The Young Master of the Prehistoric Jiejiao

Everyone knew that the dawn of victory had appeared.

This battle has finally come to an end!

Everyone fought bravely and at this final moment, they burst out with their greatest strength!

"Alas! The situation is hopeless. My fellow men, return to the Nine Netherworld Blood Sea!"

The old man of the Styx sighed. He wanted to kill the enemy, but he was powerless to do anything.

At a command, all the Asuras gathered in the "Blood Sea Formation". Here, the ancestor of the Styx separated 840 million clones of the Blood God, and they rushed to kill the surrounding monsters.

Faced with the endless army of the Blood God, the people of the Demon Clan were shocked and frightened, and they made way for a passage.

Before, the demon race was in danger of being exterminated, so they could burn their boats and make one last fight!

Now, the dawn of victory has arrived and the Asuras are fighting desperately again, so naturally they are unwilling to fight to the death with the Asuras.

After all, everyone has only one life, and it’s not worth dying now!

"Boom!"

At the same time, a huge force from the Nine Netherworld bombarded Xiniu Hezhou into the Earthly Immortal Realm.

"Styx! Take us with you!"

Several other big clans from the Nine Netherworld, and several people with great supernatural powers, shouted and approached the Asura army.

"Okay! Come here quickly!"

The old man of the Styx pondered for a moment, then immediately agreed loudly.

At this time, the army of the "Witch-Buddha-Demon Alliance" was defeated, and the entire alliance was in name only.

It's time to think about your future self-protection.

The zombie clan, the undead clan, the demon beast clan, the underworld clan, the ghost clan... these are all neighbors from the same place.

At critical moments, we can still help each other.

If the people from the future Jiejiao don't give up and chase us to the Nine Netherworld, we will have to unite as a group to resist their attack together.

"Boom!"

These big clans also suffered heavy losses. Currently, they can only gather seven or eight million people, but they are quite powerful, with more than a dozen powerful masters leading the way.

By the time they joined together with the Asuras, there were still six great masters and four million troops left.

This is also a huge force.

The power of the sea of ​​blood from the Nine Netherworld penetrated the two worlds and merged with the "Sea of ​​Blood Array". A space-time channel was opened. The people of the Asura tribe and other races in the underground world fled to the Nine Netherworld.

Regarding this, neither the demon clan nor the people of Jiejiao tried to stop it deliberately. Instead, they kept concentrating fire from the periphery and bombarded them with countless magic arts!

At this time, the people of Jiejiao were also afraid of death.

The war is about to be won, there is no need for them to fight to the death with the Asuras!

There are really too many people in the Asura tribe, with more than 100 million members, and there are also quasi-leader-level masters like the Styx Ancestor. No one is stupid, and no one wants to be taken away as a burial object by the Styx Ancestor at the last moment!

"Let's withdraw too!"

Upon seeing this, Taoist Mosquito and Pangolin also gathered a group of Demonic monks. They cried like ghosts and howled like wolves, wishing they had two more lives, and fled for their lives.

Just like their actions, the people of Buddhism and the witch clan, one prepared to evacuate to the Thirty-three Heavens, and the other prepared to return to Uttarakuru to rely on the "Ancestral Witch Hall" to make a final struggle.

All in all, the rout was inevitable.

As for the organized enemies, Jiejiao and the demon clan would give them a symbolic chase, take some advantage, and then let them go, while those small forces and small groups of defeated soldiers became the focus of pursuit by both sides!

This is a fat sheep!

With the losses on both sides so heavy, they must make up for their losses through killing.

"what……"

"Spare my life! I am willing to surrender!"

"Let me go!"

"I have practiced for three hundred epochs before I have made some achievements. Am I going to die here today?"

"The sky is unfair!"

"I don't accept it! Kill, kill, kill! I want to defy fate and create a bright and peaceful world!"

……

But at this time, either you kill people or others kill you. How could the people from Jiejiao and the demon clan show mercy? They killed enemies, and even their corpses, magic weapons, and rare treasures were all collected by them.

The war is about to end.

However, the "Catastrophic End of the Dharma" has just begun. In the future, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will be cut off, and sufficient resources will be needed to survive the catastrophe.

How do resources come from?

In addition to the resources of the great sect, the corpses of the enemies on the battlefield are now resources!

The Jiejiao and the demon tribes were frantically killing the lone people one by one.

