Chapter 45: Fierce Battle (4)

  The explosion of the Big Dipper's starry array made the eleventh ancestor witch angry and frustrated at the same time. If it weren't for the earth fire and water rushing into the array, increasing its explosive power, how could Pangu's true body be defeated by the explosion?

  Depressed and returned depressed, the eleventh ancestor Wu saw that Dong Huang Taiyi and Emperor Jun were both seriously injured. Emperor Jiang laughed and said, "Go up and kill these two flat-haired golden crows."

  One sentence made Emperor Jun and Taiyi vomit blood again, this Emperor Jiang is really hateful.

  Dong Huang Ta Yi topped the Dong Huang Bell, and once again faced the six ancestral witches. Emperor Jun, on the other hand, was facing five ancestral witches, at a disadvantage, his strength originally comparable to only four ancestral witches. Now, not only were the Hetu Luoshu damaged, but there was also an additional ancestral witch, how could he engage in a great battle?

  Just then, Fuxi flew up from under Mount Zhuowu. It turned out that several big demons had arrived and were holding down the big witches who were entangling Fuxi, allowing him to free his hands. Seeing Emperor Jun in trouble, he didn't have time to kill these big witches and rushed directly to the Heavenly Court.

  Fuxi was relieved of the pressure from the previous great witch, Emperor Jun, but even so, he was still in a very difficult situation. Previously, he could rely on his magic treasure to withstand the four ancestral witches, but now the magic treasure's power had weakened, and he himself was also severely injured, how could he resist the four people in front of him?

  Under the mountains, countless strange and bizarre witches, along with innumerable demonic tribes themselves, were constantly colliding and clashing. Countless thunderbolts and lightning fires, hurricanes and icy swords flashed amidst the killing squads.

  Dark clouds rolled, demonic fire swept the sky, the primordial energy of chaos collided with the power of the stars, bursting into a dazzling light. From afar, it was an exceptionally resplendent sight, like fireworks. Yet, this brilliant light took away batch after batch of the Witch-Yao tribe people.

  Only to see in the crowd of killing, Da Wu Xing Tian suddenly appeared, his whole body dark red, one hand holding a black giant axe, and the other hand holding a beast-patterned blue ancient shield, charging horizontally among the group of monsters.

  A large axe in hand, slash after slash was made in the void, and black cracks appeared one after another. It's unknown how many demons were killed, and the dead demon gods' souls couldn't escape, all being sucked into the axe. On the black axe head, a thread of blood light flashed, wandering around restlessly.

  The massive earth fire wind and water impact on the giant shield in Xingtian's hand were all blocked by the giant shield. A few that passed through the giant shield hit Xingtian's body, but only left a faint mark on his body.

  On the battlefield, there was also Xiang Liu of the Gonggong tribe, with nine huge heads swaying back and forth, his long snake-like body resembling a giant dragon, constantly spewing out toxic liquids, extremely foul-smelling, specializing in polluting magical artifacts, injuring people's primordial spirits, cruel and ruthless, countless evil gods were slaughtered by him.

  There is also the Xuanming tribe's nine phoenixes, spreading their majestic wings, nine bird heads chirping and screaming strangely, piercing people's eardrums. The endless aura of the underworld condensed in the void into a giant bone mountain. On top of the bone mountain, a giant white-boned giant made of white mist waved its hands, countless bone thorns shooting towards the crowd of demons like meteors.

  The demon clan was also majestic, with endless thunder and fire, countless treasures were sacrificed in the air, shining brightly, and the vast yuanqi fluctuated, simultaneously pulling the starry yuan force, colliding on the witch tribe's body.

  Among them, Ying Zhao led the charge, with his back to the enemy, wielding a halberd and a Changyang sword that seemed like a long rainbow. He darted in and out of the crowd, and every time he stopped, another shaman would burst forth, and in a short span of time, the number of shamans who died at his hands was countless.

  Tanhu, Qiongqi, Tusun, Luzhu, and Kuaiji were all unstoppable, sweeping away the various witch people.

  Shunyang Mountain, after Yun Zhongzi's self-explosion of the Tian Xing Dou Great Array, handed over the 12th-grade Extinction Lotus Platform to Duobao, temporarily controlling it. He then bid farewell to Xuandu and Zhenyuanzi, saying he had something to attend to, before unfolding his form and flying towards Buzhou Mountain with all his might.

