Starting in the Primordial World: I Can Traverse All Heavens

Chapter 192 Lich war, heavy casualties

192 chapter

On the top of Buzhou Mountain, in front of the Qiankun Cauldron, the sage Nuwa raised her bare hands lightly, and 360 six colored stones flew out of the cauldron, projecting into the sky one after another.

As the saying goes, there are 360 ​​five stars in the sky. At this moment, there are 360 ​​five five-color stones taking care of each other. In response, an extra five-color stone appears.

When Saint Nuwa saw the extra five-color stone, she didn't care and threw it into a deserted land.

At this time, Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun had already used the authority of the saint to kill the black turtle in the North Sea, and its limbs were properly placed in the four directions of the mainland as the four pillars of heaven.

All the saints took action together and quickly stabilized the situation. Then Saint Nuwa quarried stones to mend the sky. However, in a short period of time, the sky no longer had the same scars as before, but was as smooth and flat as before.

Suddenly, the invisible power of merit appeared. Astonishingly, this time the merit of mending the sky came, and all the saints present had it. However, the harvest of fishing like Xu Ning was quite small, and the big head still fell to Nuwa and even On Yuanshi's body.

However, Xu Ning noticed that Saint Nuwa's face seemed to change slightly after receiving the merits of heaven and earth, and her aura also weakened.

"It's really the demon clan's plan, and it's backfired." Xu Ning knew clearly in his heart, and collected the power of merit he had gained.

What happened here, when the saints were about to return, they were suddenly shocked to hear bursts of roaring sounds from the 33rd level of heaven. Looking carefully, they realized that starting from the Lingxiao Palace, every level of the 33rd level of heaven was full of people. Demon soldiers and demon generals.

In the first heaven, the demon wind suddenly rose, war drums beat, and ten demon gods gathered in front of the formation to control countless armies.

Saints such as Sanqing, Zhunti, and Jieying had already received warnings from Heaven and knew that there would be a battle, so they were not surprised.

However, Saint Nuwa's expression changed slightly. According to the demon clan's plan, this battle should not proceed so quickly. Apparently something happened that she was not aware of.

It's just that the big battle is about to start, and all saints are banned from entering the arena. Even though Nu Wa is anxious, she has no choice but to fight on the outside.

"Everyone, just wait for the war to end." After Xu Ning said that, the blue light soared upwards and returned directly to the spirit world.

Sanqing, Zhunti and Yingying also retreated one after another. Nuwa put away the Qiankunding and other spiritual treasures, glanced at the monster army, and returned to Liguang's field in desperation.

On the earth, facing the war songs of the demon clan in the sky, the witch clan was not unresponsive.

In the main hall of the Wu Clan, the image of Saint Hou Tu appeared here, with huge battle flags floating next to him, and endless wild power spreading on them.

At the same time, she moved her fingers lightly, and a stream of gentle and powerful power went towards the injured Gonggong and Zhurong.

With the inflow of this power, Hou Tu, who had just been promoted to a saint, suddenly showed signs of emptiness and pale face. However, the power in her body was not cut off, and she still treated Zhu Rong and Gong Gong's injuries tenaciously.

Finally, with Hou Tu's continuous rescue, Zhu Rong's injuries were wiped away, and Gong Gong, who was unconscious due to the karma of touching Bu Zhou Shan, finally woke up and opened his eyes.

When Hou Tu saw his two brothers waking up, he forced a smile, and then the image turned into bubbles and dissipated.

"This..." Gonggong dragged his painful body up, not knowing what happened.

"It's too late to explain, come with me." Di Jiang came to Gonggong and helped him to the ancient land.

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Above the sky, the battle formation was laid out, not the 360 ​​five-week star formation, but a new formation formed by the demon emperor Jun with the help of the Nuwa sage, called the Hunyuan Heluo formation.

If the Zhoutian Star Formation is the sun, moon and stars, then the Hunyuan Heluo Formation is the geography of mountains and rivers, a bit like Nuwa’s Mountains and Rivers Sheji Map. When the formation is completed, it can represent the heaven and earth, including the great rivers or rivers in the prehistoric period. Great rivers, oceans and skies, birds, beasts, fish and insects, evolve the changes in the ancient prehistoric world.

