Chapter 73: Zhou Tian Xing Dou, Du Tian Shen Sha

Gui Xuan was stunned.

What is this for?

But he immediately realized, "You are the old man's apprentices, why are you looking for me instead of your own master?!"

Do you want me to help the enemy? That's too much of a compliment to me.

Am I cultivating enemies to fight against myself?
This is something that only a very bored person could do.

If Gui Xuan had not been born as a human in his previous life and had some entanglement with Nuwa; and if Nuwa had not become a saint, he could take advantage of her merits and perfect his subsequent calculations.

There is also the intention of testing Nuwa's attitude.

Gui Xuan would never appear here to guide Nuwa to become a saint.

Facing the eager eyes of the five Heavenly Saints, Gui Xuan shook his head, "That old fellow is watching from the sky, aren't you afraid of being struck by thunder from the sky?"

"Don't forget, that old man is counting on you to bring honor to him and promote the prestige of Xuanmen."

This···

The Three Pure Ones and the two from the West all looked stunned, feeling somewhat unhappy.

Of course, this unhappiness was not directed at Guixuan, but at Hongjun.

Their fellow sisters had all become saints under the guidance of others, while their fellow brothers and sisters hadn't even gotten started.

The Three Pure Ones, who thought they were the authentic Pangu, almost vomited blood.

A great opportunity just disappeared from my sight.

Taoist Taiqing was especially angry.

The Yin-Yang Taoist had said a lot to him, especially pointing out the differences of Gui Xuan Taoist Patriarch.

The method for the three brothers to transcend might be in the hands of Daozu Guixuan, but now it cannot be obtained because of Hongjun.

Taoist Taiqing almost went berserk.

Fortunately, he was very good at cultivating his energy, so he was able to suppress his anger and remain calm.

I want to ask others for advice, but my own master doesn't allow me to do so. How can I not feel frustrated?

In a fit of anger, the five destined saints waved their hands and left.

"Hahaha!!"

Hong Yun laughed out loud, "These guys are really pissed off."

This was the first time that Hong Yun had seen someone being made so miserable by his own master.

Gui Xuan also had a smile on his face.

Old man, don’t blame me for this. It’s your disciple who is eager to attain enlightenment and can’t get it, so he blames you.

With a light laugh, Gui Xuan said to Hong Yun, "Assign some of the Buddhist disciples to take care of the new human race. Remember not to let the Buddhist disciples have direct contact with them."

"Some things cannot be forced until fate arrives."

His Hongyun's Buddhism is not suitable for the human race yet.

Hong Yun restrained his smile and nodded seriously, "Understood."

Hong Yun could already tell from the tone of Gui Xuan Daozu's voice that this human race really had a connection with Buddhism.

He immediately became enthusiastic.

Looking at the tens of thousands of humans lying on the ground in a daze, Hongyun pointed his finger, and a statue of Nuwa appeared in front of the humans.

Hong Yun's vast voice sounded, "I am Hong Yun Zu Buddha, one of the saints of heaven and earth."

"Considering that you are newborns and that it is not easy for you to survive, I have built a statue of the Virgin Mary for you to protect you."

Upon hearing this, the human race bowed, "Ancestor Buddha, have mercy!!"

After nodding, Hongyun said goodbye to Guixuan and disappeared into the sky.

After everyone left, Gui Xuan left behind a clone and flew back to the North Sea.

"The law of destiny has appeared again. I have finally captured a trace of destiny again."

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"Finally! It's finally done!"

heaven.

Emperor Jun and Taiyi were even more excited about Nuwa's enthronement than Nuwa herself.

After Bai Ze returned from the East China Sea, they already knew the attitude of the ancestor Buddha.

The Witch Clan has no saint to support them, and the situation between the two sides is once again equal!

Now that Nuwa has become a saint, and the saint's elder brother is in heaven, Di Jun instinctively regards Nuwa as the saint of the demon clan.

No matter whether it is true or not, it must be in the title!

The royal aura of Di Jun suddenly burst out, and his voice spread throughout the heavens.

"Prepare your gifts! Follow me to see the Emperor!"

boom!
The momentum of billions of demons exploded, and countless spiritual treasures appeared, and were carried by Di Jun to Mount Buzhou where Nuwa was.

"Congratulations to Goddess Nuwa for becoming a saint!!"

Billions of demons shouted, and their voices shook the sky.

The twelve ancient witches all had gloomy expressions, clenched their hands, and looked up to the sky.

