Vol 2 Chapter 119: War is rekindled!

Chapter 119: The flames rekindled!
Let's say that Fuxi successfully reincarnate the human race, and using the power of the true Yejia, to achieve the king of Huaxi, took the first step towards the position of the holy emperor of the human race. Watch 1 Yarn 3 Chinese Website
At this time, twelve years have passed since Fuxi died in the previous life. The flames of war between the Lich clans, along with the son-in-law saint's persistent silence, have begun to brew new flames.
Not under the mountain, somewhere in the Witch camp.
Ye Jia was sitting on the couch with her arms folded, closing her eyes and raising her eyes, and suddenly her eyebrows moved, her eyes slowly opened, her eyes flashed.
"The war between the two Lich races ... continue." Ye Jia sighed slightly, said.
Having said that, he immediately rose up, left his residence, shuttled the Witch camp, and went straight to the residence of Dijiang, the head of the twelve ancestors.
In any case, Ye Jia's avatar is now the first strong of the Wu tribe. As soon as he arrived at Dijiang's residence, Dijiang quickly rose to meet him.
"Jiuyin, why are you here?" Dijiang said.
Ye Jia smiled slightly: "I thought that the war between the two Lich races could continue."
Di Jiang was shocked and said, "Why is this statement?"
"It has been twelve years since Fuxi died. Over the past 12 years, the two Lich clans have dreaded the accountability of the son-in-law saints, and have temporarily rested, without any apparent movement." Ye Jia said slowly, "But the son-in-law hasn't heard any news, as if he had never heard of Fu Xi's death."
After a pause of 483, Ye Jia went on to say, "Nuwa is the first mixed Yuan saint who has preached. For twelve years, wouldn't she even know the death of her elder brother? I thought, the son-in-law Either it was unintentional accountability, or Fuxi was resurrected long ago. "
Di Jiang heard his words, frowned slightly, and seemed to be lost in thought. After a while, he only heard him say, "What you said is not unreasonable, but I am still careful about the power of the saints ..."
Ye Jia shook his head and said, "This is the time of the decisive battle, the fighter plane is fleeting, and I cannot wait for half a bit of slack. Look at" Mao. Line, Chinese. Text, Net "
"Fighter? There haven't been any major incidents recently. Why did the fighter say that?" Dijiang wondered.
Ye Jia said: "The other day I heard that the Evil Clan had fled from the Evil Clan on the twelfth Yuan, and I paid special attention to it. Now it seems that this is true in all likelihood."
"Twelve Yuanchen!" Di Jiang was surprised.
It turns out that these twelve yuans are the famous twelve strongmen of the demon clan, all of which are big Luojinxian realms. The magical powers are different and they complement each other. Together, they can compete with some of the top powers in the quasi-sage By.
If nothing else, it would be really hard to say if Dijiang alone faced the twelfth birthday.
It can be seen that the status of the twelve Yuanchen in the demon tribe is absolutely extraordinary. Twelve Yuanchen escaped from the demon tribe, which is definitely a major event.
Dijiang changed, and then said, "Jiuyin, how confident are you in this matter?"
Ye Jia's face was a little solemn, and he said, "Ten percent."
People sent him away, of course, 10%.
Dijiang listened, his face changed, and said, "Then how do you think I'll deal with the demon race?"
Ye Jia smiled slightly and said, "Twelve days have been a great battle!"
"When you come up, use a big array ... I'm afraid it's not good." Dijiang couldn't help but wipe his sweat.
It had been known for a long time that the Twelve Days of Gods was a gatekeeper of the twelve ancestors, which could be regarded as the ultimate killing trick of the witches.
Big moves are usually released last.
Ye Jia said: "Fighting up, then dying, then exhausting. Since you are determined to fight, then you will try your best to fight the battle!"
Di Jiang heard the words, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit calm. He seemed to be hesitating.
After a moment, his eyes gradually revealed his appraisal, and he said, "Fight!"
"咚 咚 咚 "
Below Zhoushan, the drums of war are thunderous, captivating, and shocking, as if something amazing will be awakened.
War drums of the witches!
Shocked by countless creatures, the terrible force of heaven and earth once again frantically rushed to Bu Zhoushan, killing the sky.
The war between the two Lich races is about to rekindle!
Demon position, the palace of the central place, Dong Huang Taiyi and demon teacher Jin Peng sat opposite.
"Dark Master, the Wu Clan suddenly started a war. What do you think about this?" Tai frowned.
Jin Peng looked as usual, saying: "In the past twelve years, the imperial palace hasn't been transmitted with half a motion ... Fuxi's death is obviously not a matter of course. In this case, the witches will fight, and the first war is."
When Dong Huangtai heard the words, she could not help but frowned slightly, her face seemed a little embarrassed, and she said, "But ..."
"Your Majesty wants to say something about the twelfth yuan?" Jin Peng laughed.
Mrs. Dong Huang froze one by one, then nodded, and said, "Yes."
Jin Peng said: "The strength of the 12th Yuanchen cannot be underestimated, but it is also difficult to control the overall situation. After all, although the 12th Yuanchen is a big Luo Jinxian, it is not among the 365 big Luos and will not affect Zhou Tianxing. Big array ... "
After a moment of pause, he narrowed his eyes, and then said: "Zhou Tianxing array is the biggest killing trick of my demons. Since it has nothing to do with Zhou Tianxing array, it is not important ..."
Dong Huang heard it, nodded thoughtfully, and said, "The demon teacher said it was not unreasonable."
Then he asked: "The demon master thought, what strategy should I use to deal with the witch?"
Jin Peng smiled slightly and said: "Zhou Tian star formation!"
Below Zhoushan, the sound of war drums is the same as Thunder, ringing in all directions and deterring all spirits.
"咚 咚 咚 "
The people of the Wu tribe stood together in an array, facing the demon tribe camp, and waiting for them, all of them were solemn.
In addition to the Witch, the Witch has a large number of human races to fight against the demon.
Above the sky, twelve rainbows passed by, and then a thunder exploded, and the twelve ancestors' witches came out in full shape.
Dijiang came out first, with a dignified face, and raised his arm and shouted, "Fight!"
The twelve ancestor witches looked stunned, all screaming, "War!"
For a time, the war was raging, broke through the sky, stirred up and down the storm, and the whole world of anti-corrosion in the flood and famine world began to explode into a battle.
Hundreds of millions of witches and human races are boiling with blood, following the twelve figures on the sky, roaring to the sky together, "War! War! War!"
"Battle! Battle! Battle!"
Up and down the witch tribe, the war is overwhelming!
At this moment, a golden sky was blooming on top of the blue sky, and the waves of fire were swirling. The Emperor Donghuang held the chaotic clock and emerged out of the air.
"咚 " Chaos bell rang, resounding through the clouds.
Dong Huangtai's eyes were sharp and chaotic, and he only sang aloud, saying:
"Witches dare to fight, why am I a demon!"