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

Rumble!

Bright fireworks exploded in the sky.

All of Bai Ze's origins turned into a heaven-defying explosive force.

So terrifying.

The space was directly blasted, and endless chaotic winds appeared, raging continuously in the prehistoric world.

Following Bai Ze's self-explosion, Feng Bo and others also vanished into nothingness.

"No!"

Di Jiang and the others roared unwillingly.

That Pan Gu real body was forcibly detonated.

The giant of tens of thousands of feet gradually fell apart.

A huge crack appeared on the giant.

Di Jiang was powerless to stop him, he felt blood surging in his body.

A burst of dazzling brilliance flashed, and endless evil spirits returned to heaven and earth.

The ten ancestor witches fell from the sky powerlessly.

Each of them was sluggish and suffered a powerful backlash.

Nobody noticed.

At the moment of self-explosion, the true spirits of Bai Ze and Feng Bo suddenly disappeared.

good chance.

Kunpeng suddenly appeared from the void, and he was going to attack Dijiang and other ancestral witches.

"Kunpeng, do you dare?"

Zhu Jiuyin blocked Kunpeng in time.

If Kunpeng succeeds in sneak attacking now, then a few ancestral witches will be brought in.

"Brother, is it okay?"

Zhu Jiuyin roared angrily, waking up Di Jiang and the others who were still in a daze.

"I'll help you."

Di Jiang and the others forcibly suppressed the injuries in their bodies and rushed to Bai Ze's side.

Just now, I almost got clouded again.

Fortunately, Zhu Jiuyin responded in time.

Wild land.

The human race has been completely slaughtered.

Of the billions of human races on the coast of the East China Sea, there is not a single one left.

Those four thousand martial saints all died in battle.

Thousands of billions of human races were also beheaded by the Wu clan army.

Kunpeng and the others can block the Twelve Ancestral Witches, as well as the Quasi-Saint Great Witch.

But they didn't have the strength to stop the endless Wu Clan army.

The top combat power was held back by Zu Wu.

The rest of the human race are just lambs to be slaughtered.

This is the catastrophe of the human race, and it is also the saddest place for the human race.

No matter how powerful Kunpeng and the third ancestor of the human race are.

However, the backbone of the human race is insufficient, and it is all nonsense.

The human race should be self-reliant.

Not only do you need top-notch powers to sit in the city, but you also need the rise of countless human races.

One person is strong, not strong.

A strong race is truly invincible.

Of course, some perverts don't fit this bill.

But the human race is currently weak.

Except for the third ancestor of the human race, there is no other fighting force with a reputation.

Kunpeng can protect them for a while, but not forever.

The human race can only rely on themselves.

Suiren's, Youchao's, Ziyi's.

They shed blood and tears, and their lips trembled.

After all, the human race cannot resist the brutal witch race.

"Suirenshi, come and get them."

Kunpeng recalled the third ancestor of the human race.

The human race is close to extinction, and there is no reason to kill them.

Of the trillions of human races, there are only tens of billions in the ancestral land of the human race, and one billion in the Wuzhuang Temple.

The vitality of the human race is on the verge of destruction.

"Dijiang, do you still want to kill?"

Kunpeng's face was gloomy, and he stared at Di Jiang and the others opposite.

It's pointless to fight on.