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Chapter 91 Hongjun: The poor will never lose money
The Great Formation of the Twelve Capitals is based on the Twelve Ancestral Witches as the eyes of the formation, plus blood sacrifices to hundreds of millions of witches. At the same time, it also requires a lot of spiritual power, the power of the sun, the power of the yin, the power of space, and the power of the five elements. The power and other kinds of aura.
Coincidentally, no matter which condition, today's central hall of the Heavenly Court meets it.
This also caused a strange scene at this time.
Those who were surrounded were confident and laughed wildly.
Surrounded by people of different shapes and colors, faintly flinching.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches changed their forms from time to time, hovering in the Zhou Tian Xing Dou formation, and the pressure on their bodies became less and less.
Then, with the Twelve Ancestral Witches as the origin, slowly, a huge suction spread to the entire prehistoric world.
The first to bear the brunt is the heaven.
In the Heavenly Court, there are more than a million witches who died!
You must know that these Wu Clans are all elites in the clan. After this battle, even if the Wu Clan does not recover from a setback, it cannot pose a huge threat to the Heavenly Court.
It can only be said that Dijun's tactics were still very successful, but Dijun was too greedy and wanted to wipe out all the twelve ancestor witches of the witch clan, which is why such a big omission occurred.
Affected by this suction, the corpses of countless witch clans in the central hall turned into fly ash, forming small red spirit beads.
The little spirit beads are flying all over the sky, in stark contrast to the starry sky in mid-air. The two erode each other, but neither can do anything to the other.
After a stalemate for a while, the little spirit beads flew towards the twelve ancestor witches one by one as if uncontrollably.
It didn't take long for the little spirit beads in the entire heaven to be wiped out.
However, thanks to the tacit understanding between the two sides, even though the top leaders of the two Lich clans were all fighting bloody battles in Heaven, the prehistoric states also started wars one after another.
Therefore, there are not a few witches who died in battle.
The small spirit beads formed by this part of the witch clan continued to fly towards the heaven, and the whole prehistoric world seemed to be raining blood.
……
Far West.
Zhunti picked up a small red spirit bead, rubbed it slowly, his consciousness moved slightly, and sensed it: "The power of blood?"
In his induction, each of these little red spirit beads implies the power of the blood of the witch clan, or...
The power of the blood of Pangu Great God!
"No wonder after so many years, the Wu Clan is still able to occupy the prehistoric world." Jie Yin sighed, shocked by the background of the Wu Clan.
These mindless people can't afford to play like this!
Turn the table over if there is a disagreement.
"Let's fight, the harder the fight, the better!" Zhunti muttered to himself, "When you finish fighting, it's time for me to be prosperous in the West!"
"Great!"
……
Kunlun Mountains.
"I didn't expect that there were ruthless ones hidden on both sides, and the poor Taoist thought that the Wu Clan was doomed." Yuan Shi sighed, took out a party of spiritual tea from his bosom, and handed it to Tongtian.
After Di Jun's Zhou Tian Xingdou formation appeared, Yuan Shi made a bet with Tong Tian, which side of the two Lich clans would be eliminated first.
I thought that the Yaozu had a sure chance of winning, but I didn't expect the Wuzu to hide such a big move. How can people play with this?
On the side, Lao Tzu said leisurely: "I'm afraid it will hurt both sides~"
……
At this time, Nuwa, who was in retreat, moved her expression and blinked her eyelashes, but she didn't wake up, instead she fell into a deeper sleep.
……
In Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun looked at each other and smiled, then continued to drink tea.
……
Not to mention the reactions of Hong Huang's apex powers.
After the accumulation of the red spirit beads reached a certain level, the quantitative change finally led to a qualitative change.
He only heard the Twelve Ancestor Wu Qiqi let out a roar, and integrated the power of blood around him into his body.
His expression became more ferocious, and his body became larger and larger.
The center of the entire central hall was completely occupied by blood red, and the starry sky was squeezed to the surroundings.
Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi felt ruthless in their hearts, and urged Zhou Tian's star battle formation with all their strength.
Suddenly, a giant figure appeared between the sky and the earth.
After seeing the phantom of this giant, all the living beings in the prehistoric world felt an inexplicable kindness, among which Sanqing and Wuzu felt the deepest.
Even Hong Yun of Wuzhuang Temple felt the restlessness in his heart.
"Pangu!"
Inside the Zixiao Palace.
A figure sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes the moment the phantom of the giant appeared, his expression brightened, and he said in a complicated way: "Sure enough, you have a back hand."
The phantom of the giant is the Great God Pangu who was summoned by the Twelve Ancestral Witches with all their strength to activate the Great Formation of the Twelve Capitals.
"However, Pindao won in the end. Why wouldn't I dare to resist the power of a blow?" Hongjun laughed loudly, and stretched out his hand to throw a white jade butterfly in front of him.