And the even more wonderful thing about this array is that you don't know the passage of time when you are in it. You can see the snow-capped mountains turning into oceans, the seas turning into mulberry fields, and the illusion on the river map. There are millions of people in a lifetime, and the rise and fall of a moment seems to have passed. Billions of years have passed, and countless calamities have passed.

There were not too many speeches before the battle, and the hatred between the two Lich clans did not need to be mobilized again. I saw the Chaos Bell hanging high above the sky, and the sound of the bell was heard throughout the demon clan formation.

At this moment, only one voice sounded, and that was endless "war"!
Kunpeng, Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi were in charge of three important areas, while the ten demon gods were in the formation, commanding an army of demons numbering more than a trillion.

Below, the battle flags were fluttering, twelve large flags were swaying in the wind, and the aura of wilderness surged into the sky with the appearance of tens of billions of Wu clan members.

Unlike Saint Nuwa, who once had the idea of ​​breaking away from the demon clan, Saint Houtu has a blood-thirsty connection with the witch clan. Even if he loses his saint origin, he can restore the strength of the two ancestral witches, and even refine the twelve ancestral witches. The poles are all the flags of the gods and demons.

In this way, even if the ancestral witch loses his soil, he can still summon the true form of Pangu to fight with the help of the twelve formation flags.

"Just like eons ago, we, the Witch Clan, will still kill all the Monster Clan without leaving a single piece of armor behind!" The voice of the Ancestral Witch resounded in front of the formation, and countless members of the Witch Clan shouted "No scraps of armor will be left behind" and "No scraps of armor will be left behind."

This time, the sky versus the earth, the demon versus the witch, the tip of a needle versus the awn of wheat, the war broke out suddenly, affecting the hearts of all the creatures in the wild land.

"Array up!" In the demon clan's formation, Demon Emperor Jun Qiang endured the pain of losing his son and commanded the battle. Zhou Tianheluo's formation covered them, intending to wipe out the Wu clan in one fell swoop.

"Hold the flags!" An ancestral witch shouted, and the twelve Dutian God Demon Formation flags rose up in the wind, turning into an immeasurably tall and boundless giant shadow. His big hand stretched out, as if covering the sky, and pinched towards Zhou Tianhe Luo Da. Array.

Following the towering figure, the great witch Jiufeng held two swords and led a group of witches to rush to the sky.

The war starts now.

There are great witches holding spears and rising into the sky, and there are demon generals holding long swords and coming to the boundless land.

The battle between the two behemoths was not a battle between eleven ancestor witches and more than ten monster quasi-sages on the main battlefield.

Further away, with the boundless wilderness as the battlefield, there are more witches and monsters fighting, and their affiliated races are also conquering.

"The Demon-Slaying Sword Rises!" On a battlefield, a man from the Witch Clan held a Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand. With a slight sweep, the endless sword energy rose up and swept across the Demon Clan army without any hindrance, as cleanly as a sickle cutting wheat.

However, the Demon Clan has also developed some skills with its Witch-Slaying Sword. This time, they were blocked by the Demon-Slaying Sword and directly invited the Witch-Slaying Sword to confront each other. The situation seemed to be in a stalemate.

In the land near the sea, a big figure from the Monster Clan came here. He was one of the elders of the Monster Clan, the elder brother of the saint Nuwa, Xihuang Fuxi. At this time, he was holding Fuxi Qin and commanding the three tribes of Dragon, Phoenix and Qilin.

Opposite it, there is an army mainly composed of the subordinate races of the Witch Clan. There are also some humans who have been slaughtered by the Monster Clan and joined the formation, but the main body is composed of members of the Spirit Clan led by Jiuli Xiang.

Jiuli Xiang was wearing a light yellow dress, watching the children of the Spirit clan die one after another on the battlefield, her heart became numb, and she already regretted staying in the wilderness to pursue her love.

