Chapter 260: War between Liches and Wizards

Including the two heads in his hands, Donghuang Taiyi could be said to have killed four ancestor witches with one sword, but he still felt it was not enough. However, he did not point the butcher knife at Xing Tian. In his opinion, Xing Tian was just a small follower, and there was no need to be afraid of him even if he took on the position of the ancestor witch.

What's more, his momentum was rapidly declining, and other ancestor witches were also struggling to escape, so he had to speed up.

Just like a boulder rolling down a mountain, at the beginning, the speed of the boulder may be slow, and it may even stop under the interference of external forces. However, as the rolling time increases, the speed of the boulder will become faster and faster, until it passes a certain limit and falls to the ground with a loud bang. At that time, Donghuang Taiyi will completely disappear from this world.

Donghuang Taiyi once again used the Tuwu Sword, and this time he aimed it at Wu Rushou, the ancestor of gold.

Without any surprise, a head flew up and the Witch-Slaying Sword once again took the life of an ancestor witch.

Although Donghuang Taiyi is not a Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian at this moment, for a Hunyuan Jinxian, the difference between the two is not big. This is why Donghuang Taiyi chose to take the last step instead of self-destructing.

Self-detonation would at most result in the death of one or two ancestor witches, but taking the last step would cause all the ancestor witches to be buried with him.

The Tuwu Sword glowed with blood and turned again, this time attacking Xuanming.

Xuan Ming was unable to move and could only watch the bloody light coming towards her. At this critical moment, a huge figure blocked her way. It had a human body and a beast's head, covered with red scales, with fire snakes piercing its ears and a fire dragon under its feet. It was none other than Zhurong, the ancestor of fire.

"Has it fallen to this point? Looks like we need to speed up."

Seeing that Zhurong actually escaped the determination of the Donghuang Bell, Donghuang Taiyi murmured.

However, his men were not slow in action. Zhu Rong was also one of his targets, and now that he was delivered to his doorstep, he was naturally happy to accept him.

Blood splattered, and the figure fell to the ground. Xuan Ming finally broke free from the restraints of the bell and shouted sadly: "Third brother! Third brother!"

But Zhu Rong had already used all his strength to break free from his restraints, and now that he was taking on the calamity for Xuan Ming, he was completely freed.

Donghuang Taiyi's expression was grim. When he was about to wield the Tuwu Sword again, his aura trembled slightly, and finally dropped a lot uncontrollably. After a moment, Donghuang Taiyi still maintained the posture of wielding the magic sword, but a breeze blew, and Donghuang Taiyi instantly turned into ashes and died quietly.

His Majesty the Emperor Dong Huang finally couldn't hold on and the great Dao collapsed, and he died at this moment.

Gonggong finally regained his freedom at this moment. Seeing Zhurong, with whom he had been living day and night and often quarreled, die, he could no longer control his grief and anger. He punched Fuxi, who had not yet recovered, hard. Fuxi seemed caught off guard, and the Six Yang Head exploded. A wisp of soul came out and escaped into the sky in an instant.

Xuanming also saw Gonggong killing Fuxi, and felt something was wrong. He immediately grabbed the bodies of the other ancestor witches, and pulled Xingtian up, and asked anxiously: "Fourth brother, how did you kill Fuxi!"

Gonggong was filled with grief. Upon hearing Xuanming's words, he shouted, "This demon tribe killed nine of my brothers. So what if I kill Xi Huang now?"

Although Xuanming was also very sad, she was born with the ability to keep a cool heart and knew that Gonggong had made a big mistake.

When they were attacking Tian, ​​they had already discussed that anyone could be killed except Fuxi.

Although Fuxi and Nuwa are among the six emperors of the demon clan, they have not been involved in affairs for many years and have no deep hatred with the witch clan, not to mention that Fuxi is Nuwa's brother. Killing a disciple of a saint is a big deal, let alone killing a saint's brother. This is simply making enemies with Nuwa for nothing.

Although Hou Tu was sealed by the two saints, they also resented them, but sealing and being killed are two different things. They would not be stupid enough to offend Nuwa. This is a crime of great disrespect and would give Nuwa an excuse to take action, which would be a loss.

But looking at Gonggong's grief-stricken face, Xuanming didn't know what to say. After all, the ancestor witch did not cultivate his mind and his actions were out of control. What's more, Gonggong was just venting his anger for his brother, which was really understandable.

"After all, Fuxi's soul was not completely destroyed, and his spirit still escaped into the sky. There is still hope for a turnaround."

Xuan Ming could only comfort himself in this way in the end.

At this moment in the battlefield, apart from the three surviving ancestor witches, only Bai Ze, the demon clan’s military strategist, was present.

Xuanming and Gonggong both looked at Bai Ze with unfriendly eyes. In the eyes of the Wu Clan, compared with the indifferent Emperor Fuxi and the apathetic demon master Kunpeng, this military advisor Bai Ze could be said to be the biggest enemy after the Emperor Di Jun. The various strategies he implemented had destroyed countless plans of the Wu Clan. He was simply hateful.

Donghuang Taiyi killed eight ancestor witches in a row. Including Houyi who was killed earlier and Dijiang who was buried with Dijun, it means that a total of ten ancestor witches died at the hands of the demons. How could Fuxi alone fill such a huge hatred?

Endless streams of water emerged from Gonggong's body, and the python-head's expression seemed neither smiling nor crying, as if he was happy about the victory of the Wu clan, but also as if he was sad about the death of his brothers and sisters. He could neither cry nor laugh, and the whole person looked extremely abnormal.

"Bai Ze, if you don't leave with Kun Peng, do you want to die here? Then I will grant your wish!"

