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

Now being controlled by Xing Tian, ​​it can be described as terrifying.

"At the peak of the quasi-sage, there are 12 people in my witch clan, how can the monster clan compare with us?"

"When all the witch clan deploys the Twelve Capitals of the Gods and Demons, we will have the power to slaughter the saints."

Di Jiang said slowly, he was imposing, as if everything in the world was under his control.

The witch clan can be regarded as really strong.

The ninety ancestral witches who survived the war between humans and witches have now become powerful in the mid-term quasi-sage.

Not only that, but Xiang Liu and Yu Shi have reached the late stage of Zhunsheng.

Their witch clan is a natural protagonist, and they should be in charge of the prehistoric world.

The way of heaven, Hongjun Daozu.

It's all bullshit, it's just stealing the world created by God the Father.

In the future, the Wu Clan must kill Tiandao and Hongjun to recover the lost land.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches have already imagined the bright future.

The Wu clan became the masters of the prehistoric world.

The other races are just the slaves and blood food of the Wu clan.

"Brother, the most urgent thing is Wuzhuang Temple."

Zhu Jiuyin said.

If the red cloud is destroyed and the primordial purple energy is captured, then a saint can be born in their witch clan.

With saints in charge, the Wu clan will be stronger.

"Zhen Yuanzi, Hong Yun, they are sure to die."

Is Zhu Rong furious? His eyes are full of anger.

Last time, he was overshadowed by Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun.

This time, no matter whether it was a group fight or a one-on-one fight, he didn't hesitate at all.

Zhu Rong was extremely excited by Zhu Rong's cultivation at the pinnacle of the quasi-sage.

"Congratulations fellow Taoists."

In the distance, Fuxi's voice suddenly came.

He was dressed in golden clothes, showing the aura of domineering.

For thousands of years, Fuxi has been looking forward to the birth of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, so that they can win the primordial purple energy for him.

"It turned out to be fellow Taoist Fuxi, I finally expected you to come here."

Dijiang gave Fuxi a smiling face hypocritically.

This urging ghost has been sending news to the witch clan for thousands of years, urging the ancestor witches to do it.

Di Jiang has long been impatient with this.

If it weren't for the great karma between the Wu clan and Fuxi, Di Jiang would have beaten Fuxi to death long ago.

Of course, Fuxi also has a sage sister, who can eat a lot of soft food.

Now that the twelve ancestor witches have all broken through to the quasi-sage peak, Di Jiang will have confidence.

Nuwa is a girl, although she is a saint, but Dijiang no longer loves her.

With strength, it is so arrogant and domineering.

"Everyone, when do you want to make a move?"

"Sister Nuwa is watching in the dark, don't make any fools of me."

Fu Xi didn't give Di Jiang a good look, and said impatiently.

During the millennium, Fuxi tried to contact Nuwa, but Nuwa had already retreated.

Fuxi didn't worry too much, he just thought that his sister was just practicing normally.

Anyway, he is the elder brother of the sage Nuwa, and no one in the prehistoric world would dare to kill him.

Fuxi, but someone with a background.

"Do it now, I will definitely grab the Primordial Purple Qi for Fellow Daoist Fuxi."

"Hongyun is just a fool, only fellow Taoist Fuxi is worthy of having the foundation of holiness."

Zhu Jiuyin said slyly, her tone seemed to be flattering Fuxi.

"Then it will be hard work for all the ancestor witches."

"As long as Pindao becomes a saint, he will protect the witch clan."

Fuxi was full of joy, he was only one step away from becoming a saint.

"Then let's go and wipe out Wuzhuang Temple."

Dijiang, Fuxi, and other ancestral witches.

They walked into the gate of space and rushed to Wuzhuang Temple.

Shouyang Mountain.

Eight Views Palace.

Lao Tzu, who was refining alchemy, suddenly stopped.

After this stop, the Nine Rank Golden Elixir that was about to be released turned into black slag.

"Junior Sister, I didn't expect you to be in seclusion, so don't blame Senior Brother."

"I don't know if you will go crazy if Fuxi dies."

There was a stern expression on Lao Tzu's face, he must make Nu Wa pay the price.

Fuxi took the twelve ancestral witches to Wuzhuang Temple, and a fierce battle was bound to break out.