Supreme Violent Young Master

Whether it was in terms of numbers or strength, it was impossible for them to contend against the great Qingyang Island army, especially with the existence of the Human Clan's Saint Master, Little Tian Zun! If they continued to fight like this, it would be like an egg hitting a rock.    

    

Just when Di Jiang was hesitating, the Fire God Zhu Rong and Water God Gonggong came up to him and said, "Boss, we can't hold on anymore, we're defeated in all four directions, and we're already surrounded by the two armies of Qingyang Island. Especially Little Tian Zun, who seems to have gone crazy, the long spear in his hand is unstoppable."    

    

Gong Gong also shouted in anger, "Boss, retreat quickly! If you don't, we'll never be able to leave! Let's not even talk about little Tian Zun, just the leaders of the Demon Clan army already have a dozen Quasi-Saints, and a few of them are even at the peak of the Quasi-Sage realm. That Howling Moon Heavenly Wolf is too powerful, the treasures in our hands are not something we can contend against! "    

    

Di Jiang could no longer hold himself back, and asked again: "How many Witch Clan members do we have left now?"    

    

Xuan Ming gave a rough count and said, "We've already lost more than half. If we delay any longer, we'll be annihilated!"    

    

Even though Di Jiang's heart ached, as the leader, he still roared out in anger: "My sons of Witch Clan, follow me and cut a bloody path through!"    

    

Boom, boom, even though they had suffered heavy losses in trying to kill Human Clan, no one could compare to Di Jiang's prestige in Witch Clan. In the Qing Qiu mountain range, the scattered Witch Clan on the ground slowly shifted towards the core. For the Ancestral Magi, it would be much better to clench their fists and give the enemy a headshot than to open up their fingers and let them be chopped off one by one.    

    

After the battle of Witch Clan, the losses of practically all twelve tribes exceeded half. Back then, when they were at their peak, with a few million Witch Clan, there was no longer than a million Witch Clan left. Witch Clan was not as good as Human Clan, and for a million Witch Clan to return to that peak, it would at least take thousands of years of development.    

    

As for the Human Clan, under the condition of decreasing from ten million to a million and not even one out of ten, this million Human Clan, in a hundred years, would be able to produce a large number of new life forms. The growth period of Human Clan was much faster than that of Witch Clan, and the reproduction ability of Human Clan was far, far higher than that of Witch Clan. Therefore, in order to compete for the survival qualification, Witch Clan lost this battle, Witch Clan lost, lost very thoroughly.    

    

Chen Yuyang revealed a bland smile on his face and said softly, "This is Darwinism. The organisms that cannot adapt to this land will all disappear and perish. The survival of the fittest, this is the survival of the fittest! "    

    

Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun were already Saints, but they still could not understand Chen Yuyang's enigmatic words. Hong Yun pretended to think and his dao heart moved. He nodded his head and said, "Brother Azure Sun is truly worthy of being called the supreme expert of the heavens. His every word is precious. Naturally, the Heavenly Dao is no more!"    

    

Chen Yuyang laughed, it was not because of his words, but because he stood taller than these ancient people, and had limitless human intelligence. This was also the reason why all of these grand magical powers disappeared and humans were passed down from generation to generation. It was a survival of the fittest. There was no other way but to do so with these four words.    

    

Staring at Chen Yuyang, Zhen Yuanzi had a face of doubt, "Brother Qingyang, how should we settle this matter regarding Witch Clan?"    

    

Seeing how eager ZhenYuanzi was, Chen Yuyang understood that once he became a saint, he naturally had to stabilize his dao heart. Zhen Yuanzi's dao heart was originally very stable, but after being trapped in the formation for so many years, he had always had a sense of resentment and viciousness, so if he didn't vent his anger on a few people, then there really was no place for him to vent it.    

