Chapter 415: The End of the Era
After a series of battles, the remaining ancestor witches are Tianwu, Yuezi, Dijiang and Xuanming.

No matter how the four of them fought, they became more and more crazy and could not break out of the encirclement.

Looking at the group of powerful people, they blocked the time and space dimensions of the heavens and did not give any chance to escape.

The four of them felt somewhat desperate, and their eyes became determined, preparing for a final fight.

"It's just a dying struggle!"

"My soul is in so much pain, let's not waste time, let's end it quickly!"

...............

Whether it is the Styx, Zhen Yuanzi, or other people with great supernatural powers.

At this moment, they all took a deep breath and rushed forward at the same time, ready to finish it quickly.

After millions of years passed, Yuezi finally couldn't hold on any longer and was blasted into particles by the red-skinned gourd of Hongyun, an old ancestor in the late stage of Hunyuan Jinxian.

The body was shattered, the soul was wiped out, and all life force was gone, vanishing into thin air.

And at the scene, there was only a broken ray of innate immortal spiritual light left.

Prove that the other party has been here!

After launching this attack, Patriarch Hongyun covered his chest with a look of pain.

"I can't bear it anymore!"

"We have already gained an advantageous position. Fellow Daoist, just go back and recuperate."

Zhen Yuanzi showed a worried look and continued to engage in the fight.

Hongyun nodded slightly, finished the search with his own spoils, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Everyone just took a look and didn't take it too seriously, and continued to fight.

After three hundred thousand years, Tian Wu's face turned as pale as paper, and his breath dropped to the lowest point.

Fuxi immediately seized the opportunity, and his hands plucked the strings of the top-grade innate spiritual treasure like an afterimage.

Clang! Clang! Clang!
The terrifying piano music, full of murderous intent, turned into sharp sonic blades that covered the sky and the earth.

The space was torn apart, the laws were cut, and time and space were shattered on the spot.

And in the endless sound blades, Tian Wu felt as if he was being skinned alive.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, limbs were torn to pieces, and the dull and lifeless soul was destroyed on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into countless particles and completely disappeared in the vast world.

"Cough cough cough..."

Fuxi couldn't catch his breath and kept coughing, which affected his internal organs.

A stream of crystal clear divine blood flowed out in thin lines from the corners of his mouth.

Even if time goes back, countless crystal clear particles will return to my body.

His breathing dropped to the lowest point, his face turned pale and trembled like a sieve. It was obvious at a glance that something was wrong.

"Daoist Fuxi, there is no need to persist. If you can't bear it, just go back."

Zhen Yuanzi's eyes flickered, and he showed goodwill to this sacred being who had Nuwa as his backer.

"No need!"

"I'm not that fragile yet!"

Fuxi wiped the divine blood from the corner of his mouth with his right hand and joined the battlefield with a determined look.

The two ancient witches were in danger and seemed like they would fall at any time under the siege of the crowd.

But if you look closely, you can see that Xuanming is treated better.

Only Zhen Yuanzi fought against him alone, while the rest of the powerful masters all went to besiege Di Jiang.

Obviously, in everyone's perception, they are unwilling to use their numbers to bully women.

If this were to be made known to others, it would not be good for his reputation and would allow Xuan Ming to struggle for a longer time.

Di Jiang's treatment was much worse, even though he possessed the power of a half-step Hunyuan Daluo.

His energy was also rapidly consumed under the siege of the crowd, and his aura was obviously not as good as at the beginning.

Although he still had the strength to struggle, he couldn't escape at all and could only be constantly exhausted.

Five million years passed in the blink of an eye, and Dijiang finally couldn't bear it anymore.

His face was as pale as paper, sweat was pouring down his face, and his breathing was as heavy as pulling a bellows.

I was out of breath, my hands and legs were weak and sore, and I was shaking constantly.

The mana cannot keep up with the consumption, and the origin is becoming increasingly thin with constant exploitation.

