Chapter 236: The Witch-Lex Calamity Fire Heats Up

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were happy to see Zhen Yuanzi defeated. Without the interference of the Witch Clan, Zhen Yuanzi naturally had no chance of winning.

Donghuang Taiyi had a blank expression on his face. His hands would gently stroke the body of the Donghuang Bell from time to time, as he wondered in his heart how many years he should spend in seclusion.

With a loud bang, the last layer of earth energy of the Xiantian Wu Ji Formation collapsed, and a figure flew far away. It was Zhen Yuanzi who was implicated.

He did keep his promise and said he would protect the human race, and he really protected it until the last moment, but without Zhen Yuanzi's cover, these hundreds of millions of human beings were exposed to the demon race.

The sea of ​​stars that crushed the innate Wu Ji formation pressed down again, trying to destroy this group of humans, but this time it was not so smooth.

The power of the earth that had been blocked by the sound of the universe gushed out again, but this time it no longer protected the human race. Instead, it turned into earthquake waves, and spread towards these human beings before the sea of ​​stars.

And in the void, a murderous aura was locking onto Donghuang Taiyi from afar, and from an inexplicable place, there was another gaze staring at Donghuang Taiyi, its power was so great that it seemed like the gaze of the past, and also like the gaze of the future, making people dare not be careless.

Donghuang Taiyi's face finally changed slightly, his figure shook, and he immediately turned back to the Sun Chariot. The twelve ancestor witches were in tune with each other, and their paths of practice were different, making them almost impossible to restrain. They posed a huge threat, and even though Houtu and Xuanming were missing at the moment, they did not dare to underestimate them.

Di Jun had been on high alert, and when he saw the Twelve Ancestral Witches finally take action, a thought moved him, and a tiny sun immediately appeared behind him. A ball of dazzling light spread out, like rising clouds, which instantly suppressed the rolling turbid air and actually saved the lives of those humans for a while.

But this is not out of kindness, but out of a desire to not let the witch clan succeed.

A strange laugh was heard from the void, and a god with a body like a red bag and six wings on his back flew out. It was Dijiang.

As soon as Di Jiang appeared, he laughed strangely and said, "Di Jun, this human race was created by Nuwa, and is the eternal protagonist of the prehistoric world. Even Taishang Laojun founded a religion and became a saint because of it. How dare you wantonly massacre them? Aren't you afraid of being blamed by the two saints?"

Di Jun said coldly, "We slaughtered the human race with the approval of the three saints, Taishang Laojun, Wahuang Niangniang, and Hengming Jiaozhu. I wonder which saint approved your Wu clan to slaughter the human race? The human race is really pathetic. They thought they were on a high branch, but they didn't expect that this high branch would slaughter them in turn. I don't know how you will face the Wu clan."

Emperor Jun knew a lot about the existence of witches, but he didn't take it to heart.

This is because although the witches have the primordial spirit that the witch clan does not have, their bodies are still much weaker than those of the pure witch clan, and their primordial spirit is even weaker. It is really difficult to compare them with those races who are born with the soul and primordial spirit.

The witches can be said to have merged the shortcomings of the two tribes. Their advantages are not as good as the best, but better than the worst. They are simply half-baked.

For the Wu clan, this might be a treasure. After all, the Wu clan is xenophobic and does not trust foreign races at all. The Wu people are also considered as Wu clan; but for the demon clan, there are simply too many races like this and they do not need to care about them at all.

If it weren't for the fact that the Wu people were the product of intermarriage between the Wu clan and the human clan, involving two major races, I'm afraid Di Jun wouldn't even look at them.

However, the Wu Clan is united, and Di Jun does not recommend using this method to attack the Wu Clan's relationships. After all, it is just a casual move, it doesn't matter if it succeeds or not.

Di Jiang's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect that the demon race's massacre of the human race had actually been approved by these three saints.

An inexplicable wave emerged, and a divine man appeared with it. He came and went without a trace. Seeing this divine man, Di Jun's eyes became slightly solemn, because he was Zhu Jiuyin, a wise man who could rival Di Jun.

