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And the prehistoric spirits are also paying attention to this place with all their attention.

"Could it be that Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi, and Kunpeng Patriarch will also fall today, and the prehistoric world will fall today, the four quasi-sages who are extremely powerful at the peak level!"

At this moment, a terrible idea has emerged in the mind of Hong Huang Wan Ling.

Judging from the current situation, the three of Di Jun are indeed doomed.

However, no one felt sorry for Di Jun and the others.

After all, what the three of Dijun did before was really despicable, and they even forced Patriarch Hongyun to death.

Now, it is only natural for Zhen Yuanzi to kill them.

"Brothers, let's go together, it's the turn of these three miscellaneous birds!"

The Gonggong ancestor witch greeted, and the twelve ancestor witches immediately rushed forward.

"Fellow Daoist of the Witch Clan..."

At this time, Zhen Yuanzi's hoarse voice sounded, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches stopped.

"Trouble fellow daoists, help me defend the battlefield. I want to avenge Hongyun's old friend with my own hands!"

Zhen Yuanzi said.

Hearing this, the Twelve Ancestral Witches immediately looked at each other, and then directly scattered at the edge of the battlefield, using their magical powers to confine the entire space, preventing the three of Di Jun from escaping.

"Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding!"

At this moment, Di Jun no longer had the demeanor of a demon emperor, facing the extremely furious Zhen Yuanzi, he kept backing away in a panic, without a trace of blood on his face.

"Yes, it's all a misunderstanding. I just wanted to get the exercises, and I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Hongyun to explode himself."

Donghuang Taiyi also quickly explained.

"What kind of compensation does Fellow Daoist want, everything is easy to talk about."

The ancestor Kunpeng was completely panicked at the moment.

"compensation?"

Zhen Yuanzi walked in the void step by step, and with each step, the surrounding heaven and earth trembled suddenly, making a dull sound.

"What kind of compensation can save my friend's life!"

Zhen Yuanzi shouted angrily, and his voice exploded like thunder, and he slapped Di Jun and the three of them flying away.

In the hands of the enraged Zhen Yuanzi, the three of Di Jun flew across hundreds of millions of miles like fallen leaves under a strong wind.

"Cough cough..."

When Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, and Kunpeng Patriarch got up, their bodies were almost cracked, and blood flowed out from the wounds.

With just this slap, almost all the bones on Di Jun's body were blown apart and turned into powder.

Their internal organs were also severely traumatized, and they relied entirely on their powerful cultivation to maintain their vitality.

Di Jun and Dong Huang were terrified to the extreme, secretly trying to tear open the space and escape back to the Demon Court.

But Emperor Jiang Zuwu controls the power of the law of space, and the space here is imprisoned like divine gold.

They couldn't break through when they were seriously injured.

What frightened them even more was that Zhen Yuanzi in the distance took another step and appeared in front of them in an instant.

Zhen Yuanzi's face was gloomy, thick demonic energy and a real murderous aura lingered all over his body, and his huge palm was raised high again, and the terrifying power of law gathered in his palm.

"Go to hell!"

Zhen Yuanzi let out an angry roar, the whole sky trembled, thunder and lightning flashed between the sky and the earth, the wind was strong, and thick lightning bolts shot out from the void, reflecting the sky and the earth in a radius of hundreds of millions of miles into a pale white.

Seeing this, all the prehistoric spirits felt a strong chill in their hearts.

The anger in Zhen Yuanzi's heart had reached an unprecedented level, and it actually directly affected the outside world.

Zhen Yuanzi's eyes were burning, and his black hair danced wildly, like a demon god.

Looking at the terrifying giant hand above the sky, Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, and Patriarch Kunpeng were so frightened that they felt that they were about to die.

With their current situation, they can only barely stabilize their vitality, and they can't even activate the Chaos Clock.

With Zhen Yuanzi's slap, the three of them would definitely explode physically and die.

The hearts of Di Jun and others were ashamed. They didn't expect that their carefully planned actions would not only gain nothing, but they were now in such a precarious situation.

The prehistoric people held their breaths and concentrated, intending to witness the moment of the demon court's fall.

Just when Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi watched the terrifying palm fall in despair, they thought they were about to fall.

A seven-color barrier appeared.

This seven-color barrier is as smooth and flat as the surface of calm water, shedding billions of rays of light rain, exuding a vast and sacred aura.

After Zhen Yuanzi's terrifying big hand fell, it was blocked by the seven-color barrier.

The seven-color barrier is just a faint ripple, and there is no sign of breaking it.

For a moment, the entire prehistoric world was stunned.

Zhen Yuanzi's strength was strong before, and everyone had seen it before.

They didn't expect that the barrier as thin as a cicada's wings in front of them could actually block Zhen Yuanzi's full blow under the rage.

The twelve ancestor witches looked at each other, and they both saw the deep shock in each other's eyes.

After all, none of them felt any energy fluctuations, and the barrier in front of them seemed to appear out of thin air.

You must know that the twelve ancestor witches are all strong at the pinnacle of quasi-sages, and Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin ancestor witches even control the power of the law of space and time.

Generally speaking, it is almost impossible for the strong in the quasi-sage realm to do this.

The only possibilities are:
"The saint has taken action!"

Zhen Yuanzi was going to kill the three of Dijun from the prehistoric world, to avenge his old friend Hongyun Patriarch, but he didn't expect that this fatal blow was actually blocked.

Zhen Yuanzi's face was extremely ugly, and the anger in his heart was almost gushing out.

And Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, and Kunpeng Patriarch survived the desperate situation, and their faces suddenly showed hopeful expressions.

They also didn't expect that someone would help them at this time.

At this time, the door of the void opened, and a graceful and luxurious Nuwa walked out of it, dressed in a long snow-white dress, with a delicate face and a phoenix crown on her head.

When the sage travels, the whole prehistoric world resonates with him, and Nuwa's gestures are accompanied by the power of heaven and earth, exuding a supreme aura.

"Nuwa saint, saint help!"

The ancestor of Kunpeng hurriedly crawled to Nuwa's feet.

The feeling of being shrouded in death before was really terrible, and he really didn't want to feel it again.

But Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi stood up, tidied up their appearance, and tried their best to make themselves look decent.

After all, Nu Wa is still the Emperor Wa of the Demon Court in name.

They must not lose face too much.

"Thank you Saint for your help."

Dijun and Donghuangtai gave a slight salute to Nuwa.

"Ah."

Nuwa nodded.

"This is the last time I will help the demon clan. After today, I will have nothing to do with the demon clan."

Nu Wa said, and began to chat with Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

On the other side, Zhen Yuanzi was staring at Nu Wa and Di Jun, his whole body boiling with murderous intent.