Hong Huang: I, Di Jiang, will never be robbed!

Chapter 8: Before fighting against the outside world, one must first make peace with the inside
"Sky Patrol, has there been any unusual movement among the Wu Clan recently?"

The meeting begins.

The Emperor Di Jun then looked at the Day-wandering God and the Night-wandering God among the 365 demon gods.

These two gods are not the evil gods of day and night in later generations.

But it is a great monster from ancient times.

Born from the essence of the sun and the moon, and baptized by the merits of heaven.

Now he has reached the realm of Daluo.

So when the two of them took turns, they worked extremely hard.

Patrolling for the heaven is a great merit.

It is countless times faster than if they practiced on their own.

"Reporting to the Heavenly Emperor, the Wu Clan is hiding in Buzhou Mountain and refusing to come out as usual."

The two wandering gods did not dare to be rude and quickly answered respectfully.

Two thousand years have passed.

The great demons who settled in the heavenly palace gained endless benefits.

Cultivation is like flying on an airplane, soaring into the sky.

But at the same time, they were also restricted by the Emperor Di Jun.

Demon Summoning Banner!!

Otherwise, given the nature of the monsters that believe in the survival of the fittest and the law of the jungle, this rebellion would have already happened.

Where there are gains, there are constraints.

"It seems that the battle two thousand years ago really convinced the Wu Clan completely."

The Emperor Di Jun looked at his second brother Taiyi happily.

"If you don't cultivate your soul, you won't understand the great way."

"So what if the body has laws? We are just a bunch of reckless men after all."

Taiyi smiled confidently.

After two thousand years of development, he has been promoted from the middle stage of quasi-saint to the late stage of quasi-saint.

"In that case, let's discuss how to deploy the starry sky!"

The sky is big, bigger than the earth.

No gates, no boundaries.

But Emperor Jun had an ambition to take over the entire heaven.

It's not just the territory.

But the whole sky is truly in your hands.

It was like setting up a formation just like his own palace.

Turn it on when you want to, turn it off when you want to.

Of course, this project is extremely huge and cannot be completed by one person alone.

Today, there is no three-part division between heaven and earth.

In the ancient times, there was no concept of time that one day in heaven was equal to one year on earth.

Another thousand years passed.

The appearance of the witch clan has not changed much, but the twelve ancestor witches have undergone earth-shaking changes.

"Oh, it's been a thousand years. Whenever it rains or blows, my whole body aches like hell."

"It's just like extracting the soul and marrow. We are so pitiful. Living feels like being dead."

"Isn't it? Big Brother, you should show some respect!!"

Eleven ancient witches came to the door.

When they saw Dijiang, their eyes lit up.

Everyone rubbed their hands.

The materialistic look of a bear cannot be hidden at all.

Just like the common people.

A thousand years have passed since Pangu's essence and blood were donated.

Even a body as strong as the Eleventh Ancestral Witch is now terribly sickly.

"I'm asking you to cultivate your soul, not to sell vegetables in the market."

Di Jiang, who was refining the elixir, simply rolled his eyes at them.

It was true that he had extracted their Pangu's blood, but he had also given them the secret method to cultivate their primordial spirit.

He looks so miserable now, he is just pretending to get the elixir.

You have to know that I spent two thousand years refining elixirs, but they all went into their stomachs.

Even though they look so pitiful now, the spirits in their bodies are more spirited than each other.

Not only is it the physical body but also the soul, and it is the secret soul of Pangu.

Plus the magic weapons that I made for them.

His strength is only getting stronger, not weaker.

"Alright, alright, if you have the time, why don't you go and practice in my Palm Heaven Bottle?"

Just at this moment Zhu Jiuyin strode over.

Upon hearing about Zhu Jiuyin's Palm of Heaven Bottle, the other Ancestral Witches shrank their heads in fear.

It was a dark time and space.

While practicing inside, you cannot feel the passage of time outside.

Of course, this is not the most terrifying thing. What shocked the ancient witches the most was that the time inside was ten to one compared to the time outside.

Ten days inside, only one day outside.

The ancestor witch is a detached person by nature.

Likes to move, doesn't like to be quiet.

It is already very difficult to ask them to sit cross-legged and cultivate their spirit.

You also want to lock them up in a dark place where they can't even sense time.

This kind of torture is more painful than pulling out bones and tendons.

But it is precisely because of this reason.

So in one thousand years, it takes ten thousand years to achieve the results of cultivation.

Otherwise, even if Di Jiang refined more pills, he would not be able to supply them to the eleven ancestor witches.

After all, Dijiang himself is also practicing.

And his cultivation is even more terrifying.

The blood essence of the eleven ancestor witches directly enabled him to construct the law of force in his body.

of course.

This credit should go to Pangu's primordial spirit.

If it weren't for the accumulation and foundation of Pangu's soul, Dijiang would have replaced it with another soul of a mid-stage quasi-saint.

Even if he was given twelve drops of Pangu's blood, he would not be able to comprehend the shadow of the law of power.

Besides.

Di Jiang also refined the magical powers of eleven clones, plus his own clone.

He directly restored the Twelve Ancestral Witches on a one-to-one basis.

When the other witch ancestors saw it, they were also shocked.

"Jiuyin, you came to see me, is there something important?"

Di Jiang looked at Zhu Jiuyin.

Normally, he wouldn't bother me unless it was something important.

"Brother, our people can no longer be suppressed."

Zhu Jiuyin smiled bitterly.

Looking at the appearance of his own people, it seemed as if he saw them a thousand years ago.

Both helpless and angry.

Exactly.

They neither have Dijiang's acting skills nor Pangu's spirit.

Moreover, the secret method of cultivating the primordial spirit must never be leaked out.

Once leaked.

It will definitely attract the siege of the saints.

No member of the Wu clan can bear such a sin.

So these eleven ancestors of witches have been practicing the mysterious magic of the Yuanshen sect.

You are not allowed to leave Pangu Hall at all.

This is because Pangu Palace can block the secrets of heaven.

Not to mention the saints, even Hongjun, the Heavenly Dao, could not deduce the situation here.

This is the transformation of Pangu's skull.

The mysteries involved cannot be figured out even if they cultivate their souls.

"We have to suppress it even if we can't!!!"

Dijiang frowned.

To resist foreign aggression, we must stabilize the internal affairs!!
While settling the big one, I have forgotten the small one.

"Brother, aren't you making things difficult for us?"

Then Zhu Jiuyin started spitting violently.

Since they can be the protagonist determined by heaven, how could the witch clan's reproduction speed be slower than that of the demon clan?

You have to know that the twenty-six heavens can hardly accommodate the demon race. You can imagine how terrifying the number is.

And how much worse could the witch clan, which is on par with the demon clan, be?

Their number of people has already spread throughout the entire prehistoric land.

Buzhou Mountain is easy to resolve, and Zhu Jiuyin can suppress it with force.

But what about outside Mount Buzhou?
As the saying goes, when a general is on the battlefield, he is not subject to military orders.

What's more, the witch clan uses the evil energy of the earth to cultivate their bodies.

Without spiritual awareness and without cultivating the primordial spirit, one can let alone calm the mind and spirit.

This person has a very bad temper.

It's very easy to light.

Today, the demon clan is still in the sky, but this kind of friction still occurs from time to time.

“This is indeed a big problem!!!”

Listening to Zhu Jiuyin's complaints, Di Jiang knew that if he didn't think of a solution.

The current small conflicts will sooner or later escalate into a war between the two races.

(End of this chapter)