The battle between Mo Luo Wutian, Emperor Ziwei and Meng Jiang each had no reservations and used all their skills.

A battle of this level, with Jiang Chen's current strength, is already difficult to meddle in.

Even if you want to take advantage of the gap to carry out a sneak attack, you still have to prevent Mo Luo Wutian's old trick from repeating it, and attack Jiang Chen without hiding from the sky.

In contrast, the Asura clan was slaughtered by the demons and almost wiped out.

And this massacre, for the demons, is a hunt for the last heavenly demon sacrifice to welcome the rebirth of the demon ancestor Rahu.

Its importance is more important than the life of Moro.

In just an instant, Jiang Chen clearly prioritized and immediately withdrew from the battle circle with the Demon King Bo Xun and Su Yunxi.

At the same time, Mo Luo Wutian, who was entangled by the two Da Luo and fell into a fierce battle, also noticed it, and couldn't help but look nervous.

"We must not let Jiang Chen, an evil animal, ruin our clan's plans again!"

Thinking of this, Mo Luo Wutian's momentum was shocked, and the rolling demonic flames condensed above his palm.

"Wait for the deity, get out of here!"

With a loud shout, both fists came out.

The fists were intertwined with demonic flames, like two menacing demon dragons, evolving from the hands of Mo Luo, and with the momentum of destruction, killing Emperor Ziwei and Meng Jiang.

Boom, boom!

With two loud bangs, the two demon dragons detonated, and as far as the eye could see, everything was covered by the demon waves.

Seeing this scene, Mo Luo did not stop, and turned into a black light and was about to flee from the battle circle.

But in the next moment, a cloudy light swept through, and the sand and dust were like a wall of wind, blocking Moro's path.

It seems to be just a thin layer of dust, but it is like a gap between heaven and earth, giving people a sense of unbreakability.

"You evil demon, didn't you keep saying that you want to clean me up together, why do you retreat without a fight now and become a turtle with a shrunken head?"

"With your courage, you still want to dominate the world and become a big thing, hehe, it's better to honestly cower in a dark corner and linger."

Meng Jiang's lazy but imposing voice came, making Mo Luo Wutian couldn't help but stagnate.

He turned around suddenly, but saw that Emperor Ziwei and Meng Jiang had dispersed a large area of demonic mist, and they were violent, and they slowly stepped forward.

At that moment, Moro panicked.

He looked at the approaching figures of the two quasi-saints, as well as the vigorous momentum released by Meng Jiang, and subconsciously took two steps back.

"You, who the hell are you?"

Mo Luo Wutian said vigilantly.

Although he was vigilant, he did not give up resistance, on the contrary, the momentum that became more and more cold was released from the body of Moluo Wutian.

Meng Jiang is not a light enemy, and he knows the extraordinaryness of Mo Luo, and when he saw this scene, his expression became more and more solemn.

The next moment, Meng Jiang's arms were slightly opened, and a turbid aura surrounded his body, gradually sweeping into a storm. A momentum from the desolate ancients loomed under this storm.

"This breath ......"

The true body had not yet been revealed, just by feeling this extraordinary aura, Moluo Wutian's heart was jealous.

As time passed, a stronger and stronger momentum emerged from under the storm.

Until—

Bang!

In an instant, the flying sand and rocks, under the yellow sand all over the sky, a behemoth with a body of ten thousand feet appeared in front of Mo Luo Wutian and Ziwei Emperor.

This behemoth has a snake tail on its head, seven hands behind its back, two hands on its chest, and a snake in both hands.

The wind and sand are rolling all over the body, exuding a simple and deep atmosphere all the time.

"Ancestral Witch, Houtu!"

At that moment, Mo Luo Wutian and Emperor Ziwei exclaimed in unison.

This Ancestral Witch Houtu True Body is different from the Seven Great Ancestral Witches summoned by Jiang Chen with the Twelve Heavenly Gods Great Array before.

The seven great ancestral witches were just transformed by the Dutian Hades King Banner with the help of the formation, and they were urged by Jiang Chen, a half-step quasi-saint, at the same time. Although the power is not weak, it is only the strength of an ordinary half-step quasi-saint level.

