Great Antiquity: My Master is Nuwa

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

"Demon Emperor, the East Emperor has fallen, brothers, let's stop fighting, let's run away, run away!!!"

"Woooooo! Emperor Jiang Zuwu, Zhu Rong Zuwu, Jumang Zuwu, why did you all abandon me and other people, and your souls return to the Father?"

“”

On Buzhou Mountain, hundreds of millions of lich warriors were crying and screaming.

And some monster clan creatures even gritted their teeth and fled far away, not even going back to Heaven.

However, with the tragic death of several ancestor witches, and with Di Jun and Taiyi being killed, the thick evil spirit shrouded in the sky is gradually dissipating, and many Lich warriors have recovered their sanity.

So after knowing the tragic war, they stopped one after another! "Om!"

Just when all the creatures thought the war was over, a majestic giant appeared, standing proudly on the Buzhou Mountain, surrounded by the law of water, not like the gentleness of ordinary water, but raging and violent.

Taking a closer look, this majestic giant is not the ancestor of water, Wu Gonggong, who has performed the magic of heaven and earth. "Sister Xuanming, brothers are all wrong, such a tragic battle is like the ancient dragon, phoenix, and unicorn. The battle between the protagonists of the world. , There is no final winner, only defeat, and it will only make hundreds of millions of people die, as a sinner, my brother is not worthy of living!"

"The witch clan will be handed over to you, you must live well! Brother, go too!"

"Brother Gonggong, don't!!"

Under the glow of the black lotus, Xuan Ming let out a sad cry.

"Boom!"

But as soon as her voice fell, Gonggong drove the towering body and slammed into the Buzhou Mountain, and the world shook in an instant.

Gonggong's majestic body was instantly shaken into pieces by the terrifying impact force, and sprinkled on the prehistoric land. As a result, Gonggong also died.

"Crack!"

But just at this moment, Buzhoushan heard the sound of clack clack.

.... Immediately afterwards, under the terrified eyes of all living beings, they saw Tianzhu Buzhou Mountain.

At this moment, it was actually broken by Gonggong.

"What the bloody co-workers!"

"Buzhou Mountain is the pillar of the sky, and now it is broken, how can this be good?"

"Really a brainless person, how tyrannical Zuwu's body is, he will find his own way, and he will break the Buzhou Mountain, hateful!"

“”

The great powers of Honghuang were in an uproar, angrily scolding Gonggong for being too crazy.

"Whoosh!"

Seeing that Buzhou Mountain was smashed, even the saints couldn't sit still, and hurriedly stepped out of the dojo, rushing towards Buzhou Mountain.

"Boom!"

As Buzhou Mountain was knocked down, all beings in the prehistoric world only felt that the heavens and the earth were shaking. In the virtual sky, a big hole appeared, and the endless chaotic hurricane floated down, and the chaotic karmic fire poured down.

This is the tendency of the sky to collapse! "It's not good, run away, the sky is about to collapse!"

"What is that, that is Chaos Hurricane and Chaos Karmic Fire!"

"Escape! Escape!"

“”

In an instant, the two tribes of Lich warriors in Buzhou Mountain turned into birds scattered, and fled to the distance with all their might.

"Crash!"

At the same time, the chaotic hurricane sloping down from the big hole in the sky, the fire of karma descended, and hundreds of millions of living beings in the wild land, but those who did not go to the Daluo Jinxian Dao, once shrouded by these violent forces, would instantly disappear.

...Door...

Chapter 124 ━ The war is over, and the disaster is now! (4/5 for customization)

"Buzz!"

Lin Xuan's figure flashed, and he and Zhulong came to Xuanming's side, and at the same time, his thoughts moved slightly, and he put away the thirty-sixth grade world-destroying black lotus suspended on Xuanming's head.

"Brother! Brother!!!"

After the movement was unfettered, Xuan Ming looked at the devastated battlefield below, and couldn't help crying out in grief, the cry was pitiful and pitiful.

Following Xuan Ming's gaze, he saw that there were corpses lying everywhere under Buzhou Mountain, blood streamed into rivers, the earth collapsed, and the mountains were shattered, extremely tragic.

"This is war!"

Lin Xuan said indifferently.

"My brothers are dead, how can I still survive!"

Xuan Ming let out a pained cry, and he drummed up the power of the law, intending to rush to the virtual sky and explode himself.

"Buzz!"

But just as she made a move, she saw Lin Xuan suddenly stretch out his big hand and hold it down, like a giant hand holding up the sky, "Seven Four Seven"

It made Xuan Ming unable to move again.

"in spite of....

How sad in your heart, now there is only one ancestral witch of the Wu clan, if you die, I am afraid that the Wu clan will cease to exist and be divided and torn apart by hundreds of millions of races, is this... the result you want"

Lin Xuan's voice was like thunder, and he reprimanded Chao Xuanming sharply.

