Prehistoric: Blood Lord Styx, starting with 100,000 Pangu blood

Zhu Rong burst into tears for a while.

The other ancestral witches were stunned.

Such a strong man like Zhu Rong has become a monster.

It must be the second sage of the West.

"Brother, do you want us to eradicate Wuzhuang Temple together?"

Gong Gong was full of murderous intent, he wanted to swallow Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun alive.

"No need."

"We will deal with them after we completely wipe out the human race."

Di Jiang thought about it secretly, and then said.

Originally, he had no hope for Gong Gong and Zhu Rong.

The two of them were asked to attack Wuzhuang Temple, but it was for Fuxi to see.

Even, it was made for Nu Wa.

Now that Zhu Rong and Gonggong have returned home in a big defeat, it was exactly as he wanted.

"Friend Fuxi, what do you think?"

There was a gleam in Zhu Jiuyin's eyes.

"So good."

Fuxi snorted coldly, and ignored all the ancestor witches.

With his wisdom, how could he fail to see that Di Jiang was delaying time.

But Fuxi didn't panic at all.

His hole card is his own sister.

Once the Wu Clan turned their backs, Nuwa would take action.

Fuxi took the lead, and the primordial purple energy belonged to him after all.

Even if it is Daozu, he will not be able to prevent Nuwa from making a move in the wilderness.

This is the karma between Fuxi, Nuwa and the Wu clan, and there must be an end.

"Assemble all the Wu tribe's army and march towards the coast of the East China Sea."

"Trillions of human races should also be extinct."

With Di Jiang's order, the terrifying killing machine started to work.

Their spearheads are all pointing at the coast of the East China Sea.

The ancestral land of the human race.

Kunpeng looked at the army of Wu clan that was slowly approaching from the air.

He had a gloomy complexion and a murderous look.

Behind him stood the third ancestor of the human race and Bai Ze.

The third ancestor of the human race already possessed the strength of the mid-term quasi-sage.

Bai Ze is even more powerful in the late quasi-sage.

However, compared to the entire Wu Clan, the power of the Human Clan is weak.

This time the human race was catastrophe.

Of the trillions of human races, only the trillions of human races on the coast of the East China Sea are left, and there are billions of human races in Wuzhuang Temple.

The other human races were all slaughtered, leaving no bones.

For the death of so many people, Kunpeng will definitely take revenge.

So far, the only advantage of the Great Tribulation of the Human Race is that Nu Wa only has [-]% of the luck of the Human Race, and Laozi only has [-]% left.

The luck of the human race they control has been reduced a lot.

These shaved lucks of the human race are all condensed in the supreme treasure of the human race, Kongtong Seal.

The army of the Wu clan is mighty and mighty.

The humans also responded.

Kunpeng and others led ninety-nine percent of the human race to gather on the shore of the East China Sea.

In the human race, there are only less than [-] billion clansmen left to continue the blood of the human race.

Kunpeng sets up a large formation to protect the ancestral land of the human race.

Inside is the last bloodline of the human race.

Even a saint can't break this formation.

Unfortunately, it cannot protect all human races.

The human race who fought, they can only try their best to survive the bloody battle.

This battle is life and death.

Dijiang, use the power of the whole clan to exterminate the murderous clan.

Looking at Kunpeng at the front of the human race, Di Jiang chuckled.

"Kunpeng, why are you here to join in the fun?"

"Miscellaneous bird, kneel down at this time, I can spare your death."

"And Bai Ze, are you here to die?"

The villain died of talking too much, and Di Jiang started talking.

"I am the teacher of the human race. If you want to fight, you will fight. I, Kunpeng, have nothing to fear."

"It's time for you to pay a price for killing the clan."