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Chapter 108 Fierce Battle
Chapter 108 Fierce Battle
The hand that pierced through the air and took away Fuxi's true spirit was exactly what Zhen Yuanzi did.

At that time, he carefully observed the battlefield, especially the battle circle on Dijun's side, and felt a little strange.

Originally, Di Jun gave him the feeling that he was an angry dragon fighting to the death, but after Fuxi joined, the pressure weakened, and after thousands of attacks, Di Jun's attacks actually showed a tendency to weaken.

If Fuxi hadn't appeared, with Di Jun's cultivation base, even if his strength was exhausted, he wouldn't be so fast.

At this time, Di Jun seized this opportunity to take a breath for the sake of the overall situation, but the battle was so cruel, maybe in just one thought, everything would be different.

Di Jun is confused.

The soul in Zhen Yuanzi's body came from later generations, and he even dabbled in history and military affairs. Seeing this, he felt something was wrong.

Fuxi's sudden death later proved that Zhen Yuanzi's thoughts were correct.

The ancestral witches who were fighting against Dijun retreated, accumulating the power to kill Fuxi; the rest of the ancestral witches resisted the attack of a group of demon saints, turned around and trapped Dijun.

And Fuxi, who was separated, faced the joint attack of several ancestor witches, even if he survived, he must be seriously injured and unable to fight again.

But at this time, the old wounds on Fuxi's body broke out, and his whole body's cultivation was vented, and he was almost exposed in front of the dragon of law without defense.

When Zhen Yuanzi saw this, although he had some calculations in his heart, he was suddenly taken aback, and secretly took action to protect his soul.

In the future, Fuxi will have a predestined relationship with the human race, but at this time, it is absolutely impossible to destroy both body and spirit.

However, the movement of Zhen Yuanzi's attack was extremely small, and the fluctuations in the battlefield above were violent and never stopped. Naturally, he could not feel that Fuxi's primordial spirit had been secretly rescued.

And the rest of the quasi-sages hiding here all felt a familiar aura.

After a while, when they realized that it was Zhen Yuanzi's breath, they had different expressions.

The two in the west had weird expressions. They couldn't tell whether they were happy or disgusted with Zhen Yuanzi, but they were more complicated and jealous.

On the other hand, Yuanyuan had a displeased face, with a look of jealousy appearing on his face.

On the contrary, Tongtian felt joyful and thought: Since fellow Taoist Zhenyuanzi is here, there must be treasures here, and this trip is worthwhile.

Lao Tzu's expression was calm, and his aura became more and more secretive.

In the Wohuang Palace, Nu Wa felt that it was Zhen Yuanzi who rescued Fuxi, and she was also relieved.

With the power of merit, she has already been sanctified at this time. If she had acted earlier, she might be able to save her brother's true spirit, but she would definitely be punished by heaven.

Now that Zhen Yuanzi offered to help, it was already the best result.

At that moment, Nuwa sent a voice to Zhen Yuanzi, saying: "Thank you, Brother Dao, for saving Nuwa's elder brother."

When Zhen Yuanzi heard Nuwa's voice in his head, he also smiled in his heart, and said, "You are welcome, Saint Nuwa."

"You and I have a very close relationship, and I also admire Brother Fuxi's character. At this time, saving Brother Fuxi's true spirit, so as not to destroy his body and spirit, is also a proper meaning."

Nu Wa also smiled, but when Zhen Yuanzi said that the two had a very close relationship, her heart trembled, and she expressed her gratitude again with a little shame in her heart.

Zhen Yuanzi said in his heart again: "I feel that brother Fuxi will have a great way in the future, let him go to the underworld today, wait for reincarnation, and achieve the great way in the future."

Nuwa is already a saint at this time, and she also senses that her brother will have a great opportunity in the future. At this time, when Zhen Yuanzi said it, she was taken aback for a moment, and then she was shocked that Zhen Yuanzi was so favored by heaven.