"Although I was rumored just now by the will of the Taoist friends, I want to keep a trace of fire in your witch clan, but if you are determined to seek death, I will ignore it. That's all, you can choose for yourself!"

"Buzz!"

Hearing Lin Xuan talking about the people of the Wu clan, Xuan Ming's eyes widened. Although his heart was filled with grief and anger, he didn't have any thoughts of seeking death.

Yes! The Wu clan has now lost ten ancestral shamans, and the hindu has already reincarnated in the six realms, leaving only her ancestral shaman. If she also died tragically, what should the Wu clan do? "I understand! Lin Xuandao Your great kindness, my witch clan will always remember it in my heart!"

Xuan Ming packed up his mood, bowed his hands to Lin Xuan and thanked him.

"No problem!"

Lin Xuan calmly gave up.

In fact! Just when Emperor Jiang blew himself up just now, Lin Xuan's mind sounded a voice transmission from the Lady Pingxin from hundreds of millions of miles away.

The original is this.

"Fellow Daoist Lin Xuan, I beg you, no matter what, you must keep a trace of the blood of the Wu clan, and treat it as the great cause and effect that I owe you!"

And just after Empress Pingxin's voice fell behind, the crisp sound of the system sounded again in Lin Xuan's mind.

"Ding! The system releases a random task, the task requirements: rescue Xuanming, keep the ancestor witch fire, task reward: 3 million modification points!"

As such, no matter what...

Whether it was due to the cause and effect of Empress Pingxin, or the 3 million revision points rewarded by the system quest, Lin Xuan was duty-bound to rescue Xuan Ming.

As for the ancestor Wu Gonggong, and the life and death of hundreds of millions of Lich warriors, he has nothing to do with him! "Tianzhu Zhe: Diwei Jue Tian leans to the northwest, Chen shift ground sinks to the southeast, the water of the Tianhe River , Chaos hurricane, karmic fire slants down from the sky, there may be a catastrophe in the floods, you better escape from here with the remaining clansmen!"

"Whoosh!"

As soon as the words fell, Lin Xuan didn't even look at Xuan Ming, then his body flashed and disappeared.

Xuan Ming nodded when he heard the words, bowed to Lin Xuanxiang and bowed in salute, and then shouted loudly, "People of the Wu clan, follow my footsteps and leave this Buzhou Mountain!"

"Tap tap!"

As a result, under the leadership of Xuan Ming, many surviving witch warriors evacuated from the battlefield one after another.

Buzhou Mountain was cut off, and all around was a mess, the water of the Tianhe River was flowing backwards, rolling down, and the hurricanes and karmic fires outside the chaos were also waiting for the opportunity to pour into the wild land.

The so-called water and fire are ruthless, but wherever violent energy such as the water of the Tianhe and the fire of karma passed, many surviving warriors of the two tribes of Lich were annihilated.

"Boom!"

The disaster has only just begun, and it is intensifying! It is rapidly spreading towards the wild land. Wherever it passes, no grass grows, and all life is tragically killed. .

"Not good! Those... The water of the Tianhe is about to hit, the people of the human race, hurry up and hide!"

"Damn, such a terrifying force, can our great formation be able to stop it?"

"Even the great formation arranged by the Holy Father, I'm afraid it will be difficult to compete!"

"No! No, the Holy Father God is unparalleled in the world, and the arrangement is the innate formation, how can it not stop the violent energy?"

"No matter what, all the people of the race, hurry up and hide!"

Facing the rolling river and karmic fire, the human race also rioted one after another, shouting to find a safe place.

At the same time, watching in horror at the violent force that seemed to destroy everything! "Om!"

Just when the human race was in a panic, a black dragon tore through the void and appeared above the Longevity Mountain on the coast of the East China Sea, covering the sky and the sun. On the dragon's head, a figure stood proudly.

It was Lin Xuan.

Facing the rolling river, karmic fire, and hurricane, Lin Xuan had no fear, his thoughts moved slightly, and he sacrificed the heavenly ruler.

"Shh!"

After the appearance of the divine ruler in the sky, it instantly skyrocketed to a length of ten thousand zhang, a middle-thousand world gradually evolved, and the door to the void on the divine ruler opened, bursting with infinite suction.

"Crash!"

Immediately afterwards, I saw the billowing rivers, karmic fires, and hurricanes being sucked into the thousands of worlds, and finally disappeared.

The human race below saw Lin Xuan's outburst of such heaven-defying supernatural powers, and they all knelt down and worshipped.

"It's the Holy Father!"

"He has come to save us again! Holy Father God!"

"Father's grace! Holy Father's grace!"

“”

It seems that Lin Xuan stopped those... After the violent energy, the human race shouted out in ecstasy, with a sincere and respectful tone.

At the same time, on Buzhou Mountain in the sky, but seeing the purple air coming XNUMX miles eastward, and the blossoming golden lotuses, it was the six saints of the prehistoric world who descended here.

"Everyone, it's not too late, let's do it!"

The old man said something in a low voice.