Near Zhoushan, above the witch clan's garrison, looked up and saw dark clouds covering the sky and the sun. The army of the demon clan stood on the clouds and looked down at the witch clan on the ground. The demon emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Fuxi, Hu Tianxiao, Kunpeng and others stood in the front row. The decisive battle between the two tribes finally kicked off.

The witch tribe on the ground stood high under the leadership of the twelve ancestor witches, looking at the enemies in the air, and their momentum was also increasing little by little, and the battle was about to reach.

Di Jun looked at Di Jiang below with a calm expression. He did not have the same irreconcilable style as before the life-and-death battle. Instead, he smiled softly and spoke.

"Dijiang, I have been waiting for a long time. Today, you and my tribes can finally have a battle without any scruples!"

Di Jiang came out from the crowd, looked at Di Jun and replied with a smile:

"That's true. From the birth of our tribes to the present, we have been hostile, and have fought many big and big battles. We even set up a battleground near the Sea of ​​Blood, but those are nothing at all. Only today, the date stipulated by the Taoist Ancestor has passed can we quickly decide the outcome and determine who is the real overlord of the prehistoric world."

"Yes, the two lich tribes cannot coexist. Either one side is weak and the other side is strong; or both are injured and die together. Dijiang, I won't say much nonsense, let's start!" The demon emperor Di Jun said this, raised his right hand, commanded the army behind him, ready to attack at any time.

The ancestor witch Di Jiang also did the same thing. The troops on both sides finally checked whether their preparations were complete. After confirming that they were correct, the leaders of the two Lich clans waved their hands and made a chopping gesture, and took the order to attack.

"Kill!" In the four fields, there were waves of shouts of killing sounds between heaven and earth. The men and horses of both sides immediately met in close combat, without any fancy moves, fighting for life and death, and blood flew everywhere.

In a moment, millions of witches and demons died in the first confrontation. The witch clan was strong in body, and the demon clan had unparalleled magic. The two clans had their own advantages and disadvantages, and it was difficult to distinguish between the superiority and inferiority. As a result, more and more corpses were piled up on the ground. However, this casualty was only considered a drizzle for the two clans with countless clans, so the war was very fierce and did not decrease due to casualties.

Gradually, a cold wind blew in the air, and the sky began to be red with blood marks on the ground. Fortunately, the mountains near Zhoushan were strong, otherwise the mountains and rivers would have been broken and the earth would have cracked.

But the war has just begun, and it is difficult to tell the difference depending on the situation. If this continues, the battle will sooner or later be affected by the battle.

The senior officials of both sides temporarily remained silent and observed the battle situation in front of them. Although they felt sorry for the dead tribe, they were not in charge of the troops. For the sake of future brightness, this sacrifice was inevitable.

After looking for a while, the battle between the two tribes did not require them to care more, their eyes began to look at each other. Di Jiang and the other eleven ancestor witches came to Di Jun and the others, and frowned at the few remaining demon clans, then asked:

"Di Jun, I know you until now, and I know that you are not a arrogant madman. Why do you only leave such a few people to fight against us this time? Do you think my witch clan will still show mercy to you?"

"Dijiang, people are not many, you should understand this principle, otherwise there would be only twelve of you in front of me.

Besides, I will not use it on you if I underestimate the enemy. There are enough people left here that need to arrange the Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation. No matter how many there are, it is useless. If you don’t believe it, you will know it’s amazing later!" Di Jun glanced at the person behind him who did not participate in the war and said to Di Jiang.

The Star Fighting Array is different from the past, with no flaws and getting stronger and stronger. The people left by Di Jun this time are all considered the sons of the Stars, because they are born on a star like Di Jun, Taiyi, Xi and Chang Xi. They are the biggest trump card of the demon clan and have never been activated.

They can fully accept the power brought by the stars, making the Zhoutian Array more complete and stronger. For such people, Di Jun has only collected three thousand numbers, and there is no sign of life for other stars.

Otherwise, if there were more than a billion stars in the sky and all creatures were produced on it, then no one could stop the arrangement of the Zhoutian Array, and the saints would not be the opponent of the demon clan.

But obviously the Heavenly Dao would not allow such a thing to live. It is not easy to be trapped by Di Jun and the sons of the Stars. With them, plus Di Jun, Taiyi and others, the power of the formation has reached its maximum tolerance limit. If other demon clans come in, they cannot increase the power of the formation. It is better to stay and fight against the witch clan.

Seeing Di Jun's words, Di Jiang knew that he had no need to show weakness to him. There was only one possibility. The demon clan that remained was all elites, so he put away his previous contempt, looked at the other ancestor witches, opened the formation, and prepared to start the formation.

"Since that's the case, then fight, and never give up until you decide the level! The twelve capital heavenly evil formations started." After Di Jiang said that, he and the ancestor witches set up the formation, and the great man similar to Pangu appeared in the prehistoric world again.

"The Zhoutian Star Fighting Array starts!" Di Jun did not delay, and immediately arranged the formation with the demon clan behind him, and Taiyi and others hid into the formation together.

