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Chapter 102: Each Shows His Magical Powers

Watching his tribe suffer but unable to do his best is indeed the most painful thing in the world. For Houtu, I believe that no one can do this in this vast land. Apart from the old Taoist Hongjun, he no longer belongs to the category of human nature.

The old ghost Hongjun said that he had likes and dislikes and emotions, but Chen Yuyang still expressed doubts about this. After all, being able to watch the human race suffer, and his heart moved and tampered with the secrets of heaven. This practice can only explain two situations. First, the old Taoist Hongjun still cannot transcend the control of the heavenly way. Second, in Hongjun's view, the human race is just ant and there is no need to care.

However, Chen Yuyang seemed to be more inclined toward the second type. After all, Hongjun showed relatively generous and tolerant to the demon clan and the witch clan. Otherwise, in this battle to slaughter the human race, the demon clan would inevitably have some people as puppets of the great disaster and then disappear on the prehistoric land.

As for the witch clan, it is even more obvious that Hongjun can personally come forward to protect the witch clan, but perhaps he only gives Pangu face. After all, the witch clan is transformed by Pangu's essence and blood, so he should respectfully call Pangu a Father God. Hongjun can not give anyone face in this world, but Pangu still has to give face.

Although Pangu has passed away, people know whether Pangu can still have the power to shake this vast land after it passes away.

When the human race and the witch tribe fought, it can be said that the human race won. Because the weak human race defeated the powerful witch tribe for the first time in frontal battle on the prehistoric land, retaining the fire of the human race. But it can also be said to be a situation where both sides suffer losses. After all, the human race and the witch tribe were damaged by each other. Moreover, the human race was much more damaged than the witch tribe.

After the battle of the Qingqiu Mountains, the human race did not return to the North Sea, but migrated east along the Qingqiu Mountains and not far from the Buzhou Mountains, which was the Huanghuai Plain. It is also the birthplace of the human race in later generations. The two great rivers, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, were nourished, and the human race began to gradually change from a blood-food life to a farming life.

The calm human race began to reproduce peacefully again. After the trauma of war, the human race also developed extremely fast.

After this battle, the Wu clan would also lick its wounds. In the battle, the Wu clan lost more than one million troops. Now the twelve Wu tribes have almost reached the point of lack of manpower, and even the most basic urban construction is difficult to complete. Moreover, the reproduction and reproduction of the Wu clan is much longer than that of the human race.

However, under this heavenly way, you are a damn person after all, so the heavenly way cannot give you the chance to reproduce and revive. The disaster of the Lich War is approaching, and it can be said that it is about to break out. There is no comparison between the already weak witch clan and the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan, which is so powerful that it is no match for.

Therefore, it would be a sin to take advantage of the situation to eliminate the witch clan.

In the heavenly court of the demon clan, Di Jun, who was already vaguely breaking through the realm, Taiyi, who held the Donghuang Zhong with his hands, and the demon master Kunpeng and the divine beast Lu Wu, formed a secret meeting group. He was racking his brains to prepare for a battle against the witch clan. As the saying goes, the lean camel is bigger than a horse. Although the witch clan slandered his vitality in one battle, the twelve ancestor witches are still there, and there is even a saint.

Although the demon clan heaven may not know that Houtu has been sealed in the sea of ​​blood by Chen Yuyang, and it will not be able to leave the Nine Netherworlds for 100,000 years. However, they still have to place the powerful Houtu saint in it. Because no one knows whether Houtu will eventually burst out with an unimaginable force.

As he kept knocking on the table, Di Jun said with a look of ugly expression: "Now my demon clan's heaven is unstoppable, and the witch clan is already at the sunset. This battle is originally a battle without any suspense. But don't forget that the twelve ancestor witches are still there, and the saint of Houtu are still there, so we must plan carefully!"

Kunpeng giggled and said, "The Demon Emperor is too worried. This battle is a battle that determines the domination of power in the prehistoric world. There are saints in the Witch Clan, and my demon Clan also have them. I am willing to go to the Imperial Palace with Donghuang to lobby the Saint of Nuwa. At that time, one-on-one, as long as we entangle Houtu, our chances of winning can be said to be 100%!"

Donghuang Taiyi seemed not so optimistic. He was a human being in his two lives, so he naturally knew what the Lich War needed to be decided. Once it was not handled properly, there would be another disaster in the future. Even with the Saint Nuwa, he still felt that it was unsafe. There were too many saints on this vast land, so he could not tell clearly who would be plotted against. On the side of his demon clan, he should be careful.

"The demon master said something, but the demon master should not forget that there are too many saints in this vast land. Each of them can kill all the bloodlines of my demon clan's heavenly court!" Donghuang Taiyi said alertly.

Kunpeng immediately smiled and said, "Donghuang is worried too much!"

Di Jun was still beating the table and pondering for a long time before saying, "The second brother said this is not too much. I think we have two ways to go now. One is to wait until I become a saint before we fight. The other is to go to Qingyang Island and ask Qingyang Taoist to help us, so that we can be foolproof!"

It’s not Di Jun and Taiyi’s mother-in-law, but the reality is like this. Who knows whether Yuanshi Laozi and Zhunti will come out to disrupt the situation. As long as one comes out, the muddy water will be difficult to deal with, so going to Qingyang Island is a must-do.

Taiyi of Donghuang thought for a while and said, "Let's do this, my brother and Kunpeng go to the Imperial Palace of Wa, and ask my brother to go to Qingyang Island in person, that's great!"

"This is the most appropriate!" Di Jun nodded and said.

However, how could the Witch Clan never think of what the Demon Clan Heavenly Court could think of? So, just as the Demon Clan Heavenly Court was constantly calculating, the Witch Clan began to get busy. Di Jiang and Zhu Rong had appeared in Shouyang Mountain and the Eight Scenery Palace, while Xuan Ming and Gong went to the Yuxu Palace of Kunlun Mountain.

As for the wood god Jumang, he traveled thousands of miles to the Western Paradise.

In the Eight Scenery Palace, I kept instigating the flames in the furnace. Looking at Di Jiang and Zhu Rong with a begging look, I nodded gently and said, "I already know your purpose. As the leader of the human race, I should be secretly happy that I have not held you responsible for slaughtering the human race. You should be secretly happy. You even want me to protect your witch clan lineage? Don't you wait too much?"

Di Jiang and Zhu Rong looked at each other, and they had already expected this result, but even though they knew there was a tiger in the mountain, they would still go to Tiger Mountain. After all, Di Jiang and Zhu Rong felt that as a saint, I would never kill people in his own temple. After a while, Di Jiang and Zhu Rong finally left the Bajing Palace dejectedly.hf();
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