    

Looking at how Zhen Yuanzi was rubbing his hands together, Chen Yuyang waved his hands: "Go! Whoever deserves to die, whoever doesn't, shall the Heavenly Dao be decided! "    

    

Zhen Yuanzi nodded, and his body flickered before disappearing from the Human Clan's habitat. Red Cloud's face was filled with sighs. This Red Cloud was an old and kind person from the prehistoric era, and its Human Clan was rather weak. Then I'll help Human Clan. Now that his Witch Clan was about to be massacred, he couldn't bear it anymore. He only said: "Brother Qingyang, I wonder who is the one that should die in this Witch Clan, who isn't?"    

    

Chen Yuyang laughed: "As for the rest, those who can survive, naturally do not deserve to die!"    

    

Chen Yuyang's words were without a doubt, and without a doubt, but they made Hong Yun prostrate himself on the ground. He nodded however, and then suddenly came to a realization: "So that's how it is, so that's how it is! "As expected of Daoist Qingyang, a great technique that surpasses all others. I'm not as good as you!"    

    

Very quickly, ZhenYuanzi caught up. The horsetail whisk in his hand trembled as two golden rays of light shone down. The Witch Clan army did not even have the chance to wail, as the tens of thousands of Witch Clan vanished into thin air like smoke. ZhenYuanzi still felt unsettled. His figure flashed again, and another two horsetail whisks appeared. This back and forth killed quite a few people from the Witch Clan.    

    

The million strong army fell once more, becoming less than 500,000. This level of strength was truly insufficient to break out of the encirclement.    

    

Di Jiang was furious, the eleven Ancestral Magi looked at Zhen Yuanzi, who was still relentlessly chasing him, and said, "Zhen Yuanzi, you claim to be the ancestor of the Earth Immortal Realm, and have a merciful heart. Are you actually going to exterminate my Witch Clan today? "Don't think that we Ancestral Mages are afraid of you just because you've become a saint!"    

    

Zhen Yuanzi coldly snorted and said, "A merciful heart is only good for a merciful race. Like your Witch Clan, it overflows with slaughter energy. If you don't die, then who dies!"    

    

In this world, even if one was a saint, one would still feel troubled. Therefore, even if Zhen Yuanzi became a saint, it was no exception. No one would be happy if they placed it in someone's hands. However, it was still the decision of who had the biggest fist in this Great Desolate Land. At this moment, ZhenYuanzi had already become a saint, and his fist was bigger and tougher than others. So right now, he stood in front of the eleventh Ancestral Witch without any hurry.    

    

In this vast wasteland, everyone below the Saint was an ant. These ancestor Magi were only slightly bigger than ants, but they still couldn't make much of a fuss out of it. This point, even Di Jiang and the others were very clear of it. If they had the support of the earth behind them, then the twelve-star array formation could be considered perfect. It wouldn't be a problem to delay the Saints for a while, but now it was clearly a place where they could be the prey.    

    

In a 1v1 battle, there was still no chance of victory.    

    

Zhen Yuanzi gently waved his horsetail whisk and coldly said, "Di Jiang, don't say I won't give you a chance. You two brothers can attack together!" This humble one has just verified my dao, so it can also verify this humble one's cultivation! "    

    

Di Jiang said angrily, "Te, Zhen Yuanzi, you are too arrogant." I'll teach you a lesson today! " As he spoke, six pairs of wings flapped continuously behind Di Jiang. Above the Prehistoric Land, other than the Kun Peng and the Golden Crow, Di Jiang's speed could be said to be the fastest.    

    

This was undoubtedly a way to fight to the death. As he charged forward, he shouted loudly, "I'll hold him back, you guys hurry up and leave, preserve a bit of my Witch Clan and bloodline, quickly go!"    

    

"Boss." Boss, don't do it! "    

    

As the elder brother of Di Jiang, he should be able to do this, but he was going to risk it all, so he directly rushed towards Zhen Yuanzi. Witch Clan did not have a primordial spirit, they could not self-destruct, but their bodies were like steel bars, with such a speed, adding on the huge power, there was no doubt about it.    

    

This kind of suicide attack was nothing in the eyes of Zhen Yuanzi, but he couldn't help but admire Di Jiang's magnanimity. But admiration was admiration, damn it, he was still going to die. Therefore, Zhen Yuanzi immediately condensed his great Fa Li and prepared to deal a fatal blow.    