When the tide of the Spirit Tribe saints and the four quasi-saints receded, she realized that dignity was only at the edge of the sword. The Spirit Tribe, who had no strength, was no longer regarded as a friend by the Wu Tribe, but was thrown directly onto the battlefield.At this moment, the only people in the entire prehistoric world who can stay out of the matter, except for a few great saints, are the only powerful beings like Zhen Yuanzi and Ancestor Minghe who are independent of the lich.

"All life is in ruins, everything is withered, it's another catastrophe..." Zhen Yuanzi sighed in the Wuzhuang Temple.

Beside him, Great Immortal Hongyun also shook his head and sighed. He and Zhen Yuanzi once went into battle to kill the enemy in order to drive away those irrational ferocious beasts and restore peace to the wilderness.

However, this war is now a selfish struggle for hegemony between the Lich and the Lich clans, involving the entire prehistoric continent into the war.

Suddenly, Hong Yun's heart moved, and he said to Zhen Yuanzi: "Brother, I have a cause and effect left behind. This catastrophe has actually forgotten him. I hope that I can bring him back to the immortal world."

"This..." Zhen Yuanzi had no intention of rejecting Hong Yun, he reminded earnestly, "My virtuous brother must be very careful about that monster Kunpeng, the virtuous brother gave up his seat in Zixiao Palace back then, but he lost his chance to become a saint." , Kunpeng has been harboring a grudge since then, so you must be careful and wary of him."

"Brother, don't worry." Immortal Hongyun patted the gourd on his waist. It was the purple-red Nine-nine Soul-Removing Gourd from the gourd vine on Buzhou Mountain.

A clear light emerged in the sky and the earth, and Hongyun's figure stepped out of it. Feeling the distant guidance, he headed somewhere.

Hongyun, who has reached the late stage of Quasi-Saint, is currently walking on the wilderness. Neither the demon clan nor the wizard clan can detect his existence.

Along the way, he saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the ancient land. Countless races without hatred and resentment were forced into war by the two Lich clans. The inheritance of the war was cut off and the race was destroyed.

If the Great Immortal Hongyun, whose great kindness and compassion was comparable to that of a Bodhisattva, had already arrived in the wild land, he had taken action to separate races and fight.

But after giving up his seat in Zixiao Palace and losing his holy position, and then being taught by Zhen Yuanzi day and night for endless years in the earthly immortal world, he finally just sighed quietly and never took the initiative to join the battle.

Traveling day and night, Hongyun Daxian looked at the aura of murder and blood that was gradually accumulating on the ancient land, and felt as if he had returned to the first tribulation of the Dragon Han Dynasty, when the world was dry and quiet.

"Reincarnation, the so-called calamity is just another miserable reincarnation." Hongyun sighed, and finally came to a camp. The inside was no longer complete, turned into ruins, and his own cause and effect had also dissipated.

At this time, the sky suddenly darkened, and Hongyun looked up at the sky. The quasi-sage's strength allowed him to see what was happening high in the sky.

I saw a figure whose whole body was in chaos, as if holding a giant ax in his hand, roared, and swung the ax like the beginning of the world, directly splitting the Hunyuan Heluo Formation.

However, just as the formation was defeated, hundreds of stars were seen lighting up, and hundreds of Daluo Jinxian realm demon generals flew high into the air to form a second formation, the 360 ​​Five-Celestial Star Formation. , entangled with the real body of Pangu.

At this time, the demon master Kun Peng, who had been freed from the Hunyuan Heluo Formation, suddenly focused his gaze, looking across the endless distance to the ancient land, and noticed this figure that he missed day and night.

"Hongyun!" Kunpeng grinned, and the hatred accumulated over the ages drove his figure towards the earth and towards Hongyun.

At this time, Hongyun had not yet noticed Kunpeng's figure, and the road turned around and headed towards the Earthly Immortal Realm.

On the ancient land, a figure appeared on a certain high mountain, but it was Houyi, the great witch of the Wu clan who killed nine golden crows with nine arrows.

