After the Ancestral Witches of the Ancestral Dragon Tribe gathered, a bloody storm suddenly broke out in the vast land.

First, there was a witch tribe who used the excuse of human beings occupying the land and robbing food, and various small frictions began to break out. The witch tribe was powerful and the human beings were weak. Every time they fought, there were hundreds or thousands of people who could not fight against one. The so-called wise man fight against hundreds of enemies with one force, but at this time it was completely inappropriate. In the face of absolute power, small wisdom was a bit too small. Moreover, the witch tribe was still prepared. Fortunately, the witch tribe was just a small fight for the time being. After all, there was still a saint who had not passed the level of the saint.

Seeing that there was already some friction between the witch tribes, Zhu Jiuyin and other ancestor witches felt that it was time to meet the Supreme Lord. The witch tribe then prepared many gifts for worship. They either took the essence of stars, or collected turtles and beasts, searched for the prehistoric world, and took out all the inventory, but they also collected many rare treasures and birds. After all, I am a saint, so how can ordinary things be regarded? Giving gifts to the witch tribe is just a gesture.

At this time, I still lived in Shouyang Mountain. I was afraid that the time had not come, so I had not gone to the thirty-three days to build a temple. There were more human disciples in the sect. The human religion had already taken shape.

During this trip to Shouyang Mountain, the ancestor witch did not set up any venue, just Zhu Jiuyin and Xuanming. When they arrived at Shouyang Mountain, they saw a gangster's future, and there was no way to go. They could not enter the mountain, and the saint's temple was indeed different.

While the two were distressed, they saw a boy in golden clothes walking towards him. But there was a boy in golden clothes: his body was wrapped in golden clothes, his hair was tied into small horns, and one was standing on one side; as his eyes opened and closed, there was a hidden light, containing the aura of immortal pills, but his cultivation was not weak, and I was afraid that he would not have the strength of the mid-stage Xuanxian.

The boy held the whisk in his hand and walked to the two of them, sang a promise: "The person who came was Zhu Jiuyin and Xuanming's two ancestor witches?"

This trip to Shouyang Mountain was originally something to ask for, but the two ancestor witches were easy to cultivate and were not annoyed by the boy's tone.

“It’s us.”

"I am under the seat of the Grand Prince. The teacher has an order and let the two of them follow me to meet you." The Golden Horn Boy said, not taking the two ancestor witches seriously.

Seeing this, Xuan Ming seemed to want to speak, but was stopped by Zhu Jiuyin.

"There is Taoist Master Jinjiao." The two ancestor witches then followed into Shouyang Mountain. The palace where I was located was called the Bajing Palace of Xuandu, so I had a disciple named Xuandu Master, which meant that I was the first person under my seat.

After entering the Eight Scenery Palace, I was wandering in Taixu without caring about the two ancestor witches. However, the power of the saint was faintly pressing towards Zhu Jiuyin and Xuanming. The two ancestor witches struggled to resist, but when they saw this, they could only speak out and tell themselves where they came from.

"The ancestor witch of the Witch Clan, Zhu Jiuyin (Xuanming), see the Grand Master of Xuandu Tian Shang, the saint Jin An. We admire the reputation of Laojun, and come to pay homage." Although the two ancestor witches were unwilling, they were all ants under the saints. What if they were unwilling to do so? The two took out two bracelets made by the secret witch clan and placed them on the incense table in front, but they were filled with congratulations.

"I heard for a long time that Laojun is the leader of the People's Education, but this time we came here for the witch struggle. The human race reproduction was too fast, which has affected the development of the witch clan, so many struggles occurred. It is so that the saints can learn that we support and recognize the preaching of the people's education, but it is just a little friction..." Although Zhu Jiuyin knew that these scenes were not useful, after all, the witch clan's intentions were not unaware of the witch clan, but I still have to say that if you don't tear your face, the scenes are the most suitable words.

I dissipated the power of the saint, turned to Qingming, opened my eyes, glanced at the two ancestor witches who were bowing down, and said, "I know what you are doing when you come here. What people's education values ​​are the inheritance of Taoism and the fortune of the great religion. Although you have many killings in your own way, it is also..."

I was halfway through and stopped. Since the witch clan has arrived, after calculating, the cause and effect will naturally be clear. It is not that saints are omnipotent, but chances are just like such things that come to the door, or do intentionally, to calculate the worldly affairs. The way of heaven is vast, how can the saints know it? Cause and effect are so complicated. Moreover, once someone interferes with the secrets of Yin and Yang, it will become more and more difficult to peek at the secrets of heaven.

