Primordial Era: Something's Wrong with This Generation of Witch Clan

Chapter 27 The War Between the Lich Kings and the Demon Kings: Pangu's True Form Appears

The Wu tribe, the Zhurong tribe. ♜🍪 ♗😈

"Reporting to the Ancestral Witch, the recent casualties among our hunting party members have been somewhat unusual," a member of the Witch Clan said to Zhu Rong, who was devouring meat.

"What's wrong with it?" Zhu Rong asked.

"In the past ten years, our Wu tribe's hunting teams have suffered very high casualties. We followed the instructions of the ancestral witch Panhuang and only operated within a range of hundreds of millions of miles around Buzhou Mountain. However, starting ten years ago, the death rate of our hunting teams began to increase inexplicably, and they were all wiped out, with no one surviving."

"Have you been to any particularly dangerous places in these past ten years?" Zhu Rong asked, sitting up straight.

"No, we only operate within the tribe's territory of tens of thousands of miles." The shaman shook his head.

"I understand, you may leave now." Zhu Rong nodded.

After the witch descended, Zhu Rong frowned. It was obvious that someone was targeting the witch clan!

The first thing Zhu Rong thought of was those two scruffy birds, Di Jun and Tai Yi.

"I can't figure it out. It seems I still have to go find my ninth and thirteenth brothers!" Zhu Rong slapped his forehead; his brain couldn't possibly come up with such a question.

After arriving at Panhuang's tribe, Lengyue told Zhurong that Panhuang had gone to the Pangu Palace. When Zhurong arrived at the Pangu Palace, he was surprised to find that the other ancestral witches were there as well.

"Everyone's here. I have something to say," Zhu Rong said to everyone when she saw that they were all there.

"Is it about the hunting team?" Shebishi asked.

"What? You guys too..."

"Yes, the death rate of our tribe's hunting teams is also inexplicably increasing." Dijiang nodded.

"Looks like someone doesn't want us to have an easy time!" Zhu Jiuyin said in a sinister tone, his eyes narrowed. In fact, Zhu Jiuyin always spoke like this, but now, the sinister feeling was even stronger.

"Thirteenth Brother, what do you think?" After Zhu Jiuyin finished speaking, he looked at Pan Huang.

"Two points!" Pan Huang extended his right hand.

"Which two points?"

"First, the demon race. Because the hatred between us and the demon race has a long history, we shouldn't expect them to keep their oaths. After all, merit and fortune can offset the backlash from oaths."

"Secondly, there are powerful cultivators from the primordial world plotting against us," Pan Huang said, pressing down his second finger.

He didn't know why, but when the topic of powerful cultivators plotting against them came up, the image of Tongtian immediately appeared in his mind. The Wu Clan had offended many, but there were only a few families capable of plotting against them.

The demon race was naturally the first suspect, followed by the Three Pure Ones, then the two from the West, and then Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, the Styx Ancestor, and other well-known figures.

However, the Western Witch Clan doesn't recognize them, Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun have no connection, and Styx is a member of the Witch Clan, so only the Demon Clan and the Three Pure Ones remain.

"So what do we do now?" Tianwu shrugged. They were good at fighting, but when it came to scheming and plotting, the Wu tribe was really in trouble. It would be better to just kill them than to make them scheme and plot.

"Leave this matter to me and my thirteenth brother." Seeing the worried looks on everyone's faces, Zhu Jiuyin smiled.

"Alright, then let's leave it to Ninth Brother and Thirteenth Brother." Dijiang nodded, since they were only responsible for fighting anyway.

"Thirteenth Brother! Who do you think it is?" Zhu Jiuyin asked Pan Huang.

"I tend to believe that the demon race and a third-party force should join forces."

"Why isn't it the demon race, or is it just a third-party force?" Zhu Jiuyin asked, frowning.

"The demon race isn't that stupid!"

"That's true!"

"The story goes like this: a third-party force was hunting down my Wu tribe's sons in Nanchong. The demons discovered it, but they didn't stop them. Instead, they used a counter-strategy to frame the third party. Anyway, it was my Wu tribe's sons who died!" Pan Huang said, rubbing his chin.

"Then how do we expose the forces operating in the shadows?" Zhu Jiuyin asked.

"Leave it to me!"

"Alright!" Zhu Jiuyin nodded.

After returning to the Qiwu tribe, Panhuang summoned Ruyi and asked her to use the Heavenly Calculation to find out who was plotting against the Wu tribe.

Just as Ruyi was making her calculations, the Three Pure Ones, far away in Kunlun Mountain, suddenly sensed something. The Ancestor immediately summoned the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda to envelop the three of them.

"Brother, what's going on?" Yuanshi Tianzun asked with some confusion.

