Chapter 78 The Beginning of Blood and Bones, a Bleak Picture of Life

In the prehistoric world, the stars are dim, the sun and the moon are eclipsed, the wind and clouds are rolling back, and the universe is reversed. Between heaven and earth, evil spirits are everywhere, the sky is so calm that it makes people afraid, and a strong sense of oppression comes to the face, making people feel suffocated.

In the prehistoric world, many powerful people in famous mountains, blessed places and caves feel their eyelids twitching wildly, and a strong sense of crisis is looming in their hearts, making people feel the breath of corpses and blood.

This day, the prehistoric world is destined to be unpeaceful.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the prehistoric world shook!

A strong sense of oppression and heaviness came from the depths of the ancient starry sky and filled the prehistoric land. All living things in the prehistoric world suddenly felt that a great disaster seemed to be coming in the dark, and they were shocked.

"What's going on? It feels like a great disaster is coming?" A Daluo Jinxian casual cultivator who was in retreat in the cave screamed.

"Oh no, what happened? Why did this poor Taoist feel so frightened?" A Taoist's face changed wildly, and he said in fear, "I'd better leave this place and come back after some time. I really don't know what happened?"

This person is also a master of casual cultivation. He can survive in the prehistoric world. Naturally, he is not a simple person. He acts decisively. Once he feels something is wrong, he will leave the cave immediately.

Such things happen everywhere in the prehistoric world.

And some great masters even close the mountain gate to avoid provoking cause and effect.

"Emperor Jun, Taiyi Xiaoer, what virtue and ability do you have to dare to say that you are in charge of the prehistoric world?" Emperor Jiang Zuwu looked up at the sky and shouted loudly, "If you want to establish the Heavenly Court, you still need to ask my witch clan whether it agrees or not."

"Haha, then I will show you how my demon clan controls the prehistoric world." Emperor Jun's domineering voice resounded, echoing in all directions, and the rhyme of Taoism flowed, and the whole prehistoric world trembled.

"Witch clan, let them see how powerful our witch clan is. Fight!" The ancestor witch Dijiang roared suddenly and punched the demon emperor Dijun.

After that, the twelve ancestor witches set out together and led the members of the witch clan to kill the demon clan. At the same time, Donghuang Taiyi led the ten demon gods of the demon clan to meet the twelve ancestor witches.

The outbreak of the war was inevitable. For a while, the sound of fighting was deafening, the sky was weeping blood, dark clouds were dense, and broken scales and broken armor were flying all over the sky.

Fight, fight, fight!

The starry sky collapsed, the void was broken, the murderous aura was pressing, and the roar was deafening.

In the prehistoric times, the smoke of war was thick, the sword energy rushed into the sky, and the mountains and rivers were stained with blood.

The piano and drums sounded, the iron spears rang, and the cold light shone on the starry sky.

White hair was stained with blood, thousands of corpses, blood and tears were everywhere, and the world was covered with red.

The beginning of blood and bones, a bleak picture of a lifetime.

The deadly feud between the witches and liches, the first fateful duel, began.

Countless quasi-saints looked at the battle in the sky, extremely miserable. Both sides had already killed each other, and the weakest among them was comparable to the masters of the celestial immortals and the mysterious immortal realm. The two tribes fought continuously, and the entire prehistoric world became a battlefield for the two tribes. The fierce fighting, the mountains of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, the cruelty of the witch tribe shocked the monsters.

The witch tribe is the most warlike race. They fight to survive. The more they fight, the more excited they are. The blood of the enemy is sprinkled on their bodies, the bones of the enemy are stepped on, and the remains of the enemy are held in their hands. The battle scene is extremely sad and beautiful.

Emperor Jiang Zuwu vs. Demon Emperor Di Jun, both are the leaders of the tribe, and even the emperors of the tribe. From the fact that both of them have the surname of Emperor, we can see the ambitions between the two.

Demon Emperor Di Jun holds the golden king's sword, and the sword light carries the majesty of the emperor. One sword after another is so magnificent and brilliant. Dijiang showed the appearance of the ancestor witch, which looked like a yellow sac, red like fire, with six legs and four wings, and was faceless. He waved his four wings and killed Dijun, punching one by one, all violently. The blessing of the law of space made him and Dijun temporarily evenly matched.

