I'm picking up opportunities in the flood

Chapter 115 0115

Watching the Yaozu retreat in an orderly manner, Zhu Rong was ready to move, but was stopped by Houtu.

"Is that the way to go? Big brother..." Zhu Rong's tone was full of unwillingness, and his eyes staring at Yaozu seemed to burst into flames.

"Settle down the warriors of our respective tribes. Let's go back to Pangu Palace to make a long-term plan. After all, someone is watching us now—" Di Jiang looked at the sky as he said, as if someone was really watching.

All the ancestral witches understood immediately, and they returned to the tribe with the tribes that came to help. After the wounded were settled, they gathered towards the Pangu Palace.

The Pangu Temple was born together with the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and it is connected with the blood of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, just like the congenital sacred accompanying spirit treasure, but the difference is that this Pangu Temple is the common "companion" of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Life Treasure"

Moreover, the Pangu Palace is mysterious and unpredictable, with Pangu's heart suppressing, the Twelve Ancestral Witches are not worried at all that the power of heaven will penetrate into the Pangu Palace.

For the Twelve Ancestral Witches, this Pangu Temple can be said to be the only place in the wild where everyone can feel at ease.

Entering the Pangu Palace, there is a huge blood pool in the center of the Pangu Palace. In the blood pool, a huge heart "thump...thump..." beats non-stop.

This ordinary Wu Clan came from the blood pool of this Pangu Temple.

On both sides of the blood pool are statues of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, which have existed since the Twelve Ancestral Witches obtained the Pangu Temple. It seems to be a simple statue, and I don't know what it is useful for.

Seeing that everyone had come together, Zhu Rong said: "Brother, that old man Hongjun is really eccentric, I can't figure it out, we are fighting with the monster clan, why does he come out to join in the fun. Just join in the fun, this prehistoric is Father God opened it up, why don’t you help us and help those monster races whose hearts are higher than the sky—”

Zhu Rong muttered to vent out the grievances in his heart, and suddenly felt better in his heart. After all, watching the monsters were suppressed by his own witches could not hold their heads up. Being disturbed by Hongjun like this, even a saint would It must be full of anger.

"Do you still need to think about it? Then Nuwa is Hongjun's closed disciple. If you don't help the Yaozu, why don't you help me with the Wuzu?" Gonggong on the side interjected and said.

Although he didn't talk about the point, but when he thought about it carefully, Gong Gong's words really made sense.

But no matter what, there are only two fundamental reasons for it, one is that there is no strength that can match Hongjun, and the other is that there is no backer that can match him.

If there is one of these two things, how dare this Hongjun meddle in the affairs of the two clans of liches.

I saw Di Jiang said: "What Hongjun said, the two clans of liches will not be able to fight again within ten thousand years. I don't believe that after ten thousand years, this monster clan will not attack our witch clan. Brothers and sisters don't know what to do." To deal with this?—"

"How else should I deal with it? The demon clan is here to fuck his mother—"

Zhu Rong said with a look of disdain, after all, this time, the demon clan was aggressive, if Hongjun hadn't been biased, he would have been beaten by his own witch clan to the point where he could not find his way.

"Do it, do it, do it, you know what to do, if the old man Hongjun attacks us again next time, you go and fuck him—" Gong Gong had always been quarreling with Zhu Rong, and when he heard Zhu Rong's words, he couldn't help but Pour cold water.

"Then tell me, what should I do? Just wait for the monster clan to call me?"

……

"Okay, okay, I asked you to come here to find a way, not to quarrel, look at the two of you, when you meet, you are either quarreling or quarreling, is it time for bickering, arguing?" Di Jiang rubbed his ears, helplessly roared.

"Hey, brother, we seem to have forgotten someone—"

Houtu Zuwu's eyes suddenly lit up, remembering that when Zixiao Palace was listening to the sermon, Li Chen who was sitting next to Hongjun, that is, Changming Daoist, said.

Hearing what Houtu said, Di Jiang seemed to remember: "You mean—"

"What kind of riddles are you two playing? Isn't it good to just say it? It's so hard to guess—" Hearing what the two said, Qiangliang said with a puzzled expression.

"Sister Houtu should be talking about the one above Penglai, I don't know if she is right?" Xuanming Zuwu, Zhu Jiuyin and the others understood the meaning behind their words and said.

But after thinking about it, Xuanming said again: "It's just, it's just that Penglai, why would he fight Hongjun for my witch clan?"

After all, Chang Ming is not a fool, who would do things that are not beneficial.

Xuan Ming saw it very clearly.

"It would be great if only one or two of us from the Wu Clan worshiped under the seat of Hongjun or Changming Daozun, and we wouldn't have to worry about it."

Xizi rolled his eyes at Zhu Rong and said, "Come on, are you going to learn the teacher or who is going to go?"

As Zhu Rong said that, he shrugged in embarrassment for a while.

"Regardless of whether Daoist Changming can become our backer, we must prepare and go to visit Daozun Changming. It may not be that Daozun Changming agrees—"

Seeing that everyone didn't have any objections, Di Jiang continued: "Since old man Hongjun said that the demons rule the heavens and the witches rule the land, then we will order our sons to kill all the monsters in the prehistoric world. I want to wipe out all the monster races on the prehistoric land—”

His tone was filled with frightening evil spirit and murderous aura.

Hearing this, Hou Tu couldn't help feeling a little bit unbearable when he thought of the bloody storm caused by Di Jiang's order.

"Brother, does it have to be like this?"

"Sister Houtu, there is no room for kindness in race wars—"

Speaking of this, Di Jiang no longer wants to continue talking. After all, the race war is either you or me, there is no other possibility.

Speaking of this, basically anyone who should be enlightened will be enlightened, and there is nothing to do if you can't.

Although Houtu still couldn't bear it, he still clearly distinguished the priority and didn't say anything.

"So, let's look in our respective treasuries to see if there are any unused spirit treasures and the like. Presumably we use spirit treasures as a stepping stone, and Daoist Changming won't make us too ugly, anyway, our witch clan There is no need for any spiritual treasures, so let them be left alone, it might as well be a favor for Daoist Changming—”

Like an old woman, Di Jiang babbled a lot, fearing that the ancestor witches might not understand what he wanted to express.

"Got it, brother, you can go and prepare yours, it's nothing, I'll go ahead with Sister Houtu—"

As he said that, Xuanming pulled Houtu away from Pangu Palace.

"Let's go, let's go——, I hope Father God can bless our trip smoothly—"

Seeing everyone leave one after another, after a while, only Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin were left in the hall.

"Second brother, can you see whether our trip will be successful?"

"Brother, everything about Penglai, little brother, all I see is a white mist, but I can't see the future at all—"

Hearing Zhu Jiuyin's reply, Di Jiang had such an expression on his face——

(End of this chapter)