Great Antiquity: Complementing the Fifty Avenues

"Huh?" Di Jiang's voice was low, his eyes staring at Jumang coldly, "Ask the dead clansmen if they will answer!"

Di Jiang's eyes swept the four directions, and said slowly: "I don't care what kind of life is ruined, what kind of wandering soul! I only know that hundreds of millions of my clansmen died in the hands of the demon clan! The demon clan's hands are stained with the blood of our clan, I want them to be bloody debt. In blood!"

"Activate the Great Array of the Twelve Capitals!"

Di Jiang's voice said firmly.

Knowing that he could not dissuade Di Jiang, Jumang sighed and walked to his position in the formation.

"Di Jiang, once the formation is activated, it cannot be stopped. You know that this move will definitely attract punishment from the saints!"

Xuan Ming said slowly.

"Saint?" Di Jiang looked disdainful, "Even if he is a congenital soul, he is not worthy of being compared with our descendants of Pangu. What qualifications does he have to punish us?"

The sage Xuan Ming said was the sage Hongjun who preached the Tao in Zixiao Palace.

However, the Wu people have always been proud of their own Pangu bloodline, and have never put any saints in their eyes.

After Hongjun became a saint, he preached in the Zixiao Palace, but there were very few Wu people who went to listen to the sermon.

Then the soil, happens to be one of them.

"Di Jiang, you know that the power of the saints is not something we can resist. Although the Wu clan has blood and supernatural powers, compared with the saints..."

Hou Tu said in a low voice that others don't know what a saint means, but she, who had heard the sermon in Zixiao Palace, felt it deeply.

"Houtu, I'll give you one last chance."

Di Jiang's voice was so cold that it seemed as if water would condense out of the air.

"I……"

As soon as Hou Tu uttered a word, an unstoppable momentum suddenly rose from Di Jiang's body. When he stretched out his right hand, Hou Tu in the distance immediately seemed to be strangled by an invisible and powerful hand, and slowly floated to the ground. air.

Then the back soil, which was controlled by Di Jiang, fell into the formation like a puppet.

Houtu mourned in his heart, and seemed to have given up resistance and let Di Jiang control himself.

"Activate the Great Array of the Twelve Capitals!"

Di Jiang issued the order again, but no one dared to disobey his words.

The twelve ancestral witches, including the Houtu controlled by Di Jiang, each stood in their own position in the formation.

The hundreds of millions of witches around are also arranged one by one according to a special orientation.

"With my blood, congeal it as a real body!"

Di Jiang shouted loudly, and suddenly there was a rumbling sound in a radius of ten thousand miles.

An evil spirit centered on the twelve witch ancestors slowly emerged from the hundreds of millions of witches, and then the evil spirit gathered more and more until it broke through the sky!

This suffocating aura is huge and unparalleled, covering the sky and the sun.

As the suffocating qi condensed out, countless Wu tribes with insufficient cultivation seemed to have been drained of their own blood, their bodies slowly withered, and they fell down one after another.

Hou Tu's eyes were tightly closed, and tears flowed silently.

Boom! !

At this moment, a bell suddenly seemed to come from the sky.

The bells continued endlessly, and the sound gradually increased from faint to louder and louder.

In the end, the person who heard the bell sounded as if the whole person was inside the bell, and countless witches were shocked to the point of bleeding from their seven orifices, and their five internal organs were shattered!

"East Emperor Bell!"

Di Jiang struggled to resist the impact of the bell, giving his blood for a moment without interruption.

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Chapter 14 014

Boom! !

Another extremely dull bell rang through the heavens and the earth.

What followed was a burst of arrogant laughter.

"Hahahaha! Is this the means of the Wu clan? You actually want to perish with my clan! Even if your Twelve Capitals can really condense the real body of Pangu, they will not be able to match my Chaos Bell!"

Di Jiang's eyes spit fire, and said sensually: "Flat-haired beast, when the real body of our clan Pangu is born, there will be a time for you to regret it!"

