The Chronicle of the Emperor of the Great Desolation

Chapter 66
Let's say that Pangu's real body scattered the Zhoutian Star Dou formation with one axe, but he himself had reached his limit. The physical strength of the twelve ancestor witches finally could no longer carry Pangu's mighty power, and the illusory figure collapsed and turned back into the ancestor witch's real body again appearance.

It's just that now they all looked sluggish, their bodies were severely injured, and almost lost most of their fighting power.

Seeing that the situation was exactly as he had expected, Di Jun exchanged the death of countless demon soldiers for the serious injury of the ancestral witch, and the excitement in his eyes added a few points.

Although he also suffered certain injuries, he was much better than Zu Wu.With a big wave of his hand, he led the remaining masters of the demon clan to kill the Twelve Ancestral Witches like a rainbow.

Di Jun stepped into the realm of the late quasi-sage, and his strength alone was enough to fight against five or six ancestor witches. In addition, the twelve ancestor witches were all severely injured, and they were beaten back and forth in an instant.

Xing Tian, ​​Hou Yi and other big witches wanted to rush forward to help, but they were blocked by the remaining big eight demon gods and other big Luo Jinxian masters.

So far in the melee, not only the monsters have been killed and injured, but their vitality has also been severely injured, and the witches have also failed to please them. The army that rushed into the heavens earlier was almost wiped out under the torrent of stars and stones.

At this time, Donghuang Taiyi faced the three ancestor witches Xuanming, Qiangliang, and Tianwu alone with incomparable bravery.

Outside the Nantian Gate, broken limbs and arms flew across the sky, and blood rained like waterfalls, continuously splashing on the prehistoric land.

The divine sense swept across the battlefield, and Di Jun looked at each other unrecognizably. Donghuangtai's eyes suddenly ignited with golden flames, and he opened his mouth to spit out. A large ball of blood was sprayed on the Donghuang Bell, and then he shook the divine bell with all his strength. .

The Donghuang Bell received a mouthful of blood sacrifice, and immediately buzzed and trembled, a majestic force that suppressed the universe and time and space surged out of the sound waves, sweeping the world in an instant.

This power is extremely powerful, shaking all directions, and changing colors of mountains and rivers.But the strange thing is that wherever the liches pass by, regardless of the liches, they are all like a breeze, without any feeling. Only the twelve ancestor witches who bear the brunt are rushed by this force, and their vision is suddenly black and white, as if the world was just divided, time and space. Not yet.

Although this feeling is only fleeting, in the outside world, their bodies and even their thoughts are frozen for a moment.

A cold light flashed in Di Jun's eyes, and taking advantage of the momentary stagnation of the opponent in front of him, he immediately sacrificed the Tianmang Sword with all his strength with his late-stage quasi-sage cultivation.

The seven magic knives disappeared in a flash, and locked the time ancestor Wuzhu Jiuyin, the wise man of the witch clan who made him dread.Before Zhu Jiuyin could react in time, seven rainbow lights passed through his body, and Beidou's death-defying power exploded, cutting his weak, dilapidated and already overwhelmed ancestor witch's body into dozens of sections.

The tacit understanding of the Donghuang Zhong Taiyi was prepared early on, and the powerful power of the Donghuang Zhong followed like a shadow. When the bell rang, Zhu Jiuyin's split body was instantly crushed into powder, and even the true spirit disappeared.

"Second Brother", "Second Brother..."

"Hahaha……"

There was silence in the field at first, and then the remaining Zuwu's roars and mournful cries, as well as the triumphant laughter of the Dijun brothers were heard.

Zhu Jiuyin fell unexpectedly, and the remaining eleven ancestral witches were almost crazy, but before they could fight back, Di Jun and others had charged up again. Judging by their posture, killing a Zhu Jiuyin was not enough, and they wanted to stay Download more ancestral witches.

Without Zhu Jiuyin, the already invincible Twelve Ancestral Witches were even more difficult to support. They were defeated all the way by Di Jun and others. From Nantianmen to the wild land, and then to Buzhou Mountain, the sound of killing along the way shook the sky. Thousands of liches fought wildly, destroying countless famous mountains and rivers.

The two sides advanced and retreated, but it was different from the first lich war. This time the roles of the two sides were completely reversed. Although the witch clan fought endlessly, the twelve ancestor witches were beaten all the way by Di Jun and others, and they couldn't stop at all. down.The rest of the witch clan had no choice but to follow behind the ancestor witch and fight and retreat.

"Fellow daoists, the war has ended so fiercely. If the fight continues, if Buzhou Mountain is damaged, the consequences will be disastrous!" Yuanshi Tianzun glanced at the innate gods with different thoughts, and said slowly.

"That's right. If the Tianzhu breaks, the heaven will collapse, and the heaven will not exist. As a member of the heaven, we must not allow such a thing to happen." Zhunti echoed.

"According to the poor, the witch clan has developed at the foot of Buzhou Mountain for hundreds of millions of years, and there must be some earth-shattering means that have not been used. If your majesty persecutes too much, if everything is burned, we will all be sinners." Zhen Yuanzi shook his whisk. , said lightly.

