A group of great masters standing at the top of the pyramid of the prehistoric world fell one after another, and the impact it brought made the entire prehistoric world silent.

Even the Buzhou Mountain, which is transformed by Pangu's spine, exists as a pillar of heaven, is a tall and magnificent mountain in this case, looks a bit thin.

The top of Mount Buzhou.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi's remnant souls looked at each other and dissipated at the same time.

Before dissipating, Di Jun looked back at the direction of the Heavenly Court.

Fortunately, he did not let Xihe and Xiaoshi participate in this decisive battle.

Fortunately.

And on the battlefield on the other side.

Seeing the ancestral witches taking turns to self-destruct, Rushou and Jumang, who were fighting with Fuxi, also died calmly.

Under the power of the two ancestor witches, Fuxi's strings sounded, but it was still difficult to stop the power of the ancestor witch's self-explosion.

The ancestor of gold, Rushou, the ancestor of wood, Jumang, and the demon clan Xihuang Fuxi, fell.

At the same time, the demon master Kunpeng, who was not good at it, faced the group of ancestral witches who exploded one after another, and stopped fighting.

Relying on his own speed, he directly threw away Gonggong and Zhurong, left this battlefield, and fled directly.

Before leaving, he even took away the Hetu Luoshu, which had become a masterless thing because of Di Jun's death.

I can only say that Kunpeng is a little bit self-aware.

Although the Donghuang Bell, well, it should be called the Chaos Bell now.

Although the Chaos Bell has become a masterless thing now, Kunpeng knows very well that after he grabs the Hetu Luoshu, he may be able to keep it with his own strength, but the Chaos Bell...

He still wants to live well.

Kunpeng is very neat and neat.

There is no trace of mud and water.

The neatness and neatness both Gonggong and Zhurong were a little confused.

Kunpeng ran away, who did they ask for to self-destruct?

On Mount Buzhou, with the continuous self-destruction of the ancestor witches, all the demon demons with some eyes have fled everywhere - the Demon Emperor, Donghuang, and Xihuang have all fallen, and the demon master has also escaped. Are they still staying here to wait for death?

Those who did not take the opportunity to escape were mostly killed by continuous self-destruction.

In short, both the witch clan and the demon clan had heavy casualties, and one out of ten was not allowed.

The demon gods in the Daluo Jinxian realm of the demon clan have fallen, and even the ten demon saints have fallen by several.

The great witches of the witch clan were also killed and injured.

Looking at each other, Gonggong Zhurong looked at Xuan Ming with a confused look not far away, and Chi You who had been seriously injured, and both sighed.

He walked over and picked up Chiyou, and Gonggong came to Xuanming.

Throwing Chiyou at Xuanming's feet, Gonggong said: "My sister Xuanming, take Chiyou's brothers, and the rest of the men, let's go."

"Walk?"

Xuan Ming looked at Gonggong in front of him, and a sad look appeared on his beautiful face: "Where can we go?"

When Houtu was transformed into a cycle of reincarnation, the one who suffered the biggest blow was Xuanming, who had the best relationship with Houtu.

Now, the trauma caused by Houtu has not yet healed, and the brothers left her one by one.

This will have a huge blow to Xuanming.

He reached out and touched Xuan Ming's head, Gonggong said, "I know you still have complaints about the Houtu girl, but now the only one who can protect my witch clan from immortality is the only one who can protect my witch clan from immortality. Take the children and go to the underworld. We can die, but the witch clan cannot be destroyed. The Pangu Temple left by the Father God still needs to be protected by the witch clan. Don't forget our original mission."

"Pangu Palace..."

Xuan Ming slowly closed his eyes.

Yes, the original mission of the Twelve Ancestral Witches was just to protect Pangu Temple.

When did they change their original intention?

"I'll take them away, where are those two brothers?"

After a long time, Xuan Ming opened his eyes again and looked at Gonggong in front of him and Zhu Rongdao not far away.

Gonggong and Zhurong looked at each other, and the two men who had been fighting for countless years looked at each other and smiled.

"Brother and the others have already taken the lead. How can we brothers not keep up? Little sister, I feel wronged. Live well, not for yourself, but for the witch clan."

After saying that, Gonggong whistled to the sky.

Zhu Rong was resolute.

"Born in Buzhou, die in Buzhou."

"Life comes together, death goes together."

"Brother, we are here!"

boom!

Under the gaze of countless eyes, the ancestor witch of water, Gonggong, and Zhurong, the ancestor witch of fire, resolutely showed the true body of the ancestor witch and crashed towards Buzhou Mountain.

Even if they were ancestor witches and hitting them head-on on Buzhou Mountain, they would burst out brains on the spot and died of a life of death.

Xuan Ming slowly closed his eyes.

A line of clear tears slid from the corners of my eyes.

After a long time, she slowly opened her eyes, looked at the few remaining witches of the Witch Clan and the men of the Witch Clan gathered around her, and ordered with a deserted expression: "Let's go."

Xuanming left.

With the few remaining witch clans.

Everyone understands that after today, the two lich tribes that once dominated the world have nothing to do with the four words "heaven and earth overlord".

The remaining witch clan, Xuanming, left Buzhou Mountain under the leadership of the remaining witch clan.

The remaining demon clan also scattered.

No one cares about them.

Now everyone's attention is on the supreme treasure hanging high on the top of Mount Buzhou, the Chaos Bell.

As soon as the Emperor Dong died, the Chaos Bell became a masterless thing.

There is also the witch-slaughtering sword next to the Chaos Bell that kills ancestor witches like killing chickens and dogs.

Even a saint cannot be moved by such treasures.

Compared with these two treasures, the remaining lich tribes are insignificant.

However, no one knows that in a place where no one can see it, inside Buzhou Mountain, huge cracks spread rapidly inside the mountain like dragons and snakes walking.

............

Heaven.

The Great Sun Palace.

The demon saint Shang Yang dressed in colorful feathered clothes hurriedly broke in from outside.

"Shang Yang, what happened? You look like you are in a hurry."

Xihe's voice came from Dari Palace.

Shang Yang looked up and found Xihe standing outside the hall gate looking at her calmly.

"Shang Yang, on the order of Your Majesty, escort the Empress and the Tenth Prince to Yingzhou Immortal Island."

Half kneeled under the steps, Shang Yang said with a serious expression.

Seeing Shang Yang's face full of dust and tired look, and feeling the magic power fluctuations in her body that were far inferior to usual, Xihe's expression was slightly positive and asked, "What happened?"

After a moment of silence, Shang Yang said truthfully: "Empress, the demon clan, was defeated. Your Majesty, the Eastern Emperor, and the Emperor Xi fell and the demon master defected. He also asked the Empress to go to Yingzhou Immortal Island, and the Heavenly Court could no longer stay."

Xihe was silent.

After a long time, she asked slowly, "Where is the witch clan?"

"When I go back to the Empress, both sides will suffer. The Lich is already a thing of the past. But I don't have to worry. We will protect the safety of the Empress and the Tenth Prince in any case. This is what Your Majesty means."

Looking at Shang Yang with a firm look on his face, Xihe was silent for a while, and finally said slowly: "Let's go."

Behind the hall gate, Jinwu Xiaoshi listened quietly to all this, and at some point he was already bursting into tears.
Chapter completed!