Prehistoric: Twin lotuses with parallel stems

The starry sky seems to have turned into a barrier, covering the heaven. The starlight flows and the stars appear, forming a world of its own.

Several figures stand on the Heavenly Palace. The leader is wearing a golden imperial robe. He is the Heavenly Emperor, Emperor Jun.

At this moment, Di Jun was looking towards the ancient land, frowning slightly.

It is a pity that the ancient world is now in chaos. No matter how you deduce it, it is still difficult to see the truth.

"Bai Ze, what do you think?" Di Jun turned to ask Bai Ze beside him.

Now in Heaven, apart from Dijun and Taiyi, Baize and Kunpeng have the highest prestige.

Bai Ze is known for his resourcefulness and often has foresight and insight into opportunities.

Although he rarely directly fights with others, no one dares to underestimate him, let alone offend him.

After all, no one wants to be buried in a trap without knowing it.

Bai Ze's eyes narrowed slightly. His innate talent had also lost its effect. Things he could see clearly in the past could no longer be seen clearly.

But he doesn't rely entirely on his talent, he relies on his brains.

After pondering for a while, Bai Ze said: "This matter is quite unusual. With the temper of the twelve ancestral witches, it is impossible to give up here, and we have not seen the twelve ancestral witches come together in this period of time. , there are only two possibilities for this situation."

Di Jun nodded: "The twelve ancestral witches cannot arrive together, or they are planning some big move behind their backs. And based on the minds of the guys from the witch clan, the greater possibility is that the former, the twelve ancestral witches cannot arrive together, Naturally, the Twelve Capital Heavenly Divine Evil Formation can no longer take shape."

What puzzled Di Jun and the others was the movements of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

In the past, as soon as the twelve ancestral witches recovered, they came to Mount Buzhou and used the twelve capital gods and evil formations to forcefully defeat the Zhoutian Xingdou formation. They persevered and never stopped.

Each time is a catastrophe in heaven. Affected by this, all the powerful men in heaven have not been able to fully recover from their injuries, and there is a trend of getting worse. The situation is really not optimistic.

They have nothing to do with the Twelve Ancestral Witches, they can only stick to the heaven, and they have no time to cultivate and recover. If they continue like this, they will be consumed by the witch clan sooner or later.

The Wu clan is reckless, but not stupid. They see that if they just waste it, they can bring down the Heavenly Court, and they are not willing to fight against the Heavenly Court no matter the cost.

Each time, it was only the Twelve Ancestral Witches who inflicted heavy damage on the Heavenly Court, cutting their flesh with blunt knives.

Di Jun and the others could all see that the witch clan did not want to pay a big price and wanted to reduce losses. The twelve ancestral witches were the real main force.

Heavenly Court also needs time, and they need a method that can target the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

But as usual, it was the day when the twelve ancestral witches came back to run wild in the heaven, but they did not see the formation of the twelve gods, which made them suspicious and realized that something was wrong. This was not in line with the violent temper of the ancestral witches.

"Houtu," Bai Ze said, "I haven't seen the ancestor witch Houtu in these days."

Several people in the Heavenly Court changed their minds and discovered that this was indeed the case. Other ancestral witches still often came outside the Heavenly Court to call for formation, as usual, but Houtu, one of the twelve ancestral witches, never appeared.

As the most powerful being among the ancestral witches, they naturally would not ignore it.

"Then Tu Zuwu, I always feel that she is a little different from other ancestral witches..."

After Di Jun fell silent, he didn't say anything more, but asked about other things:

"How's that going?"

Emperor Jun looked at Jiu Ying, one of the demon commanders. It was Jiu Ying who was specifically responsible for this matter.

"After some obstacles, some disciples of the Chan sect and the only disciple of the human sect intervened to interfere with us. However, their strength is low, so they can only make us spend more effort." Speaking of this, Jiuying's eyes were cold. "If they hadn't come from the disciples of saints..."

Di Jun waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to say more. After all, there is no point in talking about this kind of thing. They just can't afford to offend the saint, so they are worried about the disciples of the saint. This is helpless.

Jiuying also understands this truth and has no intention of complaining: "Chanjiao disciple Shang Haohao can easily hold him back. The trouble is the only disciple of Saint Taiqing. This person was born in the human race and his cultivation level is insignificant, but But he carries two treasures of Saint Taiqing, as well as countless spiritual treasures of various kinds, which is really tricky, and he is not his opponent in the realm of ordinary Daluo. Not only that, he is also one of the human races created by Saint Nuwa himself. Relying on two saints is far more troublesome than having a group of disciples of Chanjiao."

"If it weren't for them, that thing would have been successfully sacrificed long ago. Now the remaining human race is mainly divided into three branches. One branch was sent to Wuzhuang Temple by that nosy guy Hongyun, and was protected by Zhen Yuanzi , and being in the western realm, we can’t wait to take action.”

The Western Sect directly rules the Western Realm and is regarded by the Second Sage of the West as their own dojo, so they have to be wary of it.

"There is another human race, the largest in number, but they were sent to Qingqiu by Xuandu and others, and were picked up by several disciples from Qingqiu. Unlike the disciples of saints such as Chanjiao, the few who came out of Qingqiu are not good To deal with it, several Daluo from our demon clan were easily killed, and Qingqiu is where those two’s dojo is..."

"Then don't worry about it, just let them be. Those two in Qingqiu, don't mess with Wei Wei." While speaking, Di Jun looked at his younger brother Taiyi beside him.

The two people from Qingqiu rarely made any moves, and the few times they were known to have made moves seemed to be with Taiyi.

Speaking of which, Taiyi had fought against both of them. He fought against Qinglian in the Phoenix clan, and fought against Qingxuan in the fight for the innate gourd. Both ended in disastrous defeats.

After that, Qingxuan took action again and stopped the Twelve Ancestral Witches' Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods Formation with one finger, stopping the fight between the two clans.

"The remaining group, under the leadership of several human ancestors, has been enemies of our demon clan everywhere, and has even formed alliances with many ungrateful ethnic groups and disobeyed our demon clan. But thanks to their overestimation of their capabilities, that incident The thing is almost ready." Jiuying said.

After hearing this, not only Emperor Jun, but also the other powerful men in heaven were slightly moved, and their expressions became much more relaxed unconsciously.

"As long as the tortoise shells of the twelve ancestral witches are broken, why should I, the heavenly court, be afraid of the witch clan?" A powerful man from the heavenly court couldn't help but say.

"What's more, something seems to have gone wrong with the Tuzu Witch. After this battle, if my heavenly court wins and the king comes to the wilderness, there will be no more obstacles. Then..."

There might be an opportunity to become a saint. Although the words were not spoken, they all understood this in their hearts.

Emperor Jun looked at the area east of Buzhou Mountain, and then looked south.

What happened to Houtu? For some reason, he always had an intuition that a big change was going to happen in the world, which made him vaguely uneasy, but he didn't have the slightest clue.

Is the source of this uneasiness related to the ancestral witch Houtu?