Fishing the heavens, the Styx fished out the fruit of the saint

Then, the morale of both sides changed immediately.

One moment, the witch clan fell into boundless despair, and the next moment, they were reduced to the monster clan and experienced the same feeling.

The Wu clan exchanged two ancestral witches for a great emperor.

Can the remaining Eastern Emperor block the joint attack of the other ten great ancestor witches?
Sadness welled up in Yaozu's heart.

I can't help but worry about my own emperor.

But in the end, it completely turned into a touch of firmness.

As long as one's own side gains an advantage, it will definitely bring a turning point to the Heavenly Emperor's side.

It has an invincible posture, and two of the twelve ancestor witches were killed.

Now there are only ten statues left, so there is no reason for him to be defeated.

Yaozu is cheering for himself.

When people are in despair, they will inevitably find various reasons to give themselves a hope.

Only in this way can they feel the meaning of life.

Obviously, Yaozu is now in such a situation.

Although the Wu clan felt that the victory must belong to them in the end.

But the fall of any ancestor witch is an unbearable pain for the witch clan.

They felt that Di Jun's fall cost the lives of the two great ancestor witches.

If the Eastern Emperor dies again, how many ancestral witches will he take away?

Thinking of this situation, they also broke out in a desperate fight.

They want to create an advantage for the top ten ancestor witches.

They can no longer let the Dinghaishenzhen of the Wu Clan fall.

All of a sudden, the Lich clan launched a more intense life-and-death struggle.

In this battle, they will fight for their beliefs.

pity.

The battle situation in the chaos is somewhat different from what they imagined.

There is not a big deviation between the imagination of the two Liches and the facts.

The fall of Gong Gong and Zhu Rong was not due to being killed, but due to exhaustion and an overload explosion.

In chaos!
The waves of the chaotic sea kept rising and falling.

Fight till now.

Whether it is the Ten Great Ancestral Witches or the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, they seem to have lost their fighting power.

At this moment, they find it difficult to even move.

The boundless chaotic mist eroded their minds and wiped out the few vitality in them.

The dignified pinnacle quasi-sage and power, the highest and strongest in the world, fighting to such an extent, how can it be described as tragic.

The two sides, life and death, are now only tens of feet apart, but the chaotic zone between them is like a moat.

"I never thought that this emperor, the majestic Lord of the Nine Heavens, would end up in such a fate."

The Eastern Emperor collapsed on the ground, and in his words, the hatred of regarding the Wu Clan as the enemy of life and death was gone.

By now.

Winning or losing, winning or losing, grievances, all of these are not important.

Because the two sides have fought so far, they have lost the possibility of surviving.

What greeted them was the fate of being annihilated by chaos.

They are too weak, so weak that even the chaotic and harsh environment may end the lives of both parties at any time.

in the face of death.

It is meaningless to care about all the hatred.

Di Jun coughed up blood.

He looked directly at Donghuang.

"This battle, after all, my witch clan won."

"At this point, does winning or losing matter?"

Donghuang Taiyi asked back.

This peerless figure who once dominated the world no longer had the domineering aura he had before.

On the contrary, when he was dying, he saw everything as if he had an epiphany.

"That's natural!"

Gou Mang coughed up blood and laughed.

"My witch clan was born in the body of Godfather Pangu, and what I inherit is the will of Godfather. We can die in our life, but we must never be defeated."

These words were sonorous and forceful, but they also exhausted all his energy.

Between the heavens and the earth, blood rained down, and another supreme power fell, and the whole world was in an uproar.

No one thought of it.

The Wu clan is so staunch.

Don't admit defeat even if you die.

Even if you die, you have to win or lose.

In the chaos, the conversation continued.

Donghuang Taiyi did not argue with him.

At this time, what's the point of winning the debate, but a sense of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"I knew this earlier, if you didn't compete with this emperor for the power of heaven and earth, why would you end up like this?"

"Donghuang, there are no ifs in the world, my witch family stands upright, and I never regret what I do."

"When I come to this world, I should leave something in it."

"If there is only if in life, then there is no difference between living and dying. On the contrary, as long as you look up to your heart and bow to the ground, we will not be in this world for nothing."

"As the Lord of the Nine Heavens, you can't even see through this."

"If you can always insist on your own morality, even if you are defeated by us, we will regard you as a respectable opponent, but with your attitude, I really despise you from the bottom of my heart."

It was She Bishi who spoke.

When the Eastern Emperor Taiyi heard the words, his eyes were dim.

No words.

It's not speculative to talk more than half a step.

He and these ancestral witches really have nothing in common.

It's a lifetime of reminiscence.

Conquering the South and the North, strategizing, and running all the agencies, it ended up like this in the end.

Regret?

Naturally there is not.

Resent it?

Also does not exist.

In the final analysis, the battle between him and the Wu Clan was the end of life and death.

Now that he has lost both sides in the fight, if you want to blame, you can only blame him for not being strong enough to subdue all dissatisfaction in the world.

Zuwu here.

The ten ancestral witches are having the final exchange of life.

Di Jun: "East Emperor, if you say that your Demon Court has failed, you must be unwilling."

"But today, I really want you to be convinced."

talking room.

He and the other brothers looked at each other.

In the end, they all focused their attention on Houtu.

Houtu felt something.

It just wanted to speak.

But it was directly stopped by the rest of the ancestral witches.

"Don't talk, now we have only one breath to hang our lives."

"Little Tu, the future of the Wu Clan is in your hands!"

It was this kind of message that became the last words of the great ancestor witches.

The voice fell.

The nine ancestor witches all drank together.

This is to condense their last vitality and open a passage to the prehistoric for Houtu.

They want the Eastern Emperor to know that they are the Wu Clan, not the king of talking.

Speaking of defeating the Demon Court, one must defeat the Demon Court.

In the end, if one of the twelve ancestor witches can survive, it is an ironclad proof of their victory.

"Brothers!"

Houtu wept loudly.

Facing the decisions of the brothers, she was powerless to refute.

He had already made the decision to live and die with the big brothers.

But in the end, all the brothers worked together to let out the last breath of life, only to open a way out for her.

"Rumble..."

in endless chaos.

A bright passage suddenly took shape.

When the Twelve Ancestral Witches breathed out their last breath of life, they were already out of breath.

But their deaths were not without meaning.

They left an ancestor witch for the Wu clan, and also left a hope.

Without them, perhaps the Wu Clan would decline, but with Houtu, the Wu Clan would definitely not perish.

Looking at Houtu who was sent away by the Tongtian Light Pillar.

Donghuang Taiyi's rarely peaceful heart was once again in a state of turmoil.

Is this the witch clan?

"What a witch!"

"It's really a good witch clan!"

It laughed out loud.

Gathering the last breath of anger in the wanton laughter, he threw the Chaos Clock towards the passage opened by the Nine Great Ancestral Witches.

Immediately, the figure was forever frozen in the chaos.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi, die!