Chapter 1862: The Witch Tribe Attacks the Sky
Taking back the mystery of the ever-changing laws, Zhang Qian stood up and looked towards Mount Buzhou.

Just now, he received a message from Qiang Yi and Zhu Rong. After a hundred years of ancient times, the Wu Clan had finally prepared everything and was ready to launch an attack on the sky.

During this hundred years, the Wu Clan has been frantically drawing on Pangu's legacy from Mount Buzhou to create their own people. Now, the Wu Clan has more than 10 trillion members!
With such a terrifying number, the Witch Clan is no longer limited by the constraints of population. The battle between the Phoenix Ancestor of the Eastern Land and Emperor Jun and Kunpeng has long ended. As the number of the Witch Clan skyrocketed, they joined forces with Emperor Jun to attack the Eastern Land, causing the sects and clans in the Eastern Land to retreat step by step. Countless sects and clans were destroyed or fell into the devil's way and became demon sects and demon gates.

The remaining immortal monks can only rely on the power of Feng Zu, Ji Tian Emperor and Gai Xianfan, and are trapped near the disappeared Shouyang Mountain.

The ruined Shouyang Mountain became the only remaining pure land in the East, and the rest of the land was occupied by the witch clan and the demon clan.

However, the battle situation in the western land remained unchanged. Taoist Yuqing relied on the Zhuxian Sword Formation and stood there firmly like a nail. The immortals, the Zerg, and the demons in heaven fought endlessly on this vast battlefield, but no one could overwhelm the other.

The demon clan died and lived, lived and died again, over and over again, and it was impossible to completely wipe them out.

The same is true for the Zerg. King Pan sits in the sacred mountain of Xumi, constantly creating more Zerg, and then uses the evolutionary stones to transform each Zerg into a being comparable to a divine weapon, which continuously joins the battlefield.

Ever since the confrontation between the two true forms of Pangu, the Witch Clan has never come to provoke the northern wilderness again, as if they had been stimulated. Under the order of Hou Tu, they only sent a small number of great witches to cooperate with the demon clan in attacking all directions. The remaining great witches and ancestor witches, however, firmly guarded their own territories and focused on transforming their people.

After the Wu Clan's crazy extraction, the pressure of Pangu in Mount Buzhou has fallen to a very weak level. Zhang Qian thought to himself that he could completely withstand the current pressure of Pangu and climb to the top of Mount Buzhou. This shows how much of Pangu's legacy the Wu Clan has extracted.

The price of the emergence of the trillion witch tribe is that Mount Buzhou has become much more fragile.

"What is Hou Tu's plan?"

Zhang Qian asked through the connection of Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Gong.

"My Lord, Hou Tu is preparing to divide the troops into four groups to attack the four Heavenly Gates and sweep across the Thirty-three Heavenly Realms!"

Qiang Yi replied.

"How can Hongjun resist an army of one trillion Wu people? I am looking forward to it!"

He has always been very wary of Hongjun. After establishing the Heavenly Court, Hongjun obtained magnificent luck and merit. This luck and merit will definitely allow the other party's cultivation to go further. Not to mention achieving the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, it should be more than enough for him to achieve the Half-Saint.

At this moment, the door of Pangu Temple was wide open, and the twelve ancestor witches stood outside the temple, each revealing their true form. They were all ferocious and fierce, and each was a hundred thousand feet tall!
The hundred years of time experienced by the Twelve Ancestral Witches were not in vain. Their strength has increased tremendously. While drawing the blessings of Pangu from Mount Buzhou to create their own people, they themselves are also absorbing the blessings of Pangu to enhance their own strength.

In the past, the true bodies of the Twelve Ancestral Witches were at most ten thousand feet tall, but now they are a hundred thousand feet tall, standing there, with a sense of towering over the heavens.

Billions of great wizards led the vast wizard clan to surround the Pangu Temple. The scary thing about the wizard clan is that as long as they are born, they will have powerful strength, and no matter whether they are men or women, they all have great powers.

