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

On that battlefield filled with catastrophic destructive power, the battle between the eleven ancestral witches and the two demon kings reached its peak.

The huge true bodies of the ancestral witches seemed to support the entire sky, and every wave seemed to tear the void apart. As for Donghuang and Dijun, the magic powers of the two demon kings are equally terrifying. The attacks they unleash are like falling meteorites, and each blow is accompanied by a dazzling light and a deafening roar.

When the ancient talents of the ancestral witches collided with the violent power of the Demon Emperor, indescribable destruction occurred: the space was easily torn apart like tissue paper in front of their power, and the star field disintegrated, as if the fabric of the universe was ruthlessly torn apart by wild beasts. The fragments of the void shattered like a nightmare, turning into spreading chaos.

This chaotic force tore countless cracks on the battlefield, and each crack spread was accompanied by riots of earth, fire, water, and wind, as if the universe was groaning in the pain of reshaping.

The sparks were like blazing flames that started a prairie fire, mercilessly burning through the entire void. Between the interlacing of light and shadow, the boundary of the universe seemed to no longer exist.

The collapse and reshaping of the void are constantly alternating, and the cracks in space are like endless abyss, swallowing up all the light and heat. The huge mountain peaks summoned by the ancestral witches were like grains of sand in this battle; the floods, magic fire, and bone mountains disintegrated under the impact of the divine power and became dust floating in the universe.

In this mythical battle, the power of the two demon kings tore apart the rules of the universe and returned the power of true fire to its original state of chaos.

They merged into an invisible tide of destruction, turning into raging earth fires, violent hurricanes, and surging floods, constantly rolling over the ancient continent, as if they were returning everything in the world to nothingness.

The monks and immortals were caught off guard, and their bodies were torn apart like fragile porcelain under the influence of divine power. Before their souls could escape, they turned into the tiniest dust.

The entire prehistoric continent was shattered into pieces, turning into immeasurable huge fragments, whirling in the void, controlled by two races - witches and demons, using their magic power to hit each other's flesh like a deadly meteor shower. The sound of explosions resounded through the sky, and the energy of chaos once again Flooded, the cycle of destruction and rebirth is repeated over and over again.

Donghuang Taiyi's Chaos Bell has always been a peaceful existence, but now it is constantly trembling during this battle, emitting a loud and urgent bell.

Every vibration will crush the power that impacts it and transform it into the energy of chaos. The black and white energy of Liangyi, which is no longer distinct, attacks the enemy like a furious wave.

The Hetu Luoshu above Di Jun's head originally only silently displayed the mysteries of the universe, but now it continues to release a fantasy-like brilliance. All kinds of strange demonic texts surround the light, turning into a black hole that can swallow everything, diluting the infinity. The Yuan Power shrouded the entire void under a cloud of chaos.

The true sun fire wrapped around the two demon kings jumped like living creatures, and its scorching heat caused the surrounding space to distort and deform, as if they could not withstand such heat.

Donghuang Taiyi is dressed in a golden dragon and yellow robe. With every movement he makes, the hem of the robe swells like waves, while Emperor Jun's bright golden robe makes a hunting sound in the battle, highlighting the extraordinary and otherworldly style of a generation of demon emperors.

The six-legged and four-winged Emperor Jiang's body was as red as blazing fire, his laughter echoed in the void, his wings were flying in the air like sharp blades, and his claws were chasing Taiyi closely.

Xuan Ming's body was covered with bone spurs, and he roared to the sky. The terrifying evil energy came out of his body and filled the entire battlefield like a dark storm. His sharp and ferocious bone spurs endlessly rushed towards the enemy.

As for the python-headed man with two black dragons on his feet, he seemed to hold the entire galaxy in his hands. His spurge, which was made of muddy water, not only carried monstrous power, but also seemed to have the power to split the heaven and earth. Every blow All made Taiyi feel unprecedented pressure...

The twelve ancestral witches showed their amazing magical powers. They surrounded Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun. Some shook the void with the power of fists and feet, and some could tear apart the stars with their mouths. Bite force.

Their power crushed the void and shot out in all directions in waves. Those Lich clansmen who were slightly closer to the battlefield were all spared and were all reduced to dust in this earth-shattering battle.

""Donghuang Taiyi, the supreme king of heaven, holds the Chaos Bell, the innate treasure left by Pangu, and faces the seven angry ancestral witches. Di Jun single-handedly relied on the red sun containing the three-legged golden crow to block the indiscriminate bombardment of the four ancestral witches.

Although the strength of the two Heavenly Lords is equal to that of any single Ancestral Witch, facing such a disparity in numerical advantage, they have to push their magic power to the extreme and try their best to compete.

