I am the junior fellow student of Sanqing in the prehistoric times

After all, the witch clan has a deeper foundation. The twelve ancestral witches are all top masters in the Daluo. Among them, several strong ones have become quasi-sages. Their strength is on the same level as Taiyi and Dijun who have no treasures.

Coupled with these millions of years of development, a hundred thousand years of hiding one's strength and biding one's time, the all-out war was actually fought against the demon clan!

This surprised many people.

"How can the Witch Clan be so strong?"

"Why do the demon clan look so weak?"

This nearly crushing battle made many people who wanted to join the Monster Clan feel hesitant. After all, what they wanted was to share blessings, not share hardships.

Di Jun naturally understood that this battle must not be lost, at least not so tragically, otherwise who would be optimistic about the Monster Clan in the future.

What the demon clan lacks is Daluo-level combat power.

So, Emperor Jun summoned his magic power and shouted sternly: "Everyone sitting here who is willing to join the Monster Clan, are you willing to help the Monster Clan?"

There was silence and no one answered.

Di Jun had no choice but to deal with Di Jiang while raising his voice again: "If the demon clan survives this disaster, those who come to help will join the demon clan and their salary will be increased by another 30%!"

As soon as these words came out, many people were moved. Di Jun had previously discussed with them the benefits of joining the demon clan, including basic luck, merit, or spiritual treasures, spiritual roots, spiritual fruits, etc. If they added three points, it would be a big gain.

More importantly, this is a long-term supply.

"Fellow Emperor Jun, hold on, I'm here!" King Pan, who is good at playing with the poisonous insects, controlled the poisonous insects and instantly rushed into the battlefield under Sadaro. With his powerful strength, the witch clan was like wheat wherever he went. Falling down greatly relieves the pressure on the demon clan.

Emperor Jun was overjoyed: "Pan Wang Dao has friendly magical powers. After this battle, I will personally entertain you!"

Di Jiang was furious: "Come quickly and kill the Taoist who doesn't know how to live or die!"

But could it be that the Pan King's Gu insect had changed? The witch clan's muscle-building Da Luo was unable to do anything against Pan King for a while.

With King Pan as the vanguard, the watching Da Luo flew up into the sky one by one and joined the Lich occupying the battlefield, facing off against each Da Luo.

In just a moment, the demon clan actually withstood the witch clan's offensive.

Di Jiang's heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect that Di Jun would be so courageous and directly lure him with huge profits to balance the power of the lich, and even the number of demon clans would continue to increase.

If the fight continues like this, it will be extremely detrimental to the Wu clan.

Di Jiang looked at each other and the surrounding ancestral witches, and suddenly made a decision in his heart.

"Pangu's true body!"

The twelve ancestral witches directly asked their opponents to retreat together and move closer to the Dijiang River. They each stood in different positions and formed a mysterious and unpredictable formation!

Even those present could feel an aura of long-lasting desolation, yet extremely majestic!

"No!" Di Jun and several demon masters were about to destroy it in an instant, but were blocked by the great witch of the witch clan. They could only watch as the bodies and even the luck of the twelve ancestral witches began to overlap and combine, forming a huge figure. Formed slowly.

"this?"

"Great God Pangu!"

Countless people were dumbfounded. Although they had never seen Pangu, when they saw the giant gathered together, this answer naturally appeared in their minds.

It is Pangu who pioneered the ancient world!

That domineering temperament, fearless fighting spirit, and supreme pressure are unmistakable. This is the Pangu who killed three thousand gods and demons, and then opened up the ancient world and died.

"Impossible!" Sanqing was stunned, looking at the giant standing in front of him with a look of disbelief.

"How could the Twelve Ancestral Witches summon Father God Pangu? How could they continue to pass on the legacy like this?"

All the powerful men looked pale and looked at the giant with unblinking eyes. Because as gods and demons, they were innately indebted to Pangu for karma, and they unconsciously became shorter when facing Pangu.

"boom!"

The summoned giant glanced at everyone in the demon clan with cold eyes. Emperor Juntaiyi and even all the demon clan instantly felt the fatal danger!

"Where is the Divine Axe!" The giant roared, and the Chaos Clock in Taiyi's hand almost flew away, and he hurriedly put it away.

Everyone looked at Yuan Qing again, and saw that he was still sitting there calmly, with complicated eyes, but there was no movement of the Pangu flag.

High judgment.

The giant's phantom returned after not seeing the Sky-Opening Ax for a long time. He sighed helplessly and could only use the law to condense the Sky-opening Ax and slash it towards Nantian Gate.

The ax blade was unstoppable and directly smashed into pieces the Nantian Gate that the demon tribe had spent a lot of effort to build.

There was another axe, and Di Jun, Taiyi and other demon clan members tried their best to stop it, causing the ax blade to stop in front of the banquet.

Sanqing and others were also relieved and took back the treasure in their hands.

But then, the giant suddenly raised his head and shouted: "Open the sky!"

The ax was swung down again, the sky and the earth were spinning, the sun and the moon were dim, and when the ax was swung down, the whole prehistoric world was afraid and trembling!

"not good!"

Lao Tzu, who has a keen sense of perception, immediately realized the power of this move, which was comparable to Hongjun's move when he opened up the world.

After saying that, I reappeared the Hunyuan Bianguai in my hand, trying to resolve the attack with the power of changes in the universe and yin and yang.

But immediately, Hunyuan Bianguai was smashed away by the axe, and fell into the sea of ​​​​I's consciousness with a cry.

Everyone was shocked and just wanted to leave, but found that they were locked by the ax blade. No matter where they fled, they would inevitably end up with the axe.

Yuanshi Tianzun instantly summoned the Qiankun Cauldron and held it above his head; Tongtian summoned the Qingping Sword and set up the Green Lotus Sword Formation; Nuwa took out the Fortune Cauldron and the Map of Mountains and Rivers, and all kinds of spiritual treasures were taken out by the powerful , looking nervously at the ax blade.

Just when the ax blade slowly fell, they were about to despair.

"enough!"

A vague and mighty voice came.

"Stop it!"

A white and tender finger points out, and at the fingertips there are changes in the wind and clouds, the flow of yin and yang, the disillusionment of space, and the change of time, just like the world is opening up and then collapsing.

With one finger, the ax blade was broken, and the giant's shadow was instantly shattered. The Twelve Ancestral Witches vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Yuan Qing slowly stopped his hand, rubbed the white mark on his index finger, and looked at the Wu clan lightly.

Although Taixuan's expression was very calm, anyone could see the suppressed anger in his heart.

The twelve ancestral witches faced Yuan Qing's pressure and stood up despite the injuries in their bodies.

Di Jiang swallowed the blood gushing from his throat, clasped his fists and apologized: "We, the ancestral shamans, are not yet able to fully grasp Pangu's true form, and I accidentally hurt all fellow Taoists. I hope you will forgive me."

After Di Jiang finished speaking, the atmosphere remained quiet. Yuan Qing's anger did not restrain at all. Instead, it became more surging, attacking the Wu clan like a wave.

Hou Tu covered his chest and said to Yuan Qing: "Brother, we ancestral shamans should not use the power left by Father God Pangu at will."

The ancestral witches summoned Pangu's true body this time, directly consuming three points of Pangu's legacy in the prehistoric era.

Pangu's majesty left in the primitive world was weaker and his breath was lighter.

Just like Pangu is dying slowly in the ancient times.

This was simply unacceptable to Pangu Zhengzong Yuanqing. The legacy of Pangu that he had worked so hard to maintain, the majesty and even the reputation of Pangu, were just wasted by the Wu clan!

(End of this chapter)