"Hehehe..." Patriarch Styx let out a gloomy laugh, and said sharply, "I'm afraid that His Majesty is in full swing, and the immortal witch clan will not give up. It took a huge price to injure the twelve ancestor witches, How could he stop so easily?"

"It's beyond his control."

The Eastern Prince stood up and said coldly: "The Twelve Ancestral Witches are born from the essence and blood of the Great God Pangu, equivalent to his direct son. Without Pangu, there would be no prehistoric peoples, and without prehistoric desolations, there would be no living beings like me. The Great God has immeasurable kindness, if we sit back and watch the descendants of the Great God be destroyed, what face do we have to stand between the heaven and the earth?"

"Fellow Daoist said that Pangu's bloodline should not be destroyed anyway. Your Majesty has already killed Zhu Jiuyin, and it can be regarded as punishment for the crime of disrespecting the heavenly court of the witch clan. It is time to appease the anger." He stood up and walked behind Duke Dong.

Master Tongtian said: "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go to dissuade His Majesty. With so many people speaking together, I believe His Majesty will come back from the wrong way."

At present, all the congenital gods looked at each other tacitly, each cast their supernatural powers, and went out of the heaven, and soon arrived outside Buzhou Mountain.

At this time, the Twelve Patriarchal Witches had their backs on Mount Buzhou, their feet on the ground, and they were supplemented by an endless stream of turbid air from the earth. Coupled with the support of Mount Buzhou and the Pangu Temple, they were not as embarrassed as they were before.

Moreover, the witch clan is fierce, many little witches and even big witches are about to die, and they simply explode themselves, causing immeasurable damage to the monster clan.This also caused Di Jun to be cautious, for fear that a certain ancestral witch would blow himself up and drag him to his death.

The two sides were in a stalemate, when suddenly auspicious clouds rolled over the sky, the holy light shone, and a group of innate gods landed on the ground.

Di Jun's heart sank, he was full of vigilance towards these people with ulterior motives, he didn't know why they came together.

The Eastern King was fair; "Your Majesty, it's time to withdraw the troops. After all, the Wu clan is the descendant of Pangu. You have already killed one Zhu Jiuyin, so you shouldn't continue to kill other ancestor witches."

Di Jun got angry and shouted: "Prince Dong, do you dare to teach me a lesson?"

Duke Dong said indifferently: "Poverty just doesn't want His Majesty to make a big mistake. It's for your own good. If you don't like it, you don't have to listen."

Di Jun turned to look at the others, and said coldly: "Why, if I disagree, are you going to commit the crime?"

All the innate gods looked calm and turned a blind eye to Di Jun's anger.

Ancestor Minghe said gloomyly: "Your Majesty, it's better to retreat. The witch clan has a strong temperament. If eleven ancestor witches blew themselves up one by one, there will be no need to say what the consequences will be. If the entire world is irreparably damaged, or a certain Dao You fell because of this, fellow Daoist Emperor Jun, can you bear the consequences?"

Yuanshi Tianzun continued: "If you refuse to listen to dissuasion, I will offend you if you can't say it."

Di Jun's face was cloudy and uncertain.This group of people in front of them is determined to force them to retreat and maintain the balance of power among the Liches. If they are ignored, with the example of the Witch Clan, they are afraid that they will explode into trouble.

But to be honest, even if these people don't persuade him, he is ready to retreat.

This time it was able to defeat the witch clan and kill an ancestor witch was far beyond expectations.Now the monster clan has lost too much, the elite monster soldiers are almost wiped out, and even the monster gods have lost two, which has reached the limit.

This witch clan is very difficult to chew, and he explodes at every turn, which makes him extremely jealous. He knows in his heart that it is impossible to achieve more results this time.

It's just that it's one thing to retreat on your own initiative, but it's another thing to be forced to retreat. This makes him a majestic emperor, where does he put his face? .

Thinking of this, the expression in Di Jun's eyes became even colder.These people may not be ignorant of the situation he is facing, but they still come to persecute him. This is to deliberately compromise his majesty in public and give himself a prestige.

Di Jun couldn't get off the tiger for a while, he didn't want to retreat, and it didn't matter if he didn't retreat, he was extremely ashamed and angry.

Fuxi saw his situation, and stepped forward to persuade him: "Your Majesty, my sons and daughters have been exhausted after repeated battles, and it is difficult to continue. It is better to retire for the time being. Moreover, the Wu clan is of Pangu blood, so let them go this time. Just repay the kindness of the Great God."

When Di Jun reached the steps, he took advantage of the situation and went down the donkey, resentful in his heart, and ordered the Yaozu to retreat.

As the Yaozu returned to the heaven, the war finally came to an end.But the whole world is still filled with boundless blood and blood, and the murderous aura lingers for a long time, which makes the aura of calamity grow stronger, breeds countless vicious and evil creatures, kills everywhere, and in turn pushes the catastrophe forward.

(End of this chapter)