In the center of the prehistoric world, at the foot of Zhoushan, twelve figures sat cross-legged in a hall covered with gray fog. They all had strong auras and different figures.

A huge heart was suspended in the air directly in front of them, "Dongdongdongdongdong!" and "Dongdongdongdongdong!" was beating continuously. Below this heart, there was a blood pool of three meters in radius. The blood pool was bright red, and blood bubbles appeared from time to time. This scene seemed particularly glowing and made people stand upright.

These twelve people are no one else, but the twelve ancestor witches of the Witch Clan. What is floating in front of them is the heart left by Pangu, who together with this Pangu Temple suppress the fortune of the Witch Clan.

The blood pool below is also very important to the witch clan, because all witch clans are born from it. Of course, it does not mean that it can produce witch clans endlessly. The ancestor witches knew that there were three chances of birth, and each time they would produce 100 billion witch clans, with a gap of 20,000 years. After three times, the witch clans could only expand the clan by relying on natural reproduction, but the reproduction was much slower.

At this time, it was time for the first batch of witch clans to be born, so the twelve ancestor witches were very serious at this moment, staring at the blood pool and watching endlessly. Zhu Rong was most impatient. He saw that blood bubbles were constantly emerging in the blood pool, but the witch clan did not come out, and he was so anxious that his head was full of fire and he was very anxious.

"Why haven't come out yet? When will I wait? I'm so anxious."

Gonggong, who was standing by, usually likes to go against Zhu Rong, which is probably because the water and fire are hard tolerant. The two of them would fight each other at any time. Although they were still brothers who were blind dates, there was still a constant small friction. At this time, he saw Zhu Rong jumping up and down there anxiously, although he was also very anxious, he still couldn't help but sarcastically said:

"I said Zhurong, why are you yelling around there? You are just worried, we are not in a hurry, right? Can't you be quiet for a while and watch carefully?"

"Who are you talking nonsense about Gonggong? Do you want to fight? Brother will accompany you?"

"If you fight, just fight. Who is afraid of you? Let's see if I don't need heavy water to extinguish your little flames."

"You want to put out my fire, okay, go out and play, I have to roast you this time."

Seeing that the two were about to walk out of the hall, the old emperor Jiang couldn't stand it anymore. He was so angry that his eyes twitched. He walked forward and slapped him and scolded him:

"It's time, I know how to fight and fight. I stand quietly and watch. If anyone says one more word, I won't deal with him later."

Di Jiang's words were still very useful. Zhu Rong and Gonggong bowed their heads and went back to their positions honestly. Xuanming and Houtu, the only two female ancestor witches, looked at them, covered their mouths and chuckled. After their fuss, the previous tense atmosphere was relieved, and the ancestor witch Di Jiang was also amused by them.

After that, several people began to observe the situation in the blood pool again. At this moment, the blood in the pool rolled, a hundred times more violent than before. Blood bubbles popped out and then exploded, and then came out again. This kept repeating and then, the last drop of blood flew out of the pool, growing in the wind, and after landing, it turned into a witch clan. Their cultivation level was different. The highest was the Golden Immortal Cultivation, and the lowest was the fairyland, and the number of people was exactly 100 billion.

When the Twelve Ancestral Witches saw the situation in front of them, they were all overjoyed. After waiting for a long time, they finally had a good result. According to their respective attributes, they divided the 100 billion witch tribes into twelve tribes, which were scattered around the mountain. The Witch tribe finally looked like a clan.

Emperor Jiang Zuwu looked at his brothers and sisters and said with a smile:

"My brothers and sisters, now that the witch clan has begun to take shape, it is still difficult to compete with other races for the time being. You each lead a tribe and show it well. After the witch clan was born in the Blood Pond three times, it will be the time for us to compete for hegemony. As descendants of Father Pangu, we should govern this world opened by Father God, so that the tribes above the prehistoric world know the majesty of our descendants!"

"Yes, brother, we will do our best to develop our tribe. The prehistoric world can only belong to our witch clan."

The other ancestor witches said in unison.

"Okay, since that's the case, then we'll separate. See you again when the blood pool is opened in 20,000 years. Brothers, take care of yourselves!"

"Take care!" After saying that, everyone left Pangu Hall together and left Di Jiang, who was the only one who was behind. He will lead some of his tribe members to guard the place, waiting for another reunion in 20,000 years.

As the activities of the Wu clan near Zhoushan, the prehistoric world began to become lively, but there were naturally conflicts in places where there were people. The people of the Wu clan have always been afraid of heaven and earth, and only respected their father, Pangu, and others did not take it seriously. Moreover, when they were born, they had no soul and were not tomorrow because of the reason for absorbing the evil spirit.

However, the body is extremely strong and all the strength is concentrated in one. No creature in the same realm is the opponent of the witch clan. They kill creatures as food to maintain their lives. For a time, all creatures near Zhoushan suffered a catastrophe.

At this time, Di Jun and Taiyi happened to travel near Zhoushan. They had been traveling in the prehistoric world for thousands of years, witnessing the wonders of the prehistoric world and increasing their experience. In the process, they gathered a large number of subordinates. Both of them had ambitions and hoped that one day they could unify the prehistoric world and dominate the world.

So they made preparations when traveling, and when they met a good person, they would join their commands and strengthen their forces little by little. After years of hard work, they also conquered many powerful races. In order to reduce the sense of distance between various races, Di Jun collectively called all races the demon race.

He believed that all creatures that absorb the essence of the sun and the moon can be called monsters, and all monsters gather together to form a clan - the demon clan, and he wanted to unify the demon clan and dominate the prehistoric world.

From his conquered men, he knew that there was a race near Zhoushan called the Witch Clan; it was extremely cruel and killed all kinds of demon fellows to satisfy his desires. He hoped that Di Jun and Taiyi could go there and uphold justice for those dead people.

After hearing this, Di Jun was naturally willing to go there. First, he could gain more recognition from the demon clan; second, he also wanted to see what kind of race the witch clan was, and he could actually use the demon clan as food. He vaguely felt that the witch clan that appeared at this time had nothing to do with the twelve people who had fought against him and Taiyi before, so the two came here to find out.

They did not act recklessly. They first observed the situation of the witch clan from afar, and found that they were all strong and strong in their bodies. Under the same realm, one witch clan could deal with two demon clans. This situation made Di Jun very shocked. They could see that the individual witch clan was strong and if they grew stronger and could not be used by them, they would be in great trouble. So they prepared to be polite and then fight and try to conquer them.

It is naturally easy to win a great witch at their realm, but no matter what method they use, coercion and temptation, they cannot conquer him. He only has Pangu and the twelve ancestor witches in his heart. Even if he dies, he feels that he is returning to the arms of the Father God, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

In the end, there was no choice but to kill him, and then 66 consecutively captured many witch clans, but the result was the same, and they refused to surrender regardless of their cultivation level. Di Jun, Tai Yi and the other two were shocked. The cohesion of this race was so terrible and could not be conquered. They would definitely be the enemy of their demon clan in the future.

So they no longer had the idea of ​​subdue and began to make a tough move, killing a group of witch clans with about 10,000 people. This action quickly alarmed the ancestor witches stationed here, either, but the irritable Zhu Rong.

He heard the report from his subordinates, and he roared in anger. A gust of wind rushed to the place where things were settled. A big battle seemed to be inevitable.

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