At this moment, the aura of killing was stronger than before. Monks were constantly being killed in the void, and their blood was spilled in the sky.

In the entire Xiniu Hezhou, except for those major forces that were able to gather their main forces and retreat, the vast majority of other members of the "Witch, Buddha and Demon Alliance" were killed.

This killing lasted for half a month, and countless people died tragically in Xiniu Hezhou.

The "Tai Chi Diagram" and "Exquisite Pagoda of Heaven and Earth" have all flown away. The war is over, and there is no need for the saint to continue protecting the land of Xiniu Hezhou.

The entire Xiniu Hezhou became a bloody world.

The sky, the earth, the mountains, and the rivers were all dyed red.

Countless mortal creatures were trembling, and the past half month was like the end of the world.

Low-level immortals and cultivators were slaughtered, and too many high-level ones such as the Golden Immortals and Quasi-saints with great supernatural powers also died.

The Buddhists had just rushed to the Thirty-three Heavens when Samantabhadra Bodhisattva and Sandalwood Merit Buddha spat out blood and were on the verge of collapse.

Fortunately, the two of them were protected by a group of Buddhas from the Buddhist sect, so they did not fall from the void.

"Lord Buddha, Bodhisattva, what's wrong with you?"

All the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the Buddhist community exclaimed in surprise.

"Nothing! Let's withdraw first!"

Sandalwood Merit Buddha's face turned pale and he spoke weakly.

"It is probably because the Jiejiao's 'Six Soul Banner' took effect. Our soul and spirit disappeared."

Samantabhadra was in better condition, he said calmly.

"what?"

"What should I do?"

All the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were horrified and looked worried.

"It doesn't matter! Even if we lose one soul and one spirit, the Buddha and I will not be in danger of falling. In the next few days, we will completely retreat and repair our souls."

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva waved his hand with an indifferent expression, as if it was not him who had lost his soul.

"I didn't expect that Jiejiao's 'Six Soul Banner' is so vicious!"

Kurugaruta Buddha could not help but exclaim.

"We are lucky. At least we have the blessing of Buddhism, so the loss is not big. We will recover from our injuries slowly. It's a pity for so many disciples of Buddhism. Alas!"

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva sighed.

Looking around, there are not many Buddhists left.

Except for those who did not participate in the war, there were only ten people left at the quasi-saint level, and there were only three to five hundred Daluo Golden Immortals. The rest of the Buddhist disciples combined, there were only one million left.

This number seems large, but even the several Buddhist worlds in the Thirty-three Heavens are difficult to completely control.

Not to mention the Western Continent of the Demon Realm which is still under its control.

As for the Earthly Immortal Realm and the Nine Netherworlds, there is no place for Buddhism to stand anymore. It can be said that Buddhism has basically retreated and has completely lost the capital to dominate the world.

"Buddha, this is impossible and there is nothing we can do about it. Let's go back, recuperate, and wait for the next opportunity!"

Another ancient Buddha, Amitabha, sighed.

The old man Minghe, who had already returned to the Nine Netherworld, sneered continuously. He was not hurt by the curse of the "Six Soul Banner" at all.

Back then, the ancestor of the Minghe was cursed by the Jiejiao people with the "Six Soul Banner". He escaped the disaster by using the substitution of a puppet. He had studied this technique a long time ago.

This time, the ancestor of the Styx used the "Blood God Son" to transfer his soul again and escaped the disaster again.

However, the Asura tribe also suffered heavy losses in this war. Basically, all the young and strong people were lost, and their strength was reduced by more than half compared to its peak.

At present, there are still more than 200 million members of the Asura tribe, but the vast majority of them are low-level members. Above the immortal level, there may not even be as many people as those in Buddhism.

On the other side, a group of witches fought desperately and rushed towards Beijuluzhou. However, halfway through, Xing Tian suddenly vomited blood and then fell to the ground from the void.

Houyi reacted the fastest and took quick action to pick up Xing Tian. However, at this time, how could Xing Tian still have a breath left?

The top god of war of the witch clan and the most famous master of great supernatural powers in the prehistoric times was first seriously injured in this battle, and then his three souls and seven spirits were taken away by Lu Yue with the "Six Soul Banner", and he completely died in the battle.

"Xingtian!"

"Chi You!"

Just as Houyi was shouting Xingtian's name, on the other side, the remaining few ancestor witches kept summoning Chiyou!

No one expected that within one day, four ancestor witches of the witch clan died!

