Chapter 68: The Final Battle of the Lich (Part 3)

"Boom!"

Nine out of ten sons died, but Emperor Jun was still furious at this time.

He attacked with all his strength.

It seemed as if there was an extra sun in the sky above the prehistoric world.

The brilliant sun exploded, and the trees and the earth within a radius of billions of miles were burning, and even the void was ignited by the golden sun's true fire.

The golden sun's true fire was burning everything.

"Ah——"

Kuafu roared at this time, and the power of the earth continued to flow into his body. He swung the peach wood stick in his hand with all his strength and smashed it hard at Emperor Jun in the sky.

However...

Emperor Jun didn't even look at Kuafu, and his eyes filled with fury and destruction stared at Houyi.

The peach wood stick that was swung at him was ignited by the brilliant sun halfway, and was soon burned and turned into ashes.

"How is this possible... It's impossible to be so big." Kuafu was unbelievable.

Over the years, he has been fighting against the demons with other ancestor witches in the Twelve Capitals of Gods and Demons.

But at this moment, he actually felt that this Emperor Jun was even more terrifying than the power of the Zhoutian Xingdou Great Array.

"You deserve to die!"

Emperor Jun looked at Hou Yi below, the hatred in his eyes, the anger contained in it could not be extinguished even if all the water of the prehistoric world was poured out.

But the more this kind of time, the more sober Emperor Jun was.

When he sensed from the Heavenly Court that the little golden crow connected to his bloodline had perished, the figure that came quickly did not restrain at all.

In addition, the place he came from was originally the territory of the Wu Clan.

He could even sense the spatial fluctuations caused by Emperor Jiang who was rushing towards this place from afar.

One strike.

He had only one chance to strike Hou Yi at most.

Unlike those little golden crows with the cultivation level of Taiyi Jinxian, they were essentially comparable to the great witches of Daluo, especially Hou Yi was the top great witch of the Wu Clan, and his vitality was so strong.

Even a quasi-saint could not easily wipe him out.

But...

"You must die today!"

Di Jun's voice sounded like an evil ghost, and the Golden Crow's essence in his body had already been burning.

That brilliant sun was across the prehistoric world, as if it were the real supreme sun!

The terrifying sun's true fire was burning.

The golden sun's true flame exuded terrifying power, and the entire prehistoric world seemed to be ignited by this flame.

Even from a long distance, the power of the sun's true fire had already ignited Hou Yi's great witch's true body.

Hou Yi felt the severe pain of being ignited by the sun's true fire, and his face was extremely hideous.

He was not in pain because of the burning of the sun's true fire, but because he thought of his clansmen, wife and children who also died under the sun's true fire.

"Di Jun--"

Hou Yi looked at Di Jun who was protecting the little Golden Crow in the sky, and the hatred in his eyes was not weaker than that of Di Jun, and even...

much stronger than Di Jun, because at this time, he had completely lost his mind.

All of Hou Yi's strength was continuously poured into the war bow in his hand, whether it was the Great Witch's true body or the innate Dao of the Witch Clan.

At this time, Hou Yi's eyes were fixed on the last little golden crow.

He poured everything he had into the longbow and arrow in his hand, his magic power, his Great Witch's true body, his anger, his hatred, his life...

"Wow."

The string sounded.

The arrow flew.

The arrow was like a meteor that cut through the sky.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to be still, only this arrow flashed with an extremely dazzling light.

The arrow was shot.

It hit.

That Di Jun stared blankly at the long arrow stuck in his chest, his eyes full of disbelief.

He was...

Hit!

Not only that.

A trace of golden blood quietly flowed down the corner of Di Jun's mouth.

He.

Was injured!

Looking at the dark gap left by the arrow piercing the void, in the golden sun, that little black light was so dazzling.

"Hou Yi -"

On the vast land still burning with golden flames, Kuafu roared sadly and ran towards Hou Yi.

In the distance...

Hou Yi shot an extremely dazzling and stunning arrow.

There was a strong unwillingness in the pair of arrow-like eyes, staring at the arrow that pierced Di Jun in the air and was less than an inch away from Xiao Jinwu after getting up.

Slowly turned into flying ash and dissipated the world.

The huge space ancestor witch's true body suddenly cut through countless spaces, and Di Jiang pierced through the void and flew out.

Looking at Hou Yi who slowly turned into flying ash below, Di Jiang was furious at this time.

Hou Yi was the most promising younger generation in his tribe, the most peak cultivation of the great witch, and only a little short of breaking through to the quasi-saint realm.

But today he died in the hands of Emperor Jun.

"Emperor Jun, you are looking for death..."

Emperor Jiang roared, and immediately blasted out with a space avenue iron fist, and the terrifying power of the ancestor witch's true body poured out.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way——"

Emperor Jun roared madly in his heart, wanting to escape with his last son, but... he couldn't move at all.

Just now, the great witch Hou Yi burned everything in himself, and the arrow he shot severely injured him.

Although it was not a particularly serious injury.

But the long arrow contained a trace of extremely difficult power, like a thorn in the bone, preventing his injuries from healing.

"Bang!"

A bell rang, and a bell flew out from the void in front of Di Jun, blocking Di Jiang's space fist.

