Prehistoric Happy Tour

When everyone was having a good time, a mysterious Houtu appeared. If everyone asked about this person, it would be impossible if they had never heard of it, but if everyone knew him, it would definitely not be true.After all, the age of the Lich is too far away from now. You are a master writer in ancient times, and the daylily is also cold now.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay at this moment and was a little uncertain about the way. This matter is obviously no longer a matter of conferring gods, and a lich is actually involved behind it.

At this moment, the woman who appeared in the dark vortex let out a long sigh. She glanced at Jiufeng, but she saw that Jiufeng was beaming at this moment, and shouted, "Mother Houtu, are you finally coming out to help me?"

After hearing the words, Hou Tu's expression was indifferent, and after a long time, he sighed again, "This place is no longer what it used to be, why bother to cling to the glory of the past."

Jiufeng's expression changed drastically when she heard the words, and her expression was filled with unwillingness. She coughed up a mouthful of bloody sputum, "When my witch clan ruled the world in the past, how can I be surrounded by a group of yellow-mouthed children like today?"

"I'm not reconciled!"

After she finished speaking, a line of blood even slowly overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

"I blame this day for being against me, I blame this person for being against me, ma'am, our witch clan has suffered for too long, too long." Jiufeng was particularly emotional when he said this, "Madam, do you still remember that I The Wu Clan once ruled this land, so who would dare to compete with our Wu Clan at that time?"

"Now these people don't say that they are afraid of our Wu Clan, they have even forgotten about us..."

The resentment in Jiufeng's eyes became more and more intense. She tightly clutched the chest pierced by the demon prince, and then fixed her eyes on the demon boy not far away. Her voice fell as cold as ice, "It's all because of him, the evil beasts of the monster clan did such evil things, is the empress going to sit back and watch her enemies flourish while our witch clan suffers a complete defeat?"

"If I die today, the Wu Clan will lose their inheritance."

Houtu's expression was as solid as ice, and it was almost impossible to see any emotions. Seeing this, Jiufeng's silver teeth were about to be crushed.

"This time coincides with the Great Tribulation of Conferred Gods. Madam, if we gather the power of the witch clan, can't we return to the peak of the past?"

After all, they used to belong to the same clan of witches, but Houtu couldn't bear it after all.

She looked at Jiufeng in front of her, and couldn't help but said, "You...why are you so obsessed with it."

"How can you bear the witch-slaying sword refined from the corpses of eight hundred dead witch clans?"

Even if he has been seriously injured by the Slaughtering Witch Sword at this moment, Jiufeng will continue to spray the prince of the monster clan on the opposite side, "What a monster clan who has been prepared for a long time, he really deserves to be an old opponent..."

Just when her words fell to the ground, the monster boy not far away who had been dissed by them finally couldn't help it anymore. He raised his eyebrows, and the handsome and noble boy said coldly, "It's really a big tone, just People like you, the Wu Clan, still plan to return to the peak of the past, you are really living in a dream!"

The handsome boy's taunt was full, "Wake up, you guys."

"you!"

As soon as she saw this young man, Jiufeng was instantly filled with hatred, she almost wanted to eat the young man in front of her alive.

Jiufeng laughed coquettishly, and then broke up without saying a word, "Prince of the Yaozu, you are still so arrogant in front of Empress Houtu, I'm afraid you want to experience how your brothers died."

Now that the two sides have completely torn their faces, Jiufeng's vicious words are simply greetings to Lu Ya's family. The prince of the Yaozu was furious when he heard the words, and the boy in black with golden eyes raised his sword and said, "I have never heard of the tricks of the Yaozu. If you don't bother to do it, it's better to see the truth under your hands and see who will end up like this."

Jiufeng was not afraid because of Houtu's presence. She took advantage of Houtu's fight for her just now and took a short rest, and then immediately went up to meet her.

At this moment, because Houtu is in charge, the other people who are intercepting and elucidating the teachings do not know whether to attack or defend for a while. Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and felt that the current development seemed to have nothing to do with them.

What does this lich's tearing have to do with them?

A trace of confusion flashed in everyone's eyes, and then everyone's eyes lit up, and they decided to continue to smell the grand master.

So when Lu Ya of the Yaozu and Jiufeng of the Wuzu were fighting back and forth, the Jiejiao explained here continued to smoke according to Yin Shang, and Wen Taishi's mentality collapsed.

Because without the help of Jiufeng, and the Daoist Ran Deng who had the strongest Taoism just now was tortured to death by the nail-headed Seven Arrows Book, the people on the Yin and Shang side had long lost their fighting spirit, and everyone saw the burning Daoist Deng felt terrified at what would happen to him.

Everyone cultivates Taoism for themselves, and no one wants to dedicate to Yin Shang...

It's not worth posting yourself like Taoist Randeng. It's not easy to practice inside and outside the prehistoric world, so everyone should wash up and go to bed early.

Once the people of the Yin Shang lost their fighting spirit, it would be like a paddling competition. Everyone played very hypocritically, only working hard, and it was obvious that the Taoists of the Western Zhou Dynasty raided the Yin Shang camp, and they were beaten to one side. .

