"Brother!"
The roar of Eastern Emperor Taiyi came from Lunar Star Position.
The Chaos Bell in his palm was trembling crazily, and the rotation speed of Sun Moon Stars Illusions on the clock was disordered:
"Interception Sect is coming! Let me go out!"
"No!"
Di Jun roared, Solar True Fire's eyes almost burned out his sanity:
"When you go out, Lunar Star Position is vacant, and Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array is out of balance!"
"When Du Tian Divine Fiend Great Array strikes back, our demon clan..."
He didn't finish his words.
The battlefield below.
Duobao moved.
He didn't look at Di Jun or Eastern Emperor Taiyi.
Just slowly raise Exquisite Pagoda in your palm.
The brilliance of the tower shines brightly.
"Town."
Exquisite Pagoda rose in the storm and turned into a thousand-foot giant tower in three breaths!
The tower body hangs in the sky above Demon Race Army, and the golden light from the bottom of the tower hangs down like a substance.
As the golden light passed by, the figures of hundreds of demon soldiers suddenly froze.
Their eyes widened as they watched themselves turn to stone inch by inch, starting from their toes.
Only three breaths.
Three hundred demon soldiers were all turned into stone statues.
The wind blows.
The stone statue turned into powder and scattered into the void.
And Kong Xuan on the side also moved.
Five-Colored Divine Light brushed down in the air.
Not targeting any Demon Saint.
Just brush lightly against the dark Demon Race Army.
"Whoosh!"
Wherever the divine light passes, the void disappears into pieces.
What disappeared together with the void was the densely packed monster battle formation within three thousand miles.
Thirty Thousand Demon Soldiers, two demon generals.
Without a trace.
It's like it never existed.
Golden-Winged Great Peng flaps its wings.
His speed was so fast that he didn't even leave an afterimage.
I only saw a Blood Mist exploding every three breaths in the demon formation.
Every Blood Mist is the fall of a demon general.
Saint Mother Wudang, Saint Mother Guiling, Saint Mother Jinling.
Ten Thousand Jie Sect Disciples, take all the shots.
No mercy.
No hesitation.
There is only killing.
Xing Tian was stunned in place.
He was holding Gan Qi, and Demon Blood was still dripping on top of Gan Qi.
But there is no monster left in front of him to kill.
He raised his head and looked at the fairy light of the Interception Sect flying all over the sky, and at the pieces of the Demon Race Army that fell like wheat.
He lowered his head again and looked at his bloody palms.
Suddenly laughed.
"Grandma's..."
Xing Tian cursed lowly and grinned:
"So this is... what it feels like to have reinforcements."
He finished laughing.
Raising relatives again.
He strode towards Remaining Demon Race.
The edge of the battlefield.
Di Jiang stands in the center of Du Tian Divine Fiend Great Array.
He looked at Duobao, Kong Xuan, Golden-Winged Great Peng, etc. Jie Sect Disciples.
Di Jiang was stunned.
He suddenly remembered three days ago.
Pangu Hall, the candlelight flickers.
Xuandu stood in the hall, his green clothes slightly raised, and said:
"I want Witch Clan to join Interception Sect."
At that time, he felt like a thorn in his heart.
Witch Clan is the incarnation of Pangu's Blood Essence. It claims to be Pangu Orthodox Lineage and Great Wilderness has been pioneering for hundreds of millions of years. How has it ever bowed to anyone?
Even if Three Pure Ones becomes a saint, they will just call him Fellow Daoist.
Even if the calamity is approaching, they are only prepared to fight to the death.
But Xuandu said a word and asked Witch Clan Warriors to worship Jie Sect Underling.
He agreed.
Not because of the letter Xuandu.
It's because there is no choice.
Houtu left, Du Tian Divine Fiend Great Array was left incomplete.
Yuanshi is over, Five Saints Killing Game is done.
Witch Clan If we don't seek help, our bloodline will be cut off.
So he gritted his teeth and agreed, sending Witch Clan Warriors into the Interception Sect.
But deep down in his heart, there was always a grudge.
That trace of grudge is Pangu Orthodox Lineage's pride.
It is a bloody spirit that would rather break than bend.
It is the stubbornness that Witch Clan has never left behind for hundreds of millions of years.