Tongtian, who was standing to the side, also looked rather unpleasant.

"It seems the demon race is making calculations," Laozi said calmly.

He could never have imagined it was the Witch Clan, since the Witch Clan didn't even have a primordial spirit, so how could they possibly predict the secrets of heaven?

"Third brother, it's time to stop." After a long time, Laozi put away the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda and then said to Tongtian.

"Yes, elder brother!" Tongtian nodded. Neither Laozi nor Yuanshi saw a hint of resentment flash in Tongtian's eyes as he lowered his head.

As the true descendant of Pangu, he had never suffered any injustice since birth, but Panhuang made him lose face, so Tongtian would never let it go.

In fact, the Three Pure Ones correspond to three states. Reaching the Heavens represents this young man's impulsiveness. So, asking him to give up? That's simply impossible, unless a major mistake has truly occurred.

"So it's you!" Pan Huang of the Qiwu tribe looked at the golden merit in the Heavenly Secrets Plate and sneered. There weren't many people in the prehistoric world who had so much merit, and it just so happened that Pan Huang knew it.

However, he wasn't going to say it out loud. Since the demon race wanted to play, he would play along with them.

"Ninth Brother, I'm sorry, I didn't calculate that the opponent was very strong." Pan Huang found Zhu Jiuyin.

His silence was actually part of his calculations: to create a karmic connection between the Three Pure Ones and the Witch Clan.

After the great war between the Lich King and the Witch Clan, when countless lives have been lost, they will also have to bear a certain amount of karma for the Witch Clan. How could they possibly scheme against them? Once they've reached out, it won't be so easy to take it back.

……

"Brother, since we can't figure out who it is, let's just assume it's a demon. After all, the conflict between us and the demons is irreconcilable." The thirteen Ancestral Witches gathered again, and Pan Huang expressed his thoughts.

"I agree with Thirteenth Brother's point of view. If they want to fight, then let them fight." Shebishi was the first to stand up and support Panhuang.

"Brother, our Wu clan hasn't shown its face in the prehistoric world for a long time. Since things have come to this, let's let all the beings of the prehistoric world see the strength of our Wu clan." Jumang also looked at Dijiang.

"Alright! Let's fight!" Dijiang nodded.

Just as the Wu tribe was about to take action, another incident occurred.

On this day, just as Dijiang and his men had delivered the news of the troops' assembly to the tribe, Jiufeng and Xingtian arrived at the Qiwu tribe, dragging their heavily injured bodies.

"Please...please, Ancestral Witch, save the Nine Phoenix Great Witch." Xing Tian said to the tribespeople guarding the tribe, and then fainted at the entrance of the Qiwu tribe.

Upon learning this news, Pan Huang immediately arranged for Jiu Feng and Xing Tian to stay at the medical clinic in the Qi Wu tribe.

This is the gathering place for all healing-type artifact spirits; Pan Huang had taken this into consideration when he was refining his people.

"Lord Ancestral Witch, Xing Tian and Jiu Feng are alright. They'll recover after a period of rest," a medical spirit told Pan Huang.

"Okay!" Pan Huang nodded.

"Sister! Sister!" Pan Huang had just finished when he heard an anxious voice.

Qiang Liang then led his men into the treatment center. When he saw the unconscious Jiu Feng, an astonishing killing intent emanated from Qiang Liang, and streaks of lightning appeared on his body.

Seeing that Qiangliang was about to lose control, Dijiang immediately grabbed his shoulder.

"Thirteenth brother, how are they?" Dijiang asked Panhuang.

"It's nothing serious, they'll be fine after a few days of rest. But once we find out the cause of their injuries, they'll definitely have something to say about it." Pan Huang looked at Di Jiang.

The other Ancestral Witches didn't quite understand what Pan Huang meant, but Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin understood.

Three days later, Jiu Feng and Xing Tian woke up.

"What's going on?" Xing Tian was about to speak when he saw the group of Ancestral Witches, but Qiang Liang spoke first.

"Reporting to Ancestral Witch Qiangliang, it was the demon race. Qin Yuan and Ci Tie of the demon race besieged our hunting team. I and the Great Witch Jiufeng heard the cries for help nearby and rushed over to provide support, but the enemy was numerous and powerful. In the end..." Xing Tian stopped there, as it was a bit embarrassing.

"You and Jiufeng are now critically injured and on the verge of death, do you understand? For the next hundred years, you and Jiufeng are not allowed to step out of the Pangu Palace." Upon hearing Xingtian say this, Panhuang immediately confirmed his previous plan.

"Ah! Ancestral Witch Panhuang, Xingtian knows he was wrong. Please forgive Xingtian this time." Xingtian thought that Panhuang was punishing him for not protecting Jiufeng, so he quickly knelt down in front of Panhuang.

