Chapter 80 The Lich Showdown!
"The sect you established does not have a disciple yet. This is not acceptable." Nuwa said slowly and looked at Di Fang.
Di Fang also nodded.
The imperial road to sanctification is preaching + establishing a religion! !
The emperor has done evangelism, but the emperor has not done anything about recruiting disciples. This is the key thing. Establishing a religion means recruiting disciples.
Just like me, at least one direct disciple should be accepted, as well as some named disciples, just to perfunctory the way of heaven.
Otherwise, you are lying to Heaven, and the one who will be unlucky in the end will be the Emperor himself.
The emperor is also about to start recruiting disciples.
……
Not Zhoushan!
The eleven ancestral witches gathered together, and the wind and clouds in the sky stirred up the tribulation energy between heaven and earth.
Di Jun and Tai Yi are also leading the demon clan to prepare for the final battle. This battle is related to the position of the overlord of heaven and earth.
The good news is that the twelve ancestral witches are incomplete, and now there are only eleven ancestral witches left. The Dutian Shensha Formation that threatens the most, the twelve ancestral witches have no way to set up the formation.
The bad news is that there are eleven Ancestral Witches, all of whom are at the pinnacle of Quasi-Saints. It is not that simple to kill them.
But now both lich tribes know that the two sides are in a life-and-death situation. There is no talk of peaceful coexistence, which is basically impossible.
"Woo~~~~~" The sound of the ancient horn resounded throughout the world.
The war horn of the Wu clan has sounded.
The air of chilling interweaving between heaven and earth filled the air, and countless witch clans gathered together. Eleven ancestral witches, great witches, Xingtian, Kuafu, Houyi, etc. were ready.
"kill!!"
The eleven ancestral witches took the lead. After arranging the women and children of the witch clan, they directly led the large army of the witch clan to the thirty-sixth level.
"kill!"
The eyes of Emperor Jun were disillusioned, and endless galaxies were flowing in them. Between the birth and death of the world, the ancient stars vibrated and resonated with each other.
Zhoutian star formation!
The eleven ancestral witches went directly to Daluotian, where Emperor Jun and Taiyi were located.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Di Jun looked at Di Jiang and said in a deep voice. The karma on his body was generated, and a distorted scarlet light emerged.
"Di Jun, our grudges will be settled with a battle today!!" Di Jiang looked at Di Jun and said in a deep voice.
Taiyi's eyes were cold, like a sword from the sky, splitting the heaven and earth between them.
The Chaos Bell rings.
The bell of destruction is coming, destroying three thousand worlds! !
clang!
Zhu Rong burst out with terrifying power, the endless vast Nanming Lihuo merged into Zhu Rong's body, and the divine patterns of the avenue emerged, interweaving disillusionment.
"Kill!!" Taiyi looked at Zhu Rong. They were old rivals. With the Chaos Clock, Taiyi didn't lose at all.
"I'm coming too." Dao lines appeared on Gonggong's body, and he also suppressed Taiyi directly with boundless weak water.
Taiyi's long golden hair was flying, the sun, moon and stars were disillusioned around it, and the sun appeared behind Taiyi one after another.
The true fire of the sun is also not weaker than the existence of Nanming Lihuo.
"Destroy the Three Thousand Realms!!" Taiyi roared, long golden hair flying and intertwined with disillusionment, and the bell rang, a faint doomsday bell.
The world began to collapse.
Gong Gong, Zhu Rong's body showed cracks, but he continued to charge towards Tai Yi without any fear.
The thirty-sixth layer of the sky was dyed red with blood.
Endless witches and monsters fell here.
The entire ancient world turned scarlet, and the killing atmosphere of the great catastrophe filled the ancient world.
Some prehistoric creatures with unstable minds were affected by the tribulation energy and began to kill each other.
Although there was no dark turmoil in the ancient world, there were catastrophes that were more terrifying than the dark turmoil.