He was naked to the waist, holding a long bow tightly with one hand, and shooting arrows with the other hand. The strong muscles on his body seemed to be trembling when he pulled up the bow string.

His bow and arrow are no longer bright red, but have added a little black, and become black and red condensed into one piece, which is a little sharper than before.

"Fuxi, die." Hou Yi was calm. Although he drew his bow, he did not shoot an arrow. His muscles were tense and his murderous intent was hidden, waiting for Fuxi to reveal his weakness.

Suddenly, a scream came out from the sky and the earth, and red clouds gathered in the sky, but were blown away by the wings of a roc bird tens of thousands of feet long.

"That's Hongyun...and Kunpeng..." Fuxi was originally commanding the three tribes of dragon, phoenix and unicorn to suppress the teams of the spirit race, human race and other races. He was surprised by the scream.

"Good opportunity." Hou Yi loosened his fingers slightly, and the long black and red arrow swayed out. In an instant, it crossed the endless distance and came to Fuxi.

There was no obstacle or reaction at all. Fuxi only felt a pain in front of his body, and then endless darkness enveloped him.

"Hou Yi!" Demon Emperor Jun felt the breath of this arrow, and his whole body trembled. But he had to sit in the army, so he could only grit his teeth and let Donghuang Taiyi go away.

Outside the chaos, Li Guangzhiye seemed to collapse at this moment. The terrifying holy power spread into the chaos. Saint Nuwa's eyes turned red. She saw her brother die at the hands of the great witch of the witch clan. She tried to take action but failed. Imprisoned in chaos.

"Die!" Dong Huangtai held the Chaos Clock in one hand, and was about to crush Hou Yi with all his strength.

However, before the Chaos Bell of Donghuang Taiyi came, Hou Yi's eyes were extremely silent, he sneered at the corner of his mouth, and his figure turned into ashes.

At this time, a pulling force came from under the earth, and it actually dropped into the lower level of the underworld with traces of flying ash.

"Useless move!" Donghuang Taiyi saw that Hou Yi, who had killed nine of his nephews, was about to be rescued by Hou Tu. How could he do what he wanted? When he was about to cut off the move.

High in the sky, the eleven ancestral witches who witnessed Hou Yi's move looked up to the sky and laughed, and the eleven auras in Pangu's true body sank.

In a moment, an ancestral witch exploded himself, sweeping through the entire 33 days with boundless power, forcefully blasting away a corner of the formation.

Then, the second, the third, the fourth...

The power of self-destruction from the ancestral witch caused a corner of the Zhoutian star formation to crack. Pangu's real body suddenly stepped forward and slashed at Di Jun and other monsters with the ax in his hand.

All the powerful monsters never thought that the Witch Clan would be so decisive and so desperate for their lives. Even if they win, is it worth it?
"Quickly go." Kunpeng returned to the formation with the Nine-Nine Soul-Removing Gourd. As soon as he entered the formation, he saw the Wu clan's life-for-life style of play, and immediately decided that the 36th strategy was the best one.

And his departure made the already-suffering formation even worse. It was almost torn open, allowing the great witches behind to break into 33 Days.

However, now that the two Lich tribes have already fought hard, there are not many people like Kunpeng who are close to escaping. Seeing that his two wives died under the axe, the Demon Emperor Jun directly urged Hetu Luoshu to try to escape. Be desperate.

Donghuang Taiyi held the Chaos Clock and was about to return to the high sky to save the situation.

At this time, the remaining ancestral witches took another step forward, and their figures suddenly shattered, giving Pangu's true body an unspeakable characteristic. He waved the ax in his hand, directly turning the colors of heaven and earth into black and white. Including the endless witch clan and demon clan.

The whole world turned into black and white, and there was silence. Then the color slowly returned and the sound gradually began to sound.

When the eyes of many saints came back, they discovered that the battlefield was devastated, and that the powerful men of the two races of lich and witch, except Kunpeng and the ancestral witch Xuanming, were all dead.

PS: Not surprisingly, there is one more chapter

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