Xuan Ming is the youngest among the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the most loved. Now, Xuan Ming is dead, and he dies cleanly and happily, and he doesn't even have time to howl. Seeing his brothers falling down one by one, Zhu Rong and Gong, who were originally under the pressure of the saint, burst out with incomparable power.

The forceful action was shaking, and there were only a few witch clans at this moment, and there were less than ten thousand people.

Zhunti and Xiaotian in the sky confronted each other. Zhunti looked at Xiaotian coldly and said, "Fellow Daoist Xiaotian, I am not a son of humanity, what do you mean?" Xiaotian snorted coldly and said, "Look at you, how about you, can you fight me? Back then, you were not my brothers, you were not my opponents. Do you want to give it a try today?"

Zhunti suddenly became depressed. After all, Xiaotian's cultivation was unfathomable. There was Qingyang Island behind him. Even the murderous intent that had just emanated from his body made Zhunti feel trembling all over, and he dared not challenge Xiaotian. Lianyin unconsciously took two steps back. Seeing his face, Zhunti and Jieyin retreated.

Tongtian looked at Yuanshi with a playful smile on his face and silently muttered: "Fellow Daoist Xiaotian's cultivation is unfathomable. He is not capable of purging corpses and purging them, or merits to achieve the Tao. It is indeed amazing!"

Seeing these hypocritical saints retreating when they encountered their life and death, Zhurong and Gonggong became even more furious. Zhurong looked at the saints fiercely and said, "Are you so many saints who are robbing the world? Are you incompetent in the witch clans? Today, we will not let you go to death. Shameless people, let's die together!"

Suddenly, Zhu Rong's body escaped from the pressure of the saint, burst out with unparalleled power, and moved quickly. He looked back at Gonggong and said, "Gonggong, do you dare to go up with me and bomb this Buzhou Mountain!" Zhu Rong was the God of Fire, with a huge fire, his eyes were angry, and his anger surged.

Gonggong saw his brothers turning into ashes beside him one by one, and said furiously, "Damn! I'm afraid you won't do it! We are Pangu's bloodline, Pangu's great spirit, this Buzhou Mountain is the spine of the father's god. Our witch clan does not exist, and it will appear lonely to leave it in this prehistoric land. Zhurong, I'm here!"

The two of them broke free from the saints, looked at each other and rushed straight to the hillside with their tough bodies. Di Jun and Taiyi did not expect the two guys to commit suicide charges, and immediately said to Lu Wu and Fuxi: "Hurry, stop them quickly, and you must not let them get closer to the top of the mountain!"

The consequences of the fall of Buzhou Mountain were unimaginable. The saints also understood this truth, but they hesitated for a moment without realizing it, as if they were restrained by something. Chen Yuyang sneered faintly and said, "Hongjun, Hongjun, you are so willing to let it go!" Then he shook his head helplessly.

Boom, boom, two loud noises hit Buzhou Mountain. Lu Wu and Fuxi, who were commanded by Di Jun and Taiyi, also died one after another, leaving only the Fuxi piano still echoing in the sky. Nuwa said with tears in her eyes: "Brother, brother!"

Buzhou Mountain still fell, and a huge hole was torn in the sky. The water from the Nine Heavens irrigated and instantly flooded the vast land. Countless creatures were drowned in the flood. Many saints could only sigh at the gap in the Nine Heavens, with no choice but to sigh.

At this moment, Yuanshi also took advantage of the issue and started to show off his skills to the Tongtian Dao: "Look at you and see what you have done!"

Tongtian snorted coldly and shook his head bitterly. At this moment, the twelve ancestor witches left only one Qiang Liang. Qiang Liang looked at the flood that was pouring backwards in the sky and began to laugh heart-wrenchingly, saying, "Hahahaha, okay, okay! Let's destroy them together, I'm the only one left, and I'm the only one left!"

As he said that, Qiang Liang also got up and flew towards the direction of Buzhou Mountain: "Brothers, wait for me, I'll come to find you!"

However, he did not have the luck of Zhurong and Gonggong, and was killed by the Qingping Sword that was in the sky halfway. However, the voice of the witch clan still echoed between the world. It seemed to be telling their toughness and pride. It composed a legendary history and vastness. The battle of the lich was unprecedented and unprecedented, not only breaking the Buzhou Mountain, but also breaking the vast land of the vast world.

The great catastrophe of heaven and earth finally ended quietly. The only thing brewing in everyone's ears was the sound of the flood flowing back. Nuwa's eyes fell from tears, and she kept looking at Fuxi's passing figure. Since her transformation, they have been brothers and sisters, brothers and sisters for countless years, but now......

The more I thought about it, Nuwa felt more bitter and tears in her heart. She waved the red sleeve ball in her hand, and Nuwa hated her and wanted to kill all the witch clan. But the moment the red sleeve ball landed, the purple light flashed and she said helplessly: "The great disaster of heaven and earth, there will always be life and death. Why do you have to be obsessed with me?"

"Teacher!" Nuwa sobbed and said.

When the saints saw Hongjun, they saluted one after another. Only Xiao Tiantianzun stood alone. After all, he was not a Taoist ancestor, so there was no need to salute to Taoist ancestor. Hongjun looked at them and waved his hand and said, "The prehistoric world has experienced two Yuanhui times, and there will always be a great catastrophe. The Lich disaster is naturally one of them. If the number of Taoist 49 is complete today, the Lich will never be restored in the future!"

Yuanshi immediately stepped forward and said, "Dare you ask the teacher, what should the demon clan do?" As he said that, he still looked at Di Jun and Taiyi with ill-hearted hearts. Yuanshi now really hopes that the demon clan can disappear between heaven and earth like the witch clan, so that the saints will be the real world of life. So he is waiting for Hongjun's reply.

But Hongjun hesitated for a moment and said, "There will be a lay Buddhist Qingyang to deal with this matter, so we don't need to ask more questions! It's better to make up for the sky first!"

Hongjun looked at Nuwa silently and said, "Nuwa, you are the one who is determined to repair the sky, so you will naturally have great merits!" As he said, Hongjun narrowed his eyes lightly and said with a look of distress: "However, if you want to repair the sky, you have to go to Qingyang Island, Beihai in person, otherwise this matter will not be completed. This is also a cause and effect between you and Qingyang lay Buddhists!"

"promise!"

However, just as Nuwa was about to go to Beihai, a person slowly came to the direction of Beihai. The giant tortoise under her kept roaring twice. She was still wearing white clothes like snow, and she sang softly: "The Lich fight destroys the world, and the Buzhou Mountain shakes the universe. Nuwa repairs the sky with the colorful stones, and naturally, there are still people who come back!"

The singing sounds are faint, riding a big turtle, and the piano and sword are surrounded by it, and it does have a fairy charm.hf();
Chapter completed!