Prehistoric: Nuwa's first disciple, the master was the first to establish a human religion

Little Golden Crow is very arrogant.

At this time, Lu Feng returned to the Witch Temple.

I happened to hear Xiao Jinwu’s puzzling request.

Then he waved his hand and the cage opened. Little Golden Crow, on the other hand, was immediately stunned.

"Gudu!"

I don't know which ancestral witch it was, but he swallowed loudly at this time.

All the ancestral witches showed a meaningful smile on their faces.

"what!!!"

Little Golden Crow screamed and then ran away!

Rays of golden light suddenly bloomed from his body, like a little sun, roaring and about to fly out of the Witch Temple.

Zhu Rong couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene;

"Where to escape!"

Saying this, Zhu Rong waved his hand directly.

The endless power of the law of fire suddenly flew towards the little Golden Crow, and in just a moment, it came to the front of the little Golden Crow.

Little Golden Crow was so frightened that he stood on his head with feathers all over his body.

In an instant, endless true sun fire erupted from his body, rushing towards the Law of Fire in front of him.

However, all this is in vain.

Not to mention that Zhu Rong is the Ancestral Witch of Fire, and his actual ability to control flames even has to stabilize the Golden Crow clan a little.

The most important thing is that Zhu Rong's strength is comparable to that of Xiao Jinwu's father Di Jun, and they are both quasi-sages.

And Little Golden Crow is just a little Taiyi Golden Immortal.

How could its flame break through Zhu Rong's power?

So he just resisted for a moment and was pinched by Zhu Rong.

Little Golden Crow roared:

"Let this prince out, let this prince out quickly!"

"Damn it, let me out of here!"

Zhu Rong laughed and said:

"Little Jinwu, you're already in my hands and you still want to escape? That's impossible!"

"Let me see, should I stew you or roast you?"

Saying this, Zhu Rong looked at Xiao Jinwu in a gloomy manner, with a proud smile on his face.

The little Golden Crow watched Zhu Rong gradually become scary, and the whole bird was so frightened that he swallowed his saliva.

Then he turned to Zhu Rong and said:

"Here, you'd better roast me!"

If it is roasted with flames, there will be no problem for Little Golden Crow.

Because the little Golden Crow itself has the blood of the Golden Crow, if it is placed in the flame, it will be like a fish in water.

Don't say that ordinary ordinary fire can't hurt him, even the law of fire can't hurt him.

Of course, this law of fire also depends on who controls it.

As long as it is not controlled by Zhu Rong, it is impossible to hurt him.

The most important thing is, how can grilled food be grilled using the law of fire?

If Zhu Rong really foolishly used the law of fire to roast him, he could still take the opportunity to escape.

Thinking of this, Xiao Jinwu began to murmur in his heart.

Zhu Rong laughed loudly at Xiao Jinwu and said:

"Okay, grilling this is just what I like!"

"But your Golden Crow bloodline seems to be resistant to high temperatures. Let me extract your bloodline first and then roast you."

"Otherwise, it won't be cooked no matter how you bake it!"

Ah this...

This is different from what I imagined.

You know, the reason why Little Golden Crow is so confident is because of the Golden Crow bloodline.

If he didn't have the Golden Crow bloodline, he would definitely be nothing and would be burned alive.

Thinking of this, Xiao Jinwu's face became particularly ugly.

Gonggong was immediately excited when he heard this:

"Hahaha, this bloodletting matter must be left to me!

"Don't forget, I am the Ancestral Witch of Water. I can control the blood in its body and directly drain the water out of it. After all, blood is also water!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Xiao Jinwu's face turned pale again.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Pingshou, the ancestor of Jin, also opened his mouth and said:

"Use my sword. I am the Ancestral Witch of Jin. No one's sword is faster or sharper than mine!"

Saying this, Liao Shuo directly drew out his knife.

The bright sword was dangling in front of Little Golden Crow.

In just a moment, Xiao Jinwu was frightened by these three sturdy men and fainted.

Gonggong and other ancestral shamans all laughed.

At this time, Lu Feng grabbed the little Golden Crow and threw it into the bird cage.

Zhu Rong was stunned when he saw this, and then said to Lu Feng:

"Fellow Daoist Lu Feng, why did you put the little Golden Crow back?"

"Didn't you say you were going to bake it?"

Lu Feng glanced at Zhu Rong and said:

"This bird is my pet. If you want to eat it, you can catch it yourself."

As soon as these words came out, Zhu Rong felt a little uncomfortable.

He originally wanted to roast the little Golden Crow, then go to the heaven and eat it in front of Di Jun.

Di Jun was so angry that he didn't expect that the plan would be ruined now.

But Zhu Rong still decided to fight for it and said to Lu Feng:

"Fellow Taoist Lu Feng, you have to know that this is Jinwu, the son of that brat Di Jun."

"If we kill it, roast it over fire and eat it, then Di Jun will definitely be pissed to death by us!"

"At that time, without Di Jun as the Heavenly Emperor, how can the Demon Clan be the opponent of our Witch Clan?"

As soon as these words came out, Lu Feng couldn't help but roll his eyes.

The other ancestral witches also looked at Zhu Rong as if they were fools.

They really didn't expect that Zhu Rong, who had the soul and knew the number of days, was still the same as before, not only rude but also very brainless.

This Emperor Jun is the Demon Emperor of the Demon Clan.

Di Jun, who is the Demon Emperor of the Demon Clan, would be in ruins just because of the death of Little Golden Crow, and even the entire Demon Clan would no longer be a match for their Witch Clan.

The ancestral witches have already done this kind of thing.

The reason why I didn't do it is actually very simple. That's because this matter has no beginning at all.

Even if he kills Little Golden Crow, it will only make Di Jun sad for a while, or even disgusting for a while.

But if Zhu Rong said it like that, how could Dijun have grown from obscurity to the current scale?

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but sigh.

Zhu Rong heard everyone's sighs and couldn't help but said in confusion:

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

Zhu Rong was very puzzled.

His idea was so good, why did they sigh. Lu Feng patted Zhu Rong on the shoulder, then said to Zhu Rong:

"Fellow Taoist Zhu Rong, it is really a strange thing that you can survive until now!"

With that said, Lu Feng carried the birdcage and walked towards the outside of the Shaman Temple.

Then Hou Tu and Xuan Ming followed Lu Feng.

Hou Tu said to Lu Feng:

"Fellow Taoist Lu Feng. Let's go together!"