"Stand up!" Qiangliang quickly said when he saw Xingtian like this.

"Ancestral Witch Qiangliang, Xingtian knows his sins are grave. I beg you, Ancestral Witch, to give Xingtian a chance to atone for his sins."

"Get up, this is not to punish you," Zhu Jiuyin said as he stepped forward.

"Huh?" Xing Tian was stunned for a moment, and Jiu Feng, who was about to explain for Xing Tian, ​​also froze on the spot.

"Things here are rather complicated. You will stay in the Pangu Palace for the next hundred years." Zhu Jiuyin didn't say much to Xing Tian and the others, because if Xing Tian knew, he would definitely apply to enter the battlefield, and then the secret would be exposed.

"Yes!" Hearing Zhu Jiuyin say this, Xing Tian had no choice but to nod.

After Pan Huang and the other Ancestral Witches walked out of the Pangu Palace, their expressions immediately turned grim.

"Gather the troops and march against the Heavenly Court!" Di Jiang said coldly.

They did not conceal their movements, so those who were monitoring the Witch Clan quickly discovered their activities.

Kunlun Mountain.

Upon seeing the commotion of the Witch Clan, Tongtian revealed a cruel smile.

"A bunch of people who don't even have a primordial spirit dare to call themselves the true descendants of Pangu? Hmph! This is what happens when you offend Tongtian."

After Tongtian finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a water mirror appeared before him. The scene in the water mirror was the scene of the Wu tribe's troop review.

"What a turbulent time!" On the other side, Laozi and Yuanshi sighed as they watched the Wu tribe mobilize their troops.

If Pan Huang were here, he would definitely mock Laozi for being hypocritical. Looking at the entire prehistoric world, among all the big names, Laozi is the most hypocritical, and he always uses a superior attitude to lecture others.

Demon Court.

Di Jun and the others had been keeping a close eye on the affairs of the Wu Clan. Just as Pan Huang had guessed, when they discovered that someone was using the name of the Demon Clan to carry out assassinations with the Wu Clan, they chose to play along. After all, it was the Wu Clan who would die. At first, the Wu Clan might blame the Demon Clan for this, but as time went on, they would not be able to find out, but Zhu Jiuyin would definitely be able to find out.

Once Zhu Jiuyin discovers this, the Wu Clan will definitely search for the person who plotted this in secret, and then the Demon Clan can take advantage of the situation.

However, the Witch Clan did not play by the rules and directly mobilized troops, which clearly meant they wanted to start a war with the Demon Clan. This was something Di Jun had never expected, so he didn't even have time to prepare.

"Kill!" After entering the Demon Court, Qiang Liang, as the vanguard, rushed out first, and in an instant, the demon soldiers guarding the Demon Court were slaughtered by Qiang Liang and his tribe.

Upon receiving the news, the ten demon saints rushed over and were instantly enraged upon seeing the corpses scattered on the ground.

"Who are Qin Yuan and Ci Tie?" Qiang Liang asked with a murderous look on his face after seeing the Ten Demon Saints.

"You little brats of the Witch Clan, how dare you attack my Demon Clan! You're asking for trouble! I, the Demon Saint, am Ci Tie. Let me have a go at you and see if this Ancestral Witch of the Witch Clan is as powerful as the legends say." Ci Tie roared and charged forward.

"Panhuang, die for this demon saint!" Upon seeing Panhuang, Guiche subconsciously touched his neck. The humiliation of the past instantly surfaced in his mind, and a piercing pain surged into his heart.

The ghost car roared out instinctively and then charged towards Panhuang.

"My men, avenge our people!" Shebishi roared.

The next second, Shebishi opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of poisonous mist, which then spread throughout the area. The witches who were shrouded in the poisonous mist were unaffected, but the faces of the demons turned blackish-purple at a visible speed, and then they fell straight to the ground.

Seeing this, Bai Ze emitted a soft white light that enveloped all the demons in the area. Under this white light, the dark purple color on the faces of those demons who had not yet died returned to a rosy hue at a visible speed, and they finally became lively and energetic again.

"Hmph!" Chi You roared in anger when he saw that Bai Ze was able to revive these demon cubs of the demon race. He then charged at Bai Ze with the Tiger Soul Blade in his hand.

The Tiger Soul Blade was forged by Pan Huang for Chi You. Because its secrets were erased, and because the recognition of a weapon spirit and the recognition of a primordial magic weapon are two different concepts, in the eyes of others, the Tiger Soul Blade in Chi You's hand does not have Chi You's aura. In other words, it is a magic weapon without an owner.