If it is used to deal with Mo Luo Wutian, it will be a little weak.

But this ancestral witch is different, this is a real Pangu essence and blood, a living ancestral witch.

"No wonder in her, the deity felt the ancient desolate breath, it turned out to be the ancestral witch Houtu!"

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches are transformed by the essence and blood of Pangu, and naturally carry the breath of Pangu."

"But, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, at the end of the famine, didn't they all fall? But why did this ancestral witch descend land ......?"

"Ancestral Witch Houtu is the only survivor among the twelve ancestral witches, but he has also incarnated the six realms of reincarnation. Now that the six realms of reincarnation are still there, why did the ancestral witch Houtu appear here? ”

At this moment, Mo Luo Wutian's heart was broken.

Although Emperor Ziwei knew that Meng Jiang was related to the ancestral witch soil, he simply thought that Meng Jiang was the good corpse of the ancestral witch queenland. But no matter how strong the good corpse is, how can it turn into the body?

"I heard that the six realms of reincarnation swept through the storm of reincarnation, isolating all the strong, and only reincarnated souls could enter it. However, there is a real appearance of Houtuzu Wu, and there is a great tendency to recover. ”

"And now, the true body of Houtu has appeared here, and it has been transformed by Meng Jiang, is it ......?"

Thinking of this, Emperor Ziwei's eyes narrowed, and he guessed what was going on.

Of course, it doesn't matter whether he knows about this now, the important thing is that Meng Jiang is his ally, and joining forces to fight against Mo Luo Wutian is the most important thing.

"Since Meng Jiang dared to expose her hole cards in front of the emperor and show her true body as an ancestral witch, then she was not afraid of this secret being spread. In other words, for Jiang Chen's sake, she did not hesitate to expose herself...... The biggest secret. ”

Emperor Ziwei's eyes froze, and he said secretly in his heart.

At the same time, Mo Luo Wutian stared at Meng Jiang who had cast the true body of the ancestral witch, and he already knew it in his heart.

As the saying goes, dragons have reverse scales, and if they touch it, they will die.

I am afraid that she will touch Meng Jiang's reverse scales, so she will desperately expose her identity and use the strongest means to kill herself.

In this case, it is impossible to be good.

Moreover, what frightened him even more was that Jiang Chen, Su Yunxi, and the Demon King Bo Xun had already joined the battle to stop the massacre of the demons.

I saw the demon king Bo Xun use the true body of Shura, and his strength was exerted to the extreme, holding a giant blade like a tiger into the flock of sheep, and joined the battle circle. With one move and one style, hundreds of demons turned into ashes.

Su Yunxi's arms were slightly spread, holding the twelve-grade fire red lotus in one hand and the twelve-grade pure world white lotus in the other. The red lotus karmic fire and the pure world lotus fire are intertwined, bloody and hideous, and sacred.

The double divine fire was accompanied by bursts of Xuanguang, like two fire dragons, controlled in Su Yunxi's palm, rushing back and forth, like entering a no-man's land.

Although these two people are strong, no matter how many demon soldiers and demon generals they slaughter, it is also harmless for the demon clan.

However, the moment Jiang Chen entered the battle circle, Mo Luo Wutian's eyes were shattered, and he was about to cry.

I saw Jiang Chen stepping on the fifteen-grade merit golden lotus, and with a flick of his wrist, the Heavenly Dao Divine Killing Spear turned into the size of a hundred zhang. Under Jiang Chen's control, the black, long, and hard Heavenly Dao Divine Killing Spear stabbed into the rolling demon waves with a snort.

Immediately, a burst of rivers and seas, and in an instant, the demonic fog swept in, and the rolling magic waves were like overturning the river and the sea, and under the guidance of the tip of the gun, they frantically poured into the grooves of the gun's blade.

"If you want to gather the demon mist and carry out the Heavenly Demon Sacrifice, you have to ask me if I agree first!"

"Plundering the vitality and accumulating the demon mist of the rebirth of the Demon Ancestor Rahu, in this case, this dragon god will come with you to eat black once!"

Between the words, the wind surged, and in the groove, a spar was faintly formed.