In the world formed by the Zhoutian Formation, the witch clan man stood in it, and a figure in an imperial robe appeared opposite him, which was the emperor condensed from the demon formation.

The two stood opposite each other, and a giant energy axe slowly appeared in the hands of the great man of the witch clan, while an energy long sword in the hands of the emperor of the demon clan. The witch-slaughtering sword was hidden by Di Jun. It is not the time to use it.

After the two of them took the weapons, they did not drag on each other and directly attacked each other. The moves of the witch clan's great man were simple and simple, revealing a wild aura. One axe after another, like creating the world, sweeping the world, powerful and domineering;

The sword technique of the demon clan emperor is straight and hard, revealing a strict system atmosphere. A sword stabbing seems to create a world where the demon clan leads all beings, and all spirits are lying down, and is graceful and noble.

The two of them went back and forth without stopping. In the blink of an eye, they fought for thousands of rounds, and no one took advantage. The demon clan has the help of formations, and is not afraid of the consumption of magic power. The witch clan is mainly engaged in physical body, and he basically cannot use magic power in one move and move, and he is not worried about fighting a protracted battle.

In this way, in the formation of the demon clan, the two of them fought for more than ten years, but they still had no choice but to win or lose. However, they were not in a hurry. In the final battle, no one should have the patience. The impatient ones are most likely to have flaws. They all know in their hearts, so they both fought steadily for the time being to see who loses patience first.

In addition to the formation, the battle between the two tribes has not stopped for a moment. The witch clan has a major UMNO leader and the demon clan has a ten demon generals. After fighting for so long, no one left an opportunity for the other party to take advantage of. So far, it is still a war of attrition.

After more than ten years of uninterrupted fighting, there were already corpses everywhere on the earth. Looking around, there were all the corpses of people from both tribes, some intact, some intact, and some intact. The cruelty of the war was completely revealed in the eyes of other creatures in the prehistoric world.

Several saints were also paying attention to the battle situation at this time. Even I, who didn't care about anything, stopped refining the alchemy and paid attention to the dynamics of the two tribes.

With the Taoist ancestor's decree, they naturally did not dare to interfere in this battle situation. Nuwa stayed honestly in the Wa Palace, with the son entrusted by Di Jun and Xihe standing beside him. In front of him was a treasure mirror that could see the outside world. At this time, the two could only stare at Bao Jing nervously and pray for the people in their hearts (Di Jun, Xihe, Taiyi, Fuxi, etc.), hoping that they could be safe in the end.

Houtu in the underworld can only be watched. The saints knew what the final outcome of the two tribes was, but Houtu couldn't help, so they could only hope that a miracle would happen. But can the miracle save the witch clan? She herself had no idea.

The happiest thing about the current situation is the two saints of Western religion.

Since the last time the two tribes jointly attacked Lingshan, ten thousand years have passed. Compared with the east, Lingshan is still in ruins. Although the two men of Zhunti tried hard to recover, the results were very little.

So the two of them held a grudge between the Lich clans, and they also admitted that they had made mistakes first, but the matter was one code and the Lich clans disrespectful to the saints, making them lose face in front of all living beings in the vast world. At this time, the two clans fought, so they were naturally happy.

Since the decline of the two tribes began this time, even if there is an opportunity to rise, there will be no possibility of standing in the prehistoric world again. That is the time for them to settle the score.

Yang Yi left Xiaoyao Island at this time and appeared at the place where the two tribes were fighting. Of course, he came here not to stop them from going to war, but to have something else to do. However, before the time came, he was invisible in the clouds and quietly watched the battle between the two tribes.

"Kill me!"

"For the glory of my demon clan (witch clan), fuck them to death!"

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Similar shouts of shouting on the battlefield were heard one after another, and they basically came from the mouths of ordinary people of the two tribes. They formed a huge race, and they might not have much power in normal times, but they rushed forward during wartime, respectful and admirable, and Yang Yi admired their character.

The battle at this level played a decisive role in the battle situation, and it was the duel between the top leaders of the two sides. So Yang Yi turned his attention to the Zhoutian formation of the demon clan.

The two giants in the formation were still fighting endlessly. The axe technique of the great witch clan man became more and more fierce, making him feel like breaking the starry sky world and creating a new world. It seems that he has made a breakthrough in the last battle and has realized some of the magical powers of the great god Pangu. If the emperor of the demon clan has no other means, it seems that it will be difficult to resist.

Sure enough, with the continuous attacks of the witch clan, the demon clan emperors began to feel a little unsustainable and could only passively resist, making it difficult to attack like before.

The demon emperor Nei Di Jun's thoughts became heavier. He thought to himself that it seemed that it was time for the witch sword to be born, but there was only one chance. If the witch tribe cannot achieve the result, it would be basically impossible to use this sword to severely damage the witch tribe.

So Di Jun was patient and continued to resist the attacks of the witch clan's great men, looking for flaws, and striving to achieve success in one blow.

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