"Hahaha, someone without a primordial spirit actually dares to dream of using a magic weapon! This demon saint wants this magic weapon!" Fei Dan laughed loudly and stood in front of Bai Ze.

Feidan was an enlightened being from the Feather Clan. He was originally similar to a rat, barefoot, and in human form, he was short and somewhat wretched.

clang--

The Tiger Soul Blade clashed with Fei Dan's claws, sending sparks flying. Fei Dan was knocked away by Chi You's attack, but he was not seriously injured.

"What a treasure! It should belong to me." Fei Dan looked greedily at the Tiger Soul Blade in Chi You's hand.

On the other side, Guiche and Panhuang clashed once again. Of the thirteen Ancestral Witches, apart from Shebishi and Panhuang, the others did not make a move because Dijun and Taiyi had not yet arrived. They had to help the Witch Clan's warriors and also had to be wary of Dijun, Taiyi, Kunpeng, Fuxi, and others.

"You weren't even my match last time. Do you think you're strong enough to face me now that hundreds of years have passed?" Pan Huang said with a laugh, shaking his hand after blocking Gui Che's angry punch.

Guiche remained silent upon hearing Panhuang's taunts, but increased the force of his attacks. However, Panhuang had already adapted to Guiche's attacks and began to handle them with ease.

Seeing Pan Huang like this, Gui Che's anger grew even stronger, and his reason was gradually replaced by rage. Seeing Gui Che like this, Pan Huang shook his head. A person who cannot control his emotions is not worthy of being his opponent.

Thinking of this, Pan Huang began to fight back, intending to turn these ten demon saints into nine demon saints today.

A person who cannot control his emotions is not worthy of being his opponent. Thinking of this, Pan Huang began to fight back. He was prepared to turn these ten demon saints into nine demon saints today.

Pan Huang seized the opportunity, dodged Gui Che's attack by sidestepping, then bent over with his fist at his waist, charged to Gui Che's side, and punched him in the stomach.

In an instant, a bloody hole appeared in the belly of the ghost carriage, and Pan Huang's hand pierced through the ghost carriage's back.

"What a pity! If this were an era where the Golden Core Dao was prevalent, this attack would have crippled you completely." Pan Huang withdrew his hand, wiped the blood off, and thought to himself.

"Ah! I'm going to kill you!" Guiche roared as he transformed into his true form, trying to overpower Panhuang with his physical advantage.

"Here we go again. No wonder you failed," Pan Huang said dismissively.

The next second, an attack struck Pan Huang, causing a cruel and bloodthirsty smile to appear on Gui Che's nine heads. However, the smile froze on his face before it could fully open, because the struck Pan Huang was slowly dissipating. It turned out that it was just an afterimage.

"Not good!" The ghost car's alarm bells rang loudly after seeing that it was just an afterimage.

Sure enough, the next second, Guiche felt a sharp pain in his lower back, and then his entire demon body was kicked away by Panhuang, crashing into the demon race and killing a large number of them.

Pan Huang followed closely behind, ready to finish off Gui Che with this attack.

Zheng—

A crisp sound reached Pan Huang's ears, and an extremely dangerous feeling immediately spread throughout his body. He abruptly stopped in mid-air and then forcibly twisted his body.

After he landed, he was forced to take several steps back because of his previous movements. When he stopped, he immediately felt a warm sensation on his neck. When he touched it, he found it was bright red blood.

Pan Huang looked up and saw several figures rapidly approaching in the distance. These figures were Di Jun and his group, while the one who had attacked Pan Huang earlier was Fu Xi, because the Fu Xi Qin in his hand was emitting waves of energy.

"Did you ambush me just now?" Pan Huang wiped the blood from his neck and squinted at Fuxi.

"Hmph!" Fuxi snorted coldly, without saying a word, but his meaning was already very clear.

"Very good!" Pan Huang grinned, and for some reason, Fuxi suddenly felt a sense of danger from his big white teeth.

"For Nuwa's sake, I'll spare you this time. Remember, this is the only time, there won't be a second." Pan Huang originally wanted to retaliate, but he suddenly thought of something, put away the killing intent in his eyes, and said calmly.

When Fuxi saw Panhuang like this, he thought he was afraid. He snorted disdainfully and then began to pluck the strings of his zither. Blades of sound flew into the Wu tribe and reaped the lives of one Wu tribe member after another.

"Thirteenth Brother may not hold it against you, but that doesn't mean we older brothers won't. You little demon brats, die!" Upon seeing the blood on Pan Huang's clothes, Shebi Shi roared and immediately turned and charged towards Fuxi.

Fuxi snorted coldly, plucked the strings of his zither, and countless sonic blades flew toward Shebishi. But Shebishi's poison was no ordinary poison; it was a poison of the laws, a poison that could even dissolve space itself. Why would he be afraid of these small sonic blades?

