Under the light of the axe, Demon Emperor Jun and Fu Xi died together.

Emperor Jun's soul was shattered and he died without even a scrap left, but Fuxi's soul flew into the sky under the protection of a powerful force.

Its speed was countless times higher than that of Di Jun's Golden Crow Transformation into Rainbow Technique. Almost in an instant, it had already flown to the horizon.

Everyone present knew very well that that force was the power of the Saint Nuwa, used to protect Fuxi's soul.

Emperor Jun controlled the formation of the Twelve Heavenly Gods. Pangu's shadow held the Pangu ax in his hand, but he did not dare to strike at Fuxi's soul with the axe.

There are even some doubts and fears.

Doubts, of course, are doubts about one's own lack of composure.

The reason I am afraid is because of the anger of the saint Nuwa.

A saint may be aloof, but he cannot destroy his humanity. If he hurts his own brother, how could he not retaliate?

And this is obviously the effect of the saint's power just now.

Under normal circumstances, with the strength of the ancestral witch and Fuxi, even a saint would never be able to arouse their emotions and control their psychology with just a single force.

The timing of its appearance was really coincidental. It happened to be the time when the ancestral witches and Fuxi were confronting each other. Both sides were very excited and filled with endless anger in their hearts.

At this time, both sides are like dynamite barrels that can detonate with just a spark.

That saint's power is this spark.

It doesn't take much effort, just a little push from both sides' backs, and the emotions of both parties will explode, creating the situation at this moment.

However, Luo Zhi believes that Fuxi's outburst is half true and half false.

He may have been affected, but with his strength, this influence should be able to be suppressed, but he did not do so and allowed the saint's power to stimulate his emotions.

Because Fuxi's goal is to die.

At this moment, the decline of the Monster Clan is before our eyes, but the Wu Clan has suffered almost no losses.

Therefore, there must be a reason for the Wu clan to decline.

Fuxi used his own death as a reason for this.

"So the next step is the revenge of the six saints!"

Nuwa has enough reasons to take action, and the other five saints will not sit back and watch the Witch Clan grow. They will definitely take action secretly to help Nuwa clean up the Witch Clan.

Especially Zhunti, I left a message specifically for him, he will never fail to come!

In the battlefield, Di Jiang came to his senses and said in a low voice: "The matter has reached this point and cannot be undone. I was reckless in this matter."

Hou Tu hurriedly said: "It's not my fault, brother, it's Fu Xi who is too ignorant. Besides, his soul is still alive, so he doesn't count as dead."

Di Jiang said: "Whether we are right or wrong is no longer ours. It depends on whether the saint Nuwa will be angry... We must be prepared for the worst."

The faces of the ancestral witches darkened.

I probably recalled that countless years ago, during the Lich War, the Dao Ancestors suddenly appeared in the middle of the battlefield and casually dealt with both sides.

When Fuxi was killed, it was impossible for Nuwa to do nothing.

Now, they can only hope that there is a big gap between the strength of Saint Nuwa and Daozu.

The army of witches, led by many great witches, chased and killed the demon army, while the ancestral witches returned to the ancestral witch palace.

"From now on, none of us will leave until the wrath of the saint comes."

Di Jiang said these words with a serious face, then turned around and said to Luo Zhidao: "Fellow Taoist Hua Ling, the same is true."

Luo Zhi smiled and said, "Sorry, I can't obey this kind of order."

Di Jiang took two steps forward and said with a hint of threat: "This is also for the safety of fellow Taoists."

Luo Zhi's Pangu Ax can increase the strength of Pangu's shadow summoned by the Twelve Capital Gods' Formation, and the improvement is not even a little bit.

Pangu Shadow was originally about the same strength as the Zhoutian Star Formation, but after possessing Pangu Ax, it could be directly crushed.

Now that the threat of the Saint is so close, how could Di Jiang and others let Luo Zhi go?

Hearing this, Di Jiang's face turned cold.

The other ancestral witches also understood what their elder brother meant, and when even five of them stood up, it seemed that they would take action the next moment.

Although the remaining four are hesitant, if they really take action, they may still follow the eldest brother Di Jiang.

Luo Zhi had known for a long time that neither the Lich nor the Lich clan was a good thing, so he was not surprised at all. He stretched out his hand and the Pangu Ax was already in his hand.

"Want to fight?"

Just three words, but it revealed a hint of contempt, which made all the ancestor witches feel angry.

At this time, Hou Tu quickly stepped forward, stopped in front of Di Jiang, and said: "Brother, what are you doing? Fellow Taoist Hualing killed Donghuang Taiyi and helped our witch clan defeat the demon army. It can break the Zhou Tian

The star formation is also thanks to him!

To our witch clan, he is a great hero. Should we, the witch clan, treat our heroes like this?"

"Little sister," Di Jiang made it clear: "We destroyed Fuxi's body, and Nuwa will definitely come back with revenge. With him here, our Twelve Capital Gods and Evil Formation can be stronger to face the threat of the saint.

, and you will be more confident!"

"Brother, do you really think that if fellow Taoist Hualing stays to help our Wu Clan, he can stop Saint Nuwa?"

"this……"

Di Jiang wanted to say yes, but when the words came to his lips, even he didn't believe it.

The scene where Daozu took action in the past seems to be right before our eyes.

Such great power, let alone the Twelve Capital Gods' Formation holding Pangu's axe, even if this formation were ten times more powerful, it would not necessarily be a match for the Saint.

Hou Tu said: "Besides, you all know the strength of fellow Taoist Hua Ling. If we really fight him, the situation of the Wu clan will only be worse, not better."

The ancestral witches became quiet.

What Hou Tu said made sense, and they all admitted it.

Unless Luo Zhi takes the initiative, given their strength, it is impossible to keep Luo Zhi without paying a huge price.

Then again, if it costs a huge price to keep Luo Zhi, so what?

If Luo Zhi were to kill two or three ancestral witches, he might not even be able to gather together the twelve-capital gods and evil formations.

And it is almost impossible for Luo Zhi to stay on his own initiative - he is not stupid, so why should he stay and join the Witch Clan to fight against the Saint?

Di Jiang suddenly bowed deeply to Luo Zhi and said: "Fellow Taoist Hualing, I, Di Jiang, am confused and apologize to you. However, the situation of the Wu clan is critical now. I beg you..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Luo Zhi standing up, curling his lips slightly, bypassing the bowing Di Jiang and other ancestral witches, and walked out.

Di Jiang's words were interrupted by this action, and naturally he couldn't continue.

The ancestral witches could only watch Luo Zhi's figure slowly disappear.

Qiang Liang said angrily: "This kid is really ungrateful. We all begged him like this, but he is still indifferent... Huh, let's survive this disaster and see if I don't settle the score with him."

Di Jiang also looked gloomy and said: "If you don't talk about these useless things, how to deal with Saint Nuwa next is the key point."

Hou Tu said: "Brother, I have something to do, please leave for a while."
Chapter completed!