Since the ancestor of the Styx River has completed the foundation, his cultivation can be described as a thousand miles a day, although the two races of demon and witch, there is no big friction now.

But every day there are damages, although most of the fallen are demon races, but the essence blood and blood in them can complete the sea of blood.

For the cultivation of the Styx Ancestor, it can be said that it is twice as effective with half the effort, and it is also one of the Red Dust Visitors who heard Hongjun's sermon, and his cultivation has also reached the middle stage of quasi-sainthood.

It's just that if you want to break through to the late stage of the quasi-saint, I'm afraid it's not a day's work, and the years it takes are probably endless.

Even if these innate powers, if you want to break through the realm, it can be described as a thousand difficulties, if there is no opportunity, it may be difficult to break through in your life.

If the opportunity comes, even if it is directly achieved the supreme supreme, it is not impossible.

In the blink of an eye, millions of years have passed.

The two races of demon and witch can be described as having more and more friction.

The Wu clan needs blood food, and for the entire flood famine, it can satisfy the Wu clan, only the demon clan.

As for the other ten thousand races, although there are many people, they are far less than the demon race, plus there are strong people of all races to protect them, only although the demon race has strong people, most of them are in the Heavenly Court.

It is impossible to come directly, so the demon race has become the most important blood food of the witch race, and the flesh and blood are full of spiritual energy, which is of supreme benefit to the witch race to polish the flesh.

Therefore, in these years, I don't know how many demon races have disappeared and become the food of the Wu clan.

It is also full of contempt by countless powers, and the witch race kills so much, even if it has the merit of opening the heavens and the merit of the avenue.

One day, merit will be consumed, and without merit, there will be luck to protect it, and even if the Wu race is strong, it is impossible to directly suppress ten thousand races by relying on the power of this race alone.

Unless the Wu Clan can dominate the world, directly reign in the world, and condense the entire Flood Desolate Luck, there may be a Mixed Yuan Daluo Golden Immortal powerhouse, breaking through with a physical body, which can be claimed to be invincible and invincible to the saints.

Heavenly Court, Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi sat high on it, exuding heavenly power on his body, condensing this supreme imperial power, covering the entire space, mixed with supreme power, almost unmatched.

Even if it was just sitting upright, the ten thousand demons above Lingxiao Baoxiao were in awe and awe, and they respectfully saluted.

Only one person stood proudly on it, exuding a terrifying aura on his body, and the remaining two demon emperors fought each other, and they did not fall behind.

It is the famous demon master Kunpeng, who also has an unrivaled prestige among the demon clan, but it only falls on the two demon emperors.

Kunpeng showed a respectful look on his face, arched his hands, and said with indignation:

"Pray to the two demon emperors, the witch clan deceives people too much, and there are countless children of my demon clan."

"I also ask the two demon emperors to make a clear judgment and send troops to fight the Wu Clan as soon as possible, so that the blood of the Wu Clan will be sprinkled all over the earth, so as to tell the world that I am the soul of the Demon Clan."

The voice was indignant and his expression was shocked, which could be said to mobilize the emotions of the ten thousand demons present.

Those who can come to this Lingxiao Treasure Hall, the lowest cultivation is also Da Luo Golden Immortal, there are countless strong people under him, it can be said that they are the leaders in the demon race, and they can be described as monstrous.

Thousands of Da Luo Golden Immortals, respectfully kneeling on one knee, exuding earth-shattering battle intent, and their expressions were extremely indignant:

"Please ask the Demon Emperor to give an order, gather three armies, suppress the Wu Clan, and Yang Tianting's prestige."

Di Jun's expression remained unchanged, a coldness flashed in his eyes, and he hated Kunpeng in his heart, and now if he dealt with the Wu Clan, it could be said that the odds of victory were not great.

Moreover, Kunpeng is not kind, and if he wants to face the twelve ancestral witches, it is still far from enough, unless he summons the Town Clan Great Array and the Zhou Tian Star Dou Array.

It is possible to suppress the entire Wu clan, but the shortcomings are also very clear, the Wu clan inherits the Pangu Great God, and the inheritance of divine weapons and treasures in his hands is definitely no less than that of the demon clan.

It will even be countless times more than the demon race, after all, Pangu God is the lord of the heavens and the earth, and the real divine power is unmatched, but the existence of the world is invincible.

Donghuangtai's eyes also flashed a cold light, his expression did not change in the slightest, and now he can't have killing intent on Kunpeng, and he can't even make a move, otherwise many demon kings under his hand, although they may not necessarily rebel.

But the impact on the demon race can be described as real, if it is rumored that the two demon emperors are afraid of the witch race, it is truly earth-shattering.

Not only will the momentum of the demon race be broken, but it will have a huge impact on the future conquest of the world, and it will not fall behind any influence.

Di Jun's eyes were indifferent, and his expression carried a chill, mixed with a trace of holy power:

"Pass on the order of the widow, after ten thousand years, gather an army, a million billion demon soldiers, conquer the witch clan, and take revenge."