The jade butterfly came out of the chaos and appeared in Honghuang instantly, blocking the giant ax that split the sky.
The giant ax collided with the jade butterfly.
One is the power of destruction, everything is indestructible, everything is invincible, and it has the power to erode everything.
One is the power of good fortune, all things are born together, yin and yang flow, revealing a burst of vitality.
After a stalemate between the power of destruction and the power of good fortune for a short while, it was the power of good fortune that finally prevailed.
After all, Pan Gu was just a phantom summoned by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and he could only have one blow. If one blow didn't work and he fell into a stalemate, he would definitely lose.
The giant figure sighed, and did not choose to fight to the end with Yudie. When the crack appeared in Yudie, he threw the giant ax to the heaven, and then slowly dissipated in the world.
The phantom of the giant ax slammed hard on Di Jun who had turned from joy to sorrow, and then from sorrow to joy.
It's just that the giant ax fought with Yudie after all, so most of the mighty power on his body has disappeared, and after breaking the Zhou Tian Xing Dou formation, there is not much power left.
Even so, Di Jun still exhaled more air and took less air.
And in the eyes of the Zhoutian Star Dou formation, 360 five large Zhoutian star banners, 360 five big monsters from the monster race, [-] small Zhoutian star banners, and countless hundreds of millions of heavenly soldiers and generals, in At this moment, more than half of them instantly turned into fly ash!
Souls are destroyed!
After being weakened layer by layer, the Great Formation of the Twelve Capitals is still terrifying.
Dijun was seriously injured and dying, 360 five big monsters of the monster clan who were expected to break through to the quasi-sage died, nine out of ten died, and the remaining one was still a cripple, with exhausted spiritual power, disordered blood vessels, and severed spiritual veins!
There is no hope of proving the truth for life!
This Lich War ended with a loss for both sides.
There is no shortage of top combat power on both sides, but the mid-to-high-end combat power has dissipated, and the next generation has also experienced a gap.
After the Twelve Ancestral Witches arranged the formation of the Twelve Capitals, they were also dragged by the great witch. After the Zhou Tian Xingdou formation was destroyed by the phantom of the giant axe, they hurriedly fled to the ancestral land of the witch clan.
Inside the Zixiao Palace.
Hongjun glanced at the cracked good luck jade plate in his hand with pity, and poured spiritual power into it at a loss, trying to repair it.
Bursts of spiritual power emanated from Hongjun's palm.
What Kunlun Mountain, the spiritual power of the Overseas Three Immortals Mountain is completely incomparable to it.
However, even with such terrifying spiritual power, the cracks in the good luck jade plate are still there!
Coincidentally, no matter which condition, today's central hall of the Heavenly Court meets it.
This also caused a strange scene at this time.
Those who were surrounded were confident and laughed wildly.
Surrounded by people of different shapes and colors, faintly flinching.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches changed their forms from time to time, hovering in the Zhou Tian Xing Dou formation, and the pressure on their bodies became less and less.
Then, with the Twelve Ancestral Witches as the origin, slowly, a huge suction spread to the entire prehistoric world.
The first to bear the brunt is the heaven.
In the Heavenly Court, there are more than a million witches who died!
You must know that these Wu Clans are all elites in the clan. After this battle, even if the Wu Clan does not recover from a setback, it cannot pose a huge threat to the Heavenly Court.
It can only be said that Dijun's tactics were still very successful, but Dijun was too greedy and wanted to wipe out all the twelve ancestor witches of the witch clan, which is why such a big omission occurred.
Affected by this suction, the corpses of countless witch clans in the central hall turned into fly ash, forming small red spirit beads.
The little spirit beads are flying all over the sky, in stark contrast to the starry sky in mid-air. The two erode each other, but neither can do anything to the other.
After a stalemate for a while, the little spirit beads flew towards the twelve ancestor witches one by one as if uncontrollably.
It didn't take long for the little spirit beads in the entire heaven to be wiped out.
However, thanks to the tacit understanding between the two sides, even though the top leaders of the two Lich clans were all fighting bloody battles in Heaven, the prehistoric states also started wars one after another.
Therefore, there are not a few witches who died in battle.
The small spirit beads formed by this part of the witch clan continued to fly towards the heaven, and the whole prehistoric world seemed to be raining blood.
……
Far West.
Zhunti picked up a small red spirit bead, rubbed it slowly, his consciousness moved slightly, and sensed it: "The power of blood?"
In his induction, each of these little red spirit beads implies the power of the blood of the witch clan, or...
The power of the blood of Pangu Great God!
"No wonder after so many years, the Wu Clan is still able to occupy the prehistoric world." Jie Yin sighed, shocked by the background of the Wu Clan.
These mindless people can't afford to play like this!
Turn the table over if there is a disagreement.
"Let's fight, the harder the fight, the better!" Zhunti muttered to himself, "When you finish fighting, it's time for me to be prosperous in the West!"