In an instant, Shebishi arrived in front of Fuxi, but just as he was about to attack, he was blocked by Kunpeng.

"You scruffy birds, I thought you were upright and honorable people, but I never expected you would resort to sneak attacks like those vermin in the Blood Sea, and even injure my great witch. This debt should be settled today." After Kunpeng stopped Shebishi, Dijiang spoke.

Di Jun instinctively wanted to refute, but couldn't find any reason to do so, because that's exactly what they were doing.

"Hmph! Do you think this is child's play?" Taiyi snorted coldly when he saw that Dijun didn't speak.

"If that's the case, then we can rest assured." A smile appeared on Jumang's lips.

Taiyi didn't quite understand what Jumang meant by that, but he would soon understand.

"Kill!" Zhu Jiuyin roared, and the time reversal began instantly. The Wu Clan warriors who had just died were instantly resurrected. This was the abnormal nature of the time law.

Dijiang and the others remained silent as they moved through the demon race, killing one after another. Soon, the demons here were almost completely wiped out. At this moment, Taiyi finally realized what Jumang's words meant.

thump—

A bell tolled, halting the actions of the twelve ancestral witches.

"Shameless! Utterly shameless!" Taiyi roared, and then he joined the battle.

As the Demon Emperor, it was not yet time for Di Jun to take the stage, so he suppressed the urge to rush out and stood at a distance to direct the operation.

However, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were too powerful. Even the Ten Great Demon Saints could not stop them, because the Twelve Ancestral Witches could also use battle techniques.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches are led by Dijiang and Zhujiuyin. Zhujiuyin is responsible for time reversal and time acceleration, while Dijiang is responsible for spatial cutting. The other Ancestral Witches are responsible for perimeter killing and rescue.

"Form the Demon Saint Formation!" Bai Ze roared at this moment.

Upon hearing Bai Ze's words, Gui Che instinctively wanted to turn back to Bai Ze, but Pan Huang wouldn't let him.

He didn't know what this so-called Demon Saint Formation was, but as long as it was a formation, it must be more powerful than fighting alone, so this formation couldn't be formed.

"Get out of my way!" Guiche transformed into human form and exchanged a punch with Panhuang. Then, he used the force of the backward flight to try to fly to Bai Ze's side.

But just as he flew out, a whip wrapped around Guiche's waist and pulled him back sharply.

bang——

Pan Huang punched Gui Che hard in the face, smashing his head open, but the next second, a new head grew out of Gui Che's neck.

"I said, there are only nine great demon saints today, not ten great demon saints!" Pan Huang looked at the ghost chariot in front of him and used a shameless group attack.

Si Teng and Zhong Ling were in charge of control, Leng Yue, Chong Li, and Ling Xi were in charge of direct confrontation, Liu Yun was in charge of sneak attacks, and Ru Yi was constantly calculating the next move of the Ghost Chariot. This is the heaven-defying nature of the Heavenly Secrets Plate.

With the addition of the clan chief of the weapon-wielding cult, Guiche had no chance to fight back. In just over ten rounds, Guiche was seriously injured, and only one of its heads remained.

"The final blow will send you on your way!" Pan Huang's face revealed a bloodthirsty smile when he saw Gui Che like this.

His Wu clan passion was ignited, which is why he acted this way. Gray law power emanated from Pan Huang's hands as he teleported to Gui Che's side and delivered a double-peak piercing to his ears.

dong dong dong-

Several bells rang in succession, and ripples spread towards Pan Huang, but Pan Huang did not dodge at all. His eyes were filled with madness and determination.

bang bang—

Two muffled thuds reached everyone's ears. The first was the sound of Pan Huang smashing Gui Che's head, and the second was the sound of Pan Huang being knocked away by Donghuang Zhong and landing on the ground.

"Pfft! Cough cough cough, as expected of the Chaos Bell, its power is really strong!" Pan Huang stood up shakily, having lost his fighting ability.

All the bones in his body were shattered by the Eastern Emperor Bell. It was already his limit to be able to stand up. If he hadn't been constantly refining himself as a magic weapon since his birth, he probably would have been done for in just a few hits!

When Donghuang saw that Panhuang was still standing after taking Donghuang Zhong's full-force attack, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, along with a hint of fear and killing intent.

"This child can withstand a full-force attack from a supreme innate treasure; he absolutely cannot be allowed to live!" This thought arose in Taiyi's mind.

The idea sprouted like wildfire in Taiyi's mind as soon as it appeared. In the end, he even left the battlefield and rushed towards Panhuang. He wanted to kill Panhuang and make this existence, which would threaten the demon race in the future, disappear from this world completely.