Every sound is like thunder, deafening, deafening.

So that many demon races present couldn't help but show excitement on their faces:

"Your Majesty is mighty!"

"Your Majesty is mighty!"

"Your Majesty is mighty!"

One sound was brighter than the other, and the roar shattered the heavenly dome and spread throughout the entire Heavenly Court, making countless demon race powerhouses look full of killing intent in their eyes.

Over the years, the Wu clan has continuously slaughtered the demon clan, which can be described as a deep blood feud, and there is no lack of descendants, even apprentices.

They have become food in their mouths, which can be said to make these strong people angry, but without the order of the demon emperor, no one dares to make an easy move.

Now there is an order, which can be described as winning the heart of the demon, uniting as one, able to turn things around and suppress the heavens.

Kunpeng saw that his goal had not been achieved, although he was slightly disappointed in his heart, he did not care much, if the two demon emperors, they did not even have this determination.

In the future, there will be no chance to dominate the demon race, and it is impossible to be the opponent of the witch clan, after all, each of the twelve ancestral witches is an extremely terrifying quasi-saint powerhouse, and the flesh is extremely terrifying.

Even Kunpeng does not have much certainty in his heart, and he can resist the two ancestral witches, after all, the strength of the flesh is shocking.

.........

Pangu Hall.

Since the twelve ancestral witches established the Wu clan, they have received terrifying qi luck countermeasures, which can be described as crazy breakthroughs in the realm, constantly beginning to absorb the turbid qi between heaven and earth.

For the continuous slaughter of the demon race of the witch clan, the twelve ancestral witches have never cared, but it is just food in the mouth, so why care.

Even if there are a few quasi-saint powerhouses, the twelve ancestors don't care at all, after all, no matter how powerful the physical strength is, everything will turn into nothingness and will be crushed to pieces.

Houtu opened his eyes, took Pangu bone marrow, and has regained the Yuan God, can push the heavenly machine, and his control over himself can be said to have reached the pinnacle.

Under the earth, it can be said to be invincible, even if it is a congenital treasure, it is easy to help.

Now he feels the breath of Su Mo, and he is incomparably tall and majestic, without the slightest concealment.

Su Mo's figure appeared in the Pangu Hall, the aura around his body converged, looking at the divine power emitted by the twelve ancestral witches, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:

In a short period of time, he actually broke through to the middle stage of the quasi-saint, which is worthy of the bloodline of Pangu Great God.

Dijiang, Jumang, Zhurong, Beihui, Gonggong, Xuanxi, Houtu, Qiangliang, Candle Jiuyin, Tianwu, Yizi, and Yubi Corpse all opened their eyes and looked at Su Mo.

Di Jiang's eyes were indifferent, containing a trace of divine power:

"I don't know what happened when you came?" (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Su Mo's expression remained unchanged, and his eyes were indifferent:

"Taking back the treasure is also a reminder to Er and others, after ten thousand years of the demon army, it will descend to the earth and suppress Er and so on."

Dijiang, Jumang, Zhurong, Beihui, Gonggong, Xuanxi, Houtu, Qiangliang, Candle Jiuyin, Tianwu, Yizi, and Yubi Corpse couldn't help laughing, and their faces were full of disdain:

"When did these flat-haired beasts of the demon race dare to be so rampant?"

"Even if it is the demon king, I don't know how much I eat, the demon race is the blood food in my mouth, and it is the food in my mouth at any time."

The twelve ancestral witches all absorbed turbid qi, each of them was extremely tyrannical, only Houtu absorbed the least turbid qi, so the state of mind was quite complete.

Su Mo couldn't help but sneer, his expression was full of disdain:

"Although you are also powerful, you are not invincible."

"Your Wu Clan has the Twelve Heavenly Evil Array, and the Wu Clan has the Zhou Tian Star Dou Array."

"Although it is not as good as the Twelve Heavenly Flame Array, it is not much inferior."

"Moreover, not only the demon clan will make a move, I am afraid that the strong people in the sky will make a secret move, and even Hongjun will personally make a move."

"Maintain the balance of heaven and earth, the two races are undefeated and invincible."

Zhu Rong's eyes flashed a cold staring at Su Mo, and his tone was full of unkindness:

"Where did you learn that my Wu Clan has the Twelve Heavenly Evil Arrays, which was recruited from the truth?"

A cold light flashed in Su Mo's eyes, since he was born, no one has dared to speak to Su Mo like this, and anyone who speaks like this has already died on the spot and his soul is scattered.

Houtu saw the unkindness in Su Mo's eyes, and just wanted to speak, but it was too late.

Su Mo's fingers flicked, shooting out from his fingertips like dust, turning into the size of a football and the size of a basketball court, like stars.

Heading towards Zhurong's suppression, with unprecedented holy power, containing terrifying majesty, suppressing the heavens and crushing the ten thousand worlds.

