Sanqing listen to my voice, I will lead the prehistoric world to the next dimension

[Are the Twelve Ancestral Witches really going to take action against Sanqingtian? 】

[As expected, Di Jun’s fellow brought trouble to the east. 】

[It seems that the masters have been paying attention to the changes in the situation. This Immortal Killing Sword Formation should have been prepared in advance. They are indeed far-sighted! 】

After listening to the words of the three masters, Zhou Qingqing immediately understood what he was doing during this time.

She raised the sword in her hand.

"Thank you three masters!"

[Because I am the master of Sanqingtian, the three masters have now taken the initiative to enter the Lich to measure the calamity. If they can really take action on behalf of Tiandao Hongjun, it can be regarded as a wake-up call to the entire Wu clan, letting them know the depth of the prehistoric water. . 】

The master of Sanqingtian stopped the witch clan and Tiandao Hongjun stopped the ancestral witch. These are definitely two different things, with different natures.

"Shall we leave quickly?"

Listen to Qingqing's heart.

Sanqing looked at each other and smiled.

Zhou Qingqing has now transformed and can no longer crawl in darkness on the robes of the three masters. He can only walk in front of the three masters and wait for the three masters to take him away.

The three pure auras are connected, mana surges, immortal energy surrounds, and the space passage opens with a bang.

Zhou Qingqing held the Zhuxian Sword and took the lead in entering the passage as the master of Sanqingtian.

And when she appears, the real protagonist of the calamity must be ahead.

......

Thirty-three days.

The starlight collapsed and the demonic energy flowed turbulently.

The Heavenly Emperor Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi and Kunpeng gathered together the incomplete Zhou Tianxing Dou Formation and the Hunyuan Heluo Formation to contend with the giant figure in front of them.

The power of the shadow of Pangu's true body condensed by the Twelve Capital Gods' Formation exceeded Di Jun's imagination.

His Zhoutian Xingdou Formation was not yet complete, and it was very difficult to resist.

It looked like it would be completely shattered soon.

"This is not the way to go!"

The laws and principles are intertwined in the eyes of the Emperor of Heaven.

"You guys maintain your formation, I'm going to make a false impression of the mighty power of the thirty-six days and lure the twelve ancestral witches to attack for three days."

The last three days do not belong to heaven.

This was already told to the other monks when Heavenly Court was established, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches should also have known about it.

However, after this fight, the opponent's evil spirit was full. He, Emperor Jun, bet that they had lost their minds and would not be able to discern the simplest strategy and would actively attack for three days. Take action against the ancestral witch.

It doesn't matter if it doesn't work out.

It is also an option to use Pangu's true body to completely remove the Sanqingtian that is pressing on the Thirty-three Heavens.

"To rule the thirty-six heavens, the illusory magic of the Emperor of Heaven!"

Di Jun took a step forward at this time, his voice was powerful and majestic, and the aura on his body seemed to connect the entire thirty-six days to attack Pangu's true body.

"If you want to hook up for thirty-six days, there's no way."

"The lower thirty-three days have been partially broken by us, and their power is limited. Let's see if we destroy the upper three days, so that you, a bastard, lose the source of your power!"

In Pangu’s true body.

Mixed sounds echoed between heaven and earth.

The corners of Di Jun's mouth curled up slightly.

He was right.

With the defenses of Zhoutian Star Formation, Hetu Luoshu, and Chaos Bell, they cannot be taken down directly, but it is easier to destroy the Thirty-Six Days, the source of the Emperor of Heaven's power.

The giant figure couldn't help but roar.

The fists in his hands were clenched tightly.

Suddenly, with the giant's arm as the center, surging power grew. In an instant, the clouds in the sky were dispersed, and the strong wind in the sky was blown away. Three days of thoughts.

More than thirty-three days.

The eyes of many demon clans and witch clans were focused on this punch.

Of course, the witch clan hoped that this punch would achieve success in one fell swoop and blow a big hole in the last three days.

The monsters knew that the last three days were not their territory, so their thoughts changed, and they also didn't know what would happen.

Don't talk about other demon clans.

Even Di Jun, the instigator, didn't know what would happen at this time.

He could only wait.

However, the Emperor of Heaven knew very well that no matter what the outcome was, he could reduce his predicament a little bit.

hum.

Space fluctuations suddenly occurred at the junction of the thirty-three days and the last three days.

The monsters who knew the inside story focused on the past.

At this moment.

Sanqing should have arrived.

However, the first thing that caught their sight was a loli holding a sword.

Her face was incredibly exquisite, with lotuses sprouting from step to step, and her whole body exuding the aura of a fairy spirit, especially the lotus flower above her eyebrows, which added to her extraordinary charm.

It's just that the blade of the sword was too long, and it felt funny out of nowhere when she held it in her hand.

The witch clan even showed expressions of disbelief.

A small dumpling appeared in the sky. Is this looking for death?

next moment.

An ethereal voice sounded in the sky.

"The first three days of the thirty-six days belong to me, Zhou Qingqing. Even the Twelve Ancestral Witches, I cannot let you destroy them."

The owner of the last three days?

The witch clan couldn't help but laugh.

The faces of the demon clan changed instantly.

Only Kunpeng, Donghuang Taiyi and Tiandijun, who knew the deeper inside story, remained calm.

They had long seen that it was the Zhuxian Sword that Zhou Qingqing was holding in his arms.

In other words, the little girl in front of me is really the owner of Shangsantian.

Zhou Qingqing lowered his head slightly and looked at the giant figure formed by the formation of the Twelve Heavenly Gods. He did not hesitate to explain his appearance and continued to fight towards Shang Santian without hesitation.

Among the giant figures.

Only Hou Tu's eyes became clear and he wanted to stop the brothers and sisters from continuing upward.

However, she alone could not stop the torrent of will of the other eleven ancestral witches. The other ancestral witches, at this time, had been affected by the evil spirit. They only felt that they should fight for three days and play a good game. Qiankun.

[Sure enough, communication is useless. 】

Zhou Qingqing sighed.

[It’s time for the three masters to come out. If they don’t come out, I can’t pretend anymore. Even with the Zhuxian Sword, I alone can’t withstand Pangu’s true body, even if he only shows a little strength. 】

[The master of Sanqingtian turns out to be such a dangerous thing, I'm going to break out in a cold sweat. 】

[If you, three masters, don’t come out, the master of Sanqingtian will really give up on Sanqingtian! 】

Seeing that his apprentice is about to run away.

Sanqing also finally came out of the space passage. They just took advantage of Qingqing's talk to see what was going on at the scene.

Things are very clear now.

They also moved forward directly, then took a step back and stood behind their apprentice.

"Shangsantian is the residence of Zhou Qingqing, the leader of the Sanqing Dynasty. No one from the Witch Clan or the Demon Clan can invade without permission."

"Even the ancestral witch is like this!"

The first disciple of the Sanqing Dynasty.

Zhou Qingqing.

This loli holding a sword turned out to be the master of Shangsantian and the apprentice of Sanqing. On the thirty-third day, the lichs were silent!