"How dare you!"

"You dare, you scraggly bird!"

"stop!"

Upon witnessing this scene, the Ancestral Witches, who were wreaking havoc on the demon race, widened their eyes and roared as they charged toward Panhuang.

Seeing this scene only strengthened Taiyi's resolve to kill Panhuang.

Seeing Taiyi like this, Dijun took out the Hetu Luoshu, which he had never used before, and used the Hunyuan Heluo Formation to trap the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Kunpeng even entered the formation directly to restrain the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Even Nuwa, who hadn't made a move until now, intervened to stop the other ancestral witches from rescuing Panhuang.

Humanity has not yet been born. Although Nuwa disapproves of some of the demon race's practices, she is still the biggest beneficiary of the demon race. If the witch race loses an ancestral witch, it will be a great blow to the witch race, which will make the development of the demon race smoother. Therefore, she has no reason not to take action.

"Cough cough cough! My life is pretty tough!" Pan Huang muttered to himself as he watched Taiyi rush over.

The next second, Pan Huang disappeared from the spot. As soon as Pan Huang disappeared, Tai Yi stood where Pan Huang had just stood.

Si Teng and the others were also seriously injured in Tai Yi's attack, even their very essence was damaged. So, the first thing Pan Huang did after standing up was to send them back to the Pangu Palace.

This is Pan Huang's confidence. He is the master of all the artifact spirits. He can ignore the distance of time and space and teleport to the side of any artifact spirit. Therefore, it is difficult for Taiyi to kill him.

After seeing Pan Huang disappear, Taiyi immediately looked around and quickly spotted Pan Huang to his left front. Without saying a word, Taiyi disappeared again.

When he reappeared, he was standing in the same spot where Pan Huang had just stood, and just like before, Pan Huang disappeared again.

However, this time was slightly different from the last, because a spirit and a member of the Wu clan died at Taiyi's hands. Panhuang's eyes flickered slightly, but he quickly suppressed it.

He can only hope that the Twelve Ancestral Witches can break the great formation and come to his rescue; otherwise, he will either have to escape back to the Pangu Palace or die here in battle.

"Protect the Ancestral Witch!" When Da Yi, Kua Fu, and the others saw Pan Huang being chased by Tai Yi, they all rushed over and surrounded Pan Huang.

"Hmph! Overestimating yourself!" Taiyi snorted coldly.

Pan Huang was also doing his best to recover from his injuries. Because his body had been refined as a magic weapon, Pan Huang recovered very quickly.

In just a short time, he had set all the bones in his body and restored them to their original state. Now, only the internal injuries remained, which was the most important and difficult part.

bang bang bang-

A series of sounds rang out as all the great shamans were sent flying by Taiyi's attack, landing severely injured.

"I'd like to see who else can save you! To survive the full force of Donghuang Zhong's attack, I admire your physical strength. If we weren't enemies, I would be willing to be your friend, but there are no 'ifs' now." Taiyi looked at Panhuang with a mocking expression.

Pan Huang remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was somewhat pleased. According to the usual tropes in novels, after achieving a partial victory, the villain would always boast about it, and usually at this point the protagonist would rise up in rebellion and miraculously survive.

This is the principle behind villains dying from talking too much, and Taiyi is currently in such a talkative state, so Panhuang can be sure that he won't die.

Just as he was thinking, a desolate and domineering aura, seemingly emanating from the depths of chaos, suddenly emanated from the Hunyuan Heluo Grand Array.

The next second, Kunpeng and Fuxi flew out of the formation, spitting out blood. Nuwa quickly helped Fuxi up.

"Demon Emperor, run! Run!" Fuxi didn't care about his injuries at all. He looked at Dijun in terror and roared.

As for Kunpeng, when he flew backward out of the Hunyuan Heluo Formation, he used that power to transform into his true form and escape directly.

When Di Jun saw Fuxi and Kunpeng in this state, he was momentarily stunned, but the next second, he knew what was going on.

boom--

Not long after Fuxi finished speaking, the Hunyuan Heluo Formation suddenly exploded, and Dijun was immediately hit by the backlash, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Run! Everyone, run!" After spitting out this mouthful of blood, Di Jun seemed to have seen the most terrifying scene of his life. He roared loudly with a ferocious expression, then grabbed Fu Xi and disappeared from the spot.

Nuwa also saw the figure that appeared in the formation at this moment, and without saying a word, he disappeared from the spot.

Taiyi also saw that figure after the Hunyuan Heluo Grand Formation disappeared.

It was a figure dressed in an unknown animal skin skirt, with bulging muscles all over his body, and a head of black hair that was loose. He exuded an ancient, desolate, and domineering aura.