The fall was very outrageous, and many Buddhist disciples of the Shang Dynasty rowed so that their own people couldn't stand it anymore.

He even became the enemy's teammate. Grand Master Wen saw it in a hurry. He secretly scolded the Buddhist disciples for being unreliable, but at the moment he couldn't say anything. He looked at the not far away with hatred Jiufeng, if it wasn't for this woman, why would he be in such a state.

Hey, it's true that if you succeed, you can also nail the Seven Arrows book, and if you fail, you can also nail the Seven Arrows book.

If the always upright Grand Master Wen hadn't come to the point of helplessness, how could he choose such a sinister method? Facts have also proved that this thing is really a double-edged sword, and crooked ways are not to be tolerated.

Once everyone accepts the shortcut, it is difficult to bear the backlash brought by the shortcut.

Not to mention that the Yin Shang on Wen Taishi's side was pressed and rubbed on the ground, just that Jiufeng was still pressed and beaten by Lu Ya. All kinds of nine phoenixes that restrain the witch clan.

If it weren't for the back soil behind him, Jiufeng's mentality would almost be broken again at this moment.

Just when Lu Ya almost pierced Jiufeng with a sword again, Jiufeng was really mad at the moment, "Does the lady really want to see me dead before she is willing to take action?"

Seeing that Lu Ya's blade was about to fall on Jiufeng's neck, Houtu finally made a move. Even though she had already transformed into reincarnation at this moment, she was once one of the twelve ancestor witches after all, and her power should never be underestimated.

She stretched out her hand and grabbed the witch-slaying sword in Lu Ya's hand lightly, and then said softly, "Why should the prince of the demon clan be aggressive."

"What an aggressive one."

Lu Ya suddenly laughed angrily, "I don't know whose masterpiece this nail-headed Seven Arrows book is. Who is it who wants to restore the glory of the past, but who is the one who will be killed when encountering my monster clan?"

The black-clothed boy sneered, "The Empress Houtu is the master of reincarnation, so why continue to mix in this muddy water, this is a god..."

This is Fengshen, like an ax gouging hard in Houtu's heart.

This is no longer the age of the Liches, this is the Battle of the Conferred Gods, and they have long been far away from their Huiyuan. The dangers contained in this will definitely not be much lighter than the Lich Wars back then.

After the Lich War, the human race should be prosperous, but will the prosperity of the human race have to step on the bones of their witch race?

Even though she has become reincarnation, some things are still deeply engraved into her bones and blood, Houtu glanced at the young man in front of him, and said in a low voice, "You have to forgive others and forgive others, your uncle will not want that." You went on like this."

"My uncle..."

The black-clothed boy couldn't help laughing out loud, "My uncle, if you Wu Clan weren't aggressive, you would still have the nerve to mention my uncle."

"Just at this time, why don't we settle the accounts of the year together!" After Lu Ya finished speaking, instead of retreating, the young man swung the witch-slaying sword in his hand impenetrably, and the sword energy seemed to turn into a water dragon Stabbing towards the place where Houtu was, he roared to engulf the two witch clans in front of him.

But in an instant, as soon as Houtu raised his hand, the sword energy in front of him dissipated into nothingness in an instant.

Seeing this great opportunity, Jiufeng stretched out her sharp claws without saying a word, intending to go straight to Lu Ya's face. Just when her hand was about to touch the boy's chest, she suddenly felt a pain on her side, and before she had time to react, she was caught The person pulled out directly, and the severe pain almost tore her whole body apart.

Jiufeng, who fell on the ground, raised his head, only to see a young man walking slowly not far away. The face of that man was barely visible, except for his noble temperament, which made people daunting.

Even though he was only wearing ordinary clothes, he let the other party wear an air of extravagance. This is a completely different temperament from the pride of a young man, like the precipitation after countless winds and rains.

The man looked at her quietly for a moment, his eyes were neither happy nor angry, as if he was looking at a mustard that fell on the ground.

The top-down arrogance and overlooking almost suffocated Jiufeng, this man, this man is...

The other party stretched out his hands, those hands were slender and fair, they looked like ordinary hands, but in an instant he waved his hands and forced Houtu back three steps.

The people around also seemed to be attracted by the fierce battle here, they all stopped their movements, Zhao Gongming and others also looked suspiciously at the noble young man who suddenly appeared.

I just feel that the other party is elusive standing there.

"Who is this person..."

After they looked at each other, they only saw Jiufeng spit out a mouthful of blood again, and Houtu said with a cold face, "You are finally here."

The young man said very calmly, "Housu, long time no see."

"I'll give you an incense stick of time to leave here."

Hou Tu's face suddenly became extremely ugly when he heard the words, "East Emperor Taiyi, after so many years, you still have a big tone, you are still so arrogant without the Chaos Clock."

It was Tai Yi, Jiufeng couldn't help staring at the young man in front of him while pressing his chest.

It's Donghuang Taiyi! ?

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