Zhu Jiuyin said calmly: "It doesn't matter whether you agree or not. My Wu clan is the ruler of the earth. Now I feel that the human race threatens the safety of the earth, so I will take action to trim some of them. What's wrong with that?"

Faced with this kind of cheating statement, Di Jun had nothing to say. After all, the demon clan was still the ruler of the sky, although a large part of it was occupied by others, so the witch clan could be said to have a legitimate reason to massacre the human race.

The leaders of the two tribes confronted each other for a moment, and then attacked at the same time, but they did not attack each other, but aimed at the human race underground. Then they saw a magnificent sea of ​​stars pressing down, and countless stars were swimming in it like fish, playful and lively, as if they had intelligence.

But behind every flying ray of starlight is a deadly threat. Countless humans only feel a flash of light before their eyes, and then their souls are annihilated, their bodies are worn away, and they will never be reborn.

The turbid air on the earth that had been suppressed by the tiny sun began to stir again, with murderous aura, haze and smoke howling and raging, and endless magnetic force constantly tearing apart those humans. Anyone swept by the turbid air would have their body immediately destroyed, and even their soul would be melted by the turbid air.

Faced with a powerful enemy, both the Lich and the Wizard races had no thoughts of preserving their bodies or souls, and only wanted to completely destroy these humans.

Not until the last human died did the two armies withdraw separately. Apart from some harsh words before parting, they did not do anything else.

They have already collected the materials to restrain the opponent's weapons, and are just waiting to complete the refining so that they can catch the opponent off guard. There is no reason to waste their manpower at this point in time.

Zhen Yuanzi fled with serious injuries, but before leaving he did not forget to use his sleeve to take away the two boys Qingfeng and Mingyue. Except for the fact that his magic power was almost exhausted, he really didn't lose anything.

But watching those humans die from afar, Zhen Yuanzi also felt a little regretful.

"What a pity. I didn't expect the Wu Clan to be so determined to kill me. Otherwise, I could have brought more humans away with me."

Zhen Yuanzi waved his sleeves, and suddenly hundreds of thousands of human beings appeared near him.

It turned out that Zhen Yuanzi saw that all his methods were restrained by Donghuang Taiyi, and he knew that he could not hold on for long, so he wanted to use the world in his sleeve to take away more humans. However, he did not expect that the defeat would come so soon, and the Wu Clan could really hold on until the last moment, so he could only take hundreds of thousands of humans away.

These humans just felt that they had fallen into a dark and chaotic space where they did not know the difference between black and white, light and darkness. Even their consciousness had become drowsy. They were not released until now. Suddenly, they felt exhausted all over, as if they had experienced a long and painful journey. Some weak humans had even died, obviously unable to endure such fatigue.

This is also the reason why Zhen Yuanzi did not put the hundreds of millions of human beings in his sleeves in advance. It is because the magical power of the universe in the sleeve is an offensive and defensive magical power, which is not suitable for holding people or objects. Even if he strongly suppresses the killing power, there is always a trace of pressure leaking out.

These pressures were naturally no big deal to him, but these humans were extremely fragile and could not even withstand this little pressure. Many of them died in just a short period of time. If it had been longer, at least half of them would have died.

An old man who was obviously a cultivator immediately gathered the panicked humans nearby. After they calmed down a little, he stepped forward and said respectfully to the pale-faced Zhen Yuanzi: "Xiao Xuan greets the Ancestor of the Earth."

Zhen Yuanzi shook his head slightly and said nothing. Instead, he sat in meditation on the spot to recover his magic power.

After refining most of the remaining ginseng fruit, Zhen Yuanzi felt better, and then said to Xiao Xuan: "Don't call me the ancestor of the earth, I can't bear it. Just call me Zhen Yuan Daxian. Where are you going next?

You can't go to Wanshou Mountain, and even I can't go back. This is the land of the west. Although it is barren, it is enough for you to practice. You can rest and recuperate here. I am proficient in the avenue of space. If you want to go somewhere, just tell me and I can move you there instantly."

After all, these were the human beings that he had risked his life to rescue, so Zhen Yuanzi didn't mind taking the trouble to consider them.

Xiao Xuan sighed, "We are blessed by the care of the Great Immortal Zhenyuan. How dare we return to the East? We will just stay here. Please allow us to build a statue for you. We can worship you day and night to show our gratitude."

