Honghuang: The Witch Clan is destroyed, and I return from chaos

Then shook his head.

"No need to say more. Tongtian has his own ideas. I don't need to force it. Don't bring up the matter of cutting off teaching and entering the game."

As soon as Taiqing said the words to death, the Four Sages also knew that it was impossible to continue persuading them, and they would not mention the matter of stopping teaching.

After discussing for a long time, the saints made a new plan.

"Northern Kunpeng?" Taiqing frowned.

Beiming Kunpeng, the teacher of the monster clan.

Although during the Lich War, he stole Hetu Luoshu, escaped from the demon court, and caused a catastrophe.

but.

Kunpeng's strength is in the mid-stage quasi-sage, undoubtedly strong.

If he is willing to move out, he can easily sweep away the remnants of the witch clan who have no quasi-sage in charge.

"It's just, is he really willing to enter the game? Besides, I heard that there is a thirteen ancestor witch hidden in the witch clan... It would be better if he was just an ordinary quasi-sage, but if he was a perfect quasi-sage like Di Jiang, Kunpeng would undoubtedly die .”

Taishang suddenly thought of a key question.

Chapter 19 When He Returns

In the past, on the battlefield of calamity, Di Jiang screamed and called to the sky.

It is said that the witch clan still has ancestor witches alive.

When he returns, he will definitely clean up the prehistoric world and avenge the witch clan!

Emotions are sincere, not fake.

All the saints hesitated again.

In this way, isn't another key point missed?

"No. The luck of the witch clan is self-contained. If the rest of the witch clan dies, the luck will disappear."

The introduction dispelled everyone's concerns.

"However, if there are witches left behind, might disasters happen in the future?"

Nu Wa obviously took a longer view.

"Hmph, if you don't become a saint, you will end up as an ant! If the thirteen ancestor witches hide well, I can let him go. If he doesn't know the number of days, he will come out to die..."

Zhunti squinted his eyes, a dangerous light appeared on his face.

No matter how powerful the so-called Thirteen Ancestral Witches are.

But in front of the holy power, it is not worth mentioning!

"Speaking of the Thirteen Ancestral Witches, I recently got a new piece of news."

Suddenly, Yuan Shi made a sound, which attracted the attention of all the saints.

"Oh?"

"Please speak quickly."

"You know the Black Sun, right? That seems to be inextricably related to the Thirteen Ancestral Witches."

Black day?

When the Supreme Saint heard this, he was a little surprised.

"But not long ago, that spot of light that appeared on the sky?" Zhunti said, "It is said that the six-eared macaque who was punished by Teacher Hongjun became enlightened by the pollution of the black sun?"

"But I don't want it to be related to the Thirteenth Ancestral Witch?" Jieyin frowned.

"Then why don't you take action to eradicate that black sun?" The Supreme Being was very puzzled.

He knew about the six-eared macaque.

Now, Xuandu, a major disciple of Renjiao, is still searching in the wilderness, ready to shock and kill Liu Er.

As a sage of heaven, Tai Shang didn't take the black sun seriously at all, but only regarded it as a vision of the prehistoric.

Now that I heard it, I discovered that there was something else hidden.

"I originally wanted to eradicate the Black Sun after leaving the customs, but I happened to think of the struggle between the emperors..."

An inscrutable smile appeared on Yuan Shi's face.

While imprisoning the surrounding void, he narrated his own plan.

original.

Yuan Shi left the black sun in order to hide in the dark and turn passive into active.

"The thirteen ancestral witches are hiding, and there are no souls to be found. Even I, I can't figure it out."

"It's better to use the black sun as a medium to watch the changes." Yuan Shi said: "Although we are saints, we are not afraid of ancestor witches. But our family has a great cause and each has its own way. But we can't stand a quasi-treasure master." Holy Harassment."

"Indeed." Jieyin nodded.

Although they have great magical powers, they manage a lot of opportunities every day, and the game is in the overall situation.

But I don't have the mind to care about the Thirteen Ancestral Witches.

If it weren't for the fact that the remnants of the witch clan were related to the struggle between the emperors and the fate of the human race in the future, they wouldn't even bother to care about it.

Let's look at the remnants of the monster clan, the scale is much larger than that of the witch clan.

The sage did not go to the Hundred Thousand Mountains to suppress the Yaozu.

Even the Golden Crow Prince Luya was a boy in Nuwa's Wa Palace, and no sage planned to liquidate him.