    

At this moment, Xuan Ming was already crying. Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, and Zhu Jiuyin, these Ancestral Magi, were shaking all over. However, they hadn't left yet. They hoped that they could still see a miracle. As Xuan Ming cried, he pounded his chest and stamped his feet. "Boss, don't! Don't!"    

    

However, it was too late. Everything was not something that Xuan Ming could change. Just when Di Jiang was flying directly towards Zhen Yuanzi, the entire Qing Qiu mountain range was enveloped by an earthen yellow light. From behind came a voice, "Boss, don't!"    

    

The earthen yellow light instantly raised a pile of sand, constantly slowing down Di Jiang's speed, and causing his eyes to be clouded. When Di Jiang opened his eyes again, his enormous body had already returned to his siblings. After that, he appeared in front of Zhen Yuanzi dressed in plain clothes and said, "Brother Zhen Yuan, please show mercy and leave behind my Witch Clan and bloodline!"    

    

"Back of the earth, move aside. You will transform into six Daos. With a merciful heart, This Penniless Priest does not wish to make things difficult for you!" Zhen Yuanzi said angrily.    

    

However, even if he had become a saint, he was still a member of the Witch Clan. Although she said that the Daofather wasn't going to reveal his six Daos, after hesitating for a moment, she did. On one hand, Chen Yuyang had given her confidence before, and on the other hand, in the final battle of Witch Clan, she had to return to the embrace of his siblings no matter what.    

    

This was the kindness of Witch Clan. Even at the risk of death, they had to save their own clansmen. This was the biggest difference between a Pangu's bloodline and a Pangu's primordial spirit. The earth behind him slightly bowed and said: "Dao brother Zhen Yuan, I know that the slaughter of my Witch Clan will move the heavens, the heavenly calamity would not let my Witch Clan rest, but blood is thicker than water, I would rather die than give my all!"    

    

Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and said, "Back home, this humble one can understand your feelings. However, your Witch Clan runs rampant in the vast wastelands, and you must be punished for killing people of the Human Clan! This was the will of the heavens! Even if you are a saint, you cannot change. This Penniless Priest would advise you to go back to your own path! "Ignore the prehistoric event!"    

    

The man behind him bowed again and said, "Forgive me for not being able to follow your orders!"    

    

"If that's the case, then we should see the truth! This Penniless Priest will not be courteous! " ZhenYuanzi waved his horsetail whisk and the book in his hand appeared. Although the book was said to be a defensive treasure, it wasn't trash when it came to attacking. At the very least, it still possessed a sliver of power in battles between Saints.    

    

The two had been online for a long time, but no one had started to fight. After all, the two of them had just become saints and thus did not have much control over the power of the Saints. Thus, in order to avoid injuring the innocent, they had to brew for a long time. He hoped that by delaying Zhen Yuanzi, he would be able to let his Witch Clan retreat unscathed.    

    

However, Witch Clan was really a race without brains. Everyone only watched, and finally, they could no longer endure it any longer. "Boss, why aren't you bringing your people back!"    

    

Little Tian's figure had already arrived nearby. With a flash of golden light, he blocked Witch Clan's path, and wearing a black military uniform, the long spear in his hands trembled, and Little Tian coldly said: "You damned Witch Clan, where are you going!"    

    

Facing the pincers of the two saints, the people behind him could only sigh and say, "Heaven is on my side. Heaven is on my side!"    

    

However, it was not up to these people to decide who was to die and who was not. At this moment, the Earth was already prepared to explode, but before that, she still had to make her last gamble. The main reason for ZhenYuanzi's change was because his brother had become a saint, and Little Tian was his disciple. If Fellow Daoist Qingyang showed up now, there was still a chance for him to survive.    

    

Thus, he swiftly called out, "Brother Qingyang, I have let you down, brother. But because of my Witch Clan and bloodline, I will die if I am willing to sacrifice my life. In the future, I would like to ask Fellow Daoist Azure Sun to take care of me for the six samsara cycles. With a light sniff, he said from behind, "Farewell, Brother Qingyang!"