  The intensity of the battle was far beyond what it was last time, and all the little monsters and witches were also killing with their eyes red, using all their strength to slaughter the enemy.

  Even these demon gods and witches were so exhausted from battle, let alone the great war between the Eleventh Ancestor Witch and Emperor Jun, Taiyi and Fuxi.

  However, Di Jun's face was very unsightly, because after such a long time, Kun Peng had not appeared yet. He had originally hoped that Kun Peng would come to assist him and hold back the two Zu Wu, so that he could destroy one of the Zu Wu in a short period of time with all his might. But now, the current situation made Di Jun somewhat frantic.

  Taiyi slowly fell into a disadvantage, after all, he was facing six ancestral witches, and Taiyi himself was also seriously injured.

  Although the six ancestral witches were also injured to varying degrees, they were far from being as heavily injured as Taiyi, so against Taiyi, the six of them seemed to be in control. However, they did not become complacent and all went all out, hoping to kill Taiyi in a short period of time to avoid unnecessary trouble, because the demon clan had a saint.

  Since the saint didn't appear now, it's clear that he was being held back by someone. The six ancestral witches accelerated their attack speed even more.

  Although the ancestors of Wu did not have any magical artifacts, they each possessed their own divine powers. They summoned massive mountain peaks, torrential floods, and vast seas of thunder, all hurtling towards Emperor Jun and his companions.

  As time went on, Di Jun and the others became increasingly unable to withstand, only Fuxi was able to temporarily gain the upper hand, but for a short while it was impossible to determine victory or defeat, let alone kill the opponent.

  Di Jun watched with growing anxiety, his heart having cursed Kun Peng countless times. If it weren't for Kun Peng's sudden desertion in battle, how would they have ended up in such a state?

  The six-legged, four-winged Emperor Jiang was all over the red, constantly chattering and laughing strangely in Emperor Jun's ear, flapping his wings up and down in mid-air, his claws never leaving Emperor Jun's face, making Emperor Jun tired of resisting.

  Xuán Míng yǎng tiān páo xiào, wú jìn de shā qì tòu tǐ ér chū, mí màn zhěng gè xū kōng, zhōu shēn gǔ cì jiān ruì fēng lì, hún shēn dà zhèn, wú qióng wú jìn de gǔ cì jìn jiāng cì xiàng Dōng Huáng Tài Yī.

  A python-headed man with his body, stepped on two black dragons, Gonggong's hand seemed to hold a piece of starry sky, the halberd transformed from the chaotic waters carried infinite power and killed towards Taiyi.

  Taiyi's face turned even paler under the relentless attack of the six ancestral witches, the Donghuang Bell was also swaying unsteadily, the purple air and light were dim, and the divine power had long been lost. Emperor Jun was even more helpless, being beaten by the four ancestral witches without any resistance. Fuxi was slightly better off, and even had the upper hand.

  Suddenly, Emperor Jiang, who was besieging Emperor Jun, made a swift move and disappeared in an instant before Emperor Jun's eyes. Emperor Jun was stunned, then greatly shocked, just thinking of warning Fu Xi and Tai Yi, when he heard a miserable cry from Fu Xi.

  Only to see Di Jiang's hand inserted straight into Fuxi's chest, with a bloodthirsty gaze in his eyes, letting out a strange and eerie laugh.

  Di Jiang's hand shook, and Fu Xi's physical body disintegrated into dust. Di Jiang was just about to erase the last wisp of Fu Xi's true spirit.

  At this moment, the goddess Nüwa's face turned angry, and she was about to stop everything from flying up to the Heavenly Court. Just then, Laozi waved his hand, and a scroll flew out instantly, appearing in the Heavenly Court the next moment, directly rolling up Fuxi's only remaining strand of true spirit, flying towards the thirty-third heaven outside.

  Di Jiang raised his head and gazed at the void, suppressing the raging fire in his chest. He turned his head and let out a loud laugh, then flew towards Di Jun with Zhu Rong, who had previously fought against Fu Xi. The five ancestral witches joined forces to attack Di Jun, making his situation even more unfavorable.

