Chapter 584: The Lich Tribulation Ends

At the critical moment, Dijiang roared, his figure blurred, and he escaped from the Chaos Bell.

The power of space fluctuated, and Dijiang appeared tens of thousands of miles away, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and his face was pale. Obviously, this escape also cost him a lot.

"What a space magic!"

Donghuang Taiyi gritted his teeth, and the Chaos Bell hummed again, and the bell waves rippled, sweeping across the four directions.

The other ancestor witches also took action, fighting a desperate battle with Dijun, Taiyi and the demon army.

The battlefield of Buzhou Mountain suddenly became a Shura field.

The shouts and killings shook the sky, magic weapons collided, and magic powers bombarded. Countless lives fell and the earth was stained with blood.

This catastrophe energy, like a catalyst, made the two tribes of witches and liches completely blood-thirsty and never stopped.

This war lasted for hundreds of years, the sun and the moon were dark, and the sky and the earth were tarnished.

The two tribes of witches and liches were blood-thirsty and had long forgotten the original reason, leaving only endless killing and hatred.

Di Jun is worthy of being the demon king of the demon clan, a strong man at the peak of the quasi-saint, and he also has the best innate spiritual treasures such as the River Map and Luo Shu in his hand. Although he was seriously injured, he became more and more courageous. The River Map and Luo Shu in his hand shone brightly, and he killed the space ancestor witch Di Jiang and Xizi ancestor witch among the twelve ancestor witches!

"Hahaha, the witch clan is just a bunch of chickens and dogs!" Di Jun laughed wildly, his eyes full of pride.

However, before he finished speaking, the four great ancestor witches Rushou, Ju Mang, Gong Gong, and Zhu Rong roared and killed, with raging anger in their eyes.

"Di Jun, you deserve to die!" Rushou roared, waving the golden spear in his hand, with unparalleled Gengjin aura, and slashed at Di Jun fiercely.

The vine whip in Ju Mang's hand danced like a mad dragon, with endless vitality, but it contained terrifying murderous intent.

Gong Gong controlled the surging waves and roared towards Di Jun. The flames around Zhu Rong rose, turning into a sea of ​​fire, and were about to burn Di Jun to ashes.

Di Jun's face changed drastically. He was already seriously injured. How could he resist the joint attack of the four great witch ancestors?

"Boom!" The attacks of the four great witch ancestors fell on Di Jun at the same time. He screamed and his body was almost torn into pieces.

However, just as he was about to fall, a flash of madness flashed in his eyes, and his body suddenly expanded, bursting out with an extremely dazzling light.

"Since I can't live, you can't have a good life either!"

"No, he's going to self-destruct!"

Zhu Rong exclaimed. However, it was too late.

"Boom!" With a loud noise that shook the earth, Di Jun self-destructed. The terrifying energy swept in all directions, involving the four great witch ancestors, Rushou, Ju Mang, Gong Gong, and Zhu Rong.

After the explosion, the world was silent, and only the bloody smell that soared into the sky and the pervasive aura of catastrophe told of the tragedy just now.

The power of Emperor Jun's self-detonation shook the heavens and the earth, and it seemed that this huge noise could be heard everywhere in the prehistoric world.

In the center of the explosion, smoke and dust filled the air, covering the sky and the sun, making it difficult to see the scene inside.

The six ancestor witches who fought fiercely with Donghuang Taiyi - Tianwu, Shebishi, Xuanming, Houtu, Zhu Jiuyin, and Qiangliang, were also affected by this terrifying energy, and each of them was seriously injured and their breath was disordered.

"Brother!" Donghuang Taiyi's sad roar resounded through the world, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were red, and he looked like a madman.

Seeing his brother's death, he was filled with grief and anger, and there was no trace of reason at all.

He burned his blood and essence frantically, and poured all his magic power into the Chaos Bell.

The Chaos Bell made a deafening buzzing sound, and countless mysterious runes appeared on the surface of the bell, exuding a breath of destruction.

"All of you die!"

Donghuang Taiyi was like a madman, and the Chaos Bell suddenly smashed down, aiming directly at the six seriously injured ancestor witches.

"Not good!" Tianwu's face changed drastically. He endured the severe pain in his body and wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

The waves of the Chaos Bell swept over like a tsunami, instantly swallowing up the three ancestor witches Tianwu, Shebishi and Qiangliang.

After three shrill screams, everything returned to calm. When the smoke and dust dissipated, only three pools of bloody wreckage were left on the spot. Where were the figures of the ancestor witches?

Hou Tu, Xuan Ming and Zhu Jiuyin escaped by chance, but they were all seriously injured and unable to fight again.

Looking at the miserable state of their companions, they were heartbroken, but they could do nothing.

