Zhuang Xiong had already felt something was wrong after hearing Gonggong's roar. If Zhuang Xiong had seen Gonggong a moment ago, he would have prevented accidents. However, since Pangu's real body exploded, Gonggong was only as big as an ordinary person, hiding in the battlefield. His opponents had no enemies at all times, but he did not do any big moves. Therefore, it was not until Gonggong's shout that Zhuang Xiong found that Gonggong was still alive, and he could not help but immediately remembered the incident of Buzhou falling.

Zhuang Xiong couldn't help but feel anxious. Although he felt that Buzhou Mountain might not be so fragile and would be knocked down by Gonggong, he still felt something was wrong. He saw that he was too far from the battlefield and it was too late to rush over. He couldn't help but snorted angrily, and his big hand directly explored and inserted it into the void. However, a space crack appeared beside Gonggong. Zhuang Xiong's big hand was poking out of it and grabbed Gonggong.

But he knew that Gonggong had a strong cultivation level. At this time, his intention to die was resolved, and he actually accelerated a few more points. Zhuang Xiong did not catch the capture, but Gonggong crashed towards Buzhou Mountain at a faster speed. Zhuang Xiong knew that it was too late to take action, so he could only take back his big hand, looked at the sky speechlessly, and sighed. Sometimes, I really think history is inevitable.

Seeing that things could no longer be stopped, I wouldn't mention the depression in Zhuang Xiong's heart. I really wanted to stop Gonggong and ask him a few words on the spot, "Damn, why have you joined the battle, but the ending is like this? Why are all the ancestor witches dead, the witch tribe self-destructed, but you Gonggong can survive until now? Why are you alive and you still commit suicide? You are alive and you commit suicide by committing suicide by committing suicide by hitting the wall? Just hitting, why do you hit Buzhou Mountain? Then does Buzhou Mountain have a grudge against you? Why do you dare to do this?

But maybe in Gonggong's mind, this was just a simple suicide. Maybe he never thought that Buzhou Mountain would really be broken. Maybe everyone in the prehistoric world, except Hongjun and Zhuang Xiong, never thought that Buzhou Mountain would be broken one day. After all, it was the pillar that supported the sky. How could it be broken by Gonggong? This seems to be a huge joke. Therefore, everyone thought that Gonggong was just a simple suicide. Perhaps it was because the brothers and sisters were gone, and it was meaningless to be alone in the world, right?

No matter what, Gonggong really didn't know what Zhuang Xiong was thinking, nor could he know how confused and helpless Zhuang Xiong was about his actions. He just rushed forward and ran towards Buzhou Mountain. With the strength of the ancestor witch's body, it crashed into Buzhou Mountain hundreds of feet deep and opened a big hole. However, Gonggong was still not dead. Gonggong couldn't help but be stunned, and then burst into laughter and self-destruction. His voice seemed to float in the air: "It seems that our witch clan cannot kill, but it is better for self-destruction to be free."

OK, Gonggong's self-destruction was relieved, but countless people were terrified to find that with Gonggong's self-destruction, countless huge fragments suddenly burst out, and a gap appeared clearly on the giant pillar supporting the sky. But Buzhou Shanmoto was shaken and swayed in a turbulent manner when Pangu's real body exploded. Even the structure was a little loose, but at this time it was shaking in the opposite direction of the gap. Countless people found that the small gap was expanding rapidly.

I don't know how many people closed their breaths and observed the big gap, which was very small in Buzhou Mountain. Seeing it being pulled a little bit by bit, many people already felt that their hearts were filled with darkness, but Zhuang Xiong felt that the scene in front of them was really familiar. The breakage seemed incredible, just like the disintegration of the Titanic, but since the moment he appeared, it had become inevitable. The life span of Buzhou Mountain has come to an end.

The gap finally grew bigger and bigger. Zhuang Xiong even saw countless great supernatural powers building countless white clouds in the opposite direction, trying hard to cast spells towards Buzhou Mountain, as if to push Buzhou Mountain back. He couldn't help but sigh. After all, it was the first sacred mountain in the prehistoric world that had been worshipped for countless years. It was the only proof that Pangu had left for the prehistoric world. Everyone admired it and was willing to work hard for it. He really couldn't bear to be obliterated in the cycle of history.

However, although he was moved by the efforts of these people, Zhuang Xiong couldn't help but sigh. These people may not have learned the relationship between strength. Even if they push in the opposite direction, if the power is small, it will not work at all. If the power is large, the opposite direction may cause greater damage. The biggest possibility is that when pushed back, it will rebound again. But Buzhou Mountain has this gap. As long as something happens in the future, maybe a small force can make him collapse. The fate of Buzhou Mountain has come to an end. Perhaps Pangu has been tired for so many years.

