Prehistoric: Blood Lord Styx, starting with 100,000 Pangu blood

"Don't go, let me satisfy my old lady first."

Xi He took Di Jun's hand and dragged him onto the bed.

"Lie down, I'll come this time."

In an instant, Xi He rode the Golden Crow and began to gallop across the battlefield.

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Buzhou Mountain.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches have gathered all the clansmen.

Fuxi stood beside them, full of energy, and he will also make a move this time.

He doesn't care about the ants of the human race.

"The witches obey orders."

Di Jiang looked at the crowd of people in the dark and said loudly.

Immediately, hearing Dijiang's call, one hundred and eight great witches came out.

Among them, the ones with the lowest cultivation level are all in the early stage of quasi-sage.

This is the most elite force of the Wu Clan.

"You guys, divide into one hundred and eight groups, each leading millions of Wu clan soldiers."

"Hunting people from all over the wild, collecting souls, condensing the essence of the primordial spirit, and devouring human bodies."

"Remember, be quick."

Di Jiang was murderous, with a solemn expression on his face.

The countless witches became excited after hearing this.

"As ordered."

"Witches don't respect the way of heaven, they only respect Pangu."

"Witch Clan, dominate the Great Desolation."

Those witches howled loudly, and the mountains were filled with the voices of the witches.

Afterwards, Di Jiang looked at the other ancestral witches.

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches lead an army of tens of thousands of witches to the ancestral land of the human race on the coast of the East China Sea."

"Kill all the human races in the ancestral land of the human race and collect their souls."

Di Jiang knew that there was Kunpeng sitting in the ancestral land of the human race, so he took the ancestral witch to attack Kunpeng.

With an order, the Wu Clan went out to fight.

Countless shamans left Buzhou Mountain and went to kill all places in the prehistoric region.

As long as there are people, there will be an army of Wu people.

For a time, the entire Great Desolate Continent was filled with an army of Wu Clan.

decades ago.

Kunpeng has ordered all the races to gather towards the shore of the East China Sea.

Although he is a demon master, he is also a master of the human race.

After meeting with Bai Ze, Kunpeng felt that something was wrong.

The catastrophe of the extermination of the human race cannot be taken lightly.

In the past ten years, only a few human races have migrated back to the ancestral land of the human race.

Most of these people are human races with a cultivation level above Golden Immortal.

More human races are still scattered all over the wilderness.

The large-scale migration of the human race naturally alarmed a large number of monsters.

Many people turned into the blood of monsters on the way of migration.

However, the human race is now guarded by martial arts experts, and the casualties have been reduced to a minimum.

God stone tribe.

This is a large tribe, with hundreds of billions of human races.

Among them, there is a powerful warrior in the early stage of Wusheng sitting in the town.

Wu Sheng is equivalent to Da Luo Jinxian.

In addition, there are dozens of Wu Zun.

The Shenshi tribe, they are rushing to the coast of the East China Sea.

Today, they are only tens of millions of miles away from the ancestral land of the human race.

After decades of traveling, they are exhausted.

"Clan people, quicken your pace."

"Ren Zu summoned all the clansmen, something big will happen, we need to reach the ancestral land as soon as possible."

The big Luo Jinxian cast a spell, which relieved some of the fatigue of the tribe.

In the past ten years, they have traveled thousands of miles every day, and it is indeed very hard.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll take you on your way."

Suddenly, a rough voice came.

The hundreds of billions of human races suddenly felt chills down their spines.

Death is coming.

Chapter 200 Shi Gandang, the sorrow of the human race