Since the two had the same thoughts, Nu Wa naturally agreed.

Immediately, Zhenyuanzi threw Fuxi's true spirit into the underworld, and after the Houtu in the underworld sensed Zhenyuanzi's will, he also let one of the ten kings of hell take over Fuxi's true spirit, and let him start on the road of reincarnation .

And just when Zhen Yuanzi secretly rescued Fuxi's true spirit, in the void.

Di Jun, Kunpeng and a group of demon saints all looked shocked.

At the last moment, they had completely suppressed a group of ancestral witches, seeing that the other party was about to be unable to hold on.

But the next moment, it was their side who died first, a demon saint.

Fuxi died.

It happened so suddenly that even the ancestor witches were stunned for a moment.

They expected that Fuxi would resist resistance, but they never thought that the hidden wounds on Fuxi's body would suddenly break out and be directly bombarded and killed by the dragon of law they jointly photographed.

But the battle has come to this point, and it has long been a situation of endless death, and the great powers of the two clans have also woken up from their shock.

The next moment, a more violent battle broke out.

If it was said that Di Jun and the others attacked with anger before, it was a last-ditch battle, then at this time, the two clans both gave up defense and only attacked, it was a battle to the death.

After this battle, either you die or I die.

"boom!"

Kunpeng flapped its huge wings, and the violent tornado tore through the void, rushing towards Zuwu in front of him.

That ancestor witch is the ancestor witch of wind, Tianwu.

I saw his eight legs closed one after another, breathing out clouds and mist, and his eight tails stirred wildly in it, and several tornadoes also rose.

The confrontation between the tornado and the tornado, while making a loud noise, dragged many people from the two tribes below into the nine heavens.

Kunpeng waved its wings and rushed up to the sky, then turned down, like a sky eagle preying on it, and rushed down brazenly.

When Wu saw this that day, he gathered all his strength, the law of wind lingered on the eight tails, and when they swung, eight tornadoes rushed forward.

Kunpeng's body that fell suddenly began to spin, and with layers of clouds, he turned himself into a tornado, tearing the eight tornadoes instantly.

Tian Wu was terrified, with eight legs stepping on the clouds and mist, Eight Tails slapped the void like a whip, countless wind blades tore through the void, and rushed towards Kunpeng.

Some of the wind blades were crushed by the tornado brought by Kunpeng, while more were cut on Kunpeng's huge body.

For a moment, blood and feathers flew.

Kunpeng neighed, rushing towards Tianwu with a sense of madness beyond the pain.

"Sarah—"

The two collided together, and the next moment, Tian Wu was instantly torn into pieces by Kunpeng's sharp claws and the tornado, turning into a rain of flesh and blood.

Kunpeng was also seriously injured and almost fell to the ground.

Without waiting for other ancestral witches to intercept him, he endured the severe pain, forced his breath, and quickly fled here.

On the other side, Di Jun was in the rage of losing his friend, regardless of how many attacks he had received, he always shot crazily at Zu Wu in front of him.

The law of fire lingered on the body of the ancestor witch. It was Zhu Rong. He had a violent personality and refused to resist. He was simply beaten, but he fought back vigorously, and his body was also full of scars.

After thousands of confrontations, Di Jun braced the fire dragon that Zhu Rong fired, and when the law of fire around him was weak, he threw out a magic weapon brazenly.

It is the Eastern Emperor Bell left by Tai Yi!

I saw that the Eastern Emperor Bell covered Zhu Rong inside, and then Di Jun leaned forward and slammed a pair of fists on the Eastern Emperor Bell.

Thousands of punches were thrown out in an instant.

The sound waves in the Eastern Emperor Bell vibrated and resounded throughout the prehistoric world.

When Di Jun stopped to catch his breath, his hands were dripping with blood, and there was no trace of Zhu Rong in the Donghuang Bell except for the dust with a little flame.

(End of this chapter)