Honghuang: Creation of the Green Lotus, the beginning of the Three Pure Ones

The army that came was not the Xiqi army, but the Quanrong soldiers who claimed to acknowledge King Wu of Zhou, Ji Fa, as the common ruler of the human race.

To be even more precise, the so-called Quanrong army was actually a demon race. This is because the entire Quanrong were secretly supported by the demon race.

All Quanrong soldiers receive different levels of demon blood based on their strength. Under the influence of this demon blood, they transform into monstrous beings that are neither human nor demon.

If we were to define them, perhaps calling them transvestites would be quite fitting. However, these transvestites are not the same as those transvestites; please don't get the wrong idea.

The Witch Clan and the Demon Clan are sworn enemies since ancient times. After all, the two clans have killed each other for countless eons before the great calamity of the Witch and Demon Clan finally broke out.

Now, the descendants of the two clans have met again on the battlefield of Xiqi. What will happen next is easy to imagine.

The High Priest of Dongyi's expression changed drastically. He slammed his bone staff heavily on the ground and snorted coldly, saying, "I never thought that after several cycles, we would have the opportunity to fight again."

The Quanrong high priest let out a piercing laugh: "The war between the liches and demons is over. Now, my Quanrong tribe supports King Wu of Zhou."

“And you remnants of the Wu tribe actually defied the will of Heaven and supported the tyrannical ruler. Therefore, my Quanrong tribe has no choice but to obey the will of Heaven and completely exterminate you.”

The high priest, enraged, laughed coldly and suddenly tore open the animal skin on his chest, revealing a hideous totem. Wisps of lightning flickered across the totem.

It turns out that the High Priest of Dongyi inherited the lineage of Qiangliang, the Ancestral Witch of Thunder. Now he has the cultivation of a Great Witch, and can summon thunder with every move he makes.

He then spoke with a disdainful expression, "Today I will show you beasts what the true power of the Witch Clan is."

As he spoke, the High Priest of the Eastern Barbarians raised his bone staff. Then, bolts of lightning descended from the sky.

The Quanrong tribe is ultimately a descendant of the demon race, and the demon race is born with an innate fear of lightning.

Seeing the lightning descend from the sky and take the lives of several clansmen, a moment of panic inevitably ensued.

At that moment, the high priest of the Quanrong tribe raised his skull staff. Then, a huge monster slowly emerged from the skull staff.

Jinzha gripped the Qiankun Cover tightly and whispered to Nezha and Muzha, "Something's not right. Is this still an ordinary barbarian tribe?"

Muzha nodded: "The Quanrong tribe inherited from the demon race, and the Dongyi tribe inherited from the witch race. Moreover, many of their people have inherited the traditions of both races."

"The feud between the Lich and Demon races has continued to this day. Once a full-scale war breaks out, there will naturally be no mercy. Of course, we will have to use all our hidden skills."

Unlike Jinzha's bewilderment, Nezha excitedly rubbed his fists together and said, "Who cares about the witch clan or the demon clan? Anyone who dares to wreak havoc on the human world is our enemy. Big brother, second brother, let's attack together!"

After saying this, without waiting for Jinzha and Muzha's agreement, he took the lead and rode off on his Wind and Fire Wheels. Naturally, Ao Bing followed closely behind, but this time, he was not in his true form.

The two little ones looked harmless. But when they charged into the Quanrong army, they were like wolves rushing into a flock of sheep.

Wherever they went, people and horses were thrown into chaos. But not a single Quanrong tribesman lost his life because of their attacks.

It could even be said that not a single serious injury occurred. The mastery of that force was so superb that even Yang Jian couldn't help but nod in approval.

"Nezha usually seems lawless and unrestrained, as if he doesn't care about anything. I didn't expect he was so aware of this, knowing he couldn't attack mortals." Yang Jian was right; it was precisely because of this restriction that Nezha and Ao Bing didn't kill them outright. They merely knocked them down so the Dongyi army could reap the rewards.

The High Priest of the Eastern Barbarians, of course, wouldn't let this opportunity slip by. He directly ordered his army to charge forward, closely following in the footsteps of Nezha and Ao Bing.

This scene was naturally witnessed by Jiang Ziya on the city walls of Xiqi. He couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

"Do those two ungrateful little beasts think they can avoid karma just because they didn't kill an ordinary mortal with their own hands?"

"If it weren't for your relentless attacks, how could the Quanrong tribe have suffered such heavy casualties? In the end, this karma will still fall on your shoulders."

When Jiang Ziya uttered his last words, he was gritting his teeth. It was as if he could already see Nezha's soul ascending to the Investiture of the Gods, and he was even thinking about how to make things difficult for him.

At this moment, Daoist Ran Deng sighed and said, "Neither the Quanrong tribe nor the Dongni tribe are within the scope of ordinary mortals."

"Don't say that these two little beasts didn't actually kill him. Even if they had, they wouldn't have incurred any karma whatsoever."

As soon as the voice of the Taoist Ran Deng rang out, he appeared on the city wall.

Jiang Ziya hurriedly stepped forward, just about to ask Daoist Ran Deng why the Quanrong tribe no longer belonged to the human race.

Unexpectedly, Daoist Ran Deng spoke directly, saying, "Sound the retreat and then go to the thatched hut to see your master."

After saying this, Daoist Ran Deng disappeared again, giving Jiang Ziya no chance to ask why.

After all, being used as a messenger by Guang Chengzi had already greatly displeased Daoist Ran Deng. Now, seeing Jiang Ziya's stupidity, he felt even more indignant.

When Zhen Yuanzi was teaching the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of the human race, if he had let Daoist Randeng take charge, Daoist Randeng could have definitely advanced his cultivation level by virtue of the merit of teaching the human emperors.

Unfortunately, this opportunity ultimately had nothing to do with him, Daoist Randeng. This had already caused Daoist Randeng to feel dissatisfied.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have secretly contacted the two Western Buddhist masters, intending to leave the Chan Sect and join the West. He even planned to undermine Zhen Yuanzi's cause.

Now, being used as a messenger by Zhen Yuanzi, Daoist Ran Deng felt even more humiliated. However, since the one giving him orders was a sage, he dared not voice any objection.

However, when facing Jiang Ziya, Daoist Ran Deng was not so obsequious. In fact, when he spoke to Jiang Ziya just now, he deliberately used a secret technique so that Nezha and Ao Bing could also hear him.

The purpose of the Taoist Ran Deng in doing this was singular: to cause trouble for Jiang Ziya, and at the same time, to cause trouble for the Chan Sect.

Jiang Ziya, surprisingly, didn't think much of it. Instead, with a puzzled expression, he ordered someone to strike the gong, commanding the Quanrong tribe to immediately withdraw their troops and return to the city.

Then he directly handed over command to Nangong Shi, who was responsible for receiving the retreating Quanrong tribe.

He himself headed towards the reed hut in Xiqi City, for Jiang Ziya dared not hesitate the slightest in response to the sage's summons. (End of Chapter)