Li Anran couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

The little golden wu was a little nervous when she was seen and asked in a low voice: "Is what I said wrong?"

This golden light will not cause any substantial harm to them, but it can amplify their emotions, whether it is anger, greed, hatred or arrogance.

He wants to make the damn witch tribes in front of him pay the price!

All the golden crows said one by one, and they were so embarrassed that the little golden crow was red and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

The strength of the twelve ancestor witches is equivalent to that of quasi-saints, and the great witches are divided into strength and weakness. The strong ones correspond to the Daluo Golden Immortal, while the weak ones are only Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Li Anran was stunned and looked up and saw that the sun that had just set on the mountain was gradually rising to the west.

"Prince, little demon..." Before the monster could finish his words, a bloody light flew out of the valley with a whoosh, dragging a long flame, like a meteor hitting the monster's head.

When he heard that the monster in front of him was seriously injured and dying, the golden wu no longer maintained the majesty of the son of the Heavenly Emperor. One word of the word made the whole soup valley quarreled like a vegetable market.

The big golden crow waved her wings, and a golden light flew into the monster's body, and soon came to the conclusion: "His internal organs have been destroyed, and his soul has been severely damaged. It is estimated that it will be lost in no time."

"What the third brother said is reasonable! Why bother to throw it out directly!"

It was not until this time that the Big Golden Crow came to her senses.

In his original stereotype, the water ancestor Gonggong should be an introverted man with a gloomy face, but in the end he is so addicted to food and talk too much, and he always likes to come to Zhurong to provoke.

At the same time, on Mount Buzhou and in the Witch Temple, Li Anran and the monkey were drinking with the ancestral witches.

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"I think it's better to roast him and eat it! I've seen those witch tribes do this before, and it seems to be delicious!"

"Three-legged Golden Crow?! Are you the little boys of the two flat-headed beasts in the Heavenly Court?"

He originally wondered whether the sudden appearance of the ancestor witch would attract the suspicion of the other ancestor witches or the jealousy and suppression of the great witches.

【Hmm? What's the situation?】

Because it is not a sun that rises, but a total of ten!

With the power of the Sun True Fire, it was only a matter of instantaneousness to burn the great witch of the Kuafu clan, but the Three-legged Golden Crow did not want him to die so happily. He could control the power of the Sun True Fire and burn him to ashes little by little.

The ancestor witches were only surprised and excited by his arrival, and had never doubted anything else, and the great witches were even more ecstatic.

With nine against one, and with three-legged golden crows against ordinary witch clans, there is no suspense in this battle!

"Ah!!!!" The great witch of the Kuafu clan was burned by the sun's true fire, and screamed constantly.

The other ancestor witches, Zhu Jiuyin, Shebizi, Tianwu, and Xizi were much quieter, either sitting in the corner with expressionless faces, or smiling at the corner of their mouths to look at the excitement in front of them.

The giant was startled at first, but soon turned into excitement. Zhang Gong shot at the golden crows and laughed: "Hahaha, that's great! In a few days, it will be the birthday of our clan leader. I happened to catch you and give it to my clan leader as a birthday gift for roasting it for me!"

Most of the people who can be famous in later generations survived the Lich catastrophe, but their ability to survive does not mean that they are the strongest, they can only say that they are the best luck!

"Come on, brother Shi Hao, brother Qi Tian, ​​Prince Dong, drink and drink!" The great witch Bo Su walked over with a bowl of wine, extremely enthusiastic.

As the two were talking, the sun gradually set and the sky gradually dimmed. A great witch cut down a few pieces of wood and was about to light a bonfire when the sky suddenly brightened again.

"Then let's eat dirt and drink wind!"

"Old Eight, we are the son of the Emperor of Heaven, the most noble person with the status of the entire prehistoric world! How can we be like the barbarians of the witch clan!"

"Brother Ten, you are so stupid! Your father is just fooling those idiots! Are you taking it seriously?"

"Brother is right! If he speaks well, we will be rewarded! If he speaks poorly, he will be burned to death!" The other golden crows nodded in agreement.

"Ah?! I finally came to this ghost place, but I looked like this! It's so boring!"

The big golden crow no longer hesitated and rose into the air, with flames shrouded around her, and her wings waving, and a ray of sun-real fire fell on the monster.

"No! Grass can't be eaten! Grass can also produce spiritual intelligence and cultivate into monsters, and they are also a member of my demon clan!"

Yu Jinwu looked at each other, and laughed loudly, making her feel breathless.

"Yes! Those witch barbarians are dirty and smelly, and they are extremely hateful! If I have the chance, I will let them know how powerful the sun is! Burn them to ashes!"

This is also an important reason why Kuafu and Houyi can stand out and become the best competitors in Houtu.

The magnificent magnitude division of the witch clan is basically the same as the demon clan. At the top are the twelve ancestor witches, below are a group of great witches, and downward are ordinary witch clans.

"You group of flat-haired beasts! You wait! The head of Kuafu will avenge me! The ancestor witch will avenge me! They will avenge me!"

Tang Gu suddenly felt quiet.

"No! Wind can also become a spirit, and it is also a member of our demon clan!"

"Witch Clan?" The big golden crow's face darkened, flew forward, and shouted sternly: "Are you beaten like this by the Witch Clan? They have killed many monsters?"

The emperor was furious and buried in his corpse for thousands of miles!

"Brother, what should we do? Should we save him?"

His father and uncle only agreed with the witch clan three hundred years ago that "the demons control the sky and the witches control the earth" and that they will not invade each other and do not move wars. Is the witch clan ready to violate the agreement?

At this time, the surrounding problems had increased by more than fifty degrees!

【Ten days in the sky?!】

[Isn't this the fuse of the Lich's decisive battle?]

【Why did it appear at this time?】

Li Anran was shocked.
Chapter completed!