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Duobao couldn't think of the answer. No matter how he thought about it, the emergence of witchcraft would be of great benefit to the witch clan.

As the descendant of the ancestral witch, it is impossible not to consider the witch clan.

"Or...by that time, the witch clan will actually no longer need witchcraft?"

Suddenly, a thought flashed across, and Duobao was startled.

"There is no need for witchcraft, no need for reincarnation... By that time, have the Wu clan completely surpassed reincarnation?"

Duobao was inexplicably horrified, this was really an astonishing guess.

Beyond reincarnation?

A race beyond reincarnation?

How powerful should that be?

"I can't die and die, and reach eternity, so that I don't need reincarnation, I don't need witchcraft...but then..."

It is not surprising that a single person or even a few people can reach this level, but if the entire race reaches this level, it is really amazing.

Even Duobao now, no matter how he thinks, can't imagine how to make a race reach such a level.

That is no longer the improvement of an individual, but the transformation of the entire race from the foundation, root, and genes.

To reach this level, the simplest understanding is that the appearance of any newborn creature must be at this level, to be regarded as the detachment and eternity of the entire race!

"Hiss~" The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became, and the more I thought about it, the more shocking I became.

"Witch Clan, Witch Clan... If the Witch Clan has reached this level, what about the Monster Clan?"

Duobao thought in shock: "The Yaozu must not be inferior to the Wuzu, so the Yaozu has also reached this level."

"So, at the end of the Lich Age, both the Liches have already transcended... No, that's not true."

Duobao suddenly thought that if both Liches and Demons had achieved detachment, then it would be impossible for Liches to escape from being the protagonists of the world, and the human race would have no chance of rising.

A lich of this level is enough to occupy the position of the protagonist of heaven and earth forever.

Thinking about it this way, countless unreasonable and unexplainable things suddenly appeared.

Duobao felt his head hurting: "Is Pangu so powerful?"

"The general trend he set, even the two clans of liches who have reached eternity, can't compete...falling under the general trend?"

Duobao frowned like a pimple, and countless questions appeared in his heart.

"There is also the Yaozu. If the Yaozu reaches eternity, how will the ordinary Yaozu in later generations be explained?"

Chapter 3 Cleaning up the Demon Realm

"Di Jun, Tai Yi, you two miscellaneous birds, have you come out early?"

Above the sky, Di Jun and others were worrying about themselves, when suddenly a hearty laughter came from their ears.

Tai looked unkind, facing the sudden appearance of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, he said angrily: "Didn't you twelve pimples come out too?"

Zhu Rong clenched his fists and said, "Tai Yi, your skin is itchy, do you want the uncle to help you with your bones?"

It's great that the golden sun is burning on Tai Yi's body, he said coldly: "Okay, come on, who is afraid of whom?"

Although the relationship has eased after experiencing the friendship of fighting together and facing the enemy side by side, the temper between people is still there.

A comrade-in-arms is a comrade-in-arms, and when it's time to beat you up, he won't be soft-handed.

Taiyi and Zhu Rong are the two most obvious examples.

"Okay, now is not the time to fight." Di Jun said solemnly, and pulled the two people who were on the verge of sword fighting, and then said to Di Jiang: "It seems that you also have a feeling."

"Yes." Di Jiang nodded and looked at the earth: "It's just a sense, but I don't know exactly what happened."

"You came out before us, can you explain?"

During the interrogation, looking at the ground, he couldn't help frowning.

Devastated everywhere, the ground veins are chaotic, and the air veins are blocked. It seems that people are heartbroken at all.

"How did it become like this?"

Di Jiang was puzzled, remembering that before they left, the earth was combed very smooth and soft, how could it be in such a mess now?

I really don't understand...but at the same time, I also have a realization in my heart.

Come to think of it, this is also the reason why they can sense it.

If it weren't for such a mess, how could it make them feel uneasy in the dark trial field.

"It's like this..." Di Jun told the general situation, and then pointed to the sore-like demon realms on the ground and said, "That's the territory of your witch clan, and it's not easy for us to intervene."

"Now, hurry up and get rid of those demon domains, and we will go back together."

Dijiang was helpless: "So, Duobao made this again?"

Before coming here, he also had this vague guess, which is not very surprising, but now he just turned his guess into reality.

"Then... time is running out, let's do it quickly!"

After Di Jiang said something, he jumped off the sky and fell towards the earth.

Along the way, his body kept getting bigger and bigger than the mountain before he landed.

The other ancestral witches followed suit and jumped towards the ground.

All the living beings in the prehistoric world looked at the twelve giants falling from the sky, and they were horrified.

The 12 people landed on the ground, and their bodies, which were far larger than the mountains, did not cause much movement after falling, and were as light as mosquitoes.

The twelve ancestor witches have all turned into deities.

Emperor Jiang: Like a yellow sac, as red as a red fire, with six legs and four wings, he has no face and is the ancestor of space speed.

Jumang: As green as green bamboo, with the body of a bird and the face of a man, he rides two dragons on his feet, the ancestor of the oriental wood.

Zhu Rong: A beast-headed human body, with red scales, ears pierced by fire snakes, feet on fire dragons, the ancestor of fire in the south.

Shou Shou: Human face, tiger body, golden scales, two wings, left ear pierced with snake, feet riding two dragons, the ancestor of gold in the west.

Gong Gong: A man with a python head, wearing black scales, a black dragon on his feet, a blue python wrapped around his hands, the ancestor of the northern water.