He has already fallen into the abyss, and it seems that just a slight push will be enough to ruin him.

"I never expected that after all the painstaking planning by the ancestor, it would still fail at the last moment."

Dijiang looked at everyone and found that there was no chance of escape, so he couldn't help but sigh deeply. His voice was full of regret, and then he took a deep breath, and the spiritual energy turned into a long dragon and poured into his body.

The few sources of origin were also ignited, causing the aura to return to its peak in an instant.

The aura is even stronger than when it was intact and repaired, which makes people feel creepy.

"careful!"

"He is going to explode."

"Don't retreat too far, lest the other party fake his death!"

Many powerful people at the scene shouted in surprise and informed everyone.

Obviously he was very experienced, as he was thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye. The distance was neither far nor near.

It can not only avoid the central explosion point, but also prevent Dijiang from faking his death and escaping.

Rumble!
The dazzling light swept across the vast world, causing an earth-shaking roar.

The sky collapsed, the earth shook, countless stars turned into dust, and time and space were blasted through on the spot.

It evolved into a scene of devastation, but it not only caused damage to the ancient world.

It did not pose any fatal risk to the powerful masters who had retreated long ago.

It just looks more miserable, and it will return to normal after a short rest.

Everyone absorbed the boundless spiritual energy from all directions of heaven and earth into their bodies like a whale.

He quickly recovered the consumed mana, while also staring at Xuan Ming intently.

Those cold and merciless gazes made Xuan Ming's heart skip a beat.

I instantly realized that my death was approaching, and a strong sense of crisis surged into my heart.

This caused a lot of warning signs in his mind and made Xuan Ming look conflicted.

The current situation seems hopeless, but there is actually a way out.

But Xuanming was unwilling to do it, which was to ask for help from the Emperor of Heaven.

Relying on their past relationship, as long as Xuan Ming spoke up, he might really be able to survive.

But I didn't choose to seek refuge in the first place. Do I have any shame if I ask for help now?

Xuanming couldn't lose face because of his innate sacred dignity, and he was ready to die together with his enemies.

Even if I die, I must splatter the enemy's blood before I die to preserve my own dignity.

While he was thinking, many people with great powers came closer and closer.

The surging magic power quickly sublimated, causing visible ripples in the air.

It looks gorgeous and beautiful, but in fact it exudes a terrifying cold murderous intent, ready to kill with one strike.

At this critical moment, a slightly anxious voice came from the sky:

"stop!"

The majestic figure wielding the light of Feng Shui appeared in front of everyone at the critical moment.

As the light faded, Kunpeng's face gradually revealed, and he immediately clasped his fists to everyone:
"Dear fellow Taoists!"

"The ancestor witch Xuanming once stole treasures from the Heavenly Palace, and now the Emperor of Heaven has sent me here to arrest him."

"I hope you fellow Taoists will give me some face and allow me to take this thief back."

After these words were spoken, Xuan Ming, who was originally preparing to self-destruct, could not help but reveal a look of surprise.

In a blink of an eye, he felt a little ashamed and didn't dare to look directly at Kunpeng. He felt mixed emotions.

The eyes of the powerful masters around them flickered and showed meaningful looks.

"When the Emperor of Heaven speaks, we will obey."

"That's right, let fellow Taoist take it back."

…………

The powerful masters present instantly realized that something was wrong based on the reactions of the two people.

But everyone was smart and no one said anything to expose the truth. Instead, they just walked down the stairs.

"Thank you!"

Kunpeng clasped his fists again, immediately stretched out his left hand, grabbed Xuanming who was lowering his head, and turned to leave.

At this point, the war finally ended, and the top combat forces of the Ancestral Witch all disappeared.

Many powerful masters at the scene simply looted the spoils and turned away.

But the disappearance of the ancestor witch made many great witches of the witch clan panic.

Through the blood sacrifice that has been passed down from generation to generation, they began to pray to the goddess Hou Tu in the dark!
(End of this chapter)