As the war ended, Tang Feng took Monkey and others to leave the battlefield.

With Tang Feng's departure, the prehistoric world fell into a brief silence because of the first Lich War. However, as long as the prehistoric creatures with some abilities know that this is just the tranquility before the storm, they believe that there will definitely be another war between the two tribes, and it will be like never to die. After all, there are ten princes in the Heavenly Court, how can the demon clan be so easy to let it go?

And this is true. After several years of tranquility in the prehistoric world, Di Jun, who was immersed in the pain of losing his son every day, was awakened again.

However, although the hatred in his heart was awakened, the thought of Pangu's true body in the Witch Clan made him a little discouraged. The Pangu's true body was too powerful, and his breath was as good as a saint. If he really did, he believed that his power was not much smaller than that of the saint.

Besides a saint Nuwa, there is nothing in his demon clan that can resist. This is why Di Jun has been hesitating. He has not found a solution to Pangu's true body of the Witch Clan, and he dare not take action easily.

After all, as the emperor of the demon clan, Di Jun must consider things comprehensively. Otherwise, if he asks the demon clan soldiers to die for nothing, what qualifications does he have to be the Heavenly Emperor of the demon clan?

He hesitated so much, but Xihe, the mother of Jinwu Tenzi, was crying all day long. Her son was nine out of ten. Whenever she thought of their tragic death, her heart twitched and painful.

Xihe already knew the whole story. Even if the ten golden crows burned the vast land, she didn't think there was any problem. After all, her son is one of the most noble people in the world. What's wrong with burning some irrelevant ants?

What made Xihe most angry was that several years have passed. Every time she went to Di Jun to ask him to capture Houyi, who killed his nine children, Di Jun would perfunctorily tell her that time was not enough and told her to endure it.

Just kidding, nine of his ten sons died, how could Xihe endure it? So every time he went to Di Jun, he would make a big fuss, and finally parted in an unhappy way, and the relationship between the husband and wife began to break down.

Today, after a big fuss with Di Jun, Xihe returned to his bedroom crying and stayed in a closed door.

At this time, Di Jun's other wife, Changxi, came to Xihe's bedroom. In recent years, she also felt that Di Jun had passed away. Not only did she not help her son to avenge her, but she also cried out every time. So every time at this time, she would come to comfort Xihe, hoping that she would be better.

"Sister." Changxi walked into the bedroom and shouted softly at Xihe who was lying on the bed sobbing.

Upon hearing this, Xihe raised his head with tears in his eyes, and wiped it a few handfuls on his face. Seeing that it was Changxi, he slowly said, "Sister is here, sit down."

Xihe didn't want any image anymore, so she gave a seat on the bed. Their sisters had a good relationship, and she was not afraid of Changxi's ugly appearance when she saw her.

"Sister, have you gone to find the Emperor of Heaven again? I have told you how many times it has been said. Crying too much is not good for your health. Don't cry anymore." Changxi sat down and wiped the lost part of Xihe's face. As innate gods, what they shed was not ordinary tears.

"I don't want to do it either, but you see, it's been a few years since my nine sons' bones are not cold. I just asked the Emperor of Heaven to capture the murderer who killed my son. He kept pushing and stopping. Do you think I can't be sad? After all, that's his son. How could he be so cruel?" When he mentioned Di Jun, Xihe's tears fell again, as if he had thought of something sad.

"Sister, the Emperor of Heaven also has difficulties with the Emperor of Heaven. He is not only a father, but also the emperor of the demon clan. Therefore, he cannot do things with a temporary pleasure, but also has to consider the billions of people of the demon clan." Seeing Xihe crying again, Changxi hurriedly said.

After saying that, he said without a pause, and said, "And the witch clan has now created a Pangu real body, which can be comparable to a saint. Do you think about it now? So you also have to think from the perspective of others. In fact, the Heavenly Emperor is more painful than anyone else in his heart, but he has no choice but to do anything. No saint in the demon clan can be called, so before he can solve the Pangu real body, everything can only be patient for the time being."

Changxi's statement is reasonable and well-founded. If they can be the queen of the world, they will definitely not be worthy of being the queen of the world. If they can't imagine these things, they will not be worthy of being the queen of the world.

"Honest, how long will I endure it? If I can't solve the true body of Pangu in my life, wouldn't I be able to avenge my nine sons in my life?"

Xihe roared loudly, there was the warmth and softness that was as soft as jade, and the revenge of these nine golden crows was almost becoming a devil in her heart.

When Changxi saw this scene, he knew that this would not work. If Xihe was allowed to hold this hatred in his heart, he might be obsessed with it. Xihe is her best sister and she would not be able to let it develop.

Thinking of this, Changxi's mind moved and said, "Sister, since the Emperor of Heaven does not take action, we can do it ourselves, come and see."

When Xihe heard Changxi say this, his heart moved and suddenly came back to his senses, yes, since the Emperor of Heaven does not agree to take action, then as the queen, can't she catch a small big witch?

Thinking of this, Xihe leaned her head against Changxi, wanting to hear what she could do.

The two queens whispered to each other for a while, and finally Xihe hesitated: "Is this really OK?"

"Don't worry, as long as you don't leave any saints, even the saints can't find it." Changxi was very confident about his plan and answered affirmatively.

"Your maid is sure that it is reliable?" Xihe asked out the last bit of doubt.

"Don't worry, sister, Ehuang is the maid I brought to the old age since I was a child, and this is still very reliable." Changxi said.

"Okay, since that's the case, then follow what my sister said. I want Houyi to live or die." Xihe left all his doubts and said with a ferocious look on his face.

"Okay, sister, don't cry anymore. I'll go down now and you'll see results soon. Then you will get what you want." Changxi comforted Xihe, then turned around and left Xihe's bedroom.

She had trouble for her sister, and even if Di Jun blamed her, she wouldn't care.

But she didn't know that her trip was the fuse of the next war. People often say that behind successful men there is a woman who silently supports them. When this woman no longer stands behind her, it is a typical case of killing people and not paying their lives.

As the Emperor of Heaven, Di Jun was unaware of all this. He was now using wine in the hall to suppress the hatred in his body, cup by cup, without stopping. He did not use his magic power to dissolve the power of alcohol, and just let the drunkenness come to his head.

Nine of his ten sons went there, and he was also very sad at this moment when he was the Emperor of Heaven in this vast land.

"Brother, cheer up." Taiyi suddenly appeared in the hall and snatched the wine pot from Di Jun's hand.

Looking at the depressed Di Jun, Taiyi's face was gloomy. You should know that Di Jun is not just a father, he is also an emperor of the demon clan. What do he think about the ministers below when he is so depressed every day?

"Wine, bring the wine to me." Di Jun was drunk and his eyes were blurred. The bottle in his hand suddenly disappeared, which made him angry and he started to drink.

"Brother, I'm so disappointed that you are like this now." Taiyi was also angry and threw the bottle in his hand to the ground. With a bang, the wine from the broken bottle spilled out, and the smell of wine spread across the hall.

"I know that the death of the nine nephews has a great blow to you, but the demon clan still hopes you will take charge of the overall situation." Taiyi pulled Di Jun from the chair with a grudge.
Chapter completed!