Male god dominates the world [Quick Transmigration]

Each of the twelve ancestral witches has its own territory, and each of them is in charge of tens of thousands of clansmen. This number is quite a lot, but it is just a drop in the ocean on the Primordial Continent, not worth mentioning.

The Great Tribulation of the Liches was launched, and it was the time when the two races reached their peak. The number of the demon clan was hundreds of times that of the witch clan. development of.

After Hongjun preached, the strength of the Yaozu increased at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the only advantage of the Wuzu was about to be obliterated, and no one was not anxious.

This time, the twelve ancestor witches except Houtu gathered together precisely because of the severe situation in front of them.Originally, the discussion was the place of passion, but Zhu Rong ran out because of dissatisfaction with the strategy of temporarily accumulating strength.

There are quite a few people in Zu Wu who lost their temper, and they were unwilling to accept this humiliating retreat. Zhu Rong's departure was like lighting up a firecracker. It was a mess.

His arrival has also successfully attracted the attention of others. Although Gong Gong has a bad relationship with Zhu Rong, he rarely called Zhu Rong.

"Zhu Rong, what do you think?"

A little spark spewed out from Zhu Rong's nostrils. He rolled his eyes at Gong Gong, and said harshly: "It's not a big deal to shrink back! If you want to hit, hit it!"

Zhu Jiuyin said in a cold voice: "Beat? What do you use to fight? There is no extra big witch to take care of the land that was shot down a few days ago. If you fight again, except for adding a few wounded and dead people, you can only wait for the demon clan to resume the fight." Take it back!"

"Then don't let them take it back!" Zhu Rong said, with a wave of his hand, the flames immediately formed a detailed and vast map, with star-like orchids of cold fire all over it.

"These are the gathering places of the monster races. We don't need to stare at the monster races in the sky, and get rid of the ones that didn't go up first."

"What about after it's resolved?" Zhu Jiu said coldly, "Won't it return to the previous problem!"

"No, it won't." Zhu Rong smiled, with an arrogant and arrogant smile on his face, "I only marked a part of these monster races. You know, the monster race is not as united as us."

My own ethnic group has been exterminated, but nothing has happened to the hostile ethnic group on weekdays, and no one will be unresponsive to anyone.

The ancestral witches nodded repeatedly as they listened. They seemed to have forgotten that Zhu Rong should not be someone who would think of sowing discord, and how could the Yaozu expose the position of a vital group at this time.

With Zhu Rong's voice, the golden silk threads slowly spread throughout the room, and they quietly penetrated into the bodies of the ancestral witches, emitting the pure power of Pan Gu's blood essence, making them even stronger.

The ancestral witches fell into a strange frenzy. The more they listened to Zhu Rong's words, the more they were confused by the wonderful scene. This state became deeper and deeper, until Zhu Rong blurted out that he had found the method of the witch clan's cultivation. No one responded.

"This is the exercise left to us by God the Father!" Zhu Rong shouted loudly, "We should teach it to all the clansmen!"

The ancestral witches nodded in a daze, and echoed, "Yes, it should be taught to all the clansmen."

Destroying people and races is a sworn hatred. In the lessons learned from the Dragon and Phoenix Catastrophe, although the witches and monsters fought, they restrained each other, but this time, this tacit understanding disappeared without a trace.

Within three days, the monster clan wiped out six groups in a row, two races were killed to the point of extermination, and their bones and flesh were taken away by the witch clan. Some survivors went out during the day and turned into ghosts at night. The ground, not even the bones.

This tragic event was finally known by the Heavenly Court. Because of the absence of Emperor Jun Taiyi, the presiding officer became the Prime Minister of the Heavenly Court, and all officials listened.

The little demon who was avenging his grievances burst into tears, and the desolate situation made people feel angry. The prime minister slapped the table and stood up, angrily saying: "The witch clan bullies people too much!"

"Prime Minister calm down!" Someone remained calm, "The matter is of great importance, and we should wait for His Majesty to come back before discussing it!"

"Let him let the witch clan slaughter my monster clan!"

"The Witch Clan can't survive their own crimes! What kind of cause and effect is the extermination of the clan, they dare not do it again! If they do it again, the force of cause and effect can crush them to death!"

The more causes and effects, the heavier the karma. Even if no one needs to be killed, the way of heaven will teach these people a lesson.

Tianting believed that the Wu Clan was just venting their anger, and they didn't dare to act rashly. If there was another act of exterminating the clan, it would be Tiandao who stepped forward.

But I don't know if it's because the law of heaven has no eyes, or the luck of the witch clan is so strong that the monster clan is still exterminating the clan, but the witch clan is not only not punished, but their overall strength is on the rise.

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Wait a fart!

Crying monsters filled the Heavenly Court, and the golden thread they brought enveloped the palace in the sky. The Monster Race finally couldn't take it anymore, and those who advocated beating and those who advocated forbearance almost fought in court. A good heaven was divided into two halves .

Regardless of the outcome, the Yaozu's army finally met with the Wuzu.

The blood flowed like a river, and the slaughter was thousands of miles away. The more they fought, the deeper the hatred. The number of monsters and witches was shrinking at an unprecedented speed.

