Prehistoric: The understanding is beyond the heavens, and the leader of Tongtian is stunned

In the endless night sky, the stars twinkle, creating a mysterious and deep universe.

The eerie laughter of the demon clan and the angry roar of the witch clan intertwined to form a chilling melody. The starlight was as thick as flowing syrup, shining with a cold light, and the evil spirit in the air seemed to indicate the coming storm.

The entire starry sky was immersed in a depressing and chilling atmosphere.

Twelve majestic ancestral witches revealed their true forms and clashed in the starry sky. Their roars shook the sky, and it seemed that even the most distant galaxies could hear the sound.

Countless planets were shattered under their power, turned into tiny dust, and were mercilessly swallowed up in the vast universe. Those demon gods hiding deep in the stars were either destroyed into fine dust together with the planet, or they relied on the power of the formation to quickly escape from the scene. In this chaotic void, new stars appeared like illusions.

Suddenly, a melodious and crisp bell rang, and accompanied by a sudden brilliance of stars all over the sky, the clock began to move faster, like a radiant Milky Way galloping endlessly in the sky. More and more Wu clansmen were drawn into this freely flowing galaxy, and were instantly submerged in the light.

The roars of the ancestral witches became more and more intense, and the entire universe seemed to be shaking under their power. Endless heaven and earth energy continued to flow in, colliding with the starlight and inspiring countless dazzling halos. The surging energy flew everywhere, shattering all the nearby stars.

The bells became more and more urgent, and the roars of the ancestral witches became hoarse. Both sides seemed to be trying their best. Donghuang Taiyi controls the Chaos Bell and controls the stars in the sky, with many demon gods assisting him.

He was involved in a fierce battle with the twelve ancestral witches. In the starry sky an unknown distance away from the shaman battlefield, two demon kings, Emperor Jun and Taiyi, stood in the sky. The cloud light above Donghuang Taiyi's head was clear and transparent, shining like stars, extremely charming. Above the cloud light, there was a simple golden chaos clock suspended. At this moment, the clock body kept shaking, and the sound of the bell spread around.

Two streams of chaotic air surged out of Emperor Jun's head. One condensed into a dragon horse, carrying Hetu on its back; the other turned into a divine turtle, carrying Luo Shu on its back. These are innate spiritual treasures, Hetu Luo Shu. The countless images on the river map change unpredictably, shining with light containing infinite mysteries; while the Luo Shu shows colorful monster characters, as dense as stars.

When the two chaotic air currents met, they formed the power of Hunyuan Heluo. Endless symbols and words filled the entire starry sky, wrapping countless members of the Wu clan in it. These graphics and words seem to contain countless worlds and illusions, which make people live and die with a thought. The ebb and flow of life is performed in an instant, making people deeply immersed in fantasy.

Everyone in the witch clan was confused by this illusion, and the essence and blood in their bodies boiled. After a while, the essence and blood of hundreds of thousands of witches went out of control, erupting in the starry sky, affecting the surrounding witches. The roar of the ancestral witches became more intense, and the twelve ancestral witches each stood firm. At this moment, a figure walked out from among the witches and stood beside the ancestral witch. He was reincarnated from Houtu and was the thirteenth ancestral witch created by the secret method of the twelve ancestral witches. The bodies of the twelve ancestral witches and the thirteenth ancestral witch were filled with rich black energy, and even the entire starry sky was shrouded in black clouds.

In the endless void abyss, the huge figure is like Mount Tai, the one-hundred-million-foot Pangu body, with muscles as hard as sculptures. Every time he swings the giant ax in his hand, which is as heavy as Mount Tai, it is accompanied by thunderous force, and the ax blade cuts Breaking the starry sky, stirring up stardust storms, distorting time and space itself.

Every time a slash fell, it seemed to cut the universe, causing cracks in the void, revealing the origin of chaos.

The starlight became dim in this fierce conflict, but in the distance, Donghuang's Chaos Clock emitted a yellow halo, like the thousands of miles of Yellow River pouring into the sky. The stars slowly rotated in it, flowing out the breath of the twenty-four solar terms, almost Touched upon the mystery of Tao.

The Donghuang's body was wrapped in the rays of light, which reflected the yellow light on the clock, making the power of the sun, moon and stars even more obvious.

Around Pangu's true body, the originally dense black clouds began to gradually dissipate, like smoke blown away by the strong wind, but the shamans behind them were constantly sacrificing their own essence and blood, building a long river of blood, rushing endlessly for Pangu. The real body delivers power.

