Honghuang: The Golden Crow Emperor, starts by robbing the Three Pure Ones

Chapter 95 Dizang Cried
"Well, my little sister is smart."

Qiang Liang raised his lips into a sly smile and sent a message to the great wizard Xing Tian, ​​asking him to personally supervise Di Zang and beat anyone who dared to be lazy.

At the entrance to the underworld, Laozi the evil corpse led a team with Guangchengzi of the Chan sect and Holy Mother of Fire Spirit of the Jie sect who wanted to enter the underworld to get a piece of the pie.

As a result, he was stopped and beaten by several great witches.

Although only one in ten witches are left today, there is a saying that a lean camel is bigger than a horse!
Even though the Wu Clan has declined, they are still the overlords of the ancient world!
What's more, not only has the witch clan not lost many great witches, but even the eleven ancestor witches who were supposed to have perished under the joint conspiracy of Hongjun and Tiandao have all become saints.

I am an evil corpse, and now I have the strength of a late quasi-saint. The great wizards are all in the middle stage of quasi-saints, and they cannot withstand a beating.

The result was that the masters from the three religions who entered the underworld were beaten up, but they didn’t gain any benefits at all…

Guangchengzi and Huoling Shengmu went back crying and complained, but Yuanshi and Tongtian didn't dare to say a word.

Originally, they wanted to share the fortune of the underworld, which was not right. Moreover, the Twelve Ancestral Witches have all become saints. Even if their magic weapons are powerful, they cannot withstand the formation of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons.

Seeing that the hard approach didn't work, the three brothers decided to try a soft approach and find another solution.

Now that they have become saints, they can also get a glimpse of the secrets of heaven. The Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Pen are extremely important to the underworld.

As long as they get the Book of the Underworld, the Witch Clan will have no way of stopping them from moving into the underworld.

However, the Book of the Underworld has not yet appeared in the world, so he sent his disciples out to look for it.

Because of Ling Xiao, the luck of the human race that Laozi can obtain now is very little, almost negligible. He has to find a way to get more luck. So he also had the idea of ​​strengthening the human religion and went out to find disciples.

Guangchengzi and the Fire Spirit Mother cried, and in the underworld, Dizang cried even more miserably. His vow not to become a Buddha until hell is empty was just talk, and he just wanted to share the luck of the underworld to speed up his cultivation.

Through him, Western religions can also obtain some of the luck of the underworld.

As a result, the Twelve Ancestral Witches actually handed over all the resentful souls to him for salvation, and sent the great witch Xingtian to watch him day and night.

He couldn't even take a break. If he moved a little slowly, Xing Tian would punch and kick him. He was only a Taiyi Golden Immortal, so he was no match for Xing Tian.

Can't stand it, can't stand it at all.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches treated him like a beast of burden.

Even the immortal donkeys raised by the three Jinwu brothers are doing better than him...

What’s even more outrageous is that Xing Tian was staring at him and wouldn’t let him leave the underworld. Even Dizang couldn’t find the two saints of the Western Church to complain.

Xing Tian couldn't help but feel extremely happy when he saw Dizang crying and saving the resentful souls.

On the other hand, Chi You went to communicate with Suiren on behalf of the Wu tribe, and Suiren agreed to allow the human race to marry the Wu tribe.

Experiments have proven that the union of male witches and female humans can produce offspring.

There is a 50% chance that the child will be human and a 50% chance that he will be a witch.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were very happy when they received the news.

"This must be the ray of hope that Father God has left for the Wu Clan. The Wu Clan no longer needs to worry about the extinction of the clan."

Dijiang was particularly happy because Pangu's blood pool had dried up and the witch clan could no longer be created.

In the previous decisive battle between wizards and liches, the wizard clan suffered heavy casualties, and now they don’t even have ten million left. If they don’t enter the Daluo realm, they will not be able to escape the limitation of their lifespan.

If there is no replenishment of fresh blood, after tens of thousands of years, only Daluo and above will be left in the Wu clan.

Now, there are only a few dozen people left in the Wu clan who are above the Golden Immortal level.

With only a few dozen of them, can it still be called a tribe?

"Lord Dijiang, the acquired witches are much less talented than the innate witches. However, under the protection of the human race's luck, they are less affected by the calamity and can practice to improve their cultivation."