Rumble...!
The void shook, and the turbulent energy of the gods and demons in the sky rolled. The twelve ancestor witches, each tens of thousands of feet tall, gathered together in the air and transformed into a giant that stood upright. Pangu's true form reappeared!
Compared with a hundred years ago, Pangu’s true form at this moment no longer has any sense of illusion, it is as if Pangu has returned!
The mighty Pangu's pressure surged and swept across the entire prehistoric world at an incredible speed. The nine-day starry sky, the vast earth, the vast oceans, and the dark underworld were all shrouded in Pangu's pressure!

"My Wu clan is the descendant of Pangu's bloodline, and we should be the rulers of this world! Hongjun! You have usurped the throne of heaven and attempted to rule over all living beings. You are really overestimating your own abilities. Have you ever asked my Wu clan?"

The thunder-like roar of Pangu's true form resounded throughout the ancient world.

"Today we will raise an army to attack the heavens, following Pangu's will and upholding the great trend of the ancient world. We will annihilate the heavens and the false emperor, and all those belonging to the witch clan. Kill, kill, kill!"

In an instant, it was as if a murderous aura of substance rose up, and the mighty murderous aura even turned into a continuous sea of ​​clouds, enveloping the 10 trillion witch clans. Rumble!
The ten trillion witch army surrounding the Pangu Temple split into four torrents and rushed straight to the four heavenly gates.

The majestic Pangu's true form took big steps, leaving behind footprints that lingered in the void. It seemed slow, but in fact each step crossed endless time and space, and soon they arrived near the Immortal Demon Mountain in the southern land.

And the Nan Tian Xian Gate is just above the Immortal Demon Mountain!
"here we go!"

Zhang Qian narrowed his eyes, he could see that after the Twelve Ancestral Witches absorbed and refined the legacy of Pangu in Mount Buzhou, their strength had undergone a drastic change. After setting up the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation and condensing Pangu's true form, their power had reached its peak!
"Hongjun, facing such a powerful Pangu's true form, how will you deal with it?"

Zhang Qian was very curious, he stared at it intently. Not only him, but at this moment, countless battlefields in the entire prehistoric world had become eerily quiet, and everyone was looking at the true form of Pangu standing tall.

The Immortal Demon Mountain is the highest sacred mountain in the southern land, and even the second most sacred mountain in the prehistoric world. The height of Pangu's true form is actually halfway up the Immortal Demon Mountain.

Dong Dong Dong...!
Under the watchful eyes of the entire prehistoric world, Pangu took a step into the air in his true form and ascended to the sky in just two or three steps.

"open!"

A thunderous roar sounded, and the Axe of Creation chopped down, facing the South Heaven Immortal Gate.

"presumptuous!"

Hongjun finally stopped being silent. Along with his scolding, a huge hand that covered the sky stretched out from the Nan Tian Immortal Gate.

This huge hand is completely condensed by the power of laws. Infinite threads of laws are interwoven into the skeleton and flesh of the big hand, and it faintly exudes wisps of the breath of the supreme heavenly way.

Such means are the ultimate application of the law. The power of the law is as easy as using one's own arm in Hongjun's hands, like an instinct.

"You are only a little bit away! What a great Hongjun! How can he help you achieve enlightenment?"

Zhang Qian stood up suddenly. Through the huge hand that covered the sky, he could see clearly that Hongjun's current level of cultivation was only a step away from achieving the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

He is not even half a step away from becoming a saint. Who knows, he may become a saint at any time. All he lacks is merit!

Even though Hongjun's path to enlightenment through the Three Corpses was cut off, as long as he had enough merits, enlightenment was a foregone conclusion.

"No matter how many calculations and attacks I made, you still reached this state. If you become a saint, there will be no way for me to survive! The Great World of the Middle World will become a joke!"

Gritting his teeth, Zhang Qian suddenly disappeared into the broken jade, soared into the sky, and headed towards the Nantian Immortal Gate.

Boom...!
Before he could reach the Nan Tian Immortal Gate, the Axe of Creation collided with the giant hand that covered the sky manifested by Hongjun.

Endless void cracks spread out from the point where the two collided, and void ripples like huge waves rolled, making the void near the Nan Tian Xian Gate a mess.

(End of this chapter)