The Slaughter Demon Lord of the Wilderness

Chapter 117
Ten days turned the sky, such a thing was too sudden, and it was full of weirdness everywhere. All the powerful and supernatural powers in the prehistoric world also faintly guessed that this might be the work of a sage, and they all chose to wait and see what happened. Dare to act rashly!
Although the disaster brought about by Ten Days Turning Sky was great, it actually had no impact on them at all. The real sufferers were those mortal beings who could not withstand the blazing heat of the real fire of the sun and the endless sea of ​​flames. When it perishes, the resentment soars to the sky.

"Choo Choo Choo!"

Ten golden crows screamed and flew over the sky, seemingly unafraid. Along the way, countless real fires of the sun flew down, like fireballs, falling on the ground, immediately burning the grass and trees, and quickly spreading to the sky. In all directions, a sea of ​​flames formed, poisoning all living beings, and mourning everywhere!
Such a scene is really too cruel. Many powerful supernatural powers are in awe of the power of the saint, and they dare not get involved in this matter, allowing the ten golden crows to harm the prehistoric world. Every moment, countless beings cry and perish in this catastrophe , They couldn't resist this natural disaster, the real fire of the sun burns everything, it can't be extinguished easily, it spreads, there is nowhere to escape, they can only cry out in pain and die in the sea of ​​fire, and gradually turn into ashes in the struggle.

Raging all the way, the ten Golden Crows flew deeper into the earth, everything was destroyed along the way, mountains shook, forests caught fire, rivers dried up, no matter what kind of creatures, witches, humans, even monsters, could not escape. In this calamity, he was buried in the sea of ​​flames, burned and fell.

The demon controls the sky, the witch rules the earth!
The way the Wu Clan manages the land is to establish countless large and small tribes, and on this day, when the ten days turned over, the Wu Clan was of course the most affected. Wherever ten Golden Crows flew over, all the tribes, large and small, were transformed. It was flying ashes, and the witch clan among them was killed and injured!

The Witch Clan and the Monster Clan are mortal enemies. The Witch Clan saw ten golden crows attacking the tribe, of course they couldn't bear it, and they all took action one after another. However, just when they wanted to take the opportunity to kill the ten princes of the Monster Clan, a strange But the power appeared out of thin air, imprisoning them tightly...

Powerless, watching the real fire of the sun fall on them, gradually burning, and finally turning into fly ash, many witches and even great witches were extremely aggrieved, and died at the hands of ten little golden fairies. What a waste!

And at this time, seeing such a scene, the powerful and supernatural powers of all parties in the prehistoric world finally confirmed that this was really a calculation. Ten Rihengkong was the handiwork of the sage, targeting the witch clan and the monster clan. For a while, everyone was silent, and they didn't even dare to make a sound. No one dared to mess with this matter.

Sympathy, pity, such emotions may exist, but no one will make a move at this time!
Sweep the snow in front of each house by yourself, and don't care about the frost on other people's tiles!
The weak are indeed pitiful, but at this time they are helpless, and if they get into trouble, they will all be involved!
How could they take the initiative to participate in such a catastrophe?Just for the sake of sentient beings, they are not so great yet!
As time passed, the ten Golden Crows burned all the way, as if targeting the Wu Clan, destroying one tribe after another. When the Wu Clan was massacred, in the Netherworld, suddenly, in the center and largest palace in the Central Nether City, a group of The black-robed figure who was sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes.

He is Styx's clone left in the Netherworld, Emperor Hades. At this time, his eyes burst into a burst of blazing light. His eyes seemed to penetrate the barrier of the palace and looked to the outside world. It was the direction of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, Fengdu City. .

"Houtu, are you going to make a move!"

Underworld Emperor slowly stood up, with anticipation in his eyes, and said with a slight smile, "If you leave, I will just explore the six realms of reincarnation, ha ha!"

"Damn it, Zhunti is plotting against my witch clan again!"

In the city of Fengdu, Hou Tu's face was gloomy, and he couldn't sit still anymore. He saw the Wu tribes being burned one after another. Those Wu tribes were all helpless, and they were plotted by the saint. They could only watch helplessly as the real fire of the sun burned them to ashes. , Deadly aggrieved, dead worthless!
"Shh!"

Houtu's figure disappeared, disappeared into the void, and the huge Fengdu city was empty at this time, and it was completely silent.

"Choo Choo Choo!"

On the prehistoric land, ten golden crows screamed and hovered in the air, raging a Wu clan tribe. Their wings vibrated, and countless sun fires fell immediately.

The true fire of the sun burns everything, everything burns, just falls down, and immediately spreads to all directions, burning everything, however, watching the fire gradually spread, all the witches in this tribe seemed to have no resistance, just waiting to die like that. As the flames fell on their bodies, their faces were distorted in pain, struggling endlessly, and finally burned to ashes!

"Zhunti, you pretend to be a saint!"

At this moment, the entire tribe was engulfed by the fire, and when the ten golden crows were about to leave with flapping wings, suddenly in the nearby void, when Zhunti was watching coldly, an angry shout suddenly came from his ear.

Here comes the back soil!

Zhunti frowned, looked at Houtu who was walking towards him step by step, with a cold face, and said in a deep voice: "Houtu, this is the general trend of heaven, do you want to stop it?"

"Hmph, Zhunti, don't be so eloquent. As a saint, you don't care about your size. You plan to plot against our Wu clan like this. Let's do it today!"

Hou Tuqiao's face was gloomy, and when he held it in his hand, a khaki-colored scepter appeared, spreading out circles of light circles, and the aura of the road of earth and the way of reincarnation was contained in it.

"The sage walks on behalf of the heavens. Your witch clan and demon clan are doomed to decline. I did this in obedience to the general trend of heaven! But since you are not convinced, so what if you do it!"

Zhunti glanced at the Ten Golden Crows who were going away, and shook his head helplessly. However, it was a foregone conclusion. Without his help, the Ten Golden Crows would not be unable to fight back. The Ten Golden Crows, today I'm afraid it is doomed!

Zhunti ignored it, the conflict between the witch clan and the demon clan has been successfully provoked, even if all ten golden crows die, it’s nothing, Zhunti’s body flickers and disappears, the battle at the saint level should be avoided as much as possible in the prehistoric world. Well, it's too devastating!

Houtu held the scepter and followed closely behind, heading to the chaos outside the sky, where the two would fight.

"The battle between Zhunti and Houtu is worth watching, and it's time to test Houtu's strength! After all, he is the master of reincarnation. Mastering reincarnation, this potential is really hard to estimate!"

With Zhunti and Houtu's move, Laozi, Yuanshi and other sages also followed with their spiritual thoughts, wanting to see how strong Houtu is!
(End of this chapter)