"Great!"
……
Kunlun Mountains.
"I didn't expect that there were ruthless ones hidden on both sides, and the poor Taoist thought that the Wu Clan was doomed." Yuan Shi sighed, took out a party of spiritual tea from his bosom, and handed it to Tongtian.
After Di Jun's Zhou Tian Xingdou formation appeared, Yuan Shi made a bet with Tong Tian, which side of the two Lich clans would be eliminated first.
I thought that the Yaozu had a sure chance of winning, but I didn't expect the Wuzu to hide such a big move. How can people play with this?
On the side, Lao Tzu said leisurely: "I'm afraid it will hurt both sides~"
……
At this time, Nuwa, who was in retreat, moved her expression and blinked her eyelashes, but she didn't wake up, instead she fell into a deeper sleep.
……
In Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun looked at each other and smiled, then continued to drink tea.
……
Not to mention the reactions of Hong Huang's apex powers.
After the accumulation of the red spirit beads reached a certain level, the quantitative change finally led to a qualitative change.
He only heard the Twelve Ancestor Wu Qiqi let out a roar, and integrated the power of blood around him into his body.
His expression became more ferocious, and his body became larger and larger.
The center of the entire central hall was completely occupied by blood red, and the starry sky was squeezed to the surroundings.
Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi felt ruthless in their hearts, and urged Zhou Tian's star battle formation with all their strength.
Suddenly, a giant figure appeared between the sky and the earth.
After seeing the phantom of this giant, all the living beings in the prehistoric world felt an inexplicable kindness, among which Sanqing and Wuzu felt the deepest.
Even Hong Yun of Wuzhuang Temple felt the restlessness in his heart.
"Pangu!"
Inside the Zixiao Palace.
A figure sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes the moment the phantom of the giant appeared, his expression brightened, and he said in a complicated way: "Sure enough, you have a back hand."
The phantom of the giant is the Great God Pangu who was summoned by the Twelve Ancestral Witches with all their strength to activate the Great Formation of the Twelve Capitals.
"However, Pindao won in the end. Why wouldn't I dare to resist the power of a blow?" Hongjun laughed loudly, and stretched out his hand to throw a white jade butterfly in front of him.
The jade butterfly came out of the chaos and appeared in Honghuang instantly, blocking the giant ax that split the sky.
The giant ax collided with the jade butterfly.
One is the power of destruction, everything is indestructible, everything is invincible, and it has the power to erode everything.
One is the power of good fortune, all things are born together, yin and yang flow, revealing a burst of vitality.
After a stalemate between the power of destruction and the power of good fortune for a short while, it was the power of good fortune that finally prevailed.
After all, Pan Gu was just a phantom summoned by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and he could only have one blow. If one blow didn't work and he fell into a stalemate, he would definitely lose.
The giant figure sighed, and did not choose to fight to the end with Yudie. When the crack appeared in Yudie, he threw the giant ax to the heaven, and then slowly dissipated in the world.
The phantom of the giant ax slammed hard on Di Jun who had turned from joy to sorrow, and then from sorrow to joy.
It's just that the giant ax fought with Yudie after all, so most of the mighty power on his body has disappeared, and after breaking the Zhou Tian Xing Dou formation, there is not much power left.
Even so, Di Jun still exhaled more air and took less air.
And in the eyes of the Zhoutian Star Dou formation, 360 five large Zhoutian star banners, 360 five big monsters from the monster race, [-] small Zhoutian star banners, and countless hundreds of millions of heavenly soldiers and generals, in At this moment, more than half of them instantly turned into fly ash!
Souls are destroyed!
After being weakened layer by layer, the Great Formation of the Twelve Capitals is still terrifying.
Dijun was seriously injured and dying, 360 five big monsters of the monster clan who were expected to break through to the quasi-sage died, nine out of ten died, and the remaining one was still a cripple, with exhausted spiritual power, disordered blood vessels, and severed spiritual veins!
There is no hope of proving the truth for life!
This Lich War ended with a loss for both sides.
There is no shortage of top combat power on both sides, but the mid-to-high-end combat power has dissipated, and the next generation has also experienced a gap.
After the Twelve Ancestral Witches arranged the formation of the Twelve Capitals, they were also dragged by the great witch. After the Zhou Tian Xingdou formation was destroyed by the phantom of the giant axe, they hurriedly fled to the ancestral land of the witch clan.
Inside the Zixiao Palace.
Hongjun glanced at the cracked good luck jade plate in his hand with pity, and poured spiritual power into it at a loss, trying to repair it.
Bursts of spiritual power emanated from Hongjun's palm.
What Kunlun Mountain, the spiritual power of the Overseas Three Immortals Mountain is completely incomparable to it.
However, even with such terrifying spiritual power, the cracks in the good luck jade plate are still there!
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