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    The force of time made Houtu seem to be stuck in a quagmire, unable to move. The person who took action was naturally Zhu Jiuyin.  ¡Ì¨N ¡°Second brother, let me go!¡± Hou Tu looked at Zhu Jiuyin¡¯s urgent request. She could no longer sit back and watch this war continue.  "Sorry, Twelve Sister, I can't disobey eldest brother's order." Zhu Jiuyin shook his head. He didn't know what Di Jiang and Hou Tu had just argued about, but since it was eldest brother's order, he could only obey it.  Houtu took a deep breath, kneaded the magic formula with his hands, and powerful thick earth energy rushed towards the swamp of time in all directions.  This powerful thick earth energy disturbs the time swamp, but it can only disturb it and cannot break it.  Zhu Jiuyin didn't make many moves, and just said lightly: "Twelve sisters, don't try it. Even though you are the only one between us who has soul, your thick earth energy is mainly for defense, and your attack power is limited.  You can¡¯t break through my worldly power.¡± There is a stalemate here, but in another part of the battlefield, there is already a killing spree.  Without the Zhoutian Star Dou Formation, except for Di Jun, the demon army would have no power to fight.  The nine marshals died one by one. Facing these ancestral witches who were in the ultimate Immortal King realm, they were not much different from ordinary Yasheng. They could only resist a little and were directly wiped out.  Thunder, flames, strong winds, and heavy rains were either blown to pieces or burned to nothing. Up and down the mountain, corpses were strewn across the fields and blood flowed into rivers.  "Ah! You bastards, I will fight with you!" Marshal Shang Yang roared, threw away the weapon in his hand, inflated his Qi, and with a whirring sound, blue flames shot up into the sky, and were all sucked into his body.  .     this moment.  A strange cyan color appeared on the surface around him, bright and even glowing with red light.  "Bang!" A slight flame burst out from the body of Goodbye, as if there were too many flames in the body and the body could not load it.  The green flames flashed under his feet, and he rushed toward the Wu Clan army like a shooting star.  During the rapid attack, the body seemed to be getting bigger and bigger as if it was inflated.  Until "Boom!" With a loud noise, Marshal Shang Yang exploded directly in the demon army. The billowing blue flames spread out like a tsunami, drowning a large number of Wu clan.  There were countless casualties, and the majestic figure also disappeared.  The army was defeated like a mountain, and the disappearance of the Zhou Tianxing Formation let Marshal Shang Yang know that the situation was over.  Before the Emperor of Heaven left, he could not escape, nor was he willing to escape.  Beihai has lived an ignoble existence for three thousand years.  Enough is enough.  Since the destruction of Heaven was imminent, he sacrificed his life and was buried here.  At that moment, my will was so strong that I shattered my soul and life without any hesitation.  "Shang Yangwell done!" Marshal Guiche looked at the direction of the stunned Marshal Shang Yang from a distance, sighed in admiration, threw away his weapon, and rushed directly towards the Wu Clan army.  "Boom!" There was another loud noise.  The vitality of heaven and earth erupted like a volcano, sweeping across the west.  Pieces of witch tribes died and disappeared together with Marshal Gui Che.  Not everyone has magical powers and magic weapons like Zhao Ming. On such a battlefield, the role of a sub-sage is really limited. If you can't do something before the opponent's killing move arrives, your death may be even more meaningless.  "Perhaps. It's time for us to sacrifice!" Yingzhao and Qinyuan glanced at each other, then rushed towards the Wu Clan army without hesitation.  In such a battlefield and such a situation, without the need for guidance from others, a proper death has become the best destination for each of them.  "Boom. Boom!" The shocking sound of the explosion, coupled with the unyielding will of the two people, turned into a final attack and hit the Wu Clan army like a mountain torrent.  Deaths and injuries were everywhere, but they were only a drop in the bucket, being trampled over in the blink of an eye.  "Ah!" Marshal Bitie roared, also wanting to make a final resistance, but unfortunately he was not so lucky.  Zhu Rong stepped on the fire, raised his hand to trap him with a flame, and sneered: "I still want to blow myself up, it's not that easy." As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Mingli's fire spewed out, drowning Marshal Bie Tie, and burned him to death.  Clean.  The former demon king disappeared between heaven and earth.  "Ah!" Emperor Jun looked up to the sky and roared wildly, and the sun's spiritual fire spurted out and impacted in all directions.  "Today we are alone, we can only survive or die together!" Amidst the roaring sound, the three-foot bronze sword was swung up and slashed down. The sword's light was cold, the wind was surging, no one could stop it, and countless Wu clan soldiers were directly slashed down.  , turned into a ball of black energy and rushed into Gonggong's body.  Dijiang used great speed to attack him unprepared.  CanAt that time, Di Jun was already crazy and didn't think about too many things at all.  Heaven is about to collapse, and the situation is over. Now I can only act like Shura, killing everyone in order to recover all the price for my brother.  The divine sword is so powerful that it dances like a violent storm, and the water is blocked. Even though Dijiang is so fast, he has nowhere to start.  Seeing that the situation was not right, Zhu Jiuyin was about to step forward to help, but he heard Di Jiang shout: "Zhu Jiuyin, just watch the twelve sisters for me. Zhu Rong, Xizi, Qiang Liang, Tian Wu, and  I'll come and kill the Emperor of Heaven." After the military order, Zhu Rong and others immediately abandoned the demon army over there and joined forces to kill them.  Five ancestral witches join forces, and are blessed by the Dutian Divine Evil Formation. Their divine power reaches the sky and their methods are terrifying.  