Upon seeing this figure, Taiyi almost roared out his name: "Pangu!"

When Taiyi called out this name, the Chaos Bell in his hand began to tremble violently uncontrollably. Taiyi couldn't suppress it at all, but he couldn't let go.

puff--

Taiyi spat a mouthful of blood onto the Chaos Bell, which calmed the bell's agitation. It was this action that caught the attention of the Pangu phantom.

The phantom of Pangu turned its head and glanced at Taiyi, its eyes filled with indifference to life. This made Taiyi tense up, and then he spat out another mouthful of blood essence as if he were going crazy, and used the Blood Burning Escape to disappear from the spot.

The ten demon saints—no, now there are nine—disappeared the moment they heard Fuxi's roar. They were well aware of their own limitations and heeded advice.

However, the remaining demons were not so lucky. The phantom of Pangu only moved its body slightly, and its terrifying power turned all the demons present into blood mist.

After all the demons died, Pangu's true form disintegrated and reverted to the Twelve Ancestral Witches. However, they were all kneeling on one knee, panting heavily. Clearly, summoning Pangu's true form was taking its toll on them.

Kunlun Mountain.

When Pangu's true form appeared, the Three Pure Ones immediately sensed the agitation within their primordial spirits. They tried their best to suppress the agitation of their primordial spirit origins, thus preventing the primordial spirit origins from leaving their bodies. However, as a result, they all suffered some injuries to their primordial spirits.

Although the injuries were not serious, the injuries to the primordial spirit were the most difficult to heal.

"Was that... Father God?" Tongtian asked uncertainly.

"I never imagined that the Ancestral Witches would have such methods." Laozi looked at Mount Buzhou, which stretched straight to the sky, with an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes.

"The Witch Clan must die!" Yuanshi Tianzun said at this moment, his tone extremely cold, a fear and hatred from the bottom of his heart.

As long as the Wu Clan lives, the Three Pure Ones will never have a good life. The current strength of the Ancestral Wu is only at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. The Pangu phantom they summon can shake the primordial spirit of the Three Pure Ones. What if the strength of the Ancestral Wu reaches the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm? The Three Pure Ones dare not think about it, nor can they think about it.

"The Wu Clan cannot be allowed to live!" Laozi nodded at this moment.

Tongtian naturally agreed, after all, the feeling of his primordial spirit being torn apart was still vivid in his mind. If the Wu Clan were allowed to live, their future would certainly not be easy.

Xi Kunlun.

As the Queen Mother of the West felt the overwhelming pressure that filled the entire primordial world and the towering phantom of Pangu, she knelt down on the ground.

Is this the true strength of the Wu Clan? It's terrifying! As expected of the true descendants of Pangu, they can actually summon the phantom of Pangu. Their title as the number one clan in the prehistoric world is now firmly established.

A sea of ​​blood.

"Hahaha, the phantom of the Father God! It's actually the phantom of the Father God! Hahaha!" Styx looked at the phantom of Pangu with excitement.

Now that his bloodline is also Pangu's bloodline, he felt that oppressive aura just now, but what he felt more was a sense of familiarity. Is this the foundation of my Wu clan? It's truly terrifying! I wonder what role Panhuang Ancestral Witch plays in all of this.

Mosquito Taoist looked at the phantom of Pangu with a worried expression, because he knew the drawbacks of Pangu's true form.

"Fellow Daoist Styx, I need a batch of blood from the Blood Sea. My main body will need it very much," Mosquito Daoist said to Styx.

"No problem!" Styx nodded.

Although the blood in the Blood Sea is still filthy, it is not as filthy as it was at the beginning. After obtaining the bloodline of Pangu, Styx began to slowly refine the Blood Sea. Now the Blood Sea has been initially refined by him. During this period, the impurities in the Blood Sea were absorbed by Mosquito Daoist.

Wuzhuang Temple.

"Hiss! Is this the Great God Pangu? Even just a phantom image can have such power. I really don't know how strong the Great God Pangu was in his prime!" Zhen Yuanzi said with a look of horror.

"Yes! I didn't expect the Wu Clan to have such a profound foundation. They truly deserve to be called the true descendants of Pangu." Hongyun nodded.

Zhen Yuanzi turned to look at Hongyun, whose face was still filled with fear and emotion, and an idea came to his mind.

It's no longer a secret in the entire prehistoric world that Kunpeng wants to kill Hongyun, because Hongyun caused Kunpeng to lose his futon, which is why Kunpeng wants to kill Hongyun.

If they could establish a relationship with the Wu Clan, wouldn't the Wu Clan be able to protect Hongyun? The more Zhen Yuanzi thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. After all, even if the Dao Ancestor came, he would probably have to think twice about that Pangu phantom.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, let's go!" Zhen Yuanzi said to Hongyun after thinking about this.