Donghuang Taiyi was already at the end of his strength at this moment. The sequelae of burning his blood and essence made him miserable, but his eyes were burning with crazy flames, staring at the remaining three ancestor witches.

"You all will be buried with my elder brother!" Donghuang Taiyi said hoarsely, and raised the Chaos Bell again.

Xuanming and Zhu Jiuyin looked at each other, and a look of determination flashed in their eyes.

They knew that they could not escape death today, and it was better to die with the enemy than to linger on!

"Hou Tu, go!" Xuanming shouted, and his figure flashed, blocking in front of Hou Tu.

Zhu Jiuyin followed closely, and the two of them hugged Donghuang Taiyi tightly, one in front and one behind.

"What are you doing? Let me go!" Donghuang Taiyi struggled desperately, but could not break free from the restraints of the two.

"Let's die together!" Xuanming and Zhu Jiuyin roared at the same time, burning the last of their blood and soul, and detonating themselves.

"Boom!" There was another earth-shaking sound, and the self-explosion of the three quasi-saints was more powerful than Di Jun.

The terrifying energy swept in all directions, razing the entire Buzhou Mountain to the ground.

After the explosion, the world was in a dead silence, with only the pervasive smell of blood and the suffocating aura of catastrophe telling of the tragedy just now.

Hou Tu was the only survivor among the twelve witch ancestors.

She stood in the ruins blankly, looking at everything in front of her, her heart broken with grief.

At this time, the robbery between heaven and earth seemed to be a lot clear, and the back soil also woke up from the previous murderous mood.

She didn't understand what the war was for this war? Why do you pay such a heavy price?

After this battle, their witch tribe was almost lost. The ancestors and witch were only her, and there was no one of the big witch levels!

The demon tribe is not much better, and there are dead demon bodies everywhere.

"It's over ... Are you all over?"

The later soil murmured, his voice was hoarse, as if it was squeezed out of the throat.

She walked forward, every step seemed to step on the tip of the knife, and the pain of her heart reminded her cruelty of this war.

She saw the broken body of Tian Wu, and the once prestigious ancestor of the wind, now there is only a pile of flesh and blood wreckage.

She saw the corpse's body again, and his hard body became fragmented at this moment.

Some of them did not even leave the broken corpse.

Most of the robbery between the heavens and the earth has not completely disappeared.

The back soil dragged heavy steps and walked step by step through the blood of the corpse.

The air was filled with a strong bloody smell, which stimulated her perception.

She walked numbly, as if I couldn't feel the pain on her body, and couldn't feel the sadness of her heart.

Suddenly, she stopped.

A strange feeling rushed to my heart, like a glimmer of light in the darkness, and a trace of clearness in chaos.

Robbery ... Not over yet?

This idea scratched her mind like lightning, making her original chaotic thoughts a lot of instantly.

She looked around blankly, glanced at those broken bodies, swept through those who were almost razed to the ground, and swept through the robbery that was still permeated in the heavens and the earth.

She didn't understand why she felt this.

The two Lichs were defeated by both ethnic groups. The ancestral witch was left alone, and the demon clan lost heavy losses. Isn't this robbery that lasted countless years? Is it not over yet?

She sat down with her knees, closed her eyes, trying to grab the glory.

At the same time, in the depths of chaos, in the Purple Palace.

Hong Jun's ancestors slowly opened their eyes.

His eyes were deep and far away, as if the cave penetrated endless time and space, and saw the tragic scene on the flood land.

"The back of the soil ..."

He murmured to himself, and a complex color flashed in his eyes.

Under the Tao, all beings are chess pieces.

Even if he is, he cannot be detached.

He sighed and closed his eyes again.

At the foot of Zhou Shan, sitting on the back of the soil, surrounded by the power of the rich soil.

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The earth seemed to feel her existence, and she began to tremble slightly, and countless earthy yellow lights came out of the ground and gathered on her.

Her body gradually became transparent, as if she was integrated with the earth.

At this moment, the back soil finally understood!

"I reincarnate in reincarnation, set up six ways, and rob!"

The back soil stood up and made a magnificent vow, and the sound sounded throughout the flood world.

With her vow, the robbery between the heavens and the earth began to fluctuate violently, as if she was led by some powerful power, and she began to rush crazy to the back soil.

The body of the back soil began to tremble violently, and her face became pale, as if she had suffering a huge pain.

But she still closed her eyes tightly, and kept recitation of ancient and mysterious spells in her mouth.

With the chanting of the spell, the body of the back soil began to gradually integrate into the earth.

Her legs, her waist, her chest, her head, and her head disappeared in the eyes of everyone.

In the end, only her voice was left in the world.

Chu Yang, who was far away from the East China Sea, also heard this sound and woke up from cultivation.

After a while, I learned that the Lich War was over. After that, the ancestor witch also turned into a six reincarnation, which made the dead soul that died in the heavens and the earth.