What the witch clan thought was that although the killing was so terrible that it hurt the heavens. But I had an idea to practice the secrets of heaven in advance.

"This is a cheap thing. But you must remember that I am a human orthodox man, so I will not ruin my great fortune and disobey my great way."

With a wave of my hand, I sent away the two ancestor witches. After a moment of calculation, I took out the Tai Chi diagram and took a stroke in the air. The saint's great technique was instantly used. He shouted lightly, but it was a mess of the secrets.

"Hmph, demon clan, you're going to look good this time." I called the disciple Donghua Zhenren and gave an order, but I was going to go to the second meeting of the Kunlun Mountain to discuss Taoism.

In the palace of Wa, Nuwa was about to get up and rush to Kunlun Mountain to conduct the second discussion of Taoism. When her mind moved, she got down and stood quietly in front of the palace.

Donghuang Taiyi looked worried and arrived at the Wa Palace. After seeing Nuwa outside the palace from afar, he stopped and went up to see him.

"The Emperor of Heaven and Emperor Dong had seen the Demon Emperor Saint." The Emperor Dong bowed his hand and focused on the word "Demon Emperor".

"Dong Emperor, you are not in the Donghuang Tiandi Palace, but you are here to my Imperial Palace, what's wrong?" Nuwa said with a smile, and the meaning in her words seemed to be looking down on Donghuang. Although she belongs to the emperor of the demon clan, she has a false reputation. She has many dislikes with the Emperor Donghuang Taiyi, who holds real power. The saints also have likes and dislikes, and sometimes they are more stubborn.

"It's so that the Empress can learn that the Emperor Dong has realized something recently. The Lich fights twice may not be far away. Although Zhu Rong died in the Witch Clan, its foundation has not been shaken. However, the Senior Brother Di Jun of our clan lost the River Map and suffered heavy losses." When Emperor Dong saw Nuwa's attitude, he couldn't help but curse in his heart, "You have become a saint, and you will never be beaten up. You are so cold to my demon clan. "I hope the Empress will tell you what the demon clan has to win."

Nuwa is a demon clan after all. Although she can't stand the behavior of Donghuang and others, she is extremely concerned about the survival of the demon clan. After calculating, she said, "I think the witch clan seems to have some intentions, but the secrets of heaven are unclear. I'm afraid someone will mess up the Yin and Yang." Nuwa said, walking back and forth, thinking silently in her heart. "The witch clan's reliance is nothing but the witch body. Although it is so powerful, it is not everything that can be destroyed. You only need to refine a sword. This sword must be made of the essence of the four gold objects in the prehistoric earth, mixed with the essence of stars, using the heaven and earth as the furnace, and the essence of the living beings as the blood. Combined with the 9981-year effort, it should be formed."

After hearing what Nuwa said, Donghuang recorded it and said, "Since the Empress is a saint, if she takes action personally, the little witch clan will be all native chickens and tiles. Under the saints, the witch clan is just like a mantis armed with a chariot, a slap in a shaking tree, and a slap in a shaking tree, and a swaying against a tree, and a small witch clan cannot resist."

When Nuwa heard what Dong Emperor said, she felt unbearable. She then shook her hand and sent off Dong Emperor. The Lich battle, the great disaster of the prehistoric world. If she took action, the Lich war would come faster and more fiercely. How could she reveal the secrets of heaven and violate the laws of heaven and tell the Dong Emperor that the future Lich war will eventually be better than the human race. What she did was just to try her best to keep the demon race comprehensive.

Donghuang was sent back to the Heavenly Palace of the Immortal Realm in an instant, and was still marveling at the saint's great magic, but Nuwa's voice sounded in his mind.

"I think the Hetu seems to be destined to Di Jun, so I can just have a good life in the future."

[Everyone insists, Xiaoyu finally made it to the first place in the newcomer’s weekly list. For the long-term development of this book, I need to control the update speed of the week. I will definitely save the manuscript with all my strength and prepare the plot. After next week, I will reply and update with all my strength.

After coding this chapter, my friend told me that today is Mother's Day. My mother had just given birth to a younger sister last year and her hair turned much white. If you readers have a mother about 45 years old, you should be able to feel it. The little fish cannot repay her mother's hard work, and she cannot even call a greeting. My mother is very conservative, and I am afraid she will not even know about Mother's Day. When she called back on Mother's Day last year, her mother blamed Xiaoyu for wasting her phone bill!!!

Xiaoyu once again stated that he would not be a eunuch, and he would strive to earn some meager royalties and reduce the burden on his family.]

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