Buzhou Mountain feet, Houtu Tribe.
Houtu, who was realizing the mystery of the law, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if he had lost something important.
She opened her eyes suddenly, and immediately used the secret of soul evolution. Immediately, her eyes were filled with shock and sorrow.
"Kua Fu... my people..."
She understood instantly, and a surge of anger and sadness surged into her heart.
In a flash, he disappeared from the Houtu Tribe, and not long after, he appeared at the place where the Kua Fu team was attacked.
However, all that was left to her was the devastated and mangled body of the Witch Clan, and the remaining Yao Qi clearly pointed to the murderer--Demon Race!
"You must tell Brother Di Jiang about this."
Then, Houtu waved his sleeves and directly put away Witch Clan's body, and the figure disappeared again.
In the following hundreds of years, similar killings continued to occur throughout the wilderness.
Demon Race seemed to have completely lost his temper. Led by the major demon gods, they launched a surprise attack on the Witch Clan's people who were out.
It is worth mentioning that Fei Lian, one of Ten Great Demon Gods, was killed by Zhen Yuanzi, and Di Jun let his brother Xuan Yu take his place.
Xuan Yu is in the early stage of quasi-sage and is competent enough.
Although Witch Clan is individually tyrannical and fearless of death, due to Demon Race's absolute power and well-prepared offensive, he suffered heavy losses. Countless tribesmen were killed, and the earth was soaked in the blood of the Witch Clan.
Among them, some human-witch hybrids with partial souls burst out with astonishing fighting power in desperate situations. They used martial arts skills and tyrannical physical bodies to cause certain casualties to Demon Race, and even replaced several Demon Marshal at their own risk.
But this cannot reverse the overall situation. The number of casualties of the Witch Clan is still rising at a terrifying speed.
Inside the Pangu Hall, the remaining eleven Ancestral Witch gathered together, filling the sky with evil energy, and their roars almost overturned the roof of the palace.
"Di Jun! Taiyi! How dare you do this!"
Ancestral Witch Shebishi roared, and the space shook, "Kill my people, destroy my tribe! This hatred is irreconcilable!"
"Blood debts must be paid with blood!" Zhu Rong was in flames all over his body, and the anger in his eyes almost burst out.
"Kill Heavenly Court and avenge the clan!"
Gong Gong roared, and the water surged beneath his feet.
"Brother, there must be a conspiracy in this matter. I don't believe that Di Jun would be so disregardful of Master Dao Venerable and take action against me, Witch Clan!"
Houtu was very calm, thinking about the whole thing,
Xuan Ming had a different opinion, saying, "Little sister, Di Jun is now a saint. He is no longer afraid of us Witch Clan Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Formation. He must want to avenge his past."
"Don't forget, the saint is immortal, and there is Hongjun behind him to support him."
"But~~~"
Houtu wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Di Jiang.
"Little sister, no matter what he thinks, he is the one who attacks me Witch Clan now. If we don't fight, what will the clansmen think? We are the descendants of Father God. As long as we bully others, no one in Primordial Wilderness dares to bully us!"
At this time, Di Jiang turned around and asked Zhu Jiuyin, "Second brother, you said before that Demon Race can easily split our bodies?"
Zhu Jiuyin nodded, looking suspicious, "Yes, brother, you also know that my Witch Clan's physical body cannot be broken by ordinary Spiritual Treasure or sharp weapons, but now the body of the deceased son has obvious wounds. I suspect that it was the hands and feet of Di Jun."
Di Jiang was silent for a moment, then stood up and said, "No matter what, this account must be settled with Di Jun."
"Everyone, fight for the Witch Clan, for Father God!"
"Fight!!!"
Endless sorrow and anger gathered, Di Jiang immediately arranged for people to set foot on Thirty-three Heavens!
Houtu was worried that something would happen, so he went together.
Not long after, the Witch Clan army was assembled and headed towards Thirty-three Heavens.