"Brother, are you okay?" Taiyi stepped out of the void, alert to Di Jiang in front of him, glanced at the long arrow on Di Jun's chest and asked in a low voice.

"No problem!"

Di Jun shook his head slightly, his magic power was running, and the sun flame in his hand rose and placed on the long arrow on his chest.

"Wow~"

The long arrow that condensed everything of Hou Yi was directly ignited, slowly turned into flying ash and dissipated.

And the injury on Di Jun's chest was also healing rapidly.

Standing in the air, Di Jun flew forward and stood side by side with Taiyi, emitting a terrifying magic power without restraint.

Looking at Di Jun and Taiyi in front of him, Di Jiang's eyes suddenly shrank.

If it was just Di Jun, he could still fight, but with Tai Yi, then...

Moreover, there is also the swift demon master Kunpeng in the demon clan who may arrive at any time.

On the other hand, in his witch clan, except for him, it takes some time for other witch ancestors to get here.

Di Jiang snorted coldly, and his wings flashed behind him, and he flashed directly to the side of Kuafu, picking up Kuafu and Hou Yi's longbow that fell on the ground.

Then he disappeared in a flash.

After Di Jiang left.

Di Jun, who was holding on, spurted out a mouthful of golden blood.

"Father!" The last little golden crow woke up from the crisis of death, and looked at Di Jun and cried out in grief.

"Big brother!" Tai Yi wanted to go forward to support Di Jun.

But Di Jun raised his hand to stop him, looking up at the direction where Di Jiang left, with a violent killing intent in his eyes.

Just now, if Tai Yi hadn't arrived in time, he might have really died on the spot this time.

How long has it been since he was so embarrassed!

He remembered that the last time he almost died was tens of thousands of years ago, when he was ambushed by Dong Wanggong in the East China Sea.

And Dong Wanggong was found by his demon clan tens of thousands of years ago and sent to Guixu, and none of the hundreds of millions of Donghai immortals survived.

Di Jun stared at Di Jiang's departing back and gritted his teeth and said, "Return to heaven, recruit troops, and kill all the witches!"

...

"Kuafu, what happened? Why did Di Jun appear in Hou Yi's tribe? How did you fight Di Jun?"

In the void, Di Jiang Chen Shu, who was flying rapidly with Kuafu, asked.

"It was the son of Di Jun. Ten golden crows suddenly appeared in Hou Yi's territory and destroyed Hou Yi's tribe. Hou Yi's wife and children were all..."

Kuafu's eyes were filled with tears.

"It's all my fault. If I hadn't gone hunting with Houyi today and Houyi was in his tribe, this wouldn't have happened."

"Damn demons!"

When Dijiang heard Kuafu say this, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He knew Houyi's wife.

She was a human with the strength of a golden fairy.

Yes, it was the human race!

It has been billions of years since Nuwa created humans. Those humans who came out of the human ancestral land have long since multiplied in the prehistoric world.

Living in the prehistoric world, the human race will inevitably have contact with the witch race.

For the sake of the saint Nuwa, the witch race also gave the human race some face and did not treat the human race the same way as the demon race and the prehistoric races.

Besides, the human race with the innate Taoist body is also very friendly to the witch race who also maintains the innate Taoist body on weekdays.

And Houyi and his wife are a rare couple among the human and witch races.

Dijiang looked down at the longbow in his hand.

He was sure that if Houyi had not died today, it would not take long for him to transcend the level of the Great Witch.

To the level of Quasi-Saint.

"What a pity!" Dijiang shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

For the Witch Clan, death is nothing more than returning to the embrace of Pangu the Father God.

Although he was angry and sad because of the death of his comrades at that time, he soon accepted this.

"Okay, Kuafu, hold on tight, I'm going to speed back to the Witch Clan." Dijiang said with a serious look on his face.

"This time, nine of the ten princes of the demon clan died at once. The demon clan will not give up. The war... is about to begin again."

"Yes, Master Zuwu!" Kuafu wiped the tears from his face, and his resolute face showed full of fighting spirit.

"In this battle, I will fight together with my brother Houyi!"

Dijiang ignored Kuafu's words, silently accelerated, and flew towards the Witch Clan.

What he did not tell Kuafu was that this time the war would probably be the final battle between the two clans of witches and demons.

Although the Wu Clan does not cultivate the Yuanshen and is not good at deducing the secrets of heaven.

But there are also wizards who are very good at divination, and they are definitely not worse than those cultivators who are good at deducing the secrets of heaven.

The safety of the entire Wu Clan and every great witch of the Wu Clan are always being watched by wizards.

But this time, Hou Yi's fall... was not warned at all.

If it is said that the Ten Golden Crows' unauthorized entry into the Wu Clan's territory this time was not calculated by someone, and someone covered up the secrets of heaven.

That is...

"The secrets of heaven are in chaos, and the catastrophe will come!"

A cold light flashed in Dijiang's eyes, and he thought of the prophecy about his two clans of witches and liches in the East China Sea in the extremely distant memory.

"Will the witches and liches be completely destroyed?"

A cold light flashed in Dijiang's eyes, and he roared in his heart: "I will never allow such a thing."

The already extremely fast speed suddenly increased by three points.