Zhurong felt unprecedented oppression, even if the other ancestors also felt the boundless terrifying pressure, even if it was just relying on the flesh, as if under this terrifying star, it would fall on the spot.

Zhu Rong roared, stepped on two fire dragons, two fire snakes under his earlobes, the flames flashed in his eyes, the breath was monstrous, forcibly broke free from the oppression of the breath, and opened his mouth to spit out Nanming from the fire.

Nanming is far from the fire of the world, and has the power to burn the void and destroy all things.

In front of the mighty stars, it was directly suppressed on the spot, even if Nanming was separated from the fire and had the power to burn space, it was shattered in an instant, and it did not live up to its existence.

Dijiang, Jumang, Beihui, Gonggong, Xuanxi, Houtu, Qiangliang, Candle Jiuyin, Tianwu, Yizi, and Yubi all flashed anger in their eyes.

After all, Zhurong is an ancestral witch, not anyone can provoke the existence, even if there is a mistake, it must be in accordance with the rules of the Wu clan, not handed over to outsiders for disposal, otherwise the majesty of the Wu clan will not exist.

Zhu Rong retreated hundreds of zhang, and because of his strong physical body, he was only slightly injured, and dense cracks appeared on his body, and he did not suffer heavy damage.

Su Mo sneered, his expression full of indifference:

"I don't know how to be evil, I don't know whether I'm dead or alive, and I don't fear the strong."

The terrifying holy power descended, sweeping the entire Pangu Hall, although it was not a complete holy power, but the power that burst out took the initiative to burst out.

Condensing unprecedented power, the twelve ancestors crushed away, and the power contained in it, even if it was a quasi-saint powerhouse, would tremble at this time, full of fear.

Dijiang, Jumang, Zhurong, Beihui, Gonggong, Xuanxi, Houtu, Qiangliang, Candle Jiuyin, Tianwu, Yizi, and Yubi's corpse bodies were all trembling slightly, and the bloodline power in their bodies began to erupt violently.

The Pangu bloodline is the most powerful bloodline between heaven and earth, and it is also the most noble and domineering bloodline, which can be described as powerful and boundless, with boundless crushing power, which can suppress the heavens.

Constantly confronting the Saint Wei, if the strong person enters the realm, it will be crushed into smashes in an instant, even if it is a quasi-Saint powerhouse, it may not be able to resist.

Houtu said with a pleading look on his face:

"Your Excellency, this matter is the fault of my Wu clan, and my Wu clan is willing to apologize."

"Compensation for millions of years of accumulation, and please take back the magical power."

Ju Mang, Zhurong, Bei Hui, Gonggong, Xuanxi, Qiangliang, Tianwu, Yizi, and Yubi Corpse couldn't help but look angrily, and their tones carried a hint of oppression:

"Little sister, why do I need to ask for perfection for it, I wait for the twelve heavenly formations to summon the true body of the Father God, even if it is a saint, it can be destroyed with one punch."

Houtu looked at the brothers with a pleading look on his face, and his tone was extremely respectful:

"Brothers, please agree, little sister Bai (Li Wang Zhao) Xie!"

Dijiang, Jumang, Zhurong, Beihui, Gonggong, Xuanxi, Qiangliang, Candle Jiuyin, Tianwu, Yizi, and Yubi Corpse face the current Houtu, but they do not have the slightest means.

You must know that today's Houtu has a Yuan God, which can calculate the heavenly machine, and naturally understands that after ten thousand years, the demon race will attack with a full army.

And not only the demon race, but also ten thousand races, great powers, gods and demons, not to mention the more terrifying Hongjun, so many strong people have to calculate the witch race together.

Even if the Wu Clan has the means to reach the sky, in the face of so many powerful people's calculations, there is still not much certainty.

"Then it's with Xiaomei!"

Houtu's eyes were delighted, and he respectfully walked towards Su Mo for a year, and said with a respectful expression:

"Please also honor and receive the magical power."

Su Mo nodded, now that the Wu clan, you can't lose an ancestral witch, you need to have strong combat power, facing all races, countless powers, strong people, gods and demons.........

After all, the Wu clan is an authentic Pangu sect, and it has twelve ancestral witches, although it is mighty in the world, it has also become a thorn in the eyes of countless strong people.

No one likes a sharp sword hanging above their heads, and this sharp sword may fall at any time, cut off the head, and scatter the soul.

Su Mo accepted the holy power, his eyes were indifferent, and his expression was flat:

"Practice the treasure gourd, return it to me."

Spirit treasure gourds appeared in the hands of Houtu, and there were countless divine weapons in them, although for the twelve ancestors, they could not refine spirit treasures.

However, he can use the power of his bloodline to refine his surroundings, and he can condense supreme power and create countless divine weapons for countless Wu Clan children.

After all, in tens of millions of years, the divine weapons created can be described as innumerable, although most of them are acquired things, but there are also many innate things.

There is no lack of top-grade innate lingbao, and the ultimate high-quality innate lingbao.