The evil spirit in the sky is getting thicker and thicker, and the shape of the condensed body is becoming more and more obvious.

Along with the East Emperor Taiyi, there were also Kunpeng, the Emperor and the Empress.

"Donghuang, they are about to condense the real body of Pangu, and they must be stopped immediately!"

The demon master Kunpeng cried out in surprise when he saw the suffocating aura in the sky.

Donghuang Taiyi frowned slightly, knowing that it was a critical moment for the Wu clan.

Immediately, the mana was mobilized, and he planned to ring the Eastern Emperor Bell again.

At this moment, a dull voice suddenly resounded through the world.

"Enough is enough, let's stop."

This voice seems to be far and near, and it is mysterious and mysterious. No matter who hears it, it seems to be said in his own ear.

The demon clan in the sky changed their faces.

Who is speaking?

Dong Huangtai was shocked in his heart, and his consciousness swept across a radius of [-] miles in an instant, but found nothing.

Afterwards, Donghuang Taiyi urged Donghuang Bell again.

No matter who came, let's talk about the Twelve Heavenly Demons who destroyed the Wu clan first.

However, Donghuang Taiyi was horrified to find that his Chaos Clock could not be activated!

At the same time, a figure appeared in the air.

He stepped out one step, directly passing through the suffocating energy in the sky that had almost condensed into a solid body, and came to the crowd of the demon clan.

Donghuang Taiyi, Kunpeng, and the Empress were unable to move at this time, as if their bodies were no longer theirs.

And in Donghuang Taiyi's spiritual thoughts, he has no connection with Chaos Movement.

This is something that has never happened.

Moreover, the person who came from the sky in front of him, Dong Huang Taiyi couldn't see through his cultivation in any way, he could only see chaos.

Donghuang Taiyi is already a quasi-sage cultivation base at this time, and he has the Chaos Bell in hand, and the entire Honghuang is not afraid of anyone except Hongjun.

"Who are you, why do you want to help the Wu clan?"

Dong Huangtai asked abruptly with an ashen face.

The only one who can imprison a quasi-saint is a saint.

So in their eyes, this sudden appearance is a saint.

It must be said that Donghuang Taiyi is still very tough, even in the face of a saint, he dares to ask aloud.

The person who came was of course Zhou Xuan.

"I don't want to help the Wu clan, but to stop the war between the two clans."

Zhou Xuan smiled and shook his head.

"We have a deep hatred with the Wu clan, why do you stop it?"

Dong Huangtai said coldly.

"Oh, why? Isn't that enough?"

Zhou Xuan laughed dumbly and pointed at the three of them.

Dong Huangtai was silent, he understood what Zhou Xuan meant.

Just relying on him, Zhou Xuan, directly imprisoned the three of them without making a sound.

You must know that Donghuang Taiyi is a quasi-sage cultivation base.

In addition to saints, even quasi-sages of the same rank cannot be imprisoned.

With this one hand, Zhou Xuan is qualified.

"As for who I am, you can call me Daoxuan Zhenren."

Daoxuan real person?

Donghuang Taiyi is a congenital soul, that is, a creature born with the creation of the Great Desolation.

He lived for as long as the prehistoric times.

But he had never heard of Daoxuan Zhenren.

"Shen Daoxuan, you can't stop it."

Donghuang Taiyi said slowly: "Once the Twelve Capitals of the Witch Clan is activated, even if you are a saint, you can't stop it. Even if you can kill hundreds of millions of Witch Clan in an instant, it's too late now."

"Oh, really?"

Zhou Xuan smiled and looked up at the sky.

The Twelve Capitals of Heavenly Gods and Demons have almost drained the blood of hundreds of millions of witches, and the real body of Pangu in the sky is about to take shape.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches are also crumbling.

Donghuang Taiyi said it well, even if the Twelve Capitals are now stopped, it will be of no avail.

Zhou Xuan smiled slightly, and ignored Donghuang Taiyi, but slowly descended to the side of the Twelve Ancestral Witch.

The twelve ancestors were dying at this time, and their bloodlines were almost exhausted.