Duke Dong's expression changed, and he hurriedly recalled the God-killing Spear. But no matter how he summoned him, he couldn't bring him back. "Emperor Jun!" Duke Dongwang roared angrily when he saw the God-eating Spear being taken away. The three-legged golden crow is not exactly what Emperor Jun wants! Dongwang Zhengyi was about to launch the third attack. But then a voice sounded in my heart. "Are you sure you still want to fight him?" "Although this is just an incarnation of his borrowed physical form, it can still maintain the fighting power of a saint. It has the same three strikes as me." "He just used the first blow now!"
Rahu's voice sounded in the heart of Duke Dong. "What should we do now?" Dong Wanggong's eyes changed. "Use the power of this blow to kill those ancestral witches, and you can still achieve your goal by killing them." "really?" Prince Dong didn't believe it. "nature!" "I'll hold off for you for a moment." Luo Hu's voice deepened. Prince Dong was a little unwilling. But now I can’t care about so much. Dong Wangong's heart moved, and he immediately pushed forward the power of the final blow. Even though he didn't have the God-killing Spear, he used his right palm to kill the eleven ancestral witches. The rolling torrent tears the heaven and the earth apart and kills all the ancestral witches! Di Jun had just conquered the God-killing Spear. Seeing that Prince Dong could still send out a saint's power, his expression changed slightly. Frankly speaking, the death of the eleven ancestral witches would be of great benefit to Di Jun. This is an unstable force. After a slight hesitation, Di Jun was still ready to save them. These ancestral witches were of great help in conquering the world of Greek mythology.
Just as Di Jun was about to fly forward, the subdued God-killing Spear burst out with a blast of destructive power. The three-legged golden crow transformed by Emperor Jun's Fire Feather burst out with divine light like the scorching sun. An immortal talisman suppressed it again, forcibly suppressing this divine light. But he was delayed for a moment. The torrent of destruction is moving forward to destroy the ancestral witch. The incarnation of Di Jun felt a slight change in his heart, thinking that he couldn't save them today? Why did Luo Hu want to kill these ancestral witches? Di Jun was quite confused. But now it was really too late. At this moment, the Six Paths of Samsara behind him emitted infinite auspicious light. A drop of bright red blood flew out of it! The true blood attracted the power of the earth and condensed into a villain! The power of the little man and the earth merged with each other, transforming into a dharma body. It has a human body and a snake tail, seven hands behind its back, and two hands on its chest holding a flying snake. It’s the central ancestral witch! "Sister!" Di Jiang exclaimed. The other ancestral witches also looked surprised. The next moment, the central ancestral witch stood together with the eleven ancestral witches. Suddenly, there was a connection between the bodies of the eleven ancestral witches. The true body of the ancestral witch transformed into twelve laws and turned into twelve heavenly pillars rolling up. In the middle of the Tianzhu, there is ultimately endless black smoke! The black smoke turned, and a tall giant standing tall on the sky walked out of it! All this sounds long, but in fact it only lasts a moment! Facing a saint-level attack, the giant just raised his hand and struck forward lightly. The space in front of you is divided into two colors: Yin and Yang. The power of Yin and Yang was shattered, just like the beginning of the world, creating a void of chaos! In the outer world, Sanqing felt the giant in the nether world, and his expression suddenly changed.
Because this is the father God Pangu who created them! They respected Pangu. But I don’t want to see this god resurrected! The opponent's resurrection will definitely absorb the three of them. All three of them are now saints. How can you give up your destiny to others? For a while, he guarded the door with his own magic weapon and refused to relax even a little bit. The yin and yang creation directly blocked the saint's final blow from Dong Wangong! All this disappeared without any aftermath. This giant looked at Di Jun with some kindness in his eyes. He turned around and glanced at the world again, his body shook and twisted, and slowly dissipated. Eleven ancestral witches emerged from it, with a bit of confusion in their eyes. Hou Tu's figure immediately shattered and disappeared without a trace. "This is the true blood that Sister Houtu left in the six paths of reincarnation." "If she doesn't consume it, she might be able to resurrect with this blood." "Now she has exhausted her true blood in order to save us!" Di Jiang raised his hand and grabbed it, trying to catch the slightest trace of Hou Tu. There was deep sadness in his eyes. His sister really can't come back! "I killed him!" Zhu Rong shouted angrily. Tianli's Divine Fire Whip and Sword of Light headed towards Duke Dong to kill him. Prince Dong's expression changed, and he activated the World-Destroying Black Lotus to escape into the void without even thinking about it. As for the God-Eating Spear, I had no choice but to give it up reluctantly. Lives matter. Zhu Rong's blow hit the empty space. He was about to catch up, but was stopped by Di Jiang. "Emperor of Heaven, can you save my sister?" "If it's possible, I would be grateful to all of our Wu Clan!"
Di Jiang's words restored Zhu Rong's sanity. The most important thing now is to save my sister. Others may not have the ability, but Di Jun may not. Di Jun is a Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal, capable of defeating three saints. "Take out the robe and seal that this emperor gave you." The three-legged golden crow spoke. Di Jiang's face was filled with joy, and he grabbed the set of gorgeous clothes given to him by Di Jun from the space next to him, as well as the seal that symbolized Hou Tu's identity. The three-legged golden crow roared loudly. There is a list hanging down in the sky. It's the list of gods! Among the list of gods, there is the name of the god Hou Tu! As Di Jun thought, the surging force of the world began to pour into that name. But there was a resistance between heaven and earth, unwilling to let him do this. "Um?" Di Jun frowned. "I will arrange it myself!" Di Jun spit out a few words. That resistance suddenly disappeared. The names on the list of gods are filled with the force of the world. Slowly twisting and changing, she turned into a goddess! The goddess closed her eyes tightly and slowly walked out of the list of gods. The gorgeous clothes and seals held by Di Jiang automatically flew to the body of the goddess without any wind. "From today on, the Houtu will only serve to inherit Tian's example, be virtuous and prosperous, and be the Emperor of Houtu. There will no longer be the Houtu of the Wu clan." Di Jun severed the connection between Hou Tu and the Wu clan. This was also the price he had to pay when the power of heaven was hindered just now. Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the world suddenly felt much more relaxed. The fate of the witch clan and the nether world was about half broken. The expressions of many ancestral witches changed slightly.
I felt a change, and my expression was not very good. But he didn't say anything. Di Jun saved his sister. As long as the sister is still alive, it doesn't matter whether she is a witch or not. Hou Tu opened his eyes, and everything just happened came to his mind. Feeling his new body, his expression was a little complicated. "younger sister!" Di Jiang came forward with excitement on his face. Xuan Ming, Zhu Jiuyin, Ling Shou and other ancestral shamans all rushed forward. Afraid that Houtu would disappear again and that she would be harmed.