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Volume 3: Taoist Preaching Chapter 8: Zhou Tianxingdou

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    Taiyi and Dijun stood supporting each other, with numerous demon clan dead and injured behind them.  The people of the Wu Clan are not much better. The Twelve Capital Heavenly Divine Evil Formation is regarded as the first formation in the world. It is the formation of the Wu Clan to suppress the clan. It is used jointly by the Twelve Witch Clan to close to the quasi-sage cultivators. It is indestructible to non-saints.

    But now that the saints have not come out, no one in the world except Hongjun, who has not yet joined the Tao, can stop the twelve ancestral witches from killing Emperor Juntaiyi.

    Wu Zhurong, the ancestor of fire, was the most irritable. He pointed at Taiyi and Dijun with a cold look on his face: "In the prehistoric world, only those who are strong are respected. If you are an enemy of our Wu clan, you will have the consciousness of a loser when you lose, and you actually complain.  Please forgive me, you are still the emperor of the demon clan"

    When Emperor Juntai heard this, his face was as gloomy as water. Have they ever been so insulted?

    Taiyi was born from the sun star, holding a clock in his arms. He has the innate treasure Chaos Bell as a companion spiritual treasure. He is also an innate creature, so he is extremely proud.

    Although Dijun is not as good as Taiyi in having an innate treasure as a companion spirit treasure, his companion spirit treasure Heluo Shushu is also the top innate spirit treasure second only to the innate treasure. He is also in charge of the demon clan and is the emperor of the demon clan. He has always been supreme.  The presence.

    Now he was extremely aggrieved to plead with the Witch Clan for the sake of the hundreds of millions of creatures of the Monster Clan. Zhu Rong was so unreasonable, but it made their mood even more gloomy.

    "Are you going to kill all the Wu clan?" Di Jun asked in a deep voice, holding back the humiliation and anger in his heart.

    "What's wrong!"

    The voice was muffled like thunder, but it was Di Jiang who spoke.  The twelve witch clans are connected with each other and treat each other as brothers and sisters, just like one family.  Di Jiang was promoted as the elder brother because of his age.  He is usually taciturn but speaks with the greatest weight.

    "Then we will continue to fight to the death," Taiyi roared. The anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed. Although he was seriously injured, he still used his momentum to try to suppress everyone in the Wu clan.

    Di Jun frowned. Taiyi and he were both seriously injured now. Compared with the Wu clan's large number of people, they obviously had no chance of winning.

    Unlike Taiyi, who completely believes in ¡®speaking with fists¡¯, Dijun uses his own wisdom to solve problems. Unfortunately, the situation in front of him seems to be a dead end, and even Dijun can¡¯t think of a way.

    Fight!

    In the current situation, they have no choice but to fight!

    However, in their current state, if they really have another battle with the Wu clan, they are likely to die here. Although Bai Ze and other great demons almost feel like dying, they still have no chance of winning. Perhaps, this time  After the battle, all the monsters present will die here.

    However, they have no choice. If they don¡¯t fight, they will have no choice but to let the Witch Clan slaughter them, and the result will only be worse.

    "Let's fight!" Di Jun sighed deeply.

    "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

    Billions of monsters roared in unison, the sound was like thunder, shaking the sky!

    The Chaos Bell was placed on Taiyi from top to bottom. Countless demon clans struggled to stand behind him. The magic weapon was shining brightly. The vast momentum shot straight into the sky, and the tragic aura of death filled the long sky.  .

    Tai saw the monsters in such a situation at a glance, and his confidence greatly increased.  "Don't think that you, the Witch Clan, are the only ones in the wild who have the innate formation. Don't we, the Demon Clan, not have one?"

    The Zhoutian Star Formation is an unheralded secret of the Monster Clan. Its status among the Monster Clan is similar to that of the Wu Clan¡¯s Twelve Divine Evil Formation. It can summon stars all over the sky for its own use.  It's just that a large number of people are needed to launch it, but the power is not under the Dutian Formation. After all, Pangu has already transformed into the ancient world, and the image of Pangu they just saw is just a clone of Pangu.

    The Holy Dragon was still immersed in the shock caused by Pangu's clone. No one from the Lich or the Lich clan noticed his existence. Now was the critical moment of the war. How could anyone care about him? Besides, he was born into the Dragon clan. Strictly speaking, he should be a demon.  Everyone in the clan, with his current cultivation level, can do nothing on this battlefield where powerful forces are everywhere.

    He heard the conversation between the two lich clans, but what he was thinking in his mind was that although some things about this prehistoric world were different from the myths and legends of previous lives, they were still generally similar to the prehistoric times he knew, such as the existence of these two killing formations now.

    Shenglong's eyes flickered, and he thought to himself: "The Dutian Twelve Killing Formation was just a clone of Pangu, and it had seriously injured Taiyi Emperor Jun, but he didn't know what the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation was like?"

    He is like a theatergoer, quietly staying away from the battlefield.  Watch quietly from a distance.

    While Shenglong was hiding aside and watching secretly, a voice woke him up.  He saw Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun flying over to greet him from a distance.

    ¡°I¡¯ve met two fellow Taoists,¡± Shenglong greeted.

    "Fellow Daoist Hongyun also told me on the way that I would definitely meet you here." Zhen Yuanzi smiled: "I didn't expect that I would really see you."

      "Is this the strength of the two Lich clans? What a terrifying momentum!"

    Feeling the soaring momentum on the battlefield, Zhen Yuanzi couldn't help but feel shocked. He still didn't have the strength that the Holy Dragon knew in his previous life. Although he was born with a book on the ground and was an innate creature at the same time as Sanqing and others, in this  The era before all the saints came out is now just the Daluo Golden Immortal realm.  Facing the terrifying aura gathered by hundreds of millions of monks from the Lich and Lich clans, even he did not dare to touch its edge.