"Di Jun! Taiyi! Get out and die!"
Di Jiang's roar echoed through Thirty-three Heavens.
Demon Emperor Hall The door opened, and the figures of Di Jun and Taiyi slowly walked out.
Di Jun looked calm, but there was a cold murderous intent in his eyes.
Taiyi holds Chaos Bell, his expression solemn, but there is a touch of sadness.
Behind him is the dense and murderous Demon Race army.
"You are finally here!" Di Jun's voice was indifferent, carrying the majesty of a saint.
"Stop talking nonsense! Take your life!" Zhu Rong was the first to hold back, and immediately manifested Ancestral Witch True Body, controlling the endless divine fire to rush towards Di Jun.
"The ants shake the tree."
Di Jun didn't even move, he just raised his finger, and a blast of True Sun Fire that was condensed to the extreme shot out, instantly piercing Zhu Rong's divine fire, knocking him Ancestral Witch True Body backwards, and his chest was scorched black.
"Form up!" Di Jiang shouted.
Twelve Ancestral Witches immediately occupied the mysterious position, and overwhelming evil energy surged out of their bodies, communicating with the mysterious Pangu's Will.
A statue of Pangu Phantom, standing tall and tall, vague but exuding a terrifying aura as if it were the beginning of the world, slowly condenses!
Pangu Phantom punched out, simple and direct, but containing the ultimate power Dao Rhythm, as if to reset the earth, water, fire and wind, shattering the heavens!
The Witch Clan warriors behind him also headed towards the Demon Race army regardless of their own safety.
For a time, the whole Thirty-three Heavens Slaughter was bleeding continuously.
Taiyi's expression changed and he knocked Chaos Bell!
"Boom--!"
The mighty bells swept across, trying to freeze time and space and disintegrate the shadows.
"The person I am today is no longer the person I used to be!"
Di Jun finally moved. He used Sun God Wheel and collided with Pangu Phantom's fist!
Rumble--!!!
The entire Thirty-three Heavens shook violently, and countless palaces and pavilions were turned into powder in the aftermath of the collision.
Primordial Wilderness The earth can also feel the fluctuations that destroy the heaven and the earth, and all the souls are crawling and trembling.
The power of the saint and Pangu Phantom summoned by Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Formation started an earth-shattering fight.
However, although Pangu Phantom is strong, Twelve Ancestral Witches's cultivation is uneven and difficult to last.
And Di Jun has become a saint, with endless magic power, and is even vaguely blessed by the power of Heavenly Dao.
The battle lasted for a while, and Pangu Phantom finally began to look dim.
"Crack!"
Finally, under the blow of Di Jun, Pangu Phantom let out an overwhelmed cry, and countless cracks appeared all over the body, as if it would be broken in the next second!
Pangu Phantom is led by Di Jiang.
With eyes wide open, he looked at the Demon Race army around him and the calm Di Jun, knowing that he could not win today.
He roared wildly, burned his essence and blood, and forcibly activated the last remaining Pangu's Power. He grabbed the remaining Ancestral Witch and the remaining Witch Clan warriors below, tore through the void, and fled back to Buzhou Mountain in embarrassment.
In this battle, Witch Clan was defeated miserably!
"Taiyi, remember, you can't be merciful to your enemies!"
Di Jun looked at Taiyi beside him and said coldly.
He knew that Taiyi did not take full action just now, but only used Chaos Bell to knock Witch Clan away, which did not cause any substantial damage.
Taiyi couldn't bear it, "Brother, does it have to be like this?"
Today, his attitude towards the Witch Clan is no longer as stubborn as before.
"Hmph!"
Di Jun understood Taiyi's thoughts, then snorted coldly and stopped talking.
"I didn't expect that human race was the key to breaking Witch Clan's body, that Dao Venerable Lin Tian~~~"
Looking at the Witch Clan corpses piled underneath, Di Jun was constantly thinking about something in his eyes.