Xuanming: Human face and bird body, with a green snake hanging from each ear on both sides, two green snakes on the feet, the ancestor witch of rain/ice.

Back Earth: Human body with snake tail, seven hands behind the back, two hands in front of the chest, holding the snake in both hands, the ancestor of the central soil.

Qiangliang: A snake in his mouth, a snake in his hand, a tiger-headed human body, four hoofed feet, long elbows, the ancestor of thunder.

Zhu Jiuyin: Human head, dragon body, red body, ancestor witch of time.

Tian Wu: Eight human faces, a tiger body and eight tails, the ancestor of wind and witch.

Heizi: Human face and bird body, with a blue snake hanging around his ears and a red snake in his hand, the ancestor of electricity.

Extravagant corpse: human face and animal body, ears like dogs, ears hanging green snakes, the ancestor of poisonous witches.

"Sure enough, has the Wu Clan returned?" In the sea of ​​blood, Styx looked at the twelve giants between heaven and earth: "I know that since the Yao Clan has returned, the Witch Clan will not be far away."

"Where did they go during this time?"

Ming He clenched the killing sword in his hand, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

Dijun, Taiyi and the others formed the Zhoutian Xingdou formation with the sky above, and set the rules of the sky. The limitations of the formation made it impossible for him to see clearly.

But when I watched it, I always felt that something was wrong, and there was a vague feeling in my heart.

And after the appearance of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, he immediately figured out what the feeling in his heart was, which was unwillingness.

The aura of the Twelve Ancestral Witches has far surpassed him. Just standing in the sea of ​​blood and watching from a distance, one can feel the astonishing strength... If standing in front of him, Styx can be sure , I am no longer an opponent of any of them.

You know, in the past, he didn't dare to say that he was against the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but at least he had a [-]% to [-]% chance of winning against any one of them.

Originally, they all existed at the same level, but now, they have been thrown away.

Even though the opponent did not break through the realm, it made him feel a huge gap.

"Sure enough, you left because you found an opportunity!"

Styx had a depressed face, his heart was full of unwillingness, and there were even more puzzlements.

What is the chance that allowed their strength to rise to such a level?

Honestly...he wants to go too!

He Styx, how could he lag behind others!

The Twelve Ancestral Witch Zhan stood on the ground, and a rich bloody light gradually appeared on his body.

It was the power of qi and blood, warm and hot.

The bloody rays of light scattered towards the wild land, and along the way, the damaged veins of the earth were restored, and the blocked air holes were also dredged.

The blood energy finally encountered the first Demon Realm, and the black air column rushed out, shaking the world, competing with the blood energy.

The blood is blocked and it is difficult to continue.

The twelve ancestor witches looked at each other and could feel the power of the Demon Realm. They nodded together, and a black light appeared on each of them.

The black light mixed in the blood energy, turning the red blood energy into a black red color.

The black and red blood energy hits the demon realm.

After a moment of stalemate, the Demon Realm retreated and shattered, revealing the barren area within.

There was a hint of anger in the eyes of the Twelve Patriarchal Witches.

In the area scattered by the demon realm, the earth veins and energy veins are gone, as if it was blank.

Compared with the broken ground veins and blocked air eyes in other places, the earth veins and air eyes here have been swallowed by the demon domain.

This is utter destruction, and even they can't do anything about it.

Under the control of the angry Twelve Ancestral Witches, the angry black and red blood accelerated and charged towards other demon realms.

This time, they were really angry, and they didn't expect that the harm of the Demon Realm would be so great.

They are the witch clan, and the earth is regarded as their mother.

The Wu clan even has a saying that they will never die if they step on the ground.

But now, their mother earth has been destroyed to such an extent, how can they not be angry?

If it's just damage and blockage, it's nothing more than devouring with no room for turning around, and it can't be recovered at all. This is permanent damage.

Xixi, Jieyin, Zhundi exclaimed: "So, do the Wu people still have such abilities?"

If they had known earlier, they would have gone looking for the Wu Clan long ago.

The western leylines were damaged before, if they knew that the witches had such abilities and found them, maybe the western ones would have recovered long ago.

However, it is not necessary now. In the previous good fortune, the land veins in the west have been restored.

"It's a pity." Zhun Di said regretfully.

Jieyin looked solemnly, looking at the Twelve Ancestral Witches: "Near Saint..."

Zhundi looked at Jieyin: "Brother, what did you say?"

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches, their strength has improved... they are about to approach saints."

Zhundi looked at the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and frowned: "The strength has improved. Before, it was only the early stage of the Zhunsheng, the middle stage, and now it is the peak, but... to say that it is close to the saint, it is still a little far away."

"Soon." The seriousness on the receiving face did not decrease, but became more intense: "It has only been a long time since they disappeared, and their strength has already increased to such a level... If it lasts a little longer... maybe there is no possibility of becoming a saint."

"The Twelve Patriarchal Witches became holy?" Zhun Di couldn't help shivering when he thought of that scene.

That's really scary!

The Twelve Ancestral Witches are already very powerful. If they all become saints, can this prehistoric world still proceed according to the original trend?

Moreover, the two clans of liches disappeared and appeared at the same time.

The witch clan has made such a big improvement, what about the monster clan?

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Zhundi looked at Tianqiong, into the eyes, Dijun, Taiyi... His face suddenly pulled down.

"Di Jun, Tai Yi is almost here."