The Heavenly Court did not move, or was suppressed by Qingyang Island, and it was unable to move. The Witch Clan lacked Houtu, and the Twelve Du Tian Shenxian Formation could not be used. However, the Twelve Du Tian Shenxian Formation could not be used. The Witch Clan changed other methods. The ancestor witches came forward to kill people directly, and the human heavenly army had already damaged half of them. Now they still had to use their superior forces to restrain the ancestor witches, and the other little witches took advantage of the opportunity to slaughter the human race.

The departure of Houtu cannot stop the human race from being slaughtered. In just ten years, the human race has dropped sharply from tens of millions to a hundred years. If the battle continues like this, the human race will be destroyed just around the corner. At the foot of Qingqiu Mountain, there are children crying and adults shouting, which is extremely miserable.

The human spirits were everywhere on the prehistoric land, and the blood was surging in the hearts of Houtu, who had wanted to travel all over the prehistoric land. Looking at these angry ghosts of the human race, Houtu felt ashamed, shy, and even more angry. She still wanted to make a final try, hoping that her brothers could follow the way of heaven and put down the butcher knife of killing. She wanted to advise her brothers again at the last moment of her life that it would be a shore to turn back.

Qingqiu Mountain, Ancestral Witch Concentration Camp

Houtu sat upright in his position with an unhappy expression, while the other eleven ancestor witches were excited, including Xuanming, countless blood and killings appeared in the corners of their eyes. Houtu, who had been silent for a long time, spoke again: "Brothers, may my slaughter of human race be harmed by heaven?"

"Miss Houtu, do you still know how to come back?" Di Jiang said with an unhappy look: "What does it mean to hurt the heavens? Don't forget that the human race was created by the saint of the demon race, Nuwa, and will surely unite with the demon race in the future. By then, these two giants will unite, and our witch race will be in danger! Besides, the human race has overbreeding, and it is already a sign of snatching food from our witch race. Such a race cannot be kept."

"But..." Houtu stopped talking for a moment and said, "But, behind the human race, there are the saints of the demon clan, the saints of the human race are supported, and there are also the saints of the people, and the saints of Qingyang Island. Now that we are doing this, the three saints join forces to attack, what can we do for the witch clan? At that time, the witch clan will be destroyed faster! And, and......"

"Hehe!" Gonggong smiled treacherously and said, "Don't worry, sister. Now that the girl is back, I am here, and I am still afraid of the saints."

After hearing Gonggong's words, Houtu felt powerless. These brothers were all brainless figures. What a saint. What's more, there was a white robber behind the human race. Looking at these ancestral witches with great confidence, Houtu said helplessly: "Even if this is the case, excessive killing may hurt Tianhe. When the punishment of the Heavenly Way is reduced, we will not be able to bear it. Please think twice! "

"Sister Houtu, I don't agree with your opinion this time. Now is a great opportunity for my witch clan to unify the prehistoric world. I missed it, and I don't know how many years it will take. If these ant human race die, it's better than my witch clan's death! Isn't it always circulating on the prehistoric land? Isn't it true that I die for the sake of dying fellow Taoists? Now we have to do this in order to survive. If we want to blame, we can only blame the injustice of the Heavenly Dao!" Xuan Ming, who didn't want to interrupt, suddenly made Houtu feel at a loss.

"My sister Xuanming's words are justified. If you die, fellow Taoists will not die. I will be too cunning! There are so many people in the prehistoric world. If we are so upright, I am afraid that my witch clan will be destroyed in the future. In order to protect my witch clan, we must massacre all the human race, otherwise it will cause great trouble in the future!" Di Jiang said heavily.

"Boss this is right!" Everyone agreed in unanimously.

Seeing that these brothers were determined to slaughter the human race, Houtu felt compassionate in his heart, he had no way to refute it. After all, she was also a witch clan. If she saw her children die one by one at the hands of the demon clan, her heart would also hurt. So she could only remain silent and shake her head secretly.

"Boss, I suddenly discovered something recently!" Zhu Jiuyin said.

"Hmm?" Di Jiang raised his head slightly and said, "What's the matter?"

Zhu Jiuyin smiled evilly and said, "The human race in the prehistoric world has been slaughtered by us, but these human races still have their souls after death. These dark things are full of evil spirits, but they can restrain the soul of the demon race. If we gather all these ghosts and refine them into a magic weapon, then the battle of the lich will surely conquer the universe!"

"Not proper!" Before Di Jiang could make a statement, Houtu hurriedly said: "We have slaughtered the human race to the servants and have to take the Yin God. This is too much, and Houtu will never agree to do so!"

Seeing Houtu so objection, everyone did not say anything, and their eyes were all concentrated on Di Jiang. As the boss of the twelve ancestor witches, Di Jiang had to make a choice. However, from these people's eyes, Di Jiang knew that this killing was inevitable. In order to preserve his tribe, he still could not be merciful as the patriarch.

After a long time, Di Jiang slowly stood up and came to Houtu, and smiled bitterly, "Miss Houtu, you are kind-hearted and all brothers and sisters know. But this matter is related to the fortune of the witch clan, and it is not a time for kindness. It is not uncommon for intrigue on the prehistoric land. If I don't kill people, I will kill me. Do you want to see all my witch clans die at the hands of the demon clan?"

"What the boss said is very much. Sister Houtu, my witch tribe has consumed too much power in this battle with the human race. Everyone is just fighting for a glimmer of life. In the future, the human race will disappear, and the Lich war will inevitably be inevitable. If we don't have a killing move now, my witch tribe will be in danger in the future!"

Di Jiang also said with a heavy face at this moment: "Mistress Houtu, you have great compassion, my elder brother knows it in his heart. But I want you to think about it, my witch clan has no place to stand in my place, what can I do for you? Can your great compassion take care of my witch clan's bloodline? After all, we are your brothers and sisters!"

"But......" Hou Tu immediately stood up and wanted to say something, but Zhu Rong on the side said: "Girl, why do you have such a kindness? My witch clan is originally the bloodline of the great god Pangu, and the essence of the great god Pangu. Is our lives not as good as those ant human race?"

"This......" Houtu couldn't deal with it for a moment.

At this moment, Houtu just thought in his heart: This is the numerology, how can we force it? What Brother Qingyang said is the right reason. Thinking of this, Houtu silently walked out of the tent, knelt down on the ground with a thud, looked at the Yin God floating all over the sky, Houtu murmured to himself: "There are many souls in the world, and the Nine Nether Yins is incomplete. Today, Houtu made a great vow of heaven and earth, wishing to achieve benevolence with his body, transform into the six realms of reincarnation, and use the full Yin Master to calm the anger of the human race! The six realms of reincarnation are completed, and humans and ghosts are at peace! The six realms of reincarnation are revealed!"

The Wu tribes heard the sound and exclaimed: "Miss Houtu, don't......"
Chapter completed!