    "The Lich War is an unprecedented event in millions of years. How could you miss it?" Shenglong shook his head slightly and said, "It's just that we can't afford to participate."

    Hongyun and Zhen Yuanzi nodded.  They stopped moving forward and stood together with the Holy Dragon, watching the two sides of the Lich from the clouds.

    "The war between the lich and the lich will destroy all living beings!" Hongyun sighed: "After this battle, the two lich clans will become even more hostile in the future, and their future is uncertain."

    "What does that have to do with us? There are great powers everywhere in the ancient world, and those who are strong are respected." Shenglong continued Hongyun's words: "If someone wants to kill you, it's hard for you not to resist."

    To be honest, Shenglong still has a good impression of Hongyun. Although he does not agree with Hongyun, who is a good old man everywhere, Hongyun was kind to him after all.  However, Shenglong did not want him to be harmed by someone's design in the future.

    "Fellow Taoist, you are too kind-hearted. We are practicing hard just to live a long life. But if others force you to do so, what should you do?" Shenglong said, looking at Hongyun.

    Zhen Yuanzi said to Shenglong with a smile.  "That's right." He looked at Hongyun.  "We are cultivating the Tao just for the sake of longevity, watching the heaven and earth changing and not being destroyed. You are too kind-hearted. In my words, you should understand the heart of heaven when cultivating the Tao. You and I have both listened to Taoist ancestors' sermons in Zixiao Palace.  Don't you hear that the heaven and the earth are also impermanent? The gods send out murderous intentions, and the heaven and the earth turn upside down."

    Shenglong looked at Zhen Yuanzi in surprise. He was also a vicious person. Even though he was always smiling in the later Journey to the West, he also came out to cause trouble for Western Buddhism.

    Hongyun smiled bitterly and changed the subject.  "It's better to look in front of you!"

    Shenglong stopped talking and quietly looked towards the direction of the witch clan with them. He saw a woman among the ancestral witches, with a sad face and a pitiful expression.  The figure is as graceful as autumn water, and the milky white light on the body is like mist.  Stand with your hands raised.  He is none other than Hou Tu, the kindest among the twelve ancestral witches.

    The Witch Clan does not cultivate their souls and does not use magic weapons. They rely on their physical bodies and their innate control over the elements and laws of heaven and earth to travel throughout the wilderness.  The various elements on their bodies sparkle with the most authentic elemental atmosphere.  Earth, fire, feng shui, connected and combined one by one during their lifetimes to form a defensive formation, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

    Taiyi and Di Jun were in the sky. They saw Di Jun unfolding the Heluo Book before his death, and a Milky Way was drawn in front of everyone's eyes. The Holy Dragon felt that the sky and the earth were turned upside down, time was flowing, and the stars in the sky were as bright as the sun hanging in Yanzhong.  They were extremely far away from the stationmaster, but they were also involved in the turbulence of time and space.

    The magic power of everyone in the demon clan is steaming from their bodies, and they are full of energy. The stars in the sky are pouring into the body of the demon clan like a rainbow. The Holy Dragon also feels a chill all over his body at the same time, and the magic power in his body is running on its own.  His cultivation level has improved slightly.

    Taiyi seems to be recovering in the formation, and the black and yellow energy of the Chaos Bell is lingering like smoke.  Taiyi carried the clock and tapped it lightly with his hand, and a chaotic and deep sound sounded in all directions.  Like waves running towards the Twelve Ancestral Witches in the air.

    Every time Taiyi rang the bell, everyone¡¯s hearts were like candles in the wind, constantly swaying.  The voice echoed in their Yuanshen Zifu, and the Yuanshen wavered and did not support it.

    Although the Wu Clan does not have a soul, the sound of the Chaos Bell can actually shatter the void. The formation of twelve people is like a boat sailing out of the sea in the sound waves. The light of various colors in the elemental formation is like fire dancing, rising and falling, and the light and darkness are blurred.  .

    "Let's see how long you can last." With the blessing of Zhou Tianxing Dou Formation, Taiyi's momentum skyrocketed.  The sound of the bell became more rapid.

    Di Jiang looked at the pale Houtu in the formation and said to everyone.  "We can't go on like this. I'm really at a disadvantage in this star formation. If I want to find a way out, Houtu girl is already exhausted."

    ¡°Tai Yi is really bullying, so we will fight him and launch another big battle, and the fight will be fought to the death.¡± Gonggong said.

    The twelve ancestral witches exchanged glances with each other.  The elemental aura shot out directly on them like a beam of light in the obscurity.  Twelve beams of light of different colors.  Twelve different postures freeze the space in a moment.  The ancestral shamans had golden faces, and they were obviously feeling exhausted. Taiyi and Dijun had serious expressions.

    The first confrontation between the two major killing formations in the prehistoric world, Shenglong did not find it exciting. Now he and Hongyun Zhen Yuanzi have been suppressed by the momentum of the formation.  The magic power of several people seemed to be solidified, and they were forgotten in space and time like stones.

    The Dutian Twelve Divine Evil Formation and the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation silently clashed in space.

    Huge bodyHuge head, huge legs. In the interplay of light and darkness, Pangu's clone appeared again in front of everyone, holding the sky-opening ax.  The muscles are like mountain knots, and the color of bronze is the most authentic color of Pangu.  He closed his eyes and stood quietly in the Shensha formation, surrounded by earth, fire, feng shui.  Silence is overwhelming.
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