"Chang Xi!"

Xihe, who was decisive in his killing, had a calm face even when death came, and his eyes showed a weak look for the first time.

His arms trembled and he caught Changxi's fallen body. Xihe tried hard to input the remaining silk magic power in his body into Changxi's body, and tears slid down his cheeks uncontrollably: "Why are you so stupid..."

Looking at Xihe who was crying, Changxi barely squeezed a smile on his pale face, and his voice was like a mosquito and flies: "Sister, I know that you bet against Di Jun because of me. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have to get involved in this great disaster."

"I was born incomplete since I was born, and my sister has been taking care of me and protecting me."

"This time, I can finally protect my sister once..."

Dots of silver-white spiritual light rose from Changxi.

That is a sign that the soul is disintegrating.

During World War II, when the quasi-saints of the Lich clans had not yet had any real casualties, the sister of the queen Xihe, Changxi, fell.

Looking at Changxi who had fallen and in vain, Xihe who had lost his combat power, Gonggong and Zhurong looked at each other and did not continue to pursue, but turned around and joined another battlefield.

First, because Xi and Changxi's sisterhood made them who are most concerned about friendship feel moved by the scene. The most important thing is that Xi and now can no longer affect the next battle situation.

With Changxi's fall, Xihe lost his combat power and fighting spirit, Gonggong and Zhu Rongteng took action, and the situation where the demon clan was already very bad was even more one-sided.

Donghuang Taiyi, who had the strongest combat power, was difficult to take down in a short time, and Di Jun shrank into the Hunyuan Heluo Formation, and it was difficult to break through in a short time. Kunpeng was slippery like a loach, but few of the twelve ancestor witches could keep up with his speed, so Gonggong and Zhurong's goals naturally fell on Fuxi.

With the addition of Gonggong and Zhurong, facing the attack of four ancestor witches, Rushou, Jumang, Gonggong and Zhurong, Fuxi's defensive, which was originally as stable as Mount Tai, collapsed instantly.

Fuxi's voice stopped abruptly, and the Eight Formations Diagrams were broken. In just a moment, Fuxi's body was injured.

Fuxi was good at defending but not attacking. However, with the combined force of the four ancestor witches, the destructive power was obviously beyond the limit he could support.

Seeing this scene, Ye Xiao blinked and found that the script seemed to be right again.

Although Xihe is seriously injured, she has not fallen.

Although Changxi fell and Ye Xiao was a pity that such a beautiful young lady disappeared like this, this did not affect the general trend of the lich.

The most important thing is that Gonggong and Zhurong also went to attack Fuxi.

If Gonggong Zhurong chose to attack Donghuang Taiyi with Dijiang and others, or to encircle and suppress Dijun with Tianwu and others, the history of the prehistoric world would change from then on.

Because as long as Di Jun and Dong Huang Taiyi die one by one, even if Fuxi, Kunpeng, Xi and them are still alive, the demon clan will become a past tense.

But attacking Fuxi...

well!

Ye Xiao can only say that these ancestral witches may sometimes really not like to use their brains.

Although from the surface, hitting Fuxi is indeed the best choice now.

After all, you have to pick the persimmons and squeeze them with soft ones, and Fuxi is indeed the best one to kill.

As long as you kill Fuxi, Rushou, Jumang, Gonggong, and Zhurong, you will be liberated, and it will be much easier to encircle and suppress Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

But the problem is that Fuxi is a soft persimmon, but he has a backend!

These ancestral witches probably forgot that the number one saint in the world after Hongjun and the only female saint in the prehistoric world is now. Nuwa, and her brother is Fuxi.

If Fuxi was just injured, Nuwa would not have taken action.

Even if Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were beaten to death by the twelve ancestor witches, Nuwa would not take action.

But now these ancestor witches actually want to kill Fuxi first...

Ye Xiao looked up at the sky, feeling a little speechless - Isn't this looking for a fight?

But thinking about it, the twelve ancestor witches are all big muscle bullies except Houtu and Xuanming. Where did they get their brains?

Faced with the attack of four ancestor witches, Fuxi was defeated very quickly.

After just a few encounters, he was seriously injured and his clothes were stained with blood.

By the way, if Rushou and the others stopped now and turned to beat Di Jun Taiyi, there might be some help.

But these honest boys were about to take advantage of his illness to kill him, and to force Fuxi to lock up the man.

Thirty-three days away.

A noble and holy figure sighed, and with a wave of his bare hands, a red shadow cut through the space and fell.

On Mount Buzhou.

Almost few people saw what was happening clearly. Everyone only saw a flash of red light, and the four of Rushou flew backwards.

The sudden shock shocked many people, but it was also expected by many people.

Fuxi, who had walked on the verge of life and death, looked at the red hydrangea in front of him and smiled bitterly: "This is my own business, you shouldn't have taken action."

Around Fuxi, a space crack appeared out of nowhere, and a noble woman stepped out of it.

After reaching out to grab the red hydrangea, the woman glanced at Fuxi: "Shut up!"

Looking at the anger in the eyes of the woman in front of her, Fuxi could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

At this moment, looking at the unique red hydrangea in the world, even if no one has seen a woman, her identity has become obvious.

The best innate spiritual treasure red hydrangea given by Taoism.

After the Taoist Ancestor, the most saint in heaven and earth.

The only female saint in the world.

Nuwa.

With Nuwa's appearance, everyone who was fighting was far apart.

Looking at Nuwa standing in front of Fuxi, Di Jiang took a deep breath and asked, "Nuwa, as a saint, do you also want to participate in this war?"

Turning his head to look at Di Jiang, Nuwa said, "If I want to participate in the war, can the four of them still stand here?"

Upon hearing this, Di Jiang looked at Rushou and found that although they were repelled by the Red Hydrangea just now, they were not traumatized.

Obviously, Nuwa had already kept her hand when she took action.

He felt a little relieved, and Di Jiang said, "Why don't you know why Saint Nuwa intervened in this battle?"

Since he knew that Nuwa was not going to stand on the side of the demon clan, Di Jiang's tone became a little polite. He did not call Nuwa's name directly, but added the title of saint.

Nuwa raised her plain hands lightly and pointed her slender jade fingers straight at Fuxi: "No matter how you fight me, he can't die."

"Although even if he dies, no one can blame him. Although I sometimes want to slap him to death, he is my elder brother after all."

Nuwa's voice sounded on Mount Buzhou, making a loud noise.

So, it is true that women are not rational and have nothing to do with their identity, status, strength, etc.
Chapter completed!