Although countless people watched with their breaths nervously, and although countless people were crying around Buzhou Mountain to help, hoping to stabilize Buzhou Mountain, the cracks in Buzhou Mountain were still expanding step by step. Finally, a crisp sound of breaking came, and the last trace of connection in Buzhou Mountain was completely broken, and the huge upper half fell to the earth in the eyes of countless people who were disbelief.

I don’t know how many people in the prehistoric world shed tears at this moment, as if they had lost something important, as if they had lost the last trace of support. Strictly speaking, almost every creature in the prehistoric world can be said to be the descendants of Pangu. Even if they are not, they must have received Pangu’s kindness. But Buzhou Mountain is Pangu’s backbone and the last relics left by Pangu in the prehistoric world. In this way, the beliefs in many people also collapsed. It seems that, like the death of their parents, the deep attachment and pain have occupied everyone’s hearts.

The huge half of the body of Buzhou Mountain fell to the ground, trembling with trembling as the entire prehistoric world. The earth cried and countless creatures ran around and fled. However, the place where Buzhou Mountain landed was already deeply trapped, and the covered creatures naturally disappeared silently.

Zhuang Xiong couldn't help but feel moved, but suddenly thought of the sky and the earth falling after the fall of Mount Buzhou, and the rivers poured backwards. The human race's danger was not over yet. He hurriedly waved to Zhuang Zhou and Cang Xiong. At this time, the battlefield was fine. Therefore, the two of them quickly escaped and gathered next to Zhuang Xiong.

Zhuang Xiong frowned and said, "We are one, so you must know the follow-up of Buzhou Mountain falling?"

Zhuang Zhou and Cangxiong couldn't help but shivered. They immediately thought of the problem that Zhuang Xiong was worried about, and nodded quickly. Without giving instructions, they turned around and left. Their feelings for the human race were not a little bit, and they couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Zhuang Xiong frowned and suddenly called Cang Xiong again. After thinking about it, he handed Fuxi's remnant soul to Cang Xiong and said solemnly: "I'm a big deal this time, and I don't know how Taoist ancestor will punish me. Although his life is worry-free, I think it's at least confinement or even sealing it. So, I'll hand you over the fragments of Fuxi's soul to you. You can take it back to the underworld and discuss it with Houtu Styx and the others. If I can't come back, Fuxi will still become the Holy Emperor. You can do this for me. If you don't have to, ask Zhuang Zhou to help me. Also, don't forget, I will go all out and Nuwa will go there by then. Do your etiquette and don't cause trouble."

Cang Xiong nodded and said, "I understand, boss, what you mean is that no matter how you do it, you will not allow any mistakes to happen. You will do everything. I hope they will give you face. Don't worry, I will discuss it with them."

Zhuang Xiong nodded, suddenly said with murderous intent: "If someone dares to stop him, no matter who he is, kill me, if you are not your opponent, call Zhuang Zhou and Zhen Yuanzi. If you don't have to, go to Tongtian and the others for help. Also, pay attention to Nuwa, she has changed a lot. I don't know if she still recognizes Fuxi, but Fuxi is my brother, and even if his sister stops him, she will never let him go."

Cang Xiong nodded seriously and turned around and chased Zhuang Zhou.

The most touching thing about Buzhou Mountain is the Witch Clan. Although it was caused by Gonggong, although the Witch Clan did not practice Taoism, it actually believed in destiny more. Countless Witch Clans burst into tears, and some people shouted: "The fall of Buzhou Mountain is when my Witch Clan left. Brothers, please return to the arms of the Father God and the ancestor witches, and follow the footsteps of the Father God and the ancestor witches."

Countless witch tribes instantly rushed towards the demon tribe as if they were injected with chicken blood. They were full of red eyes. I don’t know if it was a coincidence or the witch tribe had already decided. The remaining witch tribes actually self-destructed at the same time. Countless smoke and dust rose up everywhere, and none of the witch tribes remained, and there were only more than 3,000 remaining demon tribes, standing around the battlefield miserably, as if declaring the tragic battle.

If one data is really necessary to use to indicate the number of people participating in this battle, it is probably the total number of lichs that need to use three thousand words to arrange, but in front of them, there are only thousands of people living there. The heavenly court is full of broken walls and ruins. The demon clan, which was once unprecedentedly stormed in the prehistoric world, has come to an end. With these three thousand demon clans alone, they can no longer make any waves.

However, Zhuang Xiong also noticed that as the Buzhou Mountain fell to the ground, more and more cracks were densely covered with cracks and had reached the edge of breaking. With the last self-destruction of the witch clan, the crack finally burst open unscrupulously. Buzhou Mountain suddenly turned into a pile of fragments like collapsed building blocks, covering the base formed by three thousand gods and demons. Buzhou Mountain was still unable to stay at all, leaving countless sighs.

There are even many newborn little monsters in the prehistoric world who come to Buzhou Mountain to pay homage. However, before they get closer, Buzhou Mountain has turned into a pile of fragments, and countless people can't help but lose their voices in pain.
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