At the foot of Zhou Shan, the earth was sore.

The last sound of the later soil was echoed in the heavens and the earth, and an old and majestic sound suddenly sounded: "Good!"

Hong Jun's ancestor appeared in the air out of thin air. He was a childish face, wearing a purple robe, and around the chaos.

He waved softly, a soft force shrouded in the homeless soul wandering between heaven and earth, and guided them to slowly float into the huge six reincarnation vortex.

Immediately afterwards, the figures of the six saints also appeared.

Lao Tzu rides a green cow, and looks indifferent; Yuan Shitian Zun's face is solemn and holding the ancient puppet; the leader of the Tongtian has a trace of compassion and stare at the slow rotating six reincarnation.

The Western Second Holy Sacred and Jun Ti also came with Xiangyun, with a trace of complicated expression on his face.

The son -in -law's mother -in -law was sorrowful and her eyes were reddish.

"Hou Tu Girl, I admire it!"

Yuanshi Tianzun said with a deep voice, with a trace of respect in his tone.

Several other saints nodded and agreed.

After the soil, the merits are infinite, and they are not ashamed of them.

Tiandao also seemed to feel the great sacrifice of the back soil. He dropped the boundless merit golden light and dyed the entire flood world into golden.

The vast merits are even more blessed than the son -in -law of the son -in -law.

In the center of the six reincarnation, the figure of the back soil quietly emerged.

She was still as elegant and graceful as the mother of the country, but her face was slightly pale, as if she had experienced a long sleep.

She looked at Hongjun and the saints calmly, without any sadness in her eyes, but only a sense of relief and relief.

"There will be no Hou Tu anymore, only Empress Pingxin!"

She said softly, her voice was clear and ethereal, as if it came from outside the nine heavens.

At this moment, the light of the six reincarnations was more dazzling, like a rising sun, illuminating the entire prehistoric world.

The boundless merits condensed into two treasures in the air, a book of life and death, and a judge's pen, which fell into the hands of Empress Pingxin.

Countless creatures, whether they were the remaining witches and liches, or other prehistoric creatures, all bowed in the direction of the six reincarnations, shouting: "Empress Pingxin!" The sound shook the earth and resounded throughout the universe.

Even the six saints bowed slightly and said in unison: "Empress Pingxin!"

Chu Yang was on Yingzhou Island, looking at the direction of Buzhou Mountain, feeling the vast power of merit, and feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

Finally, it has come to this point. At this moment, the two races of witches and liches have become a thing of the past.

The smoke of the war between witches and liches has dissipated, and the prehistoric world has rarely calmed down.

The scars of the broken Buzhou Mountain are still eye-catching, but compared with the previous scenes of the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth, the current peace seems precious.

Chu Yang still stayed on Yingzhou Island, concentrating on practicing the Chaos Body Refining Art, turning a deaf ear to all the disturbances in the outside world.

Time passed like flowing water, and in the blink of an eye, eight hundred years had passed.

On this day, the sky above Yingzhou Island changed, and the spiritual energy surged towards Chu Yang's retreat cave like a tide.

Chu Yang sat cross-legged, surrounded by abundant spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and there was a faint golden light flowing on the surface of his skin.

Suddenly, Chu Yang opened his eyes abruptly, and two beams of light shot out, leaving two deep holes on the stone wall of the cave.

"It's done!" Chu Yang shouted, clenched his fists, felt the surging power in his body, and smiled.

After nearly a thousand years of hard practice, he finally practiced the first level of "Chaos God Body"!

Now, his physical strength is comparable to that of a great witch. Now that all the ancestor witches have fallen, this physical body is definitely the best in the prehistoric world!

Although his realm is still Taiyi Jinxian, in terms of real combat power, it is no less than that of an ordinary Daluo Jinxian!

"Finally... in this prehistoric world full of dangers, I have a foothold!"

Chu Yang breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

That battle with Jiuying was the most thrilling one for Chu Yang, but fortunately, he won in the end.

"Next, it's time to try the power of this Chaos God Body!" A glimmer of excitement flashed in Chu Yang's eyes.

His figure flashed and he came to the sky above a sea area outside Yingzhou Island.

He took a deep breath, punched out with both fists, and two golden fist shadows whistled out and slammed into the sea.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise that shook the world, a huge water column exploded on the sea surface, rushing straight into the sky. The sea water within a radius of hundreds of miles surged violently, forming a huge wave, and the scene was horrifying.

"Yes, without the help of magic power, just relying on the strength of the body, there is such power, which is more than ten times stronger than before!"

"If I meet Jiuying, the demon saint in the late stage of Daluo Jinxian again, I will no longer need to use any formation to assist, and I can kill him!"

Chu Yang nodded with satisfaction. (End of this chapter)