He thought that Witch Clan joined Interception Sect in exchange for Xuandu's help during the calamity.
But there is one more Zenith Heaven to contain Sage for the Witch Clan.
It's just... a deal.
That's all.
But at this moment.
Di Jiang looked at the thousands of the Interception Sect streams of light, and looked at the pieces of fallen Demon Race Army.
Looking at the Green Clad Figure that always faces the battlefield and is independent from Chaos Halo.
That trace of grudge completely dissipated.
"Brother."
Ju Mang's voice came from the other end of the formation, with an uncontrollable tremor:
"Jie Sect Myriad Immortals... all are here."
"Not one or two people, not thirty or fifty."
"That's all."
Di Jiang did not answer.
He just slowly raised his hand and pressed it on his heart.
There, Pangu Bloodline is rushing.
There, Ancestral Witch instinct is roaring.
There, an emotion that has never been seen in hundreds of millions of years is taking root.
That's not gratitude.
Interception Sect does not need the gratitude of the Witch Clan.
Xuandu is even more unnecessary.
That's... recognition.
"Heh..."
Di Jiang chuckled.
The laughter was hoarse, but it carried an unprecedented sense of joy.
He looked up.
Looking at That Green Clad Figure.
Xuandu still has his back to the battlefield, and still stands in Chaos Halo with his hands behind his back.
He didn't look back.
He didn't even look at Jie Sect Myriad Immortals.
It's like those thousands of the Interception Sect streams of light, the pieces of the Demon Race Army that have fallen, and the Demon Court destiny that is about to overturn.
It was just a child that he dropped casually and took for granted.
Di Jiang suddenly understood.
Xuandu never regarded Witch Clan as a chess piece.
If it is really a chess piece, why let Jie Sect Myriad Immortals be robbed?
If it was really a deal, why would we need to send all the core disciples?
With the power of Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array Fully Open, Quasi-Saint is also inevitable.
Jie Sect Myriad Immortals enters this battlefield to be injured.
It is going to perish.
Duobao, Kong Xuan, Golden-Winged Great Peng, Wu Dang, Gui Ling, Jin Ling...
Which one is not the foundation of the Interception Sect?
Which one is not Tongtian's heart-throb?
But here they come.
They're all here.
Just to help Witch Clan and destroy Demon Court.
"Fellow Daoist Xuandu..."
Di Jiang spoke in a low voice, so soft that only he could hear:
"I owe you my life."
"Witch Clan owes you a life."
He paused.
Look up.
His eyes penetrated the fog of Du Tian Divine Fiend Great Array's formation and landed on the 365 main stars opposite.
It fell on the dark golden figure of Solar Star Position.
It falls on Lunar Star Position, the bell with chaotic sounds, Chaos Bell.
It fell on Di Jun's eyes that finally showed fear.
Di Jiang spoke slowly.
The voice is not high.
But just like the first heartbeat at the beginning of World Creation, it was steady, heavy and unquestionable.
"Witch Clan Warriors."
"Listen to my orders."
In the formation diagram, Eleven Ancestral Witches all raised their heads.
Ju Mang was full of vitality, but all peace was gone, leaving only murderous intent.
Zhu Rong The sky is burning with blazing flames, but there is nothing irritable about it, only an extremely oppressive coldness.
Gong Gong was raging like a wave, but it no longer roared. It just poured the power of the Sky River into the formation eyes in silence.
Ru Shou, Xuan Ming, Qiang Liang, Zhu Jiuyin, Tian Wu, Xi Zi, She Bi Shi.
The ten Ancestral Witch all restrained all their unnecessary emotions at this moment.
There is only one thing left, the will to fight.
The voice of Di Jiang resounded throughout the battlefield.
"Attack with all your strength!"
The four words spit out, such as Pangu Axe split Chaos!
"This battle..."
He paused.
His eyes swept through the thousand Interception Sect streams of light, swept through Duobao's palms, Exquisite Pagoda suppressed thousands of demons, swept through Kong Xuan Five-Colored Divine Light and wiped out thousands of armies.
Sweeping over the fallen demon soldiers and the battle formation of the demon clan that finally collapsed.
It swept over Di Jun's livid face and Eastern Emperor Taiyi's trembling palms.
Scanning the Green Clad Figure who always had his back turned.
"In this battle, Demon Court will be destroyed!"