Without the ancestral witches such as Donghuang Taiyi, Dijun, and Dijiang, the two clans could not make waves at all.

"But Senior Brother Yuanshi is right. After the reincarnation of the witch tribe, the thirteen ancestor witches are all alone. Our orthodoxy is the orthodox of the prehistoric, we can't stand in a stalemate with a witch tribe rogue, but lose the demeanor of the great religion. It's better , leave the black sun behind, and wait and see what happens. When the Thirteen Ancestral Witches can't hold back and show up, give a thunderous blow."

"Correct."

When all the saints said this, they all smiled, and left Hei Sun and the Thirteen Ancestral Witches behind.

……

"Lord Jiufeng, logically speaking, we shouldn't bother you. But now, there are no cultivation resources in the territory, but there are many newborn witches who need these resources to build their foundations. So..."

In front of the Pangu Hall, Jiufeng looked tired and opened the door to accept the visit of the Wu tribe.

Only then did she realize that she had stayed in the Pangu Palace for a hundred years again.

"How many clansmen were born this time?" Jiufeng asked, suppressing his fatigue.

"There are a thousand newcomers."

"How many survived?"

"Survive... eight hundred."

"How much can you practice?"

"Only... less than a hundred..."

The witch who reported was a little ashamed and said: "You also know. In the past battles, most of the elite of our witch clan died in battle. The rest also followed Master Chi You and they were reincarnated. The current witch clan is weaker than some innate human races. A hundred seedlings are already very good..."

Jiufeng shook his head helplessly.

He looked up and glanced at the valley of the Wu tribe.

It is the time when the dawn fog is about to rest and the sun star is about to rise.

Rows of bluebirds flew over the valley, making wonderful sounds.

A little bit of morning dew dripped down, splashing bursts of water.

When it blooms in the void, it is like pieces of crystal clear flowers, beautiful and magnificent.

but.

All these beauties are in stark contrast to the current situation of the Wu people.

In the valley, some witches were walking out of the valley carrying polished agricultural tools.

In order to save practice resources, it is reserved for the newborn witch clan.

These tribesmen have already begun to open up wasteland, learning from the human race, farming the land for a living.

The seeds of this kind of land are all spiritual roots and spiritual plants.

Although the fruit it bears is not as wonderful as the innate spiritual root.

However, it can barely maintain the consumption of practice.

Unfortunately.

If you want to harvest resources, you have to take good care of them for a period of time.

and so.

The current Wu Clan is still in a bit of embarrassment.

"Okay. When I am free, I will lead the clansmen to go hunting."

Jiufeng sighed.

Once upon a time, the Wu clan was also brilliant.

old days.

Countless resources are at your fingertips.

Why do it yourself?

Today, in order to survive, they have to hunt and cultivate the fields.

"Master Jiufeng, then I won't disturb you."

Seeing that Jiufeng was lost in thought, the clansmen left.

……

"How about it?"

The witch left the Pangu Temple and came to the outskirts of the valley.

A group of Wu clansmen surrounded them.

"Master Jiufeng said that he will lead us to hunt in the near future!"

"it is good."

"That's good."

The clansmen breathed a sigh of relief.

"My Jiayu, I'm already skinny and skinny." A stooped woman wiped her tears.

"Hey. Although our witch clan is blessed with the Taoist body as our foundation, if we can't support the consumption of practice, we will regress in practice instead."

"In the past, how powerful was my witch clan? If I had known it earlier, I would have been reincarnated into a human race with Master Chi You and fought for another lifetime!"

Everyone is concerned.

"Master Jiufeng is also true. He stayed in the Pangu Palace all day long, looking for the thirteenth ancestor witch. If we can find the thirteenth ancestor witch... why should my witch clan do this?"

"Stop talking, Master Jiufeng heard it, be careful to beat you!"

The witch clan shook their heads and dispersed.

Jiufeng stood at the entrance of Pangu Hall, quietly listening to the hustle and bustle from all around, and remained silent.

"These guys really don't know what Master Wei Xuan is capable of. When he returns, the entire Great Desolation will be terrified."

Jiufeng sighed, turned his head and entered the Pangu Hall.

Chapter 20 Contact Wei Xuan

In fact, Jiufeng has worked so hard for so long, and there is no extra gain except for the animal skin roll.

The danger and the lack of resources make ordinary Wu people extremely worried.