The time of prehistoric times is respected

Shi Chen had already told Ming He that he should fulfill his responsibilities as a senior disciple, and that's why he cared so much.

Because the transformation follows the time early, Styx is very different from the previous reincarnation, and is more calm.

Hearing what he said was the general trend, he pinched his fingers and calculated, and found that it was true, so he didn't say any more.

"We are here, the master is still in closed-door training, and I will have Brother Lao to tell you on my behalf!"

Di Jun said again.

Styx slowly replied,

"It's okay, I will tell you when the master leaves the customs, you go!"

After receiving Styx's answer, Di Jun and Di Jun hurriedly left.

After informing the second senior sister Bailian, she returned to Honghuang again,

500 years may seem like a long time, but it is actually quite compact.

His master had to invite him, Hongjun's disciples also had to invite him, and there were countless casual cultivators in the prehistoric era, and he must not forget.

Most of them are distributed in prehistoric places, and it takes a lot of time to go back and forth.

witch territory,

The demon sage Ji Mengteng came in the clouds and fog, worshiped the mountain road loudly,

"I have seen all the brothers of the Wu clan, my demon emperor will get married in 500 years, please come and watch the ceremony!"

Ji Meng's rough voice spread throughout the Wu tribe near the Pangu Temple.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were rehearsing the formation of the Twelve Gods of Dutian, and when they heard their shouts, they stopped practicing and walked out.

"You monster clans dare to open our witch clan's land, you are not small!"

It was Zhu Rong who said loudly.

Zhu Rong was very worried about the countless witches who were killed in the last Lich War.

That's why Ji Meng came instead of Jiuying.

Even if they knew that the witch clan would not go, and the etiquette was in place, with Zuwu's character, his words would definitely be unpleasant, and Jiuying might fight directly.

No matter how the witch clan's base camp allows the monster clan to be presumptuous, it will only kill themselves in the end.

Ji Meng is relatively good-natured among the top ten demon saints. Hearing this, he was not angry, and said slowly,

"Both sides are at war, each has his own destiny! We, the demon clan sons, have suffered countless deaths and injuries. I am not here today to argue who is right and who is wrong, but to deliver news. Now that I have met all the ancestral witches, I will bid farewell!"

After speaking, turn around and leave.

"Hmph! Is it that you can come and leave whenever you want in our witch clan?"

Naturally, Zhu Rong refused to let it go easily, and stood in front of Ji Meng.

Ji Meng didn't speak, but looked at Di Jiang, he knew that the decision was in Di Jiang's hands.

"Zhu Rong, let him go! My Wu Clan is not a petty generation!"

Di Jiang said.

Only then did Zhu Rong reluctantly get out of the way.

"Thank you Dijiang Zuwu!"

Ji Meng clasped his fists and said.

"Hehe, it's okay, go back and tell Di Jun, we already know, we will give him a surprise!"

Di Jiang laughed.

Ji Meng's eyes shrank when he heard this, and he left without saying anything.

Looking at it like this, I'm afraid that the arrival of the Wu Clan is not good, so the Demon Emperor must make preparations early.

Di Jiang watched Ji Meng leave, and summoned all the ancestor witches to return to Pangu Hall.

"Brother, are you going to give a big gift to the Yaozu?"

Zhu Jiuyin asked.

Although the monster clan has been fighting in the starry sky these years, there are also many disputes in the land adjacent to the Lich.

Although it was only a partial fight, the grievances and grievances have never been broken. Because the Wu Clan was not sure about dealing with the Yao Clan, they have not taken any action.

Now Dutian Twelve Gods have practiced for hundreds of years, with little success.

Every time the big formation shatters and separates, the physical body of the ancestor witch can be improved, and with the special effect of Hunyuan Xuangong,

Pan Gu's real body can last for an hour, and he can swing an axe. This ax is equivalent to the power of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

"That's right, our witch clan has been too tolerant these years. Then we will kill the prestige of the monster clan in front of all living beings in the wild, and let them know how powerful our descendants of Pangu are!"

Di Jiang said domineeringly.

In Zuwu's view, only the Wu clan can be called the descendants of Pangu in the whole prehistoric period.

From the moment Sanqing became apprentice, the ancestral witches had already looked down on them from the bottom of their hearts.

What Di Jiang said, the blood of the ancestor witches was boiling, and they were all gearing up, hoping to come soon.

Di Jiang and the others continued to practice and exercise continuously. The longer Pangu's real body was maintained, the greater the Zuwu's confidence in the Shang Yaozu.

The top ten demon saints kept passing on the news of the demon emperor's wedding, and almost all the great masters agreed to go and watch the ceremony.

Although Hong Huang had many Taoist couples, none of them held a wedding with such fanfare as Di Jun.

The monster clan is powerful, occupying the north and south of the prehistoric, part of the east, part of the west, and the prehistoric starry sky.

It was really the demon emperor's roar that made Honghuang tremble three times, and all the powerful men dared not lose face.

Some monster clan powers are also arrogant and domineering on weekdays, but they have been much quieter in the past 500 years.

After Ji Meng sent back the news, Di Jun arranged for the border demon clan to shrink back and not compete with the witch clan for the time being, until after the wedding.

This time, the big wedding of the demon emperor, if it goes well, will not only enhance the prestige of the demon clan, but also condense luck.

But if there is a mistake, it will also be a huge loss. Not to mention the embarrassment, it will also lead to discord and the decline of Dijun's prestige in the Yaozu.