The remaining eight ancient witches all cried loudly. This battle was too brutal.

Turning around, he saw that there were only more than one million men left behind him, and among them, there were only seventy or eighty great witches.

In the "Ancestral Witch Hall", those guarding there are all old, weak, sick and disabled people with almost no fighting power. The only remaining one is a group of witches who are in charge of the "Six Paths of Reincarnation".

As for the witch clan in the Thirty-three Heavens and the Demon Realm, even if they are added together, they may not have 200,000 capable fighters.

The losses suffered by the Witch Clan this time were only slightly better than those during the "Witch-Lex Catastrophe" that year.

But can such a small amount of power help us survive the coming "Dharma Ending Disaster"?

Everyone lost confidence.

"Hou Yi! Now is not the time to cry! We lost this time, but there are still eight witch ancestors alive. After all, we are much stronger than the last war! As long as the seeds of the witch clan are still there, we will prosper again in the future!"

At this time, Jiufeng, as a female ancestor witch, stood up and said these words.

"That's right! Jiufeng is right! We in the Wu Clan are not afraid of death! Xingtian, Chiyou and the others are dead, but we are still alive. We must continue to protect the Wu Clan until it becomes strong again!"

Xiangliu also said.

This ancient witch was already covered in wounds and was only one breath away from death.

However, at this time, he still endured his injuries and tried hard to survive!

The witch clan can't afford to lose another ancestor witch!

He must see the Wu Clan out of danger before he can die!

"Alright! We will avenge this sooner or later! Now hurry back to the 'Ancient Witch Temple'. Also, transfer back the people from the Thirty-three Heavens and the Western Continent of the Demon Realm! We can't defend those territories anymore, there's no need to let our people die in vain!"

Houyi wiped away his tears and said firmly.

"Yes! Houyi is right! As long as our Wu Clan preserves the Six Paths of Reincarnation and the Ancestral Witch Temple, we will have a chance to make a comeback! Now, the Wu Clan has lost all its power. The resources in the 'Ancestral Witch Temple' are enough for us to survive the 'End of the Law'. After the great calamity in the future, our Wu Clan may not be the weakest party!"

Jiufeng said in a crisp voice.

After the death of Xingtian and Chiyou, Jiufeng, with his identity and strength, naturally became the new leader of the Wu clan.

"Okay! Let's go!"

Xiangliu and Houyi nodded in succession, each holding the bodies of Xingtian and Chiyou, followed Jiufeng, and led the defeated army towards Beijuluzhou.

The last cursed pangolin had now fallen in a cave without any spiritual energy in Xiniu Hezhou.

"Damn it! The people from Jiejiao have killed two of my souls and six spirits!"

Leaning against the wall, the pangolin gasped weakly.

His Central Demon Cult was also destroyed, and he was the only one in the entire demon cult who escaped.

However, his injuries were too severe, and he didn't know if he would have a chance to survive the "end of the law" in the future.

"People from Jiejiao, just wait! If I can't kill your big shots, I will start with the small ones. As long as they are from Jiejiao, I will not let any of them go!"

After taking a slight breath and taking another elixir, the pangolin was still extremely angry. Even though he was seriously injured, he still looked murderous.

"Ta Tata..."

However, he had just vented his dissatisfaction with words when suddenly, in the dark cave, he heard the sound of light footsteps.

"Who?"

At this moment, the pangolin's face changed drastically, and there was endless fear in his eyes.

He is now at the lowest point in his life, and his fighting power is not much stronger than that of a Xuanxian!

If the enemy comes, he will be dead!

“Hehehe! Fellow Daoist Pangolin, it’s me! I didn’t expect that I would meet you here. How did you get hurt so badly?”

The man laughed strangely, walked slowly to the pangolin, and looked him up and down.

It seems like he wants to know what the pangolin is like.

"Hey, it's you! How did you get here? You didn't follow me here, did you? We were allies before, and we did a lot of great things together. You wouldn't want to take advantage of me, would you?"

Pangolin steadied his body and leaned against the wall. A resolute expression appeared on his face again. A cold light flashed in his eyes, revealing the ferocity of the demon giant.

It seems that if the person on the opposite side has any ill intentions, he will launch a thundering attack!

This brutal appearance seemed no different from usual.

The person standing opposite him had a flash of worry in his eyes, and he stopped involuntarily and continued to test: "Fellow Daoist Pangolin, can you still stand up now?"