Chapter 36 The Twelve Capitals of Gods and Demons Formation! Pangu——

"We can't delay any longer!" Di Jiang looked at the two ancestor witches who were retreating step by step on the battlefield between Nuwa and Fuxi, and his mind moved. A message was directly transmitted to all the ancestor witches.

"Go!"

The ancestor witch of gold, Rushou, shouted in a low voice, and together with the ancestor witch of thunder, Qiangliang, directly left Nuwa and turned around to leave.

The ancestor witch's real body, which was hundreds of thousands of feet long, ran wildly on the prehistoric land, shaking the earth and mountains, and its speed was not slower than those flying sacred things.

"Don't run, die!"

Nuwa's eyes were still full of murderous intent at this time, and the two corpses of good and evil were like a body, chasing and killing them without hesitation.

The red hydrangea in her hand kept hitting the two ancestor witches, trying to stop the two ancestor witches' steps.

After all, the combined attack ability of the twelve ancestor witches is famous in the prehistoric world. If the twelve ancestor witches gather together.

Even if four of the six quasi-saints of their demon race have killed the two corpses, it is impossible to kill any of the ancestor witches when the twelve ancestor witches gather together.

But when it comes to attacking and fighting, the twelve ancestor witches who have not yet completely integrated the Great Dao into the ancestor witch's true body may be slightly inferior to these corpse-slaying quasi-saints.

But in terms of physique.

Rushou and Qiangliang even directly relied on the ancestor witch's true body to run wildly against Nuwa's red hydrangea, showing their strong bodies.

Nuwa kept throwing red hydrangeas, leaving scars on the two ancestor witches, but they were quickly restored by the self-healing ability of their ancestor witch bodies.

From a distance, Nuwa suddenly saw a brilliant sun appearing in the distant sky.

And the ancestor witch true bodies of Dijiang, Houtu and Xuanming, which were tens of thousands of feet tall, standing on the earth.

Not far away, Fuxi was chasing the two giants, the ancestor witch of wood, Jumang, and the ancestor witch of lightning, Xizi.

Kunpeng was chasing the ancestor witch of wind, Tianwu, and the ancestor witch of poison, Shebishi.

Xihe was chasing Gonggong, the ancestor of water, while Donghuang Taiyi was chasing Zhu Jiuyin, the ancestor of time, and Zhurong, the ancestor of fire.

Unconsciously, twelve ancestor witches hundreds of thousands of feet tall had gathered together, standing between heaven and earth, with twelve different great ways flowing around the twelve ancestor witches, extremely magical.

Dijun, Taiyi, Nuwa, Fuxi, Kunpeng, and the six quasi-saints of the Xihe demon clan all looked ugly, looking at the twelve ancestor witches with murderous intent.

"Kill!"

Dijun gritted his teeth, roared, and attacked with all his strength without hesitation. The law of the sun appeared above his head, and countless suns smashed towards the twelve ancestor witches one after another.

The chaos bell in Donghuang Taiyi's hand was knocked frantically. What was knocked in the chaos was not a sound, but a great way, a law. The endless power shattered the void and struck the ancestor witches below.

Fuxi, Nuwa, Kunpeng, and Xihe also used their own methods, activated their spiritual treasures, and used their magical powers to attack the twelve ancestor witches.

But around the twelve ancestor witches, space cracks, time rotation, evergreen sacred trees, and boundless seas... one after another of the strange phenomena corresponding to the twelve ancestor witches appeared, crisscrossing.

Constructing an extremely complex domain, it actually withstood the full-strength attack of the six quasi-saints.

"Haha, brothers, set up the twelve capitals of gods and demons!"

Di Jiang laughed loudly, took a step forward, and stood directly in front of the ancestor witches. The other ancestor witches also lined up behind them.

"Roar!!!"

The twelve ancestor witches roared in unison, and the blood of the ancestor witches' true bodies rolled, and the majestic black and red evil spirits rolled out, forming twelve evil spirits and wolf smoke covering the sky.

"Innate evil spirit!"

Di Jun's face suddenly changed, and his figure instantly turned into a rainbow light and retreated violently.

The five great men, Fuxi, Nuwa, Taiyi, Kunpeng, and Xihe, did the same, retreating one after another to avoid the black and red evil spirits gushing out from the bodies of the twelve ancestor witches.

