"kill!"

The shouts of killing on Zhoushan have not stopped in the past twenty years. After the successive fall of the top leaders of the two tribes, the battle situation here has become more intense.

This long-term killing has basically not left much rationality among the people of the two tribes. The only thing that is clear in my heart is to kill as many opponents as possible and let their own tribe win.

During the battle, they will use all their means, fight if they can beat them, and die with the other party if they can't.

Therefore, on the battlefield, there would be explosions from time to time, and it would be caused by their self-destruction, which made the eyelids of people watching the war between the two tribes in the prehistoric world twitch.

Because if people who self-destruct without special means, they will be scattered and completely disappear into the prehistoric world, and they will not even have the chance to reincarnate.

Such extreme methods are rarely hesitant when people from both races do. With this courage alone, other races are beyond the reach of this world.

In the sky, the battle between Di Jun and others continued. At this time, they did not fight separately, but gathered together to resist the remaining three ancestral witches of the Witch Clan.

On the side of the demon clan, Di Jun and Fuxi were both injured. Kunpeng was fine, but he didn't work hard and did not dare to work hard. The result was that he was suppressed and beaten by Di Jiang and the other two.

The atmosphere between the few people was very depressing, and no one said nonsense. They all looked expressionless (except Kunpeng) and looked evil in their eyes. They showed no mercy in their actions, and they were determined to kill the other party.

Fuxi's injuries were even more serious. Until now, he had begun to feel powerless, so he was often taken by the witch clan opposite him to take the opportunity to add new injuries.

Di Jun and Kunpeng wanted to share some attacks for him, but they themselves were just trying hard to resist, so the situation at this time was very critical for the demon clan.

Seeing this, Fuxi sighed secretly, knowing that he could not drag it down any longer, so he sent a message to Di Jun and Kunpeng retreat. He faced the three people of the witch clan alone, and then he exploded without much hesitation.

Until now, the two tribes have no chance of stopping. It’s just who can laugh to the end and who will become the last winner. Fuxi’s self-destruction created opportunities for the demon clan, and Di Jiang and the other three were seriously injured.

Nuwa of the Imperial Palace saw her brother dying, and her face looked ugly, and she almost couldn't help but take action to end the war, but in the end she still held it back.

The orders of the Taoist ancestor were not easy to violate. In addition, Nuwa had a wisp of Fuxi's soul in her hand. Before the Lich tribes started the war, she used the saints to get it from Fuxi, because she was afraid that the current situation would be the case.

As a result, what I didn't want to see happened. In the future, I could only use this wisp of soul to slowly resurrect Fuxi.

She also thought about drawing the souls of Di Jun and Taiyi and others in case of accidents, but no matter how they cast, they could not draw them. Therefore, Nuwa knew that this was the meaning of the way of heaven, and she had no choice.

Fuxi's self-destruction was the one who was most injured by Dijiang. He had a high level of cultivation. After discovering the situation, he immediately protected Xuanming and Gonggong with all his strength.

The two of them were only slightly injured, but Di Jiang's back was blown to reveal rows of bones, and large pieces of internal organs also broke.

Di Jiang spitted blood, then smiled, and said to Xuan Ming and Gonggong:

"Life well, for the witch clan!"

After saying this, Di Jiang flew towards Di Jun and the others. The cultivation energy on his body began to be chaotic, and then he did not give Di Jun and the others a chance to retreat, and he also exploded.

Boom ~

"Brother!" Xuan Ming and Gonggong shouted loudly, flying towards Di Jiang's self-destruction like crazy.

Di Jun and Kun Peng had already been blown away by the explosion energy. In the end, Di Jun barely stood firm and checked his injuries.

After checking, Di Jun smiled bitterly. He was so injured that he no longer had the ability to fight again. The Witch Clan also has two ancestor witches, Xuan Ming and Gonggong. Could it be that my demon clan can only be the meat of a mermaid in the future?

While he was thinking about countermeasures, he saw Xuan Ming and Gonggong flying towards him. Instead of worrying about it, he became happy.

Originally, he no longer had the ability to cause harm to Xuan Ming and the others, but now they flew over by themselves, so let's use my death to pave the way for the future of the demon clan.

Di Jun looked at Kunpeng in the distance again, his eyes full of deep meaning. At this point, he couldn't care about what Kunpeng had in his mind. Kunpeng is a demon clan and will always take care of the living creatures of the demon clan in the future.

Xuanming and Gonggong who flew towards Di Jun were determined to kill Di Jun to avenge their dead brothers. Xuanming, who was flying in front, noticed the smile on Di Jun's face, and his heart broke out. Without thinking, he punched Gonggong behind him, allowing him to fly far in the opposite direction.

At this moment, Di Jun exploded himself, and the explosion of energy storm swallowed Xuan Ming, and the two of them fell into this way.

Kunpeng in the distance felt cold in his heart when he saw this. Now only he and Gonggong of the Wu clan were still alive. He thought that he could not stay here anymore, otherwise the madman of the Wu clan would take him to hell with him.

So Kunpeng no longer delayed and flew towards his North Sea. On the way, he saw Di Jun exploding himself and scattered outside the river map and Luoshu scattered outside. He hurriedly put it away and then accelerated to leave here.