"Where to?" Hongyun asked.

"Witch Clan, let's go and pay a visit to the ancestral witches of the Witch Clan," Zhen Yuanzi said with a smile.

"Alright, such a hero should indeed be visited," Hongyun said after thinking for a moment.

"I'll go pick some fruit first, then we'll set off," Zhen Yuanzi said as he went to the backyard.

In the West, Jieyin and Zhunti's mouths were agape, their faces still showing fear and shock.

"Senior brother, the East is really dangerous. They can even summon the Great God Pangu. I felt the pressure from the Great God Pangu just now, and I thought I was going to die," Zhunti said with lingering fear.

"Junior brother, let's not go to the East for now. Let's wait a while before we go," Jieyin said after hearing Zhunti's words.

"Okay!" Zhunti nodded quickly.

In this way, a phantom image of Pangu shook the entire prehistoric world, and they truly understood the strength and foundation of the Wu Clan.

At the same time, because of this strength and foundation, the Hundred Races of the Primordial World could not muster even the slightest fighting spirit.

When two sides are evenly matched, they are at their most vocal in their arguments. However, when one side is overwhelming the other, silence is the best option. This is precisely the state of the Hundred Races of the Primordial World at that time.

Zixiao Palace.

When the phantom of Pangu appeared, Hongjun, who had remained unmoved for several eons, stood up from his futon, a hint of fear appearing in his eyes.

"How is this possible? How is this possible? Pangu actually left a backup plan; he's not completely dead!" Hongjun muttered to himself.

But the next second, his eyes turned sinister.

"Let the great god Pangu, who created the primordial world and transformed into all things, remain in history. One legend is enough for the primordial world," Hongjun murmured to himself, looking at Mount Buzhou.

Because of the appearance of the phantom of Pangu, the entire prehistoric world was thrown into chaos, with some rejoicing and others grieving. Of course, the rejoicing were in the minority, while the grieving were the vast majority.

Although the Wu tribe won this battle, it was a Pyrrhic victory. After all, the Wu tribe suffered a higher casualty rate than the demon tribe, and the ancestral witches all sustained different injuries due to summoning the phantom of Pangu. After returning to Buzhou Mountain, Panhuang instructed his people to strike all the corpses of the Wu tribe and the spirits of the artifacts against the edge of the blood pool. Once he was in better condition, he would refine these corpses again and then fill the blood pool with them.

As for the spirit's corpse, it was handed over to the spirit hammer so that she could reforge her people.

"Brother, how are you feeling?" Pan Huang asked with concern, looking at Di Jiang and the others who were pale-faced.

"It's alright, I'll be fine after resting for a while." Dijiang waved his hand.

"We still need to familiarize ourselves more with Pangu's true form, otherwise we'll die before the next battle even begins," Zhu Jiuyin said weakly, his words now devoid of any sinister undertones.

On the demon side, Di Jun and the others were gathered in Tang Valley with uneasy expressions. The reason they were in Tang Valley instead of the Demon Court was because they were afraid that Pangu's true form would suddenly appear in the Demon Court and wipe them all out.

"Let's all share our thoughts," Di Jun said after a long silence, taking a deep breath.

But still no one was willing to speak up, because they simply didn't know how to say it. After all, that was Pangu, the creator of heaven and earth, the being who transformed into all things. How could they possibly have any ideas about him?

"I have a point to make." After a long silence, Bai Ze suddenly spoke up.

"Tell me about it!" Di Jun and the others looked at Bai Ze.

"I've been thinking about something. Why haven't we received any news of the Witch Clan attacking the Demon Court yet?" Bai Ze asked, looking at everyone.

"What do you mean?" Taiichi frowned.

"I understand!" Nuwa suddenly spoke up at this moment.

Everyone turned their gaze to Nuwa, eager to hear what she would say.

"We haven't received any news of the Demon Court being besieged, which means the Witch Clan didn't choose to attack. But we've already escaped. They have a huge advantage, and they still need Pangu. So why didn't they attack the Demon Court?" Nuwa asked everyone.

"I hate the way you're talking right now." Taiyi frowned even more. He wasn't a person who liked to think, and these few words completely baffled him.

"Sister! Are you talking about the drawbacks?" Fuxi's eyes lit up.

"That's right, that's the drawback. Although the Ancestral Witches can summon the phantom of Pangu, they must have limitations. Otherwise, it doesn't make sense why they don't attack the Demon Court with such a huge advantage. You know, even the Dao Ancestor would probably have to put in a lot of effort to deal with that phantom of Pangu." Nuwa nodded.

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