Zhen Yuanzi smiled and said, "As you like. Although the west is barren, there are many great gods here. I have a ginseng fruit here. You can swallow it. If you fully refine it in the future, you can also have the Taoism of Xuanxian, which can be regarded as entering the door. I'm leaving now."

After saying this, Zhen Yuanzi turned into wind and left, leaving only a spiritual fruit shaped like a full-moon baby behind, giggling at Xiao Xuan.

Mount Sumeru.

The Taoist who was practicing beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pond suddenly opened his eyes and said with a smile: "My disciple is here, where is the Medicine Master?"

After receiving the summons, a Taoist priest with a green face and a faint medicinal fragrance came forward and said respectfully, "Pharmacist is here. Master, is there anything I can do for you?"

The Taoist Jie Yin nodded and said, "Go to the junction of the East and the West, 80,000 miles south of Wanshou Mountain, and fetch my disciple. Remember not to neglect him. This is related to whether my Buddhism can spread to the East. It must succeed."

The pharmacist's face straightened, and he immediately said, "I will definitely live up to Master's trust!"

Yingzhou Island, Yuhua Palace.

When they heard Luohou Moying call Hengming half of the 'one and a half' surviving demons, and even called him the fateful demon from later generations, Nuwa and Yang Mei looked at Hengming with a hint of surprise in their eyes, as if they had seen something shocking.

But they did not doubt Hengming. After all, no matter where Hengming came from, what he did could not be fake, so there was no need to worry about these details.

But what surprised them was the so-called afterlife. What afterlife? Could it be the future?

But as a Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, he has already transcended the endless time and space universe. Only the Great Dao can restrain him a little, but at most it can only seal him and exile him. It is impossible to kill him no matter what.

Unless the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian himself wants to die and voluntarily transforms into Taoism like Pangu, no one can kill a Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian. At most, he can be sealed or exiled.

This is also the reason why they are determined to destroy the paths of the Three Pure Ones and the Two Saints of the West. After all, no matter how comparable a saint is to the Immortal Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, he is not a true Immortal Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, so there is a possibility that he will be killed.

Having cultivated to the current level, it stands to reason that there is no so-called past and future. The so-called foresight of the future is nothing more than predicting the greatest possibility, which is not 100% correct.

Wanting the prehistoric world to develop along the predetermined trajectory is something that even the Great Dao cannot do.

Hengming looked at the demon shadow of Luohu and felt a little doubtful.

It's not that he hasn't doubted his own life experience. At first, he suspected that the Way of Heaven was at work, thinking that he had the so-called self-awareness and wanted to use him as a pawn. But as he got to know the Way of Heaven more deeply, he realized that the Way of Heaven would not interfere with anyone, let alone make any plans, unless it would harm the prehistoric world.

Then he began to doubt the Great Dao, but his origins were very clear, he was the reincarnation of a wisp of the soul of the Destiny Demon God. Because the Original God in this Great Dao universe tried to surpass the Great Dao, the Great Dao brought down a test, so it summoned three thousand demon gods to stop it.

However, because his destiny's soul was too small, by the time he arrived, the destiny demon had already been conceived and had gone to stop Pangu from creating the sky. He was no longer needed, and he was lucky enough to escape with the help of the power of the Great Dao that brought him here.

What happened next was so familiar. Pangu was exhausted after killing three thousand demons. He didn't want to see the world he created collapse like that, so he turned into the wild to fulfill his painstaking efforts.

Su Heng took advantage of this opportunity to enter the prehistoric world, occupied the sacred position of destiny, changed his name to Heng Ming, and gradually reached his current position.

Everything was so clear and innocent, without any confusion. Perhaps it was all just a coincidence, but Hengming could not ignore it. Why was everything so similar to what he remembered?

It could be said that humanity, the human race, and the eternal protagonist of the prehistoric world were the result of his interference, but why were the names of the other gods, their backgrounds, and even the calamities of ferocious beasts, dragons, and phoenixes so similar to the ones he knew?

When too many coincidences come together, they are no longer coincidences, but a naked conspiracy.

(End of this chapter)