Gong Gong roared, and a huge sea appeared under his feet, like a river turning over, flooding the land. The green python in his hand screamed and turned into two green whips, biting the snow-white beast. Facing the full-strength attack of an ancestor witch, Bai Ze was not in a hurry. He opened his mouth and spit out a stream of smoke, gently holding the two green giant pythons, and then shouted: "Fellow Daoist Jianmu, please act quickly, don't stop any longer."

As soon as Bai Ze shouted, Xuan Ming became alert, but before she could react, countless vines quickly emerged from the ground and immediately tied her up tightly. Xuan Ming was furious, but no matter how he struggled, these vines became more and more tough and he had no way to break free.

"Where did this great god come from! With such divine power, even Ju Mang cannot surpass him in the Great Way of Wood!"

Xuanming was filled with both shock and anger, but after continuous battles, her magic power had almost been exhausted. At this moment, she was just relying on her strong body to barely struggle. In the end, she had no choice but to reveal an ice coffin and lie in it alone, hoping that Gonggong would rescue her outside.

Gonggong didn't expect that there was another great god hiding outside, so he turned around and punched him without thinking. Bai Ze didn't want to stop Gonggong, so he turned around and left, leaving behind countless vines that began to spread in this broken heaven.

Gonggong punched the vines, and branches and leaves flew everywhere, with roots scattered all over the ground. However, compared to the seemingly endless vines, this little bit of damage was almost nothing, and it returned to its original state in an instant.

Realizing that there must be a master behind the vine, Gong Gong did not have time to think about it. He immediately entered the void and chased after the source of the vine.

Because he and Zhurong were only trapped by Fuxi, they did not consume much magic power. Therefore, even though Xuanming's cultivation was higher than his, he was still no match for him at this moment.

Gonggong rode on the black dragon and inspected the four realms. He immediately saw an old man standing in the depths of the void. Next to the old man was a young Taoist sitting on a green ox.

This Taoist's cultivation level is quite low, only at the Daluo realm. However, compared with the old man who has cultivated to the level of Hunyuan Jinxian, Gonggong pays more attention to this young Taoist.

It was because although the Taoist's cultivation was low, his essence was extremely noble, and he overwhelmed all things in the world. Even he, the ancestor witch, felt a sense of worship in his heart after seeing this young Taoist.

Apart from the saint, no one in the entire prehistoric world could make him so panicked, not even Donghuang Taiyi who had taken the last step.

But when he thought of Xuanming, Gonggong was no longer afraid of anything and asked angrily: "Who are you? How dare you trap my sister! If you know what's good for you, untie the bonds now and I can let you go!"

The old man had a kind face, but the aura on his body was extremely powerful, not weaker than Gonggong, and even stronger. He was on par with Donghuang Taiyi who had not taken the last step. It was obvious that he was not an easy person to deal with. However, Gonggong had never seen this old man before, and he was shocked to find that there was a great god in the prehistoric world that he did not know.

The old man smiled and said, "My name is Jianmu. I am lucky to have lived a few more years and met Gonggong, the ancestor witch, here."

Gonggong had also heard Bai Ze call out Jianmu before, but he didn't expect that this old man was called Jianmu.

The young Taoist also smiled and said, "My name is Taoist Qingrong, and I am an incarnation of the leader of the Xuan Sect."

really!

Gonggong immediately knew which saint this young Taoist was the incarnation of. Apart from the leader of Xuanjiao who loved to plan things, which other saint would be so boring?

Facing the might of the saint, even Gonggong had to hold back his edge and asked cautiously, "Since it is the saint's clone, it must be the saint himself. I wonder what the leader of Xuanjiao wants to say, and why he even wants to ask Daoist Jianmu to come. I just wonder if you can let my sister go first. We worship the saint day and night and dare not neglect him in the slightest. If the saint has any instructions, please let me know. But please don't hurt Xuanming."

Taoist Qing Rong said with a smile: "Ancestor Wu Gong Gong is joking. We have never thought of intervening in the war between witches and liches. We are here just because of the cause and effect, so we trapped Xuan Ming first."

After saying this, Taoist Qing Rong's face turned cold and he shouted, "Gong Gong, do you know your crime?"

Gonggong felt awe in his heart, knowing that it was his act of killing Fuxi that angered the saint. However, Fuxi was also one of the six emperors of the demon clan. If he had not tried his best to stop him, Donghuang Taiyi would not have been able to take the last step and would have been strangled to death by his brothers and sisters.

So he stiffened his neck and said, "I don't know what crime Gonggong has committed."

Taoist Qing Rong said coldly: "Your witch-lich war is a small matter, but you actually dared to kill Fuxi, which is really bold. This matter has angered Nuwa and Xuanjiao. They originally wanted to directly destroy the witch clan to pay for this sin, but God has the virtue of loving life. Hou Tu turned into reincarnation, with great merits and virtues, and benefited the witch clan. The two saints did not want to start a war, but only said that they would punish the main culprit. Gonggong, go ahead, don't let me and Jianmu fight, by then, it will not be just a witch ancestor who can pay for it."

Taoist Qingrong's meaning was very clear, which was to let Gonggong die to atone for his sins. If they were asked to do it themselves, then Xuanming would have to pay for his sins with him.

Gonggong felt aggrieved, but the situation was stronger than he was. Zhurong was willing to sacrifice his life for Xuanming, so his brother naturally would not be left behind. For the sake of the Wu clan and Xuanming, he had to die.

Finally, Gong Gong shouted: "The saint is unfair and has gone too far. Even if I die, only Father God can make me willing!"

Afterwards, Gonggong rushed towards the Buzhou Mountain not far away. There was a loud noise that shook the world, and the towering sacred mountain was split into two and fell to the ground with a loud bang.

(End of this chapter)