Chu Chen Kee

Chang'an is still there, but it doesn't see the prosperity of the past.Outside the city, there was only a bleak place left.

The city wall here has been razed to the ground by the witches. To them, the three-foot city wall is like a joke. Any low-level witch god can easily destroy it.

The desolate wind swept across the vast world with the breath from ancient times.

Li Chenhuan stood on the boulder, with two demon cultivators Shu Lan and Shu Yue standing on the left and right.

He raised his eyes and saw that the witch gods of the witch clan had also razed the palace in Chang'an to the ground, and instead repaired a simple and simple huge altar.

"The location of the imperial palace was originally the center of the dragon's veins. They built an altar here, which can mobilize all the spiritual energy in the world." After seeing the scene in Chang'an, Qing Mo standing behind Li Chenhuan frowned slightly, But his eyes were burning with the madness of about to fight.

Huanyue next to her changed into a bright red thin battle armor. Even though the battle armor does not seem to be thick, it is a sub-sacred weapon, which was given to her by Yuanfeng before. I have never encountered a time when this armor needs to be used.

"Their [-] high-level witch gods have gone to the heavens, and the remaining witch gods... are nothing to be afraid of." Huanyue moved her wrist a little, and then smiled.

Although the witch god is known as a million, but the actual number can be as high as five or six million.Perhaps when they were first sealed in the realm of witch gods, their number reached a million, but only those high-level witch gods could live for 60 years. The rest of the middle-level witch gods and low-level witch gods appeared later. He hadn't gone through the war of witches and gods thousands of years ago, and had no experience in fighting the enemy.

On the contrary, the Dragon Clan here are all old fellows who have followed Xuanyuan on the battlefield, each of them has the strength above the Heavenly Immortal, and they are old and cunning.

The rift between the Phoenix Clan and the Dragon Clan has existed for thousands of years, but it has never been resolved.Even though they are now in the same camp and started to fight side by side, the delicate atmosphere between the two races has not been relieved.

As a last resort, Li Chenhuan placed the Dragon Clan on the right, the Phoenix Clan on the left, and the Baize Clan in the middle, separating the two races that both looked at and hated.

On his left, [-] giant dragons were churning endlessly between the clouds, and the thunder and lightning could not harm them at all; on the right, [-] Phoenix warriors stood on the ground in human form, but with bursts of auspicious golden light, as if they were in heaven.

In the back, [-] Bai Ze divine beasts were armed with sharp weapons and stood ready.

There was a moment of trance in Li Chenhuan's heart, and then, a firm determination to win appeared on his handsome face.

He will take back the world that belongs to him.

On the other side, on the altar of Chang'an, a masked witch god in white clothes stood safely in the center of the altar, leaning over and caressing the complicated and delicate parts on the altar bit by bit with his fingers. carved patterns.

This is their last secret weapon and the most important part of their current plan.

Withdrawing his hand, he got up and looked at the Longfeng and Bai Ze legions outside the city, a strange smile appeared in his eyes.

It shouldn't be difficult to summon back that ancient witch god with dragon, phoenix and Bai Ze worshiping the sky.

Now, what he lacks is the best quality sacrifice, but before he can figure out a way, someone has already thrown himself into the trap, which will undoubtedly make him feel very happy.

The body of the Great God Pan Gu will be sent here, and after the formation is activated, the Great God Pan Gu will be resurrected again, and no one in this world will be able to stop them from occupying the Three Realms.

Not even the saints!

Xuan Yuan was hidden in a mass of dark clouds as thick as ink, holding a chubby little thing in his hand, and beauty Bai Yi in his arms, feeling very comfortable.

Bai Yi glared at him a little weakly, but found that the people behind him started to become more noisy, and his face darkened.

"No, return your son to you." Xuanyuan immediately stuffed the first sight into Bai Yi's arms, and then smiled flatteringly, "When the people below start fighting, you can release Pangu's soul. Let him teach his unworthy descendants a lesson."

Bai Yi gave him a funny look, took the first sight and put it on his lap: "Those witch gods are not of Pangu's blood, and there is only that person..."

He paused, and turned his gaze to the masked witch god in white on the altar.

"Mirage, is that the name?" Xuan Yuan asked with some uncertainty.

The red silk next to it immediately poked out a huge dragon head and responded: "That's right, Dragon Lord, that's him, the leader of the witch god."

A trace of interest flashed across Xuan Yuan's eyes, and he was about to put his body on his arms to look down, but Bai Yi quickly pulled him back.

"His strength is unfathomable, and it is very likely that he has awakened the magic power of the Great God Pangu. If you are discovered by him at this time, all our previous efforts will be wasted." With a tender bun face, I found that the little guy's skin is fair and soft, and it is much easier to pinch than a certain thick-skinned Long Jun.

Xuan Yuan snorted disdainfully: "Can he find me? What a joke!"

It's not that he brags, there are absolutely no more than three people in the Three Realms who can see through his spiritual sense and peeping, and the guy below who dare not show his true face must not be among them.

While they were talking, Li Chenhuan suddenly gave an order.

Afterwards, all the dragon reinforcements flew over, densely occupying the entire sky, and the sky here suddenly turned black.

On the other side, the fighters of the Phoenix Clan were not to be outdone, and turned into thousands of golden phoenixes to cover the sky.

For a while, the Bai Ze people who were caught in the middle expressed that they felt no pressure to watch the excitement.

There are not many witches and gods left in Chang'an City, because more witches and gods are still keen to challenge the Taoist sects, blocking them outside the mountain gates, not forcing their way in and killing people, just trying to kill these once proud and invincible descendants of Taoism. The teasing is like a mouse seeing a cat.

"Fight!" Li Chenhuan looked at the dusty ground in front of him, slightly lowered his eyes, and then lightly gave the order to start the war.

As soon as his voice came out of his mouth, he heard a dragon chant and a phoenix cry from the left and right sides, one was vigorous and simple, the other was clear and high-pitched, and each other became a harmonious voice.

Correspondingly, the legends of those dragons in the clouds became faster and faster, and the thunder and lightning around them became more and more dense.

There was only a loud noise, and the minds of the witch gods guarding Chang'an City were greatly affected, ranging from dizziness to fainting, and falling to the ground in severe cases. "

"It's started." Xuanyuan retracted his pupils slightly, and there was a long-lost excitement in his dark golden eyes.

He was itchy and wanted to reach out for his weapon, but in the next second a hand forced a soft thing into his arms.

"Just watch, don't go down." Bai Yi rarely looked at him seriously.

Xuan Yuan paused slightly, then nodded in disappointment, expressing that he would not go to see it.

Bai Yi glanced at him lightly, noncommittal.