During the battle, Emperor Jun's red sun gradually showed signs of fatigue, and its color was as dim as blood, as if it might break at any time.

As for Donghuang's Chaos Bell, the rays of light flowed under the attack of the ancestral witch, and a swirling cloud light appeared on its surface, like a huge top, spinning erratically in the void, and its powerful suction dissolved the ancestral witch's magic power one by one..

Suddenly, Emperor Jun roared wildly, urging all the blood and essence in his body to be injected into the red sun. The red sun suddenly surged, and the three-legged golden crow roared with all its strength. Its rich brilliance illuminated the void. Under the urging of this power, Hetu Luoshu It expanded rapidly to form a huge force field, surrounding the four ancestral witches and Emperor Jun. The red light was like fire, extremely blazing, and for a moment it completely covered the dark blood light of the ancestral witch.

Finally, with a shocking explosion, the immeasurable vitality broke through the giant cocoon composed of Hetuluoshu and poured out like a waterfall.

When the Feng Shui Earth Fire subsided, the four ancestral witches and Emperor Jun had disappeared, apparently perishing together.

Donghuang Taiyi, on the other hand, let out a heart-breaking roar in the Chaos Bell, and the bell flashed with yellow light, as bright as the stars. He condensed his own essence and blood into points and let the Chaos Clock absorb them all.

At this moment, the power of the Chaos Clock reached its peak, and the mouth of the bell seemed to turn into an infinite black hole. Star-like rays of light gathered inside it, colliding with the black clouds and blood light inside the Chaos Clock, erupting with a huge wave of power.

Starlight formed a gorgeous flowing scroll in the void, torn and entwined with the dark blood cloud, fighting fiercely.

Suddenly, a scorching red sun rose in the sea of ​​​​stars, the golden crow screamed, and the brilliance of the sea of ​​​​stars gushed out thousands of miles away. In an instant, the black clouds and bloody light were scattered, and the starlight was like countless sharp swords, cutting through the darkness.

Finally, the battle inside the Chaos Clock reached its peak. A bell sounded like the creation of heaven and earth, and the heaven and earth shook. Starlight, bloodlight, and black clouds reached a brief balance of power at this moment.

However, Donghuang Taiyi devoted all his soul and blood, and the brilliance of the Chaos Bell was like the light of creation, illuminating the confusing battlefield and shaking the sky with unparalleled power. Amid the roar of thunder, the black clouds and sea of ​​blood inside the Chaos Bell vanished into thin air. The power of the stars occupied the battlefield. The starry sky shattered and the void collapsed, revealing the truth of chaos.

Within the Chaos Clock, the silence of battle is reignited with destructive energy, and space itself seems to tremble in the face of this angry force.

The disappeared giant bell now appears as an exquisite small bell, suspended in an ethereal place, silently symbolizing the earth-shattering battle just now.

Gonggong Ancestral Witch, a strong man with a python head and body, stood not far from the clock. His original black shiny scales were broken, and dark red blood splashed like broken beads. Every drop seemed to contain endless anger and strength.

In his hand, the once mighty green python was broken into pieces, and the black dragon under his feet also turned into nothingness. He looked up to the sky and roared, the sound penetrating the sky, full of double notes of despair and anger.

Donghuang Taiyi, with ink scales and purple eyes, transformed into a human form in the red light, standing on the clock, his figure swaying, as if he would disappear in the wind in the next second.

The former divine power now only has a glimmer of hope left, but his eyes still shine with unyielding light.

On the battlefield, the cruel reality is clearly revealed. The seven ancestral witches had fought fiercely with Donghuang Taiyi to this point. The sound of the Chaos Bell and the power of the stars decided the outcome in an instant, leaving only devastation.

Although Gonggong Ancestral Witch was seriously injured, he still gathered the boundless energy of heaven and earth and turned it into a huge halberd, like an artifact from the beginning of the world. As he swung it, his fighting spirit soared into the sky, intending to kill him with one blow.

The demon clan is panicking, the witch clan is entangled, the scene is in chaos, and no one can come close to help. The fighting between the two clans has reached the point of blood feud, and they are on the verge of life and death.

Just when the chilling aura reached its peak, suddenly, two sword lights shot through the sky like dragons, one white and one green. They cut through the sky in the night sky and struck at Gonggong's ancestral witch. They were clearly the witch-slaying swords.

The sword-light edge, despite facing the legendary immortal body, still cut into two inches deep without mercy.

Kunpeng had been lurking outside the battlefield and witnessed this epic fight. When he saw Donghuang Taiyi in danger, he abandoned all worries and chose to take action. His attack, like a cunning cheetah, hit Gonggong accurately and swiftly.

Gonggong's painful screams penetrated the heaven and earth, and his halberd swept across, bringing up storms that subverted the void.