On the other side, Gonggong, who was beaten far away by Xuan Ming, finally avoided Di Jun's self-destruction and was not seriously injured.

When he saw Xuan Ming being destroyed by the ashes in order to protect him, he couldn't help but cry out loud. The twelve brothers born together were now the only ones left. How could he not hurt him?

Gonggong's temperament is similar to Zhu Rong, which is irritable and extreme. When he thinks that in the future, there will be no more brothers with him who will be with him day and night, he feels that the whole world is dark and he doesn't have much meaning to live.

Since all the descendants of Pangu Father God have fallen completely, there is no need for other races in the prehistoric world to exist.

Gonggong, who had these ideas, roared, then gathered all his strength and rushed towards Zhoushan, which was transformed by Pangu's backbone without looking back. He wanted to break Zhoushan, break the sky, roll the sky back, and flood the vast land.

"Crack~boom~"

Zhou Shan was hit by this attack and actually began to break from the middle. The two lich tribes who were still fighting near Zhou Shan were shocked at the same time. Then they looked up at the sky at the same time, and then they saw an unforgettable scene for their lives.

I saw countless cracks appearing on the Zhou Mountain, and huge rocks kept falling on the mountain. The broken mountain body began to tilt to one side.

The mountains that supported the sky fell, and spider-web-like cracks appeared in the sky, drops of water flowed out of the cracks and fell to the ground.

The water droplets became more and more. With a last bang, a big hole was opened in the sky, and a large amount of water from the river of heaven flowed down and poured back into the vast land.

The two lich tribes on the ground were ruthless, and the water and fire were ruthless, let alone the water of the sky. The weight of a drop of water was equivalent to a large stone of 100 kilograms. Now there are thousands of floods of water.

The lich tribes lost 10% of their tribe members in just one go. Yang Yi was invisible and never helped him because this was the cause and effect that the two tribes had to bear.

The Lich War caused the devastation of life and the vast land was broken. Now the Zhoushan, which was supporting the sky, was broken, and naturally he would be punished.

But we cannot let Tianshui flow backwards. After seeing the two Lichs being punished, Yang Yi began to take action to block Tianshui that continued to flow down, and to temporarily support the world.

With a wave of his hand, two spiritual treasures flew out, one of which was used to collect Tianshui, and one of which was a pagoda spiritual treasure to support the descending sky.

But just this is the only way to solve the urgent problem and it won't last long.

At this moment, several spiritual treasures flew from afar, including Lao Tzu's Tai Chi diagram, the primitive Pangu banner, the Zhuxian sword that penetrated the sky, the Seven Treasures Tree of Cunti and the Sword of Guiyin's God Banner.

After these spiritual treasures flew over, they all turned into different shapes, some supporting the sky, and some collecting the water of the Tianhe River.

Then the figures of several saints also came here. They ignored the existing lichs and others. They first greeted each other and said to the big hole that was broken in the sky:

"The battle between the two lichs is over, but it has left many troubles. The most important thing now is the broken sky and Zhou Shan that supports the sky, the junior brothers, junior sisters and fellow Daoist Yang, what good solutions can you solve!"

"There is a giant turtle in the North Sea. It has lived there since the beginning of the opening of the sky by the great Pangu god. Day after day after day, year after year, and only grows and cannot transform. Now it is already extremely huge. If its limbs are used as objects to support the sky, the problem of sky falling can be completely solved. I am willing to go over and get it back." Yang Yi said with a smile.

"That's what a blessing will be for Fellow Daoist Yang." I said politely.

"It's nothing, this is what I should do." Yang Yi then took out another spiritual treasure in his back, which was the innate treasure of Qiankun Cauldron. He threw the treasure cauldron to Nuwa and said:

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa is good at the way of creation and is most suitable for repairing the sky. Please lend this treasure tripod to fellow Daoist first."

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Yang. I happen to have a lot of Heaven-Repairing Divine Stones in my hand. I got it from the Zixiao Palace's treasure rock. Now that I have the Taoist's treasure cauldron, it is no problem to fill the sky."

Nuwa took the Qiankun Cauldron and said happily. This is something that can achieve great merits, so she is naturally happy.

Yang Yi smiled, nodded to the others, and stopped wasting time. He left here in the blink of an eye and came to the place where the giant turtle in the North Sea is located.

This giant turtle is very easy to find because it is huge and the sea can no longer cover it. One-third of its body is exposed on the sea surface. Yang Yi saw it at a glance.

Yang Yi flashed to the giant tortoise again, saw the giant tortoise with his eyes closed and snoring sounds coming from his nostrils, and said with a smile:

"Big Turtle, you're sleeping comfortably. Get up quickly, something good is coming!"

The turtle sleeping with her eyes closed did not respond and continued to snore and sleep soundly. Yang Yi shook his head, then reached out to flick the turtle's nose. The turtle was in pain and woke up.

He was confused and opened his eyes as big as an island, and saw Yang Yi not far away, and said in a buzzing voice:

"Who are you? Why did you disturb me from sleeping here? I didn't provoke you!" (To be continued)
Chapter completed!