Prehistoric: God-level choice, take Zhao Gongming at the beginning

Chapter 196 The Lich backhand battle begins!
Di Jun quickly stopped them, "What are you going to do?"

"If you don't help your sons get revenge, we will go there ourselves."

Xihe and Chang Xi's beautiful eyes were full of hatred.

They wished they could capture Dayi right now and cut him to pieces with a thousand knives, breaking his body into pieces ten thousand times.

"You can't go."

This time, Di Jun did not let them move, but directly stopped in front of them with a strong voice.

"Di Jun, what do you mean? It doesn't matter if you don't want to avenge your sons, but you are still stopping us."

Di Jun slowly suppressed the anger in his heart and said in a deep voice, "I will avenge the children. During this period of time, you stay in the heaven and don't go anywhere. I will definitely let the Wu clan pay with their blood." "

Di Jun dropped these words and left the Demon Emperor's Palace directly.

When he was in Buzhou Mountain before, he wanted to go to war with the Wu Clan directly, but in the end, reason prevailed over impulse.

He wants to return to Heaven, fight with the Wu clan to the death with the best condition of Heaven.

But before the battle, he must be prepared to leave the last fire for the demon clan.

If this battle is won, then everyone will naturally be happy, and the dominance of heaven in the wild will be just around the corner.

Even if you are defeated, the fire will still be there, but it will not be completely defeated.

After leaving the Demon Emperor's Palace, Emperor Jun immediately summoned the Seven Demon Saints, Demon Saint Kunpeng, Emperor Xi Fuxi, and 360 five titled Great Luo Xingjun to discuss matters.

This discussion lasted for three days and three nights before it ended.

After Bai Ze came out, he quietly left the heaven with Feilian, Yingzhao, Shang Yang, Ji Meng and other five demon saints, taking the promoted Shijin Wuluya with him.

No one knew where they went, and no one dared to ask.

The other two demon saints, Kunpeng, Fuxi, and the five Da Luo demon gods of 360 began to actively prepare for the war.

First of all, there is the trump card of Heaven, the Zhoutian Star Formation.

In this formation, under the consideration of Emperor Jun and Dong Huangtai day and night, all the shortcomings and flaws were made up.

It has reached the point where the formation is extremely terrifying and flawless!
There is only one way to break a flawless formation, and that is to break it with great magic power.

While the Heavenly Court continues to take action, countless demon kingdoms on the ground are also constantly being mobilized.

The resources accumulated over countless thousands of years are continuously transported to heaven like a long dragon.

On the Monster Clan's side, there was constant movement, and on the Witch Clan's side, there was naturally constant action.

With Mount Buzhou as the center and a radius of countless miles, all the Wu clans began to gather towards Mount Buzhou.

Apparently the Witch Clan is also consolidating its combat power and preparing for a decisive battle with the Monster Clan.

There was no one in Pangu Hall except Di Jiang, who rubbed his eyebrows with his hands.

After a while, I finally made up my mind to let the ten ancestral witches come in.

"Brother, what are you thinking about in there alone?"

"That's right. If you have any ideas, tell us and we can figure it out together."

"Brother, are you still worried about heaven's affairs?"

"There will be a battle sooner or later between us and Heaven, and we'll be done with it!"

All the ancestral witches tried to persuade him. This was the first time they saw their eldest brother showing such a complicated expression.

Di Jun waved his hand and said, "The war with the demon clan was all within my expectation. It's nothing. I was thinking about how to leave fire for my witch clan."

"Tinder?"

The ancestral witches were stunned, they had never thought about this.

"I've thought about it a lot, and I have an answer in my mind. Come with me." After Di Jiang finished speaking, he walked out of Pangu Hall and walked deeper into Buzhou Mountain. The other ancestral witches quickly followed.

The group taught in Buzhou Mountain for about half an hour, and finally came to a huge blood pool.

The thick blood in the blood pool kept rolling, but unexpectedly there was no pungent smell of blood, but a very refreshing fragrance.

It was refreshing, and formed a very sharp contrast with the sticky scarlet scene.

This is the blood pool of ancestral witches. The blood in it is diluted drop by drop of Pangu blood. It is also the place where ancestral witches practice.

In other words, no one in the entire witch clan, except the ancestral witch, can bear the energy in the blood pool of the ancestral witch.

In addition, this is also the place where the Wu Clan was born.

Every once in a while, a group of witch clans will be born in the ancestral witch blood pool to maintain the continuity of the witch clan bloodline.

"Brother, why did you call us here?"

Zhu Rong said carelessly.

The other ancestral witches also showed a look of confusion on their faces.

"The war between the lich and the witches is about to break out. It's still unclear who will win, so before the war, we have to leave a way out for the witch clan."

Di Jiang solemnly said, "Our witch clan is all transformed by the essence and blood of Father God. Today, using the essence and blood of our ancestral witch and the blood of Father God, another ancestral witch will be born. Everyone, each Take a drop of blood essence and drop it into the blood pool."

After Di Jiang finished speaking, he cut his palm without hesitation and dripped a drop of crimson blood. The other ancestral witches also acted and dripped a drop of blood.

After all the operations of the ancestral witches were completed, a storm seemed to have arisen out of thin air in the entire ancestral witch blood pool, stirring the viscous blood, and soon turned into a huge blood cocoon.

A quarter of an hour later, a faint voice came from the blood cocoon, "My name is Chi You."

After saying that, there was no movement on the blood cocoon, and all one could see was the infinite power pouring into the Pangu blood pool.

Di Jiang stared at the blood cocoon for a long time, and his expression suddenly became very solemn.

He called many top witches, Jiu Feng, Xiang Liu, Feng Bo, Yu Shi, Xing Tian, ​​and Dayi, and said seriously, "The name of the witch clan in the blood cocoon is Chi You. From now on, he will be my witch clan No. 13 Ancestral Witches, when you see him from now on, it will be like seeing me, do you understand?"

Many ancestral witches nodded quickly, "I'll understand."

After leaving the Ancestral Witch Blood Pond, Di Jiang summoned Jiufeng and Xiang Liu alone.

Jiu Feng, Xiang Liu, the top shamans of the Wu Clan, Hefeng Bo, Yu Shi, Xing Tian, ​​Hou Yi, and Kua Fu are called the Seven Heroes of the Wu Clan.

"Zu Wu, what do you want from us?"

Xiang Liu and Jiufeng asked respectfully.

"You, Uncle Feng, and Master Yu each lead a thousand tribesmen and go to the Netherworld Sea."

"The Nether Sea?"

Xiang Liu and Jiufeng's eyes showed great shock, even some disbelief.

They heard something just now. Master Ancestral Witch asked them to go to the Netherworld Sea and seek refuge with Houtu.

"Sir, the ancestral witch Houtu betrayed the Wu Clan. Our Wu Clan does not have such an ancestral witch."

Jiufeng Xiangliu's attitude was very tough. They still remembered how heartless the Hou Tuzu Witch was during the scene in the Netherworld Sea, which broke the hearts of the Witch clan.

"You don't understand Hou Tuzu Wu."

Di Jiang shook his head, with a flash of memory in his eyes, recalling the time when the twelve ancestral witches were first born and worked together to build a foundation.

After a long time, Di Jiang sighed and said to the two of them.

"Go to Netherworld Sea, Houtu will not reject you."

(End of this chapter)