"Ask!" Houtu's expression was calm and did not show any strange expression at all.

Tai Yi and Di Jun breathed a sigh of relief. The twelve ancestor witches of the Witch Clan are all saints, and if they are targeted by them, there will be no good fruit.

Fortunately, the other party didn't care about it.

"Well, Saint Houtu, I want to know, is there a projection of the Witch Clan in the current prehistoric?"

"Of course!"

Houtu's red lips lightly opened and nodded!

"I am afraid that the six realms of reincarnation have already been messed up!"

"What?" Houtu's eyes widened slightly, very bright.

"It's just that, when I waited in the predicament, I discovered that there was no projection here, so I had this question."

Dijun was silent all the time, and the one who was talking was Taiyi, the Eastern Emperor.

"How could this happen, it shouldn't be!"

Hou Tu also noticed that something was wrong. The two men and the demon race were born in the world at the same time, how could they not?

Is there any problem in this?

"I can't answer you about these things, just go to the temple and ask the Lord!"

The two of Donghuangma nodded their heads, bowed slightly, and turned to the Temple of Casting.

And Ye Fan, who was in the Temple of Casting, had been observing the movements in the Three Realms.

Although the Earth Immortal Realm has collapsed, the foundation left by the great wilderness is still there. Otherwise, how did the fragments of the fairy islands and the outer continents come from!

Moreover, the main prehistoric fragments have become thirty-three days, and every layer of the sky is a world.

Although it is not comparable to any of the three realms, it is also a desirable existence on one side.

And now under his inspection, many Nuwas and many Tongtian cult leaders in the world are all immortals.

There are also great abilities such as Luo Hui conquering the Three Realms in hordes.

In this case, the heavenly soldiers are no longer useful, and only those heavenly generals who have been strengthened by the forging temple can barely resist these invaders.

The Nanzhan Tribe Continent, where the Human Race is located, was completely condensed into a shield with great mana, like an inverted bowl.

"This is not a prehistoric place! It is not a prehistoric land!" Someone yelled in the air with a crazy look. The Yuantu divine sword in his hand was stained with countless karma, and the blood burned on the blade.

A drop of blood followed behind him, and the murderous intentions were astonishing.

"I am Styx, who are you?"

"Hey!" There was a cold laughter in the blood.

Subsequently, the blood condensed and turned into a figure.

Its appearance is exactly the same as the opposite Styx from another world.

However, under the blood color in his hand, a handful of innate treasure was condensed.

"Abi Excalibur!"

Projection Styx stared at the body formed by a drop of Styx's blood, and his expression was a little shocked.

"Innate treasure!"

"How can this be!"

Projection Styx was dumbfounded, and what made him feel the numbness of his scalp most was that the other party turned out to be a drop of blood.

This is a magical power he has never mastered!

"Huh, it can only be said that your world is unlucky enough!"

As the blood gathered, the Abi Divine Sword continued to grow larger, and the terrifying energy immediately made Projection Styx feel weak.

"how could this be!"

boom!

Between heaven and earth, instantly infested by blood!

"Huh? Still more?"

bass!

Under that drop of blood, it split into dozens of drops in an instant, blasting in different directions.

Ye Fan retracted his gaze.

The existence of these saints who projected the world was like locusts crossing the border, and locusts of different types gathered together, and a great war broke out.

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"Master, those projections of Master Tongtian are really unlucky!"

Standing behind Ye Fan, Chi Gong was also observing the movements of the Three Realms.

They are Ye Fan's disciples, so they don't have to worry about what changes their projection will produce.

Maybe they don't have a projection at all.

"Well, indeed, the Master Tongtian is in charge of the Moshipan. If nothing happens, no one can shake him!"

Xing Dongliu on the right said so.

"But you see, the Master Tongtian before the Battle of the Conferred Gods was the one who killed the Immortal Sword Formation!"

Ye Fan stretched out his hand and pointed, where Yu Yutian was, the two skys were displayed digitally.

They are facing each other.

Except for Hongjun's request, unable to do anything in the Three Realms, their current coercion has affected the operation of Yu Yutian's laws of heaven and earth.

"Which world are you from?" asked one of Tongtian, who was carrying a Qingping sword.

"Huang Huang!"

Another black-clothed person said with a cold face.