Donghuang Taiyi faced Zhu Jiuyin, the ancestor witch of time, and Zhurong, the ancestor witch of fire. The two joined forces to kill Donghuang Taiyi. Although Donghuang Taiyi lost the Chaos Bell, he also got the fierce sword Hunyuan Sword. He held the top-grade innate spiritual treasure Hunyuan Sword, the sword light was cold, the murderous aura was shocking, and he slashed at the two ancestor witches with endless murderous aura.

But the two ancestor witches were not afraid. For the ancestor witches, their bodies were the best weapons. The two waved their fists and held their staffs. The power of time and the law of fire were intertwined, and they were at a stalemate with Taiyi.

The Water Ancestor and the Wind Ancestor faced off against the demon master Kunpeng. The combination of water and wind faced off against Kunpeng, who was also proficient in the wind system laws and devouring magical powers. The three fought endlessly, and no one gave in. The fight between life and death, the interweaving of water and wind, and the bloody rain.

Buzhou Mountain, Emperor Xi Fuxi rushed out of Buzhou Mountain and faced the Rain Ancestor and the Earth Ancestor, Xuanming and Houtu. The sky and the earth were raining, and the rain realm contained a strong force of death. The heavy rain poured down, and where it fell, the grass and trees withered and flourished, and all things did not flourish. There was no grass within a radius of dozens of miles. Whoever touched it died, and the rain was merciless.

Although Houtu was the youngest, she was proficient in the earth system laws. As long as she stepped on the ground, there would be a constant flow of power blessing. With the help of the power of the earth, her power was the greatest. Similarly, the power of the earth is also the strongest defensive power. She showed the appearance of the Ancestor Witch, punching one punch after another, and the space shook. Together with the Rain Ancestor, Xuanming, the two suppressed Fuxi and beat him.

The rest of the ancestor witches fought against the ten great demon gods and other demons of the Golden Immortal. Of course, the ancestor witches were the most powerful. The demons of the Golden Immortal were slaughtered by the ancestor witches. In the blink of an eye, more than a million of them were killed.

In the battle between the two tribes, the blood of the witches and demons gathered into a river, which penetrated under the earth, merged into the prehistoric land, and then merged into the blood sea of ​​the netherworld. This made the Taoist of the Styx very happy.

The demons were defeated step by step, but strangely, Nuwa did not appear on the battlefield, but chose to watch. Looking at the demon masters being slaughtered in front of her, although Nuwa felt bad and wanted to save them, she thought of her brother Fuxi's words before, so she held back.

The two tribes were evenly matched. In addition to the fight between the quasi-saints, the fights between other realms were also extremely tragic. The major demon saints transformed into huge bodies, unfolded their innate magical powers, and carried strong murderous aura and revenge. For a while, there were constant sounds of fighting in the prehistoric world, and the light of magic was overwhelming. The void was shaking, and the space was shattered.

It was difficult to determine the winner of this fierce battle for a while, which made the quasi-saints in the prehistoric world feel their eyelids twitching. But they all chose to watch. It was not good for them to win or lose in the battle between the two tribes. It would be best if both tribes were completely destroyed at the same time.

In the Jiemo Palace of Mount Taihua, endless killing aura, endless evil aura, fierce aura, demonic aura, bad luck and other evil auras rushed in like a tornado, injected into the depths of the Jiemo Palace, and were absorbed and refined by the Wanjie Demon Lord. The Jiemo Palace was tens of thousands of miles in radius, and it was all shrouded in a layer of gray aura, which prevented people from entering. Once you get close, you will be affected by this brutal aura of calamity, your eyes will turn red, and you will only kill.

"Hahaha, good! As expected, killing, great calamity, and fighting are my paradise. Come on, endless calamity, return to my arms. My strength can only be improved faster in this great calamity. Haha!" Wanjie Demon Lord laughed wildly, his face full of madness, watching the two tribes fighting in the distance, excitement flashed in his eyes.

Although Wanjie Demon Lord is the evil corpse of Yuanshi, his personality is not like Yuanshi at all. Wanjie Demon Lord is more like the evil side of Yuanshi, doing things rampantly, killing constantly, and not afraid. He dares to do many things that Yuanshi only dares to think about in his heart.

The battle is still going on. The witch clan has a strong sense of battle and fights fiercely. If they fight against the quasi-saints such as Dijun and Taiyi, they are obviously not opponents alone, but they are very brave against other demon clans.

The scope of the battle is constantly expanding, and the number of dead and injured members of the witch and demon clans is also increasing with the passage of time. No one knows when this war will end.

The interweaving of blood and tears depicts the desolation of a lifetime.

The accumulation of corpses and bones tells the fate of the two tribes.