Time flies, the stars change, and the blink of an eye.

More than two hundred years have passed since Houtu achieved enlightenment and became a saint and the witch clan settled in the underworld.

For more than two hundred years, the Lich tribes have been in constant war and conflicts.

Fortunately, both sides were still restrained. Although there were conflicts from time to time, no large-scale war broke out.

"Um?"

On this day, Qingyang was as always in seclusion and practiced in the tribe, but suddenly Qingyang found that the temperature was rising sharply, as if he was in a furnace, and the rolling heat waves were coming.

"What happened?"

Qingyang frowned, broke through the gate, looked up at the sky.

The sky was filled with fire. After a closer look, I found that there were ten suns.

"Three-legged Golden Crow!"

The so-called ten suns are transformed by the three-legged golden crow.

"Has the Six Saints taken action?"

Qingyang would not believe that Di Jun would be so brainless and let his ten sons storm the prehistoric world. After all, doing so would not only be of no benefit, but would also damage the fortune of the demon court.

Then there is no doubt that someone must be calculating the demon clan. The first thing Qingyang thinks of is the Six Saints.

In fact, the cultivation level of the ten little golden crows is not high, and they are only in the Taiyi Jinxian realm. There are many cultivators who can suppress them in the prehistoric world, but everyone is afraid of the demon clan and dare not offend the powerful demon court.

In addition, not only did Qingyang see that there was something wrong, but others also saw it. This matter was obviously a bit unusual. I was afraid that there was a saint behind him who was plotting against the demon clan, so I naturally didn't dare to join in.

"No, it's the sun's true fire!"

Wherever the little golden crow passed, strands of sun fire fell from the sky.

The real fire of the sun rose in the wind, spreading into disasters in a blink of an eye, and the endless wilderness and forests were burned by fire. I don’t know how many creatures were burned to death for a while, and many of them were among them.

The sun's true fire is extremely domineering, and it is one of the most top divine fires in the world. Ordinary creatures almost die when they are touched.

Seeing that the fire was about to spread to the Houtu Tribe, Qingyang had no time to consider anything else, so he quickly took action to put out the real sun fire, otherwise most of the entire Houtu Tribe would be burned.

"So many tribe members died?"

A trace of anger flashed in Qingyang's eyes. Although he took action in time to put out the Sun True Fire, many tribesmen were still burned to death by the Sun True Fire.

"That's... Houyi is shooting and killing the golden crow?"

Qingyang suddenly heard the whine of the golden crows, and saw the sun falling in the sky, turning into three-legged golden crows in the air, with an arrow inserted into their chests.

"All beast, please pay for your life for your father and brothers!"

A great witch, who was millions of feet tall, was full of evil spirits and stood on the earth. At this moment, he held a divine bow in his hand, and arrows shot out one by one, and the whine of golden crows kept coming from the sky.

In just a moment, nine small golden crows were shot down by Houyi's magical arrow, completely destroyed both body and spirit.

"Why do you always have a bad premonition recently..."

Thirty-three days later, in the demon clan's heaven, Di Jun frowned, and always felt that something bad was about to happen.

"Not good, my son is in danger!"

At the moment when the little golden crow died, Di Jun felt something, and the secret of heaven that was originally hidden became clear at this moment. Di Jun knew the whole story after a little calculation.

"Bold, how dare you hurt my son!"

Di Jun hurriedly left the world, but he was still one step late. Nine of his ten sons had died.

Looking at the bodies of nine little golden crows straddling on the ground, Di Jun was stunned and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, directly sacrificing the Hetu Luoshu, and was about to kill Houyi!

"You deserve to die!"

Di Jun took action with anger and did not reserve anything.

"My life is over..."

Houyi's eyes showed despair. Although he was strong and comparable to the peak of Daluo Golden Immortal, he had an insurmountable gap compared to Di Jun. Faced with Di Jun's rage, he did not even have the power to resist.

"snort!"

Seeing Houyi being killed, at this critical moment, a black figure broke through the air and blocked Di Jun's attack.

"Qingyang Ancestral Witch..."

Seeing Qingyang coming in time, Houyi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"You retreat first!"

Qingyang waved his hand and asked Houyi to retreat first.

"A dignified Emperor of Heaven is incompetent and furious, bullying the small ones with the big ones. If you have the ability, go and seek revenge on the real murderer!"

Ten little golden crows emerged from nowhere, and this matter was full of weirdness. There must be someone behind it. Qingyang didn't believe that Di Junzhi would not be able to see it.

"I will go to seek revenge on the real murderer, but Houyi will have to pay his life today!"

Although Di Jun knew something was strange, it might be that the saint was plotting against the Lich clans and wanted to trigger a war between the Lich clans, Di Jun did not care so much at this time. The hatred of killing his son was irreconcilable. If Houyi was not killed, it would be impossible to eliminate his hatred!

"When I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

Qingyang had already been furious. Nine little golden crows died in the demon clan, and one of the great witches, Kuafu, and so many innocent people died tragically.

If your son's life is life, is the life of my witch clan's son not worth it?

"when!"

At this time, Donghuang Taiyi rushed over and saw the bodies of nine little golden crows. He immediately became angry and directly sacrificed the Chaos Bell, rushed towards Qingyang, and joined Di Jun to attack Qingyang.

"Brother, don't panic, I'll help you!"

Seeing the arrival of Donghuang Taiyi, Qingyang's face changed slightly. He was not afraid of anyone fighting alone, and he was not sure if he could fight one against two.

Di Jun and Taiyi have deep legs, both of them are innate gods of the prehistoric world, and they have treasures. In terms of combat power, both of them are top-notch at the same level. Qingyang wants to fight against two unless Qingyang Axe advances again.

Otherwise, even the defense of the Chaos Bell would not be broken. The Chaos Bell was said to be one of the attacks and defenses, and would be undefeated first when it was held on its head. In terms of defense, among all the spiritual treasures in the prehistoric world, it would definitely be among the top three.

Perhaps only the defense of the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda of Heaven and Earth can be comparable to the Chaos Bell.

"Boom!!!"

The battle between the three quasi-saint-level powerful men was a feud, and the sky collapsed and the earth broke, while Qingyang gradually fell into a disadvantage by fighting against two.

However, Qingyang was not in a hurry. This was the territory of the witch clan. I believe that other ancestor witches would be able to come soon after hearing the movement. Maybe they could still keep Di Jun and Taiyi.

"The power of this Chaos Bell is really terrifying!"

Although Qingyang Axe is also a supreme magic weapon, its grade is comparable to that of the innate treasure, it is more than a little worse than the Chaos Bell. If it weren't for the true body of the ancestor witch, Qingyang would have been defeated long ago.

"Damn it, I have to inform other ancestor witches..."

Seeing Qingyang gradually falling into a disadvantage and losing to Di Jun and Taiyi, Houyi, who was watching the battle from a distance, was anxious.
Chapter completed!