In Zixiao Palace, Hongjun opened his eyes, and he looked at Honghuang suspiciously.

There were wars and chaos on it, and the people were devastated.

The time is clearly not yet.

He pinched his fingers and calculated that the avenues and the heavens were all running smoothly, and he didn't see anything wrong.

That being the case, continue preaching.

Chaos prehistoric, as always.

When the preaching time came in 3000, everyone woke up from enlightenment, and the white-haired and white-eyed man on the high platform had disappeared without any surprise.

He walked through the lotus pond, and went straight into the bedroom at the back. Following the man's breath, he untied the barrier on the door.

He stepped into the hall, but his footsteps came down slightly in an instant.

Zhong Louyu was sleeping.

He was nestled in the thick quilt, his eyes were closed, and there was an evil smile on his lips. He didn't know what dream he had or who he was playing tricks on.

Hongjun walked to his side softly, sat down, eyelashes drooped, and Xuetong looked at him closely.

The beauty on the bed snorted softly, hugged the quilt tightly and rolled to the side, a pair of long white legs stretched out, draped over the big red quilt.

Hongjun's eyes fell on that long leg, and then slowly moved to Zhong Louyu's face, as if he was searching for something.

Arms tightened, Zhong Louyu buried his head in the quilt, his voice muffled.

"What are you looking at."

"Look at you." Hongjun replied honestly.

"What's there to see, it hasn't kept me locked up for so long."

"Don't make trouble."

With somewhat cold hands, Hongjun stuffed Zhong Louyu's legs into the quilt, wrapping them so tightly that even his pale face seemed to turn bloody.

Zhong Louyu lifted the quilt and sat up: "Hongjun, you don't know anything!"

He looked straight into those eyes, anger melting in the color of ice and snow.

Zhong Louyu suddenly felt a sense of frustration, wholeheartedly doing one thing for one person, but the other person didn't appreciate it at all. It was really unexpected that such a bloody plot would happen to him.

"I know." Hongjun's response was just a few simple words. He didn't seem to realize that there was something wrong with Zhong Louyu's words, so he repeated, "Don't make trouble, I've already made arrangements."

Zhong Louyu was gnashing his teeth angrily, seeing that Gujing Wubo's face became even more furious, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the person in front of him, and said viciously: "You better not talk with your mouth!"

He opened his lips threateningly, exposing his white teeth, and kissed the light-colored thin lips.

It was kissing and biting, Zhong Louyu seemed to treat Hongjun's lips as food, biting and tearing, and when the two separated, the bitten lips were bright red.

Zhong Louyu panted lightly, and rubbed Hongjun's lips with his thumb, "I want to hear you moan more than talking."

He chuckled, and looked at Hongjun's eyes with admiration. The whispers from the devil lured the fairy into the unknown abyss.

Zhong Louyu hooked his neck, and as soon as he exerted force, the two of them fell on the soft bed.

Lips and teeth are close to each other, the warm breath communicates in the small space, the body is close to the body, the temperature is sweet and lingering.

When Zhong Louyu woke up, he had already arrived in the bathing pool. In the huge pool, steam rose up, and the white-haired man lowered his eyes, focusing on washing his body.

"I'll do it later" Zhong Louyu yawned, turned around and fell into Hongjun's arms.

Being rubbed against his body, especially the lower part, Hongjun's body froze, just when Zhong Louyu showed a smug smile, his waist was pinched severely: "Can you bear it here?"

The soreness seemed to explode, spreading from the waist to the whole body, Zhong Louyu arched his back, and pressed his waist tremblingly.

This bastard!

He narrowed his eyes, cursing inwardly.

Wei Liang's arms wrapped around Zhong Lou Yu from behind, and Hong Jun held him in his arms, carried him to the edge of the pool, and rubbed his waist carefully.

Stretching his slender limbs, this proud man handed over his back to him unsuspectingly, and wanted to command.

One side hurts for a while, and the other side sores.

Hongjun quietly obeyed the command, and everyone who worked hard would give a compliment when he saw it. The little ancestor under his hand felt comfortable serving him, and the screams of pain finally disappeared. He watched the people moaning and enjoying the service by the pool. His eyes couldn't help but move down.

Under the tight waist, there is a round buttocks, the skin seems to be shining white under the water, and this person twists his waist from time to time, which seems to be a temptation.

Zhong Louyu was lying on the edge of the pool, thinking about how to hold Hongjun back. At this time, the luck of the two Lich clans had not yet reached their peak, and they started killing each other, which was completely unreasonable.Even if he borrowed the aura of Dao in his mind to cover it up, it would not be easy.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly noticed that the two hands on his waist stopped. He turned his head dissatisfied, only to find that Hongjun's eyes were fixed on a certain place.

An evil smile appeared on the corner of his lips, Zhong Louyu was about to show off his charm, but Hongjun moved even faster.

There was only a white shirt in the pocket, and he was picked up, dried and wrapped into the bed, all in one go.

When he reacted, he was the only one left in the room.

Zhong Louyu clutched his white shirt with a dark face, gritted his teeth, and said every word.

"Hong! Jun!"

The author has something to say: What do you think Mr. Zhong thinks about the failure of sex?

Zhong Louyu (black face): Chop it up and feed it to the dog!