  Di Jun felt a sense of despair, he had not expected that after comprehending the Zhou Tian Star Array, he would still be no match for the Wu tribe. Seeing the situation was about to become one-sided, he gritted his teeth and a fierce sun appeared on top of his head, with a three-legged golden crow inside, its expression somewhat wilted.

  "Taiyi, from now on, the demon clan will be handed over to you."

  Di Jun poured all his magical powers into the Blazing Sun, and the three-legged Golden Crow seemed to have taken a tonic, instantly growing taller and larger. It let out a mournful cry towards the sky, and its body suddenly exploded.

  At the same time, Di Jun threw out the Hetu Luoshu in his hand, enlarged it, and covered himself and Emperor Jiang and five ancestral witches.

  Taiyi was shocked, "Big brother, don't..."

  The words had barely been spoken when the fierce sun burst forth, like a stroke of proud sunlight across the sky, and the heavenly court was bathed in a brilliant light that illuminated the entire Primordial Chaos.

  The self-destruction of the Super-Accurate Sage was not simple, and the explosive force submerged everything covered by the Hetu Luoshu. Moreover, that destructive power also burst out from it, pouring into the foot of Mount Buzhou, turning countless demons and witches into powder.

  The massive yuanqi destroyed everything, the surrounding void collapsed in an instant, and returned to chaos. Countless earth fires, winds, and waters appeared, sweeping towards Mount Buzhou, and a mournful cry erupted instantly.

  When everything calmed down, Emperor Jun and Emperor Jiang's figures had already disappeared, turning into dust.

  The He Tu and Luo Shu's radiance converged, transforming into a dragon-shaped jade stone and a tortoise shell that fell from the sky. Tai Yi watched as his own brother, one of countless brothers who had shared numerous primordial gatherings, died before his eyes. Enraged, Tai Yi sought to seize the He Tu and Luo Shu but was surrounded by six ancestral shamans, unable to break free. Thus, Eastern Emperor Tai Yi launched a frenzied attack on the six ancestral shamans.

  The six ancestors were equally fierce and powerful, although the six people were born to be reckless, but seeing their own five brothers die like this made them feel as if someone had grabbed their heart fiercely. Therefore, all six of them had bloodshot eyes, ignoring their injuries, and desperately attacked Taiyi.

  Just as the Hetu Luoshu fell to Buzhou Mountain, a miserable green light appeared, stretching out its hand to grab two treasures, but at this moment, a black gun suddenly pierced from the side, and the crimson thread on the gun tip made those who knew its origin furious.

  The figure didn't dare to provoke him, and in an instant, a flash of movement dodged the black gun. As a result, the figure had no choice but to temporarily abandon the Hetu Luoshu, two treasured artifacts.

  The figure emerged in the distance, it was Kunpeng. At this moment, Kunpeng could be said to be extremely angry in his heart, just a little bit and he would have obtained these two powerful treasures, but in the end, someone intervened and stole them away. He glared sideways, his eyes filled with malice, and spat out, "Yun Zhongzi!"

  By the side of Hetu Luoshu, Yun Zhongzi's figure appeared, but his breath was a bit unstable, obviously just arrived. Yun Zhongzi held the Gun of Assassinating Gods and took over Hetu Luoshu with ease, finally revealing a hint of smile on his face, not in vain for his hard work running wildly all the way. With satisfaction, he put the two treasures into Qing Hu Lu and said, "Kunpeng Daoist friend, why are you hiding here instead of helping Taiyi Daoist friend to fight against the enemy?"

  Kunpeng was furious, but when he discovered that Yun Zhongzi's cultivation had reached the late stage of Daluo Jinxian, his heart skipped a beat. Although he wanted to seize the Hetu Luoshu by force, Yun Zhongzi held the Divine Gun and the Twelve-Piece Black Lotus of Destruction in his hand, leaving Kunpeng with no hope of obtaining it. Gnashing his teeth, he didn't say a word and flew away directly.

  The Eastern Emperor Taiyi was furious, and his hatred for Kunpeng's teeth was biting. At the critical moment, Kunpeng not only failed to assist Emperor Jun in resisting the Wu tribe but also wanted to seize the Hetu Luoshu after Emperor Jun's death. Even if he was entangled by six ancestral witches at this moment, Taiyi hated him so much that he wanted to chase and kill Kunpeng immediately.