Evil spirits, if only a little bit of it is touched, will mess up their minds, ruin their hearts, and destroy their cultivation. This kind of thing is absolutely a flood and beast that immortals and gods cannot avoid.

As for the innate evil spirit, even if it is touched by the Golden Immortal, it will take thousands of years of hard practice to get rid of it.

And such a thick and pure innate evil spirit, even a quasi-saint would never want to be easily touched.

At this time, in the diffuse innate evil spirit, the figures of the twelve ancestor witches have gradually become blurred, and only the corresponding laws of the great way are constantly surging.

The black and red evil spirit that covers the sky and the sun and permeates the primeval world slowly shrinks and plasticizes, condensing into an extremely majestic and blurred giant.

"Is it Father Pangu?"

"Impossible, how could it be Father Pangu?"

"Fake, absolutely fake!"

In the prehistoric world, all the powerful people who were paying attention to the battlefield here showed disbelief.

On Kunlun Mountain, the Three Pure Ones stood up in shock and said it was impossible.

As the Three Pure Ones transformed from Pangu's original spirit, the first moment they saw Pangu's figure in the distance.

The first reaction in their minds was whether Pangu had left some tricks in the Wu clan and was ready to revive.

Then wouldn't they, the Three Pure Ones of Pangu...

Opposite the tall and mighty giant formed by the black and red evil spirit, Di Jun's face was extremely pale and his eyes were unbelievable.

"Pangu--"

Di Jun whispered the name of the tall and mighty giant in front of him.

On the side, Taiyi and others also looked very ugly.

Even though the figure formed by the black and red evil spirit in the distance was very blurry, no one would recognize it wrong.

In the prehistoric world, every Daluo Jinxian had faced Pangu's divine power at the source of the prehistoric world when he became a Taoist, so it was impossible for him not to recognize this figure.

"No...it can't be Pangu." Taiyi gritted his teeth.

"This is just a trick of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. The Great God Pangu has boundless love and incarnates all the spirits of the ancient world. If he is really the Great God Pangu, how can he watch the witch clan massacre the ancient world."

As he spoke, Taiyi's mana surged all over his body, and he urged the avenue with all his strength to slam into the chaos in his hand.

"Boom!"

A domineering bell rang, and the whole world stopped at that moment, and unfathomable power erupted from the Chaos Bell in Taiyi's hand.

In the distance, the surging black-red evil energy suddenly stagnated.

But Taiyi didn't have time to rejoice. The next moment, a trace of vast will was summoned from the underworld and plunged directly into the black-red evil spirit that had not yet solidified.

"upbraid!"

A voice that seemed to contain the will to create the world roared out from the mouth of 'Pangu', and an extremely ancient and vast aura came from the body of 'Pangu'.

With its feet on the earth and the stars above its head, that majestic figure stood between heaven and earth. The majestic aura that seemed to originate from eternity shook the entire prehistoric world, like a god or a demon.

It also made the quasi-sages of the six demon tribes who were closest, Di Jun, Taiyi, Fuxi, Nuwa, Kunpeng and Xihe, look at the giant in front of them in despair.

The words "Beheading One Corpse to Be a Quasi-Saint" and "Beheading Two Corpses to Be a Quasi-Saint" are completely meaningless in front of this majestic giant.

"How is this possible..."

Donghuang Taiyi looked at the 'Pangu' in front of him with a pale face, and wanted to resist, but the hand holding the Chaos Bell could not move.

He couldn't believe it in his heart. He had also faced Pangu during the Da Luo period. That was the real Pangu God who created the world.

He had never been so scared at that time.

"upbraid!"

The huge Pangu figure roared angrily, two violent rainbow lights shot out from his eyes, and his fists that looked like ancient stars clenched tightly.

The space shattered in the palm of his hand, ripples appeared in the surrounding void, and then the huge fist directly hit the six quasi-sages of the demon clan in front of him.

This punch contains infinite power and the will to destroy everything.

Wherever the fist struck, everything tangible and intangible was destroyed, and the surrounding void was densely filled with cracks.

Di Jun, Taiyi, Fuxi, Nuwa, Kunpeng and Xihe could only look at the ancient star-like fists falling from the sky with pale faces.

He wanted to struggle and resist, but his whole body's magic power seemed to be stagnant. He couldn't even activate the spirit treasure to block it in front of him. He could only look hopelessly and helplessly at the fist that was getting closer and closer.