Prehistoric: When a good old man awakens to the evil system

On the day of the war, the people suppressed by Buzhou Shanwu were the people of the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan.

Both Di Jun and Di Jiang brought all their clansmen who could go to the battlefield.

"Di Jiang, your Wu clan killed five of my sons, and now you have to pay the price!" Di Jun stood in the air, holding a witch-slaying sword, and looked at the Wu clan opposite with fierce eyes.

Di Jiang snorted coldly: "Those little flat-haired beasts of yours deserved to die. It's really a pity that I couldn't shoot them all!"

They are both old rivals, and of course they know what words are most likely to hurt each other.

Emperor Jun: "If my son had not been deceived by others, he would never have done such a wrong thing. But the things your clan Gonggong Zhu Rong did are not small. It can alarm the fate of a saint, but my son can't do it!"

Di Jiang immediately turned pale, Houtu became a saint, Gonggong Zhurong was not allowed to leave Buzhou Mountain, and their Wu Clan's Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation could not be used, but the Monster Clan also had the Zhou Tianxing Dou Formation.

He yelled: "Ah~"

"kill!"

Emperor Jun also raised his witch-slaying sword and gave the order: "Kill!"

The sky-wide murderous aura started from around Buzhou Mountain and filled the entire prehistoric continent.

This battle means that this calamity has reached the final moment.

Needless to say, the brutality of this battle was overwhelming. Countless lives were reduced to ashes in this battle. Countless souls were floating in the sky and earth. The entire prehistoric world was covered in blood. The wails of wronged souls could be seen everywhere. It's like falling into the apocalypse.

The newly established underworld had such a huge workload. While Hou Tu was anxious about the situation of the Wu clan, he also had to quickly arrange for his subordinates to collect the souls and arrange for their reincarnation.

The tragedy of this calamity can be said to be comparable to the war between the three clans back then. At this moment, the great witches of the witch clan also took out weapons one after another. They had secretly captured human beings and refined them with their essence, blood and soul. They were so evil that they could break through the Zhoutian Star Formation.

Di Jun had been prepared for it. He was wary of any secret magic weapon possessed by the Wu Clan, and specially arranged for people to guard the perimeter of the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation so that the people from the Wu Clan could not get close.

Later, at Di Jiang's signal, Xuanming sacrificed the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, which was made with thousands of human souls. The Ten Thousand Souls Banner contained countless resentful human souls.

Once released, their resentment surged to the sky. They wanted to break through the restrictions, but because of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, they could only be trapped within it.

Di Jiang himself also knew that the Ten Thousand Soul Banner was too cruel and once released, there would be no place for the Wu Clan in the ancient world. But at this time, he couldn't think too much. Even if he lost or died, he had to bring Brother Di Jun along with him.

Under the control of Xuan Ming, these resentful spirits began to kill the demon clan.

Xihe looked at the Wuzhuang Temple, Kunlun Mountain, and the direction of the Thirty-Third Heaven with nostalgia. His eyes turned into a stream of light firmly and rushed towards Xuan Ming holding the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

Finally, at the same time that the Ten Thousand Soul Flags broke through the star formation in the sky, a loud noise was heard, and Xi He and Xuan Ming turned into blood mist together, gradually disappearing between heaven and earth.

"Xihe!" Di Jun noticed Xihe's movements and shouted, but he didn't have time to stop Xihe.

They have been married for many years and have given birth to ten sons together. Even if they were used initially, they still have some feelings for each other now. Seeing his wife blowing herself up in front of his eyes, Di Jun completely lost his wits.

"Xuan Ming!" Zhu Jiuyin was also in disbelief. He was closest to Xuan Ming, and blood mist splashed directly on his face.

Self-destruction, right? Well done, well done to you demon clan!

Zhu Jiuyin also followed Xihe's example and went directly towards Taiyi without making any sound.