“But if we leave the human race, the influence of the calamity will expand, and we will not be able to practice. The lifespan of the acquired witch race is as short as that of humans, and we can only increase our lifespan through practice.”

Chi You reported.

"It doesn't matter. Let them stay and live among the human race. As long as the Wu clan can pass on its legacy, that's all that matters."

Dijiang waved his hands and didn't care.

Now the human race belongs to Ling Xiao, and they are all descendants of the Father God. Plus, they have formed an alliance, so there is no need to divide them so clearly.

Moreover, the acquired witches can only have a chance to grow up if they stay in the human race. "You stay in the human race for the time being and protect the human race. The human race will help our witches to continue their inheritance. Anyone who dares to touch the human race will be against our witches." Di Jiang warned.

"Yes, I understand." Chi You replied.

"If the human race wants to grow stronger, it must be self-reliant and self-reliant. Unless the race is in danger of extinction, you don't have to take action."

At this time, a voice sounded, and Ling Xiao walked out of Pangu Blood Pool.

"Oh, Brother Ling Xiao is out of seclusion, how do you feel?"

Dijiang spoke enthusiastically.

"Not bad. My body is now comparable to that of a late quasi-saint. If I take the blood essence of the ancestor witch you gave me before, I should be able to reach the peak of a quasi-saint. You can try taking Pangu Jade Marrow to achieve a quasi-saint body."

Ling Xiao smiled and nodded.

"We only have one chance. Now that we have become saints, our blood essence is much stronger. Each of us will give you another drop of blood essence to increase the chance of success as much as possible."

As he spoke, Di Jiang took out a drop of essence blood and gave it to Ling Xiao, and the same happened to the other ancestor witches.

"Thank you."

Ling Xiao did not refuse. After all, there was only one drop of Pangu Jade Marrow and he only had one chance.

"Hey, there's no need to be so polite between us."

Dijiang waved his hand and said, it was just a drop of blood, and they would be able to recover in a hundred years.

"Okay, then I will give the Wu Clan another chance to establish order in the underworld and improve the underworld. I will definitely be able to gain a lot of merit from the underworld."

Ling Xiao raised his finger and injected the information about the order of the underworld that he knew in his previous life into Hou Tu's sea of ​​consciousness.

"This action will surely earn me a lot of merit, thank you, Brother Ling Xiao."

Hou Tu was overjoyed after seeing it.

"Didn't you say that we don't need to be so polite to each other?"

"Okay, I'll go back to Penglai first."

Ling Xiao smiled, turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

Hou Tu took a reluctant look at it, and then excitedly discussed with her brothers and sisters about establishing the eighteen levels of hell, the organization of the underworld, and the selection of Yama, Judge, Wuchang, etc.

On this side, Ling Xiao was stopped by Nuwa halfway.

"Fellow Daoist Ling Xiao, the human race was created by me. You made the human race no longer believe in me and cut off the connection between the human race and my destiny. Don't you have to give me an explanation?"

Nuwa's face looked very ugly. Now she could obtain less and less luck from the human race. The human race no longer believed in her or worshipped her.

"Explain?"

"What do you want to explain? Didn't you use the human race as a tool for your sanctification? Have you ever taken care of the human race after becoming a sanctified? Don't say you don't know that the demon race slaughtered the human race, and don't say that the human race deserves this disaster."

"You created the human race, but the human race also helped you become a saint. No one owes anyone anything. The Jiu Tian Xi Rang and Xiantian Gourd Vine that you created for the human race are mine."

"The destiny of the human race belongs to me. Daozu promised it. If you don't agree, go find Daozu. If you want to fight me, you can. I'll accompany you."

Ling Xiao looked at Nuwa sarcastically.

The heart of a woman is the most vicious, which is the best interpretation of Nuwa, the Holy Mother of mankind.

Nuwa suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the gourd vine, which was the whip for creating humans, and the Kongtong Seal that Laozi used to suppress the destiny of the human race, ended up in Lingxiao's hands.

It turned out that Daozu and Lingxiao had reached an agreement long ago.

"Even if I failed in my duty, I created the human race after all. The human race should have three emperors. My brother Fuxi has the fate of an emperor. He should be reincarnated into the human race and occupy the throne."

"As long as you complete this task, I will swear to the Heaven that I will have nothing to do with the human race from now on."

Nuwa said.

The human luck she can get now is dispensable, so it is better to use it to exchange for something more tangible.

(End of this chapter)