ancestor witches!

This change of time seems irrelevant, but it is particularly fatal to the entire demon race.

If Di Jun had not re-arranged the Zhoutian Star Fighting Array and the Twelve Ancestral Witches had already launched an attack again, what would it be like?

I’m afraid that at that time, it was not their demon clan who used the twelve ancestor witches to kill them, but the twelve ancestor witches killed several of them with one axe!

Without the protection of the Zhoutian Star Dou Array, Di Jun and the others could not even avoid the casual attack of Pangu's shadow.

It is precisely because of this that when he saw the great god Pangu attack again, Di Jun was completely panicked.

"My fellow Taoists, gather the stars!"

Di Jun directed loudly, and countless demon clans moved when they heard the sound, and the star gods in the sky all used their lives.

The demon clan steps on the turbulent step and fight, reverses the yin and yang, confuses the universe, and fights to the death to resist the attack of the witch clan.

At such a time of life and death, no one dares to be distracted by others, and the demons can only fight to the death!

"Boom!"

The magic axe fell and the galaxy collapsed!

The Pangu axe fell down again, but its power was reduced very limited, which made Di Jun's heart sink again.

The plan to consume the witch clan did not seem to be so smooth.

The Four Emperors knew this combat strategy, but now, if this goal cannot be achieved, then continuing to fight with the witch clan will be only one-sided consumption.

After all, the backlash suffered by the twelve ancestor witches can recover after the war, and the billions of demon soldiers killed and injured by the demon clan will take some time to accumulate slowly.

It is precisely because of this that the four demon emperors hesitated in their hearts, not knowing whether they should continue to fight.

At the same time, Kunpeng silently glanced at the battlefield. He quietly took out the black gourd, opened the mouth of the gourd, and activated the treasure towards the dumpling-like corpse.

A slight pulling force flowed, bringing all the corpses into the treasure gourd.

At the same time, the broken limbs and broken arms scattered everywhere, the essence and blood splashing everywhere, and the boundless dead energy that filled the sky were all collected by the ancestor Kunpeng without hesitation.

However, on the huge Lich battlefield, it is not just the ancestor Kunpeng who wants to get a bargain.

Many of these demon clans, witch clans, and creatures who died in battle are powerful people, which is also a very precious resource for some special monks.

It is precisely because of this that the practice of eating alone at the age of Kunpeng instantly caused dissatisfaction among other creatures.

The eight Daluo Jinxian soon discovered that these essence, blood and corpses were taken away by Kunpeng. The eight brothers and eight came together to surround Kunpeng's place.

At this time, Kunpeng was determined to collect the corpses and did not care about them at all.

The magical powers Kunpeng used before also made these Daluo Jinxian unable to tell who was in the clouds.

"The rats who hide their heads and tails! You dare to rob me of the Pan King's resources. You are seeking death!"

The leader of the Daluo Golden Immortal was wearing a five-colored marinade. His body looked extremely strong, and this was the King of Pan of the Southern Xinjiang.

Beside him were his seven brothers, each of whom was strong in body.

Ji Meng saw the eight Daluo Jinxian coming to find fault, and Kunpeng was busy collecting the corpse, so he spoke with the flow:

"You are going to collect what you want, but we didn't take any action to snatch it. I advise you to retreat quickly!"

God Ji Meng is unwilling to cause trouble, but he is not afraid of trouble.

Therefore, he tried to persuade the other party as soon as he opened his mouth, without any intention of taking action.

After all, Kunpeng is also an ancestor who has a status, and he will kill some juniors at will, which will lose his own demeanor.

So that is to say, these monks are too weak and have no qualifications to be killed by Kunpeng.

King Pan was also a rising star. He was stunned by Ji Meng's words, and his two thick eyebrows were raised angrily.

"We brothers are on the side, and no one has ever dared to talk to me like this. Today I want to know what the consequences will be if we don't retreat?"

King Pan laughed. In his opinion, Kunpeng hid in the clouds and didn't even dare to show up. He thought he was not a great person.

However, King Pan was so arrogant that his ignorant behavior made Ji Meng frown and shook his hand to create a spiritual treasure.

"Since you want to know, don't regret it!"

The Broken Sky Seal flew to the Nine Heavens, and the divine seal grew in the wind, instantly turned into a sacred mountain of ten thousand feet, and then fell like thunder.

"Boom!"

King Pan could not dodge at all and was directly hit by the divine seal on the cover of the sky spirit. Suddenly, the yellow and white objects scattered everywhere, and a Daluo Golden Immortal died instantly.

Broken Sky Seal, specifically breaking your Heavenly Spirit Cover!

"Brother!"

When the other seven brothers saw Ji Meng killing his elder brother with one move, they exclaimed. Before they could react, Ji Meng stretched out his hand and the broken sky seal had fallen again.

In a moment, all the Eight Immortals died, and all the heavenly spirits were broken!

This is not because they don’t escape or block it, but because they can’t hide or block it at all. They are instantly smashed into their heads by the broken sky seal and died of a life of death.

They were in danger of entering the disaster at any time. They thought they were just here to pick up cheap people, but somehow they lost Qingqing's life.

Ji Meng is not a good person who can be deceived. If you give you a chance, but you are not sure about it, you will be looking for death.
Chapter completed!