Honghuang: This Hongjun can deal with it, if he has the blame, he will really bear it

Thousands of years later.

With the help of Houtu.

The Witch Clan has truly become a race.

They are not only the most powerful race at the top of the prehistoric era, but also the most numerous race in the prehistoric era.

The entire Buzhou Mountain has a radius of hundreds of miles, and it is full of tribes of the Wu tribe.

More importantly, they come from the same origin.

After the dragon, phoenix and unicorn clans, there has never been such a large race in the prehistoric world.

The twelve ancestor witches no longer all live near the Pangu Temple.

Instead, the territory is divided, and each person is in charge of a Wu tribe.

Usually, each ancestor witch has one or two great witches assigned to them.

Only when there is a special situation that requires the ancestral witches to be called to discuss matters, the ancestors will gather outside the Pangu Temple.

And on this day, Di Jiang summoned all twelve ancestor witches together.

At this time, Di Jiang was obviously in a good mood:

"Brothers and sisters!"

"Thanks to Houtu, our witch clan has become the most powerful race in the wild!"

"From today onwards, we can move forward to conquer the prehistoric world!"

Di Jiang's words quickly won cheers from all the ancestor witches.

"it is good!!"

"Brother! I have been waiting for this day for a long time!"

"Those miscellaneous birds are chirping on Sunstar every day, I can't bear it anymore!"

Di Jiang waved his hand:

"Don't worry, this will give you a chance to beat them up!"

"Each of you leads your own tribe and expands to where you belong!"

"Okay!!"

The ancestral witches raised their wine glasses and drank to their heart's content.

However, the wine glass cannot be said to be a wine glass, but the skull of an unknown creature.

What's inside is actually not wine, but viscous blood
Such a scene of ruthless hair drinking blood made Chaos Qinglian's anti-Hongjun coalition forces feel disgusted.

The Witch Clan is too rude in their hearts.

"Oh, these barbarians deserve to perish!"

Some people who felt uncomfortable complained in a low voice, completely disrespecting Houtu.

However, some innate humans who survived the Lich shook their heads wryly:

"Young people these days really haven't seen the world."

"The folk customs of that period were like this, not only for the witch clan, but also for the monster clan."

"Our human race can be burned and eaten by the monster race."

Someone took it for granted and murmured in a low voice:

"That's right, if it wasn't for Hongjun's calculation of the demise of the Lich, the prehistoric civilization would have been enlightened."

"Maybe it's still the time when you eat me and I eat you."

This made him cover his mouth halfway through the speech.

Because he was aware of the murderous intent coming from the direction of Houtu Zhouqing and others.

Zhou Qing smoothed things over:
"Ha ha."

"As expected of Empress Pingxin."

"Even though Empress Pingxin is the youngest among the ancestral witches, she is undoubtedly the most talented."

"Without Lady Pingxin, it would have been difficult for the Wu Clan to witness the glory of that time."

Facing Zhou Qing's flattery, Houtu didn't give him a good face.

In fact, her heart was very disturbed at this time.

Before the projection of the chaotic green lotus, Houtu felt that he was indeed the most special, the most talented, and the most powerful one among the ancestral witches, just like all the living beings in the prehistoric world.

But now it seems that all of this may not be due to his talent, but because Hongjun is behind it.

Sure enough, the new scene that appeared in the projection immediately confirmed Houtu's thoughts and slapped Zhou Qing in the face.

The light and shadow changed, and switched from the perspective of the Wu clan to Hongjun in the depths of Zixiao Palace again.

Hongjun has been using his spiritual sense to perceive the situation of the Wu clan, especially Houtu.

But his face was not good-looking at all.

"I didn't expect this Houtu's talent to be so poor."

"Thousands of years have passed, and she still cannot comprehend the six reincarnations from the source."

"What she has now is just a kind of reincarnation."

"The real reincarnation of the six realms can regenerate the soul into six categories of creatures."

"But she can only attract some remnant souls, and can only turn them into disabled witches with no primordial spirit and low intelligence."

"These witches are no different from beasts, and are of no benefit to the entire prehistoric world."

Hongjun's words immediately embarrassed Houtu and Zhou Qing.

But after hearing Hongjun's confession just now, people found that what Hongjun said was very reasonable.

Ordinary shamans are different from great shamans and ancestral shamans. They have no soul at all, have violent personalities, and only act according to instinct.

Without the leadership of Zuwu and Dawu, his behavior might actually be no different from the previous beasts.

But Hongjun said that Houtu had no talent at all, so they couldn't agree with it.

In their view, what Hongjun said was comparing Houtu with himself.

After all, Houtu also created the existence of so many creatures in just a thousand years.

But they didn't know that Hongjun's words were worried from the bottom of their hearts.

He has an expectation for Houtu.

If Houtu's mastery of the tunnel is not fast enough, it will affect his layout of the entire prehistoric land.

The picture projected by the chaotic green lotus has passed another thousand years.

During these thousand years, the Wu Clan began to expand to the entire prehistoric region, beating other creatures to retreat steadily.

On this day, Dijun and Taiyi came to the mountainside of Buzhou Mountain in disgrace, and they looked very embarrassed.

After a while, the screams of the Wu clan came from the foot of the mountain behind them:
"Come on!"

"Where did those two miscellaneous birds go?"

"Since you've come to my witch clan's territory, don't even think about running away!"

After Dijun and Taiyi saw a hole in front of them, they immediately shouted inside:

"Fellow Taoist Nuwa and fellow Taoist Fuxi are both three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace, please save my two brothers!"

To Di Jun and Tai Yi's delight, the restriction of the cave was opened, and the two looked at each other, and immediately escaped in.

"Friend Fuxi!"

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa!"

Di Jun and Tai Yi almost rolled in.

As soon as he saw Nuwa and Fuxi, he wanted to hug their thighs.

Nuwa and Fuxi were a little dazed.

"What's wrong with you two?"

Dijun and Taiyi helped each other up, sighed a long time, and said:

"To be honest, the two of my brothers took the risk of being caught by the witch clan to go deep into the tiger's den, just to find the two to discuss the establishment of the monster clan."

Nuwa and Fuxi blinked and blinked:
"Monster?"

At this time, Di Jun had already calmed down his mood, tidied his clothes, and regained his airs and demeanor of an emperor. Standing with his hands behind his back, he said to the two of them:

"Two fellow daoists, I must have felt it in the past thousand years."

"The power of the witch clan is getting stronger and stronger, and they have the tendency to dominate the prehistoric world."

"The reason why the witch race is invincible is because they are the same race with the same root and origin."

"Therefore, they are exceptionally united and extremely effective in combat."

"So, my two brothers also want to unite the ten thousand races and completely integrate the ten thousand races into one race."

"In this way, we can fight against the witch clan."