"The demon tribe is taking advantage of the situation! Let the witch tribe be ready to fight at any time!"

Nuwa walked out of the cave, looked at the hundreds of millions of demons, and said indifferently, "From now on, I will be the Nuwa Queen of the demons, establish the demon cult, and become the leader of the demon cult!"

"The Monster Clan's Emperor Jun is in charge of all matters. I will not interfere!"

boom! !

The luck of heaven and earth is pervasive, and the luck of the demon race is soaring.

The Demon Emperor Jun held the River Map and Luo Shu in his hands and instantly stepped into the middle stage of Quasi-Saint. He looked grimly at the area where the Witch Clan was.

"Demons, follow me to rescue the trapped humans! Kill the witches!"

"Kill the witch!"

"Kill the witch!!"

The endless murderous aura dispersed the white clouds for billions of miles.

Evil spirit rose to the sky, dark clouds rolled in, and murderous aura appeared in the void.

Dang~~~
The bell rang softly and the space froze.

Along with it came endless true fire of the sun falling from the sky and landing in the witch clan’s area.

The ancestor witch Gonggong roared towards the sky, the law of water appeared, and a giant of water thousands of feet high condensed and crashed into the true fire of the sun!
Like oil boiling over a raging fire, the air began to distort.

"Wu clan, kill the monster!!!"

The face of the Ancestral Witch Emperor Jiang was furious, and his voice broke through layers of space, instantly shattering the space locked by the Donghuang Bell.

The Lich fought again, shocking countless creatures in the ancient world.

Countless creatures who were not from the two tribes fled towards the East China Sea with bitter expressions, "Why did it start again?!"

Resentment is rampant.

For the primitive creatures who have not yet adapted to the frequent minor conflicts between the Lich and the Wizard, they feel helpless when faced with such a large-scale war between the two races.

The Ancestral Witch fights the two emperors!
Di Jun and Tai Yi, who have entered the middle stage of quasi-saint, correspond to the six ancestor witches respectively.

When the mighty ones fight, the space folds when they raise their hands, sometimes there are surging heat waves, sometimes there is freezing cold air.

With the cooperation of the various tribes of the Witch Clan and their desperate attacks, the Demon Clan began to retreat step by step.

The sun and moon lost their light, and the sky was dark.

Blood and flesh were flying everywhere, and broken limbs were everywhere.

All kinds of spiritual blood penetrated into the earth, turned into unwilling resentment, and merged into the primeval veins of the earth.

The witches grew in size one by one, and their fighting power was fully unleashed. Their mountain-like bodies tore apart the monsters that were as big as themselves.

The witch clan fights in close combat, using themselves as weapons and their fists as killing objects, and they rush forward without regard for their lives.

Even some great witches blew themselves up to make way for those who came after them. Unity, tacit understanding; sacrificing oneself for the sake of the tribe.

This is something that the demon race does not have.

Faced with a mid-stage quasi-saint, the Twelve Ancestral Witches revealed their true forms one after another, relying on their powerful physical strength to resist the Three-legged Golden Crow's Sun True Fire.

Mountains were trampled and rivers dried up.

The battles between quasi-saints left devastation and the collapse of all living things wherever they passed.

Di Jun held the River Map and Luo Shu to change the terrain of mountains and rivers, and Taiyi lightly tapped the Donghuang Bell to solidify space.

With mutual cooperation, they were able to fight on equal terms against the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"What a domineering body!"

Di Jun looked serious.

After several battles, the bodies of these ancient witches became more and more abnormal.

The body is comparable to an innate spiritual treasure, and the power of the laws is entangled together, making it very difficult to fight.

"Die, you bastard!!"

Dijiang, with the power of endless space, instantly closed the distance.

The laws of space lingered on his fists, and space collapsed wherever he passed. The wings behind him flapped, stirring up an endless space storm.

Di Jun's face was gloomy and his voice was cold, "Save the human race and destroy the witch race!!"

boom!
Three tribes of golden crows appeared in the world, with their left and right wings carrying the River Map and Luo Shu respectively.

The scorching breath that was enough to destroy the ancient world rushed straight towards Dijiang.

The heat wave was overwhelming, and all spiritual plants within billions of miles withered.

What a murderous intention!
Countless ancient sacred beings who were secretly watching the battle between the two sides were trembling in their hearts.

Emperor Jun is really determined to destroy the Witch Clan.