Thirty-sixth level in the sky.
Emperor Jun headed towards Hetu Luoshu and attacked the Emperor River.
Di Jiang looked at Di Jun indifferently, and fought directly towards Di Jun. The space was disillusioned and changed, and Di Jiang's body emerged in countless spaces.
"Kill!!" The Hetuluoshu above Emperor Jun's head glowed with a majestic light.
The endless mountains, rivers and rivers were evolving and intertwining, and finally they evolved into a wild world that came out and suppressed it directly towards the Dijiang River.
"You can't do it!!" Di Jiang said in a deep voice, carrying the prehistoric world on his shoulders and walking towards Di Jun. His body was so terrifying that no one without an innate treasure could break through the true form of the ancestral witch.
"Kill." Di Jun looked at Di Jun with coldness in his eyes. The endless sun rose up and burned the world. The golden sun's true fire burned blazingly.
Both sides have no way out and can only continue to fight here.
"Brother, be careful!" Zhu Jiuyin's voice sounded.
He saw a glimpse of the future.
Di Jiang was pierced through the true form of the ancestral witch by Di Jun with a supreme weapon.
"It's too late." Di Jun's eyes were filled with ferocious light, and he burst out with endless murderous thoughts.
A fierce weapon appeared in Di Jun's hand.
"Kill!" Di Jun held the witch-slaying sword and penetrated Di Jiang's body directly.
Di Jiang looked at the pierced body, it was so unreal, countless injustice souls roared, impacting Di Jiang's true life! !
The pure-blooded witch clan has no soul but only true life.
Although Di Jiang's true destiny was combined with his martial will, he could not withstand the impact of tens of billions of human souls.
"Death!" A fierce light flashed in Di Jiang's eyes. Regardless of his body being penetrated, he shattered the endless time and space with one punch and directly beat Di Jun into a blood mist.
At the same time, Di Jiang stood on the spot, with the most ferocious weapon on his chest.
Witch-slaying sword!
Click!
Di Jiang's true life was shattered, and his martial arts will dissipated.
Dijiang, died! !
Di Jun condensed his body again, and Di Jiang's body fell straight down from the thirty-sixth level.
"Brother!" The sorrowful and angry voices of the ancestral witches resounded throughout the world.
Chaos Island.
Di Fang opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Buzhou Mountain. Di Jiang had fallen.
This is also within the expectations of the emperor. After all, the shortcoming of the Witch Clan is that although the true life is combined with the will of martial arts, the physical body is very powerful.
But the shortcomings are also very obvious, and his true destiny is extremely weak.
Facing such a ferocious weapon as the Witch-Slaying Sword, the true form of the ancestral witch is also very fragile. Not to mention the impact of tens of billions of wronged souls of human beings, it is strange that Dijiang can withstand it.
"The first one." Di Jun's hoarse voice sounded, looking at the remaining ten ancestral witches.
"Di Jun, I want you to die!" Zhu Jiuyin directly attacked and killed Di Jun.
Di Jiang's death made the entire Wu clan feel sad and angry.
Di Jiang's body, which also fell from the thirty-sixth level of the sky, was wrapped in a thick mass of mysterious light and sent back to the underworld.
The other saints just looked at this scene, although some were greedy for the true form of the ancestral witch, which was very powerful when used to refine weapons or puppets.
But that would undoubtedly offend Ping Xin, the master of the underworld.
Therefore, Pingxin recovered Di Jiang's body without any hindrance.
"Zhu Jiuyin, your opponent is me." Fuxi stood in front of Zhu Jiuyin.
Zhu Jiuyin looked at Fu Xi with red eyes. At this time, Zhu Jiuyin didn't care so much anymore. He didn't care whether you were the brother of a saint or not.
No one cares about Fuxi's identity anymore.
"Kill!" Time flies, the avenues intertwine, and a chaotic time war spear appears in Zhu Jiuyin's hand.
