Hong Huang: I am a disaster to the three religions, and you don’t want to separate?

Zhu Jiuyin is the only "normal person" among the twelve witch ancestors.

He fell into deep thought when he learned about the actions of the Demon Court.

The Demon Court would not do this for no reason.

After years of being unable to determine the winner, Di Jun took the initiative to request a truce.

As a result, it seems that the Demon Court is taking advantage of the truce to develop.

If this is the case, Di Jun's previous words can only be a cover.

It is just an excuse for the Demon Court to seize the time to develop.

Hou Tu looked arrogant, with strong disdain between her eyebrows.

"You are my second brother, but you can't do this, let go."

"I will attack the Demon Court now."

"Let those two mixed-haired birds see how powerful our witch clan is."

"As for the races that joined the Demon Court, none of them will be left alive!"

Zhu Jiuyin remained calm and still held Hou Tu's wrist tightly.

He was thinking about the correct response strategy in his heart.

His eyes were attracted by Di Jiang and others squatting in the corner.

No matter what the purpose of the Demon Court is.

Even if the truce is fake, they can only accept it.

The Wu Clan must not go to war with the Demon Court at this moment.

Dijiang and several other ancestor witches squatted together and drew circles.

They kept saying that the Wu Clan was finished, and the demon clan had become stronger again.

Why not take advantage of the fact that they haven't launched a large-scale attack yet.

Let's pack up and split up.

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong hit it off immediately.

The Demon Court must pay the price, and it's over.

It just happened to be the same as Hou Tu's idea.

She pointed at Zhu Rong and Gong Gong and said in a proud tone.

"This palace orders you to be the left and right deputy generals."

"Let's go to the Demon Court together and let them see how powerful the Wu Clan is!"

As soon as the voice fell, Hou Tu broke free from Zhu Jiuyin's restraints.

He led the two warlike ancestor witches straight to the sky.

Zhu Jiuyin's pupils shrank slightly, showing a rare anxiety.

Bad things, with the current strength of the witch clan.

The result of going to the demon court to kill can only be to seek death.

He glanced at Dijiang who was still squatting in the corner and drawing circles.

He immediately asked the great witch Xiangliu and Xingtian to come and watch.

Then, without the slightest hesitation, he chased Houtu and the others.

Several evil spirits surged into the sky.

The four ancestor witches soon arrived at the South Heaven Gate.

Among them, the most unruly Houtu stood with his hands on his waist and held his head high.

"Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi, get out of here."

"On the surface, you say you are coexisting peacefully, but in fact you are recruiting troops on your own."

"What are you thinking? Come out and die quickly!"

The high-pitched voice kept echoing in the demon court.

Xuandan and others who were originally playing mahjong looked at each other.

Oh, there is fun, go quickly.

The next moment, the figures of the three people disappeared.

Poor Guangchengzi was still making the spirit mirror in the palace.

Only the youngest prince of Jinwu was left at the mahjong table.

He stared at the all-in-one cards in front of him, and then looked at the last card in his hand.

The youngest prince of Jinwu was stunned.

He suddenly felt his heart twitch and suffocated.

Finally, he cried out in a wail.

"My self-drawn all-in-one cards, I'm so sorry!"

Unfortunately, Xuandan and others have already come to the South Heaven Gate to watch the fun.

Kunpeng led many demon gods to line up and waited for battle.

Facing the four quasi-saint supreme ancestor witches.

In the absence of the two majesties.

For them, the pressure is still very great.

Especially these four ancestor witches don't look normal.

Kunpeng stared at the ancestor witches' discolored skin and frowned slightly.

He glanced at Xuandan who was watching the show.

Damn, four more people who took medicine!

Kunpeng's mind flashed with lazy Di Jun, delicious Tai Yi, lost Bai Ze...

He suddenly had another headache.

This is definitely not a good time to go to war with the Demon Court.

And their grievances with the two saints in the West have not been resolved.

Kunpeng responded loudly.

"You have clearly agreed to a ceasefire, why do you go back on your word?"

"Are the ancestors of witches a group of untrustworthy villains?!"

"Leave the Demon Court immediately, and I will pretend that nothing happened."

As soon as the voice fell, Hou Tu showed a defiant smile.

Immediately thought that the Demon Court was scared and did not dare to fight.

Sure enough, the power of the witch clan is incomparable to that of the demon clan.

Hou Tu was overjoyed in her heart, but she still insisted on shouting.

"Di Jun and Donghuang Tai Yi must come out."

"You are not worthy of talking to me."

As soon as these words came out, Kunpeng's face turned red.

He is the youngest among the ancestors of witches.

How dare he say such a thing.

But now the ancestors of witches refuse to leave.

Gonggong and Zhurong are like two lunatics, constantly agreeing.

"We must let Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi come out."

"Yes, we must let them come out."

"It is better to fight like a man."

"Yes, likeA man wants to fight."

"..."

Kunpeng went to ask Di Jun for help.

At least he had to go through the motions and let the ancestor witch retreat quickly.

It would be bad if they found out about the current situation in the demon court.

Di Jun turned over lazily with the sub-spiritual mirror in his hand and a spiritual grass cigarette in his mouth.

"Go, go, go, let Taiyi handle it, I'll watch the sword dance again. "

Kunpeng's heart was about to collapse.

He could only go to the imperial kitchen to ask Donghuang Taiyi for instructions.

Fortunately, Donghuang Taiyi learned that it was his elder brother's order.

He ran straight to the South Heaven Gate with a chicken leg in his hand.

He burped, with a chicken leg in his left hand and a spiritual grass cigarette in his right hand.

His face was full of intoxication, so comfortable.

When he reached the South Heaven Gate.

He saw the figures of the four ancestors from a distance.

Donghuang Taiyi kept stuffing chicken in his mouth and waved his hand casually.

"The Demon Court abides by the armistice agreement, and you violated it first."

"Hurry up and leave."

Kunpeng was relieved immediately.

Fortunately, there was still Donghuang Taiyi willing to come forward.

He thought the matter was over.

Who knew that Hou Tu's face suddenly became gloomy and said in a cold voice.

"I asked you to go to Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi. ”

“So you just found a fat guy to fool me.”

“Are you deliberately teasing me? !”

At this moment, the Nantian Gate was silent.

Donghuang Taiyi has been eating and drinking a lot for many years.

He has become a fat ball and has gained weight completely.

He never lacks food and spiritual grass cigarettes in his hands.

Such a changed body shape made the ancestor witches present unable to recognize him at all.

Duobao, a disciple of Xuanmen, quickly took a photo with the Ziling Mirror and sent it to the chat room of the disciples of the three religions.

[Duobao: This is Donghuang Taiyi now.]

[Zhao Gongming: No way, he has