He actually began to disregard the lives of all living things in the ancient world.

Dijiang's wings were dancing, and behind him, Zhurong was stepping on a fire dragon with flames rising from his body.

"Playing with fire? Grandpa is good at that too!"

Zhu Rong roared, and the fire dragon under his feet roared towards the sky, spewing out endless flames.

It collided with Di Jun's true sun fire.

The two divine fires collided, directly forming a huge divine mountain of fire in the prehistoric void.

Burning the desolate earth.

Earth, water, wind and fire appeared, and the surroundings fell into chaos.

In the chaos, worlds of fire appeared and disappeared.

Until it was finally completely stabilized, a huge world of fire appeared in the void, and the two divine fires disappeared in the prehistoric land.

The first attack was ineffective, and seeing that the demon clan was already beginning to show signs of defeat, Di Jun knew that he could not delay any longer.

"Gah!!!"

The sound of birdsong resounds throughout the vast land.

Di Jun transformed into an innate Taoist body, and his aura was connected to the Sun Star.

"The Zhou Tian Xing Dou formation begins!"

The starry sky appears in broad daylight.

Under the astonished gazes of countless ancient sacred beings, the ancient starry sky lit up brightly.

Rays of starlight appeared in the ancient world.

The three hundred and sixty-five Great Zhoutian Star Banners are billions of feet high, attracting the vast starry sky.

Corresponding to the 365 main stars in the sky.

There are 14,800 small Zhoutian star flags, which are tens of millions feet high, corresponding to 14,800 secondary stars.

The power of billions of gods and demons, one god and demon represents a star, forming a chain that connects the void.

Three hundred and sixty-five large Zhoutian star flags are the roots, and fourteen thousand eight hundred small Zhoutian star flags are the trunk. Billions of gods and demons are the branches and leaves, and the power of the Zhoutian stars connects all the demons and demons together.

The sun and the moon are the centers of the formation.

Rays of starlight fell from the sky and locked onto every witch.

Even though the witches did not cultivate their souls, they could not help but feel a sense of alarm when they were locked in by the starlight.

Even the Twelve Ancestral Witches had countless goose bumps on their skin and felt very uncomfortable.

boom!
Starlight falls.

Like sharp arrows, they fell from the sky onto the witch clan, as dense as raindrops.

A blood mist rose up.

Huge clouds of blood mist appeared on the battlefield.

The targeted witches were shattered by the starlight and perished completely.

"Emperor Jun!!!"

The twelve ancient witches' eyes were about to burst and they roared to the sky.

Instantly transformed into the true body of the Ancestral Witch, which was billions of feet long, protecting the Witch Clan below.

But it's no use!
The starlight seemed to have eyes of its own. It penetrated the body of the Ancestral Witch and continued to attack the Witch clan.

This desperate scene made Dijiang no longer hesitate.

"Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation!"

"rise!"

A different kind of aura appeared above the wilderness.

Countless evil spirits were extracted from the earth veins and condensed on the twelve ancestor witches.

The twelve ancient witches were arranged in a strange position.

At the same time, a number of flags that were billions of feet high appeared in his hands.

In the blink of an eye, countless evil spirits gathered in the void, blocking the endless starlight from falling.

Di Jiang's eyes were red as he looked up at the sky, "Di Jun, you demons are trying to kill us and gather the luck of heaven and earth to achieve the last sainthood."

"Today we will destroy the demon race and completely crush the demon race!"

boom!
Dijiang shook the flagpole in his hand.

Lines of power of laws appeared from the bodies of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, carrying with them endless evil spirits that condensed in the void.

Covering the sky and blocking out the sun, the sun and moon have no light.

hum~~~
A terrifying aura appeared and condensed in the void.

"This is!!"

Di Jun's eyes narrowed and his expression changed drastically.

Not only him, but countless sacred figures in the entire prehistoric world were all shocked.

He looked in disbelief at the figure that was quickly gathering behind the Ancestral Witch.

As the figure condensed, an aura that surpassed the primordial laws of nature and could tear everything apart filled the air.

"Roar!!!"

A figure holding a huge axe and standing tall appeared in the wilderness, roaring towards the sky.

The earth, water, wind and fire are flowing, and the air of chaos is pervasive.

The ancient space was distorted, and a faint creaking sound could be heard.

Upon hearing this, Honghuang Shengsheng felt a pang of pain in his heart and his whole body instantly went numb.

"Pangu!!"

(End of this chapter)