Qingyang Island does not actually have much prestige among the witch clan, but since Qingyang Island appeared in the prehistoric world, the general trend of the prehistoric world has become a little weird, and the witch clan naturally feels this. Especially the ancestor witch Houtu, he almost speaks the four words Qingyang Dao brother, so the witch clan is naturally awe of Qingyang Island in Beihai.

Although the witch clan cannot cultivate the gods, but can only cultivate the body, and cannot calculate the truth of the heavenly secrets, they can also distinguish the movements and stills from the Nine Nether Blood Sea that the cultivation power of this Qingyang Taoist has penetrated the Nine Nethers and reached the Nine Heavens, almost everywhere. What's more, Qingyang Island has been mythological on the prehistoric land.

What is myth? In the human world, these ancient prehistoric worlds are originally myths, and Qingyang Island is the myth in prehistoric myths. Qingyang, Beihai, is an unattainable height for the entire prehistoric world. In addition to the Taoist ancestor Hongjun, on the prehistoric land, have you seen who will sit down and there will be saint disciples there.

In Qingyang, Beihai, there are no saints who have sat down. Now, the Qingyang Taoist Master has arrived and has broken the twelve Heavenly God Evil Formation with one finger and pointed out the ability of Zhen Yuanzi Hongyun to become a saint. What kind of cultivation is this? It is simply unpredictable. The most terrible thing is that the Qingqiu Mountains are now surrounded by the Qingyang Island Legion.

After a century of war with the human race, the witch tribe consumed a lot. Now, in terms of quantity and strength, it is impossible to compete with the Qingyang Island army, especially the human race's saint Xiao Tiantianzun! If you continue to fight like this, it will be like an egg hitting a stone.

After hesitating for a moment, the fire god Zhurong and the water god Gonggong all came closer and said, "Boss, no, we can't stand it anymore. We are defeated from all directions in the southeast, west and north. We have been surrounded by two armies on Qingyang Island, especially the little Tiantianzun seems to be crazy, and the spear in his hand is unstoppable."

Gonggong also said angrily: "Boss, retreat quickly. If we don't retreat, we will never be able to leave. Not to mention the little Tiantianzun, there are more than a dozen quasi-saints in the leader of the demon army, and there are also several quasi-saints at the peak. The roaring moon wolf is so powerful that we cannot compete with the treasures in our hands!"

Di Jiang finally couldn't help but asked, "How many people in my witch clan are left now?"

Xuan Ming roughly counted: "More than half of the loss has been lost. If you delay, you will be wiped out!"

Although Di Jiang was heartbroken, as the leader, he still roared: "The witch clans, follow me and fight for a bloody way!"

Boom, Boom, although the human race was going to kill the human race this time, the prestige of Dijiang among the witch clan is still unparalleled. The Qingqiu Mountains, the witch clan scattered all over the ground began to slowly move towards the core. The ancestor witch moved, tightened her fists, and shot the enemy headshots, which was always much better than being cut off one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one.

After the war of the witch tribe, almost half of the twelve tribes lost. At that time, millions of witch tribes have now left less than one million. This made Di Jiang heartbroken. The witch tribe is not as good as the human tribe. It will take at least thousands of years to return to that heyday.

The human race has sharply reduced from tens of millions to one million. If one ten is not left, these millions of human races can reproduce a large number of new lives in a hundred years. The growth cycle of the human race is much faster than that of the witch race, and the human race's breeding ability is much higher than that of the witch race. Therefore, in order to compete for survival qualifications, the witch race lost and lost completely.

Chen Yuyang's faint smile appeared on his face and said softly: "This is Darwin's theory of evolution. All creatures that cannot adapt to this land will disappear and perish. Survival of the fittest, this is survival of the fittest!"

Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun have become saints at this moment, but they still don’t understand the mysterious words like Chen Yuyang. Just Hongyun pretended to think, and his heart moved, stuck to his beard, and said with a heavy emphasis: "Brother Qingyang is really worthy of being a man of great law and heaven. Every word is gems, and the way of heaven is naturally just like this!"

Chen Yuyang laughed. It was not that he was a word of gem, but that he was standing higher than these ancient people in the prehistoric era, and human wisdom was infinite. This is also why all the great magical powers of all disappeared, and humans could pass on each generation. The survival of the fittest was the only four words, and there was no other way.

Staring at Chen Yuyang, Zhen Yuanzi said with a puzzled look: "Brother Qingyang, how should I do the witch clan's affairs?"

Looking at Zhen Yuanzi's eagerness to try, Chen Yuyang understood very well that once he became a saint, he naturally had to stabilize his heart. Zhen Yuanzi's heart of Tao was originally very stable, but he was trapped in the formation for many years, and he always had to have resentment and hostility, so if he didn't vent his anger, he would have no place to breathe.

Looking at Zhen Yuanzi's look of being ready to beat his hands, Chen Yuyang waved his hand and said, "Go and go! Who should die, who should not die, there is only a conclusion on the way of heaven."

Zhen Yuanzi nodded, his body flashed instantly, and disappeared into the human habitat. Hongyun looked sighing. This Hongyun was a good old man from the prehistoric world. Seeing that the human race was weak, he helped the human race. Now that the witch tribe is about to be slaughtered, he couldn't bear it in his heart, and just said, "Brother Qingyang, I don't know who should die in this witch tribe, and who shouldn't die?"

Chen Yuyang smiled and said, "The souls of fellow Taoist Zhenyuan deserve to die. As for the others, those who can survive should not die!"

Chen Yuyang's words were undoubtedly nonsense, but they made Hongyun provoke the ground. Even though he nodded, he suddenly realized: "So that's it, so that's it! Brother Qingyang is indeed a great masterpiece, and I'm not as good as that!"

Soon, Zhen Yuanzi chased after him, and the whisk in his hand trembled, and two golden lights went down. The witch army did not even wail, and tens of thousands of witch clans disappeared. Zhen Yuanzi still felt uneasy, and his figure flashed again, and there were two whisks again. He went back and forth and killed many people in the witch clan.

The million-dollar army suddenly dropped sharply again, becoming less than 500,000. This little force really cannot break through.

Di Jiang was furious. The eleventh ancestor witch looked at Zhen Yuanzi who was still chasing him. Di Jiang said, "Zhen Yuanzi, you are known as the ancestor of the earth immortals and are compassionate. Are you going to kill all the witch clan today? Don't think that you have achieved the position of a saint. I am afraid of you when I am waiting for the ancestor witch!"

Zhen Yuanzi snorted coldly and said, "Compassion is for compassionate races. It is like you and the witch tribes, slaughtering human races everywhere. If you can't wait to die, who will die!" hf();
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