The demon emperor of all worlds

Chapter 175

For a moment, Dijun's heart was full of urgency.

How long has it been since Hongjun's second lecture ended, and so many quasi-sages have emerged in the prehistoric, which is definitely not a good thing for the monster race. If they can't rise as soon as possible, then once the human race is born, what? It's too late.

"Not enough, not far enough!"

"We must improve ourselves as soon as possible, and the demon court must be established, otherwise, there will be no possibility of gaining a firm foothold again!"

Subconsciously clenched his fists, a look of solemnity flashed in Dijun's eyes, and his desire to occupy the 33rd Heaven was even stronger. Only by building a demon court based on the 33rd Heaven, could the Yaozu be able to guard the endless starry sky and perfect themselves ,Be able to……

"Friend Emperor Jun!"

At this moment, Sanqing floated over, and when they reached the area in front of Dijun, they all clasped their fists and saluted: "Thank you for your kindness in the past, fellow daoist!"

This scene immediately stunned Zhen Yuanzi and other monks around.

They didn't go forward to besiege those men in black, they just wanted to see what other plans Dijun, Sanqing and the others had, but they didn't expect that Dijun would actually save Sanqing. thanks.

"What's going on here?"

Feeling puzzled in his heart, Zhen Yuanzi and the others and the Twelve Ancestral Witches all looked sideways at him. Although they didn't ask anything, it was self-evident that they valued him in their hearts.

"The three fellow Daoists are polite!"

After regaining his senses, Di Jun hurriedly stepped forward to help Sanqing up, and said solemnly: "That's what I promised the three fellow Taoists, and this emperor just did what he should do!"

"Furthermore, this emperor has gained a lot this time, and I have to thank the three fellow Taoists!"

Hearing this, Sanqing suddenly showed a wry smile.

For no other reason, they knew very well what Di Jun had gained from it. Although they were stunned by Shen Ni at the last moment, they could guess that Di Jun and Shen Ni must have reached some kind of agreement.

However, Sanqing didn't intend to ask the bottom line. After looking at each other, he immediately said: "In any case, the three brothers and sisters will never forget the kindness of saving lives, friend Daoist!"

After finishing speaking, Sanqing also stood up, without continuing to make gestures or anything, cast a glance at the man in black in the distance, then looked at Di Jun and said: "Fellow Daoist said that the lineage of Xihuang Palace has something to do with the abyss of death. Is it true or false?"

These words immediately attracted the attention of everyone not far away.

Now Xihuang Palace is also a big force in the prehistoric world, and it vaguely has the posture of a hegemon.

At first, everyone didn't have other thoughts, but now they understand that Xihuang Palace itself is not a prehistoric creature, but is controlled by outsiders, which makes them uncomfortable.

Especially in these years, Fuxi led the Xihuang Palace to run rampant in the prehistoric area, and the degree of threat was even more infuriating than the Hundred Religions Alliance established by the Eastern Princes in the past.

"Not bad!"

Nodding his head, Di Jun didn't intend to help Fu Xi hide anything.

Now Nuwa is backed by Hongjun, and with the help of Fuxi, her own cultivation has improved extremely quickly, and the latter is the mother of the human race. Once her cultivation reaches the quasi-sage Dzogchen, she will definitely make people holy. Therefore, he must destroy all of this, prevent Nuwa from growing rapidly, and buy more time for himself and the Yaozu.

Thinking of this, Di Jun didn't talk nonsense, and directly opened his mouth to tell about the abyss of death, without covering up his voice, so that the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Zhen Yuanzi and other great powers in the distance could hear them.

"Damn!"

"Bastard!"

After listening to Di Jun's narration, all the monks, including Sanqing, looked ugly.

It's not for anything else, it's really that the Xihuang Palace has collected a lot of resources from the prehistoric and desolate, and everyone was a little dissatisfied in their hearts. Now knowing that the Xihuang Palace is dominated by the Lord of Death, this arouses their anger even more.

Jingle Bell--

At this moment, the ringing of the bell resounded, and accompanied by the deafening music, one could see above the sky in the distance, a chariot slowly galloping towards it, with eighteen fairies standing on both sides holding instruments and playing, Xi The palace monks are coming in mighty force.

"Fuxi!"

"It's really a big style!"

Seeing this scene, the faces of the monks present all sank, and some of them who had a deep grievance with him showed murderous intent in their eyes at this moment without hesitation.

Knowing that Fuxi is a puppet launched by the Lord of Death, everyone's contempt and murderous intentions for him are even stronger. After all, it is absolutely shameless for a good great power to become someone else's lackey.

Under such circumstances, the large troops from Emperor Xi's Palace arrived, and Luanjia stopped in the area not far from the front of Emperor Jun and the others. Among them, Fuxi, who was wearing the emperor's costume, flew out with Nuwa, and after scanning the audience, Afterwards, even looking fieryly at the 33rd Heaven that is still evolving, it is obviously extremely heart-wrenching.

Immediately afterwards, Fuxi floated into the arena, clasped his fists to the crowd and saluted, "Dear fellows, this 33 heavens is destined for my Emperor Xi's palace, please give me Fuxi a face and withdraw from the competition!"

Fate?

With your uncle!

The pupils shrank, and the monk's nose was crooked again.

In the past, Zhunti had cheated many prehistoric monks by talking about fate, and now this Fuxi has also played this trick, and even wants to monopolize the 33 heavens to make them retreat. This is simply humiliating them.

"Fuxi, you are courting death!"

"Fuxi, you are really floating, do you think that mere Xihuang Palace can make you humiliate me like this?"

The sound of gnashing teeth resounded, and those monks who had grievances with Emperor Xi's Palace were all red-eyed this time, and murderous intentions rose all over their bodies. If they were not afraid of something, they would have wished to kill Fuxi immediately.

At the same time, the eyes of Emperor Jun, Sanqing, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches were also focused on Fuxi at this moment, and they did not hide their disdain for him, and said coldly: "Fuxi, the 33rd Heaven is not something you can get your hands on. Leave quickly, or Xihuang Palace will fall here today!"

"Fuxi, my witch clan respects this prehistoric land, and it's not your turn to point fingers and show off your power here. Now get out of here and I'll settle the matter with you, or you'll be mentally prepared to be buried here."

It has been determined that Fuxi is someone else's puppet, and he sold Honghuang's own interests to make wedding dresses for others. Neither Sanqing nor Twelve Ancestral Witches have the slightest favor for him.

"you……"

Fuxi's expression also changed slightly after being teased by others, he did not expect the monks present to be so shameless.

Especially the Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches, with their blatantly targeted and disdainful looks, Fuxi's inner breath was agitated, and he almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood. He didn't know why, but he was targeted by the prehistoric monks collectively.

"Fuxi, you finally appeared!"

"I want your life!"

At this moment, an angry low roar resounded.

Accompanied by the ringing of the bell, the figure of Donghuang Taiyi could be seen rushing out from the Desire Realm within six days, and the Chaos Bell swept out and smashed straight towards the area where Fuxi was, with a monstrous evil spirit that was difficult to conceal.

　PS: Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a reward!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)