Witch clan, Pangu Temple.

Seeing the incident of sucking blood of the demon clan one after another, the twelve ancestor witches were very happy at this time.

But after laughing, the problem arises.

Although the demon clan created the characters of Wanxian Alliance and Kunpeng to share the fortune of the demon clan, their luck was also entangled with the demon clan, and in the end, the overall fortune of the demon clan inevitably strengthened.

Even at this time, the overall luck of the demon clan had surpassed their witch clan.

Fortunately, the demon clan is not in harmony now, otherwise his witch clan would have a headache.

"Brother, let's take this opportunity to destroy Di Jun and the others." Zhu Rong suggested that it would be difficult to miss this time and have the next opportunity.

"That Taiyi, Nuwa, and Di Jun are all quasi-saints. Apart from taking out their trump cards, our witch clan has little chance of winning." Di Jiang replied.

If possible, how could he not want to destroy the demon clan?

Just when the other ancestor witches were a little disappointed, Di Jiang said again: "Di Jun can't move for the time being, but we can attack the Beiming land. Kunpeng will also occupy the luck of many demon clans at this time."

Because after Kunpeng created the character, the overall luck of the demon clan increased, he also saw Di Jiang, which made him very unhappy.

In addition, Kunpeng, who is alone in Beiminghai, can completely defeat the opponent with his twelve ancestor witches.

If you can kill Kunpeng, I think the fortune of the demon clan that has not yet stabilized will be greatly damaged.

"Brother, you go, I won't go, little sister." Hou Tu said at this time.

Everyone looked at Houtu, and after Houtu released a little breath, everyone understood that Houtu was about to break through.

"Okay, little sister, you just happen to be in charge of the base camp to prevent the demons from coming to steal the house." Di Jiang agreed.

Then, the ancestor witches began to discuss how to deal with Kunpeng.

And just when the Witch Clan had an idea, the demon clan was also discussing how to deal with the Kunpeng issue.

Although the overall fortune of the demon clan has increased a lot due to Kunpeng, the same is true for this dispersed fortune is not what they want.

"Select or kill?" Fuxi said.

Although he is the only one of the four emperors of the demon clan who has not yet been promoted to quasi-saint, no one dares to underestimate the other party. After all, there is Nuwa, the quasi-saint behind the other party.

"Seeking, the number of hostile people you will face next is quite large." Di Jun said.

"Okay, I will send Yingzhao to the North Sea later." Fuxi said.

After hearing this, Di Jun and Taiyi and the other two knew that Fuxi was going to participate in the seizure of power. After all, Yingzhao was the one who defected to Nuwa.

However, even though they were unhappy, they still didn't show it on their faces.

"By the way, has the matter of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance been a result?" Di Jun suddenly asked.

After hearing this, Fuxi shook his head and said, "I just put a chess piece in, but I haven't made any moves yet."

"That's it. I think there will be no war with the Wanxian Alliance in a short time. Why didn't Emperor Xi take advantage of this time to be promoted to the quasi-saint? After all, Emperor Xi should be one line away from breaking through to the quasi-saint." Di Jun said with a smile.

But this seems to be concerned, but in fact it is planned to let Fuxi retreat to the second line for the time being.

Fuxi naturally understood this, but he smiled slightly and responded happily.

"Since the two demon emperors have such good intentions, I just happened to practice."

Fuxi's answer made Di Jun narrow his eyes slightly, and he was increasingly confused about Fuxi's purpose.

But this is good. If he doesn't tear his face, he will have the confidence to take back all the rights in the next time.

At this time, Fuxi stood up, said a few words, and said goodbye and left.

After Fuxi left, Taiyi asked, "Brother, do I need to kill those traitors?"

"No, those demon saints are useful." Di Jun replied, and then used a magic power.

After a while, Bai Ze arrived.

"Bai Ze, next you will be responsible for the chess pieces sent by Emperor Xi to the Dong Prince, and be sure to get the result as soon as possible."

"yes."

After a few simple conversations, Bai Ze left again, but he was speechless.

"If I let this piece of chess piece instruct the piece, this demon king is really good at playing."

Thinking of this, Bai Ze passed the news back to Wuliang Mountain.

As for whether there will be a reply, he doesn't care. This is the consciousness of being a chess piece.

But what he didn't expect was that Shi Lei really wrote back to him.

"Have fun."

This sentence made Bai Ze stunned for a moment, but then he understood what he meant.

"This kind of person who plays chess on the spot feels really exciting."

After saying that, Bai Ze was about to go back and study how to play chess.

But Shi Lei, who was in Wuliang Mountain, was making persimmon cakes at this time.

That's right, it's persimmon cake.

When he found Yuesheng on the Wanguo Tree, he wanted to eat persimmon cakes as soon as he found it.

Compared with other dried fruits that require honey to increase the taste, the persimmon cake itself satisfies its taste.

So, he has been very motivated after a long time.

I don’t know if this behavior is contagious. While he was busy making persimmon cakes, many creatures from Wuliang Mountain also began to develop food.

For a time, the entire Wuliang Mountains were filled with a large amount of delicious fragrance.

This result also made Wuchang and the two of them busy. After all, they were the only ones interested in tasting.

The result is that in just three hundred years, every creature from Wuliang Mountain was pulled out and he was a chef who could graduate.

For a moment, Shi Lei suddenly felt that his painting style of Wuliang Mountain had gone wrong.

Fortunately, everyone's practice has also improved, otherwise he would have to ban the fire from below and cook.

After putting away the new batch of persimmon cakes, Shi Lei looked at the third chef competition in Wuliangshan. The contestants were the patriarchs of the five clans, and the judges were Wuchang, Su Nu and Hu.

"Although the chef is still weak, he has also taken his own path."

As he said that, Shi Lei's eyes were a little surprised.

Because he discovered that the chef heart of the five clans is not one person, but one clan.

One clan supports one clan leader, and the clan leader also leads the growth of the clans.

"Their path is still wrong. This kind of chef's heart is a person from the dark cuisine world in the comics."

As he said that, he planned to give him some good teaching after the game, so as not to cause any stain on his Wuliang Mountain lineage.

And at this time, the patriarch of the five clans served the food.

With just one glance, Shi Lei couldn't help but shake his head.

"Sure enough, one step is wrong, one step is wrong. If one clan supports one person, the mixed but impure heart of the kitchen is simply unsightly."

As he said that, his eyes looked at Wuchang, Su Nu and Hu Zhu.

He can forgive the mistakes of the clan leader of the fifth clan, but if these three people cannot find the problem, then he needs to chat with them.

The Wuchang and the other two who were about to taste the dishes suddenly shivered at this moment, and they felt a terrible malice.

"Why do I feel bad?" Wuchang said softly.

Su Nu nodded after hearing this and said, "Dissolve it quickly, and go to the master's place to ask the reason later."

"Okay." As soon as Wuchang finished speaking, he saw that Fu Zhu had finished eating.

"Not bad, not bad, the taste is more complicated, making people think and afraid." Fu Zhu gave an evaluation.

Wuchang, the two of the Sumi raised their eyebrows after hearing this, took a small mouthful, and said in unison: "No."
Chapter completed!