Prehistoric: Starting from the Mediation of Creation

No one was fooled. The demon clan staged a feint to the east and attacked in the west, and perfectly deceived everyone. Luo Zu, the witch clan, the empty shell of the top-grade spiritual treasure, and all living things in this universe and time were all within the demon clan's calculations.

Just for this sword, kill the witch!

"Please ask the Emperor of Heaven!"

A roar from the mountains and the sea spread from the south of the sky to the north of the earth, from below the vast sea of ​​ice to the top of the nine layers of cloud. Mountains, rivers, plants, gold and stone, jade from the South Mountain, brass from the North Mountain, everything was shouting and everything was cheering.

All living beings are inviting the Supreme and Enlightened, Eternal Heavenly Emperor to meet them.

Jun's full name is so long. It was given to Him by the demons in heaven and is recognized by all living beings. Therefore, it should be recognized by the whole world and the universe.

Emperor of Heaven! Emperor of Heaven! Emperor of Heaven!

Amid three cheers, the supreme Emperor of Heaven finally walked out of His Lingxiao Palace, stepped onto the colorful auspicious clouds, and ascended the sword platform in front of the South Gate of Heaven amid the cheers of all living beings.

There is no need to explain His greatness, His majesty is supreme. The gigantic Witch-Slaying Sword that was countless light years old fell into His hands, as docile as a white rabbit. The resentment, hatred, and evil spirit of the human race that lingered around the sword were now integrated into the rainbow-like sword body.

"Emperor Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Zhurong, Gonggong, Qiangliang..."

Emperor Jun recited the names of the twelve ancestor witches as if he were chanting a spell.

Such a scene was reflected in the hearts of all living beings in the prehistoric world, even those hidden deep in the universe, those hiding in the blessed lands, including all the witches, all saw it.

At the same time, after standing in Buzhou Mountain and using their blood and sweat to create the Ancestral Witch Hall, the Twelve Ancestral Witches naturally witnessed this scene with their own eyes.

At this moment, they all seemed to be able to feel a sharp intention piercing their souls and piercing through their strong bodies. The leader of the ancient witches, Dijiang, moved his huge body like a yellow cloth bag, emitting a dull wave, which was the sound:

"Emperor Jun is a thief with great ambitions. This time, he used the human race, the creatures created by Nuwa, as materials to refine such an evil weapon. This is really evil. Can you please communicate with Nuwa, blame the demon race and the heaven, and destroy this beast together?"

Dijiang intends to form a strategy of alliance and asks Nuwa, the sage of Hunyuan, for help.

However, Nuwa has sealed herself off as the ruler of the Tianwai Nuwa Palace for 300 million years, and now the time limit has not yet arrived, so how can they unite?

If they break through the barrier, wouldn't that be a violation of the Taoist's order? It would be hard for Goddess Nuwa to explain, and they, the instigators, would probably also receive a notice of accusation from the Zixiao Palace.

"I'm afraid that's not appropriate. Nuwa and Dijun Taiyi have a close friendship. They could easily forgive them for such evil deeds in the past. Now that the human race is being massacred, I'm afraid they won't be cruel to them." Zhu Jiuyin closed his eyes and opened them again. The mysterious light behind the scarlet human head flickered, as if it was looking into the future.

“Besides, the human race slaughtered by Emperor Jun were bred and raised by the demon race in advance, and they were not the demon race in the ancient times. If he discusses it in detail, he can argue with the goddess Nuwa, and then the goddess Nuwa will not blame them.” There was golden air when Rushou breathed in, and he spoke with nobility. He also had a lot of thoughts.

"Even if it is privately owned by the demon clan, it is still part of the human race. Can't Goddess Nuwa take care of it?" Zhurong, the ancestor of witches, said angrily.

Although he looked angry, the other witch ancestors present knew that he was very calm.

If he was really angry, he would have rushed to the Heavenly Palace to argue with Di Jun and Tai Yi.

However, the demon clan is now at its most powerful, and if you rush up to the sky rashly, you might fall into a trap.

"My brothers, if we don't come up with a plan, Emperor Jun will probably wield a sword and kill innocent people like us in the Wu clan." Ju Mang said angrily.

“Hmph, if he comes again, we will use the Twelve Divine Devils of Heaven to fight him again.” Zhu Rong snorted.

He has been strong all his life and will not be easily threatened or intimidated.

"Haha, it's easy for you to say. All we have together is a true body of the Father God who is comparable to Hunyuan. Di Jun has also become Hunyuan. We have fought with him for several rounds in the chaos and have not been able to gain the upper hand. And Taiyi always urges the Donghuang Bell to make things difficult for us, which makes it even more difficult for us to sustain. If it weren't for the blessing of the Father God, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to return to the prehistoric world this time." Gonggong said suddenly, exhaling cold air.

He and Zhurong have always been at odds with each other, not only because of their relationship as the two divine ancestors of water and fire, but also because they are competing for the ranking among the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

The so-called ranking is nothing more than recognizing an elder brother. Among them, Dijiang was nominated as the eldest brother, Zhu Jiuyin was ranked second, and the third was Ju Mang. Zhurong and Gonggong would compete for these four positions.

Moreover, none of them would submit to the other, and they have always been trying to see who is better.

"Don't argue. Emperor Jun's sword is pointed at us." Di Jiang pointed to the sky.

Emperor Jun's witch-killing sword will only be aimed at them, soldier against soldier, general against general. Emperor Jun's sword will naturally not be used to kill the witches and witch priests. His target is only the ancestor witches.

This is the biggest opponent of the demon clan in the prehistoric times. Either they destroy the witch clan, or the witch clan will destroy them.