However, under the madness, Emperor Jun could no longer reason with common sense, and the three-foot bronze sword in his hand was even more unstoppable.  With the sharp edge revealed, all magical attacks were chopped into pieces and scattered in all directions.  "Attack my heavenly palace and massacre my people. I will fight to the death today!" At this moment, Emperor Jun no longer has the elegant temperament of the past. He is holding the magic weapon and transforms into Shura. Wherever he goes, no matter what level of the witch clan he is,  They all became his targets.  Even though the five ancestral witches joined forces, it was difficult to restrain them. Instead, they were restrained in front of the three-foot bronze sword, and were almost injured several times.  In desperation, Di Jiang could only give the loudest order again: "Ýíʤ, Shebishi, Gou Mang, come here quickly!" The eight great ancestral witches joined forces, and this time, they finally blocked the killing steps of Emperor Jun, but they also  Just block.  Under the terrifying three-foot bronze sword, Emperor Jun was like a piece of meat on a hob. There was nowhere to start, so he could only waste it there.  "Boom!" There was a loud noise, and another thunderbolt fell from the sky and struck directly into the ruins of the East Palace.  The fire was raging, shaking crazily, blending with the thunder that day, as if it was going to burn down the entire world.  "Whoosh!" Vaguely, it seemed as if I could hear a ferocious beast panting, which was frightening.  Goodbye, after a crazy bombardment by the flames and thunder, they suddenly disappeared without a trace, like bubbles stabbed by a sharp weapon.  Immediately, I felt a burst of aura emerge, which was the aura of Zhao Ming. This time it was much stronger than before, as if it was recovering rapidly.  This sudden change shocked many ancestral witches, and even their movements to stop Di Jun slowed down. They didn't react until Di Jiang roared.  The three-foot bronze sword was extremely sharp and almost killed Shebi Zhi. Thanks to Di Jiang's timely rescue, he survived.  Zhu Jiuyin frowned, rolled his eyes, and suddenly got a plan, and immediately shouted to the front: "Oh no, Donghuang Taiyi is recovering, I am afraid he will recover soon. At this moment, it is a critical moment for him to heal his injuries.  It¡¯s time. Brother, leave this to the brothers. You go and kill Donghuang in the East Palace.¡± There was thunder and flames in the sky, and there was no chance to kill Zhao Ming.  At this time, the thunder and fire suddenly and mysteriously disappeared. It was the right time.  Being reminded by Zhu Jiuyin, Di Jiang suddenly realized that such an opportunity was fleeting, how could he let it go.  ??Immediately activated his speed and rushed directly towards the East Palace.  At this moment, the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation was in pieces, refusing to accept its existence. Taoist Kunpeng was escaping again with the Hetuluo Book. No one could stop him.  This sudden change made Di Jun feel anxious, and he shouted: "Don't leave, thief!" He immediately chased Di Jiang desperately.  But not to mention the many ancestral witches who obstructed him, he couldn't even compare with Di Jiang in terms of speed alone.  And Zhu Jiuyin, who had been prepared early, suddenly gave up and turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Di Jun.  "Second brother!" Hou Tu was shocked and exclaimed, wanting to stop him, but the swamp of time was still there, so how could he come in time.  "Di Jun, it's time for you to die!" Zhu Jiuyin burst out laughing, rushed in front of Di Jun, raised his hand, and a time ripple hit his back.  This blow used all his strength, and it was the power of slowing down time, causing Di Jun's speed to slow down immediately. Not to mention the Immortal King, it was even inferior to Taiyi Jinxian.  ¡°I deliberately said it so loudly before, not only to advise Di Jiang to kill Zhao Ming, but also to disturb Di Jun¡¯s mind.  The three-foot bronze sword is too sharp, and it will either be worn out by long battles, or it will expose the opponent's flaws.  After the calculation, it turned out to be successful. How could other ancestral witches miss such an opportunity?  Ling Shou was the first to attack, with golden light in his hand, and he hit Di Jun directly on the chest.  The immeasurable golden light condensed and exploded, with terrifying power. In an instant, Emperor Jun felt as if he had been struck by thousands of swords. His body was covered in bruises, his clothes were broken, and his flesh and blood were tumbling.  The energy of green wood, the power of thunder and lightning, heavy rain and strong wind all these thingsThe ancestral witches took action one after another, using all their energy to maximize their attacks.  Di Jun, under the power of slow time, had no time to dodge. He received all the attacks as expected, and was instantly overwhelmed by the terrifying energy.  "Emperor of Heaven!" Bai Ze, who was at the entrance of Tianmen, turned around and saw this scene. He shouted in fear and burst into tears.  The strength of the ancestral witch under the blessing of the Dutian Divine Evil Formation is stronger than usual. No one in the world except Zhao Ming's treasure body can withstand such an attack.  And many of the ancestral witches had no intention of holding back, and they tried their best to attack one after another.  After everyone stopped, the figure of Emperor Jun was revealed in the chaos of clouds and smoke.  The flesh and blood are blurred, and the shape is no longer human. The breath is even more collapsed and continues to dissipate.  No miracle occurred. After suffering such an attack, he was eroded by the evil spirit of Dutian. Even with Emperor Jun's cultivation, he was already unable to recover.  "Boom!" There was a loud noise, accompanied by a scream, and then the ruins of the East Palace were filled with flames rising into the sky, and a figure slowly walked out among the smoke and dust.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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