After the river of blood reached the huge figure, it turned into billowing black clouds, doubling the evil spirit and murderous intent of Pangu's true body, almost swallowing up the entire world.

The ancient land was turned upside down during this war. Countless mountains and giant peaks were swept into the starry sky by the hurricane stirred up by the giant axe, and violently collided with the stars in the sky, causing the stars to shatter and turn into dust.

Those mountains and rivers that were torn apart by the huge force merged into chaos and became the source of endless earth, fire, wind and water.

At this time, in the peaceful Wa Palace, saints gathered together, seemingly discussing something important.

However, Nuwa's face was as gloomy as water. Even though the five saints stopped her from going to the battlefield, she was still unwilling to give up. She could not hide her worries about her people and the future. The children in the palace also felt the tense atmosphere and did not dare to say anything.

On the battlefield, as Pangu's true form struck down with an axe, the boundless starry sky seemed to be torn open, and the gap through which the starlight came out became wider and wider, until the entire starry formation in the sky suddenly shattered, as if the sky collapsed, and Donghuang He Dijun was seriously injured, blood spurted out, and Hetu Luoshu fell weakly.

The true body of Pangu, the twelve ancestral witches, could not hold up under the sacrifice of the thirteenth witch and collapsed instantly.

The remaining witches and monsters were once again entangled in fierce fighting, showing their respective mana and supernatural powers that they had practiced for millions of years. They fought fiercely with each other, changing the color of the heaven and earth, and devastated all living beings.

In that boundless void, endless weird witches and monsters started a horrifying battle. Their natal magic is like the bright stars in the night sky, surging and colliding in the sky one after another, carrying countless sky thunders, electric fires, roaring hurricanes, sharp ice swords, billowing black clouds and burning magic fire intertwined into a picture A grand picture of doomsday.

The collision between the energy of heaven and earth and the spiritual energy of the stars triggered an explosion of brilliance that illuminated the surrounding area as if it were daytime. However, the fading afterglow was like the gorgeous fireworks in the night sky, charming and deadly.

At the core of this melee, the figure of the great witch Xingtian was like an immovable mountain. Under his dark red body was his pitch-black ax and his ancient shield with green animal patterns.

His figure shuttled among the waves of monsters, and every step caused the earth to shake. The ax he wielded was like a sharp blade that traveled through time and space. Every time he swung it, it tore terrifying black cracks in the void, as if it was splitting the world itself.

His ax was unparalleledly heavy. Wherever it passed, the demons fell down like fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind. Their souls were swallowed up by the dark ax body without exception. The blood light danced faintly in the ax body, accompanied by The faint starlight seems to tell the story of every harvest of life.

Every time Xingtian was attacked, the huge energy of earth, fire, wind and water was resisted by the ancient shield in his hand. Only a handful of thunder and fire blades could penetrate the shield's defense and hit Xingtian, leaving only a slight mark. That’s all.

As for Xiang Liu of the Gonggong tribe, his nine huge heads were swaying on the battlefield, like nine evil snakes. Its snake body is like a mountain stretching across the sky, constantly spewing disgusting venom. The smell is pungent and is specially designed to taint magic weapons and corrode people's soul. It is extremely poisonous.

The Nine Phoenixes of the Xuanming Tribe swept across the sky with their huge wings. The nine bird heads screamed continuously, carrying the cold netherworld air, and condensed into a huge bone mountain in the void.

On the top of the bone mountain, a white bone giant transformed from white mist waved its arms, and countless sharp bone spurs shot towards the demons and gods like meteors, with cold murderous intent.

The momentum of the demon tribe is even more unparalleled. The endless thunder and earth fire are like the flames of purgatory. Countless magic weapons are spinning in the air, emitting dazzling brilliance and colorful colors. Huge fluctuations in spiritual power formed attacks of star energy, hitting the Wu clan's camp in an effort to overwhelm everything.

In this chaos and violence, Yingzhao Ji Meng fought with his back. The swaggering yue and Cangyang sword in his hands were like rainbows, taking away a life with every attack.

Around him, whenever he paused for a moment, a shaman would explode in mourning and turn into blood mist and fragments.

Taotie, Qiongqi, Tushan, Lushu, and Xiaoyi are like an unstoppable frenzy, causing brutal killings wherever they go. Their power shakes the void, as if even the heaven and earth will tremble.