"You are so cruel and domineering. You just refined this sword and now you want to test it on us." For some reason, Zhu Rong got angry all of a sudden.

Then it turned into a beam of fire, pointed in the direction of the South Gate of Heaven and slammed towards it violently.

“Don’t be impulsive!” The other witch ancestors wanted to stop him, but Zhu Rong didn’t care about them. He was so angry that he ignored them.

"Don't you have any brains?" Gonggong came to stop him.

"Come on." Gonggong just turned into an endless Milky Way-like sky-covering wave of water, and immediately pulled out the countless fire poisons of Zhurong, and then poured it down to stop Zhurong first.

But Zhurong's rage was extinguished by the pouring water and he could no longer get angry.

However, as Zhu Rong was no longer affected by the anger in his heart, he wanted to return to Mount Buzhou with Gong Gong cursing, but was blocked by starlight.

"Zhurong has cursed enough." The bright starlight seemed to shine with colorful glass, and it was about to cover Zhurong and Gonggong in the blink of an eye.

The other ancestor witches in the Ancestral Witch Temple of Buzhou Mountain also felt something was not good.

There's no telling what the mystery of the Witch-Slaying Sword is, but it actually has an effect on the mind of the Ancestral Witch.

The Slaughtering Witch Sword had just appeared in the world, so the witch ancestors were not on guard. The witch Zhurong was caught in the trap and was sent straight to the Heaven.

Before they could understand this evil scene, Emperor Jun had already seized the opportunity and intended to kill the ancestor witch Zhurong and the ancestor witch Gonggong together.

The calculations behind this are truly vicious.

However, it is incredible that even though the Ancestral Witches are all at the Daluo Wuji realm, they can still be affected. In the eyes of the Ancestral Witches, this Witch-Slaying Sword is also a demon that must be eradicated.

Di Jun's sword had already reached him, and he would kill Zhu Rong, the ancestor witch, first regardless of anything. Even if he didn't die, he would at least cut off a large piece of his flesh.

It's just that Di Jun has already achieved the Alternative Hunyuan. Although they don't know its specific details, they have fought with it for thousands of years and know how powerful it is. Daluo Wuji is definitely not a match for the Alternative Hunyuan, especially since he has the Tuwu Sword in his hand, which can restrain the Witch Clan.

Under this one-sided oppression, there were only two ancestor witches, Zhurong and Gonggong. How could they be a match for Emperor Jun when faced with him in such a hurry?

Witch-killing sword! Fall!

欻欻!

Two swords have been drawn.

But Zhu Rong was struck by two swords.

He used his more advanced method of fire and time-space movement to help Gonggong block a sword.

In an instant, the ancestor witch Zhurong's body and soul were destroyed, and the Great Dao seemed to be in decline.

Countless resentful curses poured into the body and soul of Zhurong, the ancestor of witches, from the wronged souls of three thousand universes and time, penetrating into his true spirit and polluting his path.

But at this moment, He was extremely calm, without any wild or manic thoughts.

He analyzed the various principles of the Witch-Slaying Sword.

At the same time, Gong Gong also possessed him and tried his best to pass on to him the rhythm of the way of fire that he had comprehended.

Just by Gonggong's teaching, it was as if the Zhurong flame that was about to go out suddenly burned up, clearing away all the resentment and curses in the avenue in one fell swoop.

"Haha, little brother Gonggong, I just need this one stroke from you." Zhurong laughed.

He unexpectedly returned to his original state out of thin air, and the Northern Fire Avenue rose up again, threatening to sweep across the entire prehistoric world.

When Gonggong saw this scene, his eyelids twitched and his face was even redder than Zhurong's.

In the past, the twelve ancient witches practiced together. Others practiced dual cultivation, but they practiced twelve. They often discussed the great ways that they were in charge of and shared their knowledge with each other. Therefore, they actually had insights into their own great ways, which were even deeper than those of other great masters in the prehistoric times.

Practicing in this way means that one can obtain twelve different perspectives and have twelve different insights into the Tao.

Just like the Ancestral Witch Dijiang, other Ancestral Witches would pass on to him the principles of space that they had realized.

However, since Gonggong and Zhurong had a grudge against each other, they no longer taught each other their insights into the Tao.

As a result, the two of them have less understanding of the mysteries of their own principles than the other ancestors of witches.

Now Zhurong has borrowed this method to obtain Gonggong's insights into the great way of fire, which is also very interesting.

Gonggong was not angry at this moment. After all, they were old brothers for trillions of years. Although they had been quarreling for hundreds of millions of years, at this critical moment of life and death, it was only right for them to put aside their grudges and support each other.

Furthermore, when he was imparting the principles of the great way of fire, Zhurong also imparted to him the principles of the great way of water that he had realized from his own experience.

It seems that it was Zhurong who took the initiative to make peace with Him.

Humph, in the end, He won.

"Brothers and sisters, Di Jun's sword is vicious after all, but it is easy for us to break it." Zhu Rong, the first person to experience the Tuwu Sword, immediately passed on his experience to other ancestor witches.

At this moment, the other ancestor witches had already arrived beside Zhu Rong in a ten-millionth of a second.

Therefore, a lot of things happened in such a short period of time, but in the eyes of such great figures as them, time has long been disregarded. It's just that the rules of the Taoist Ancestor are too strict, and they are not allowed to reverse the past time and space, even for a billionth of a moment. Otherwise, they will have to refresh the timeline in the prehistoric world and wipe out the demon race.

As the twelve ancestor witches gathered together again, the formation of the twelve gods of heaven rose again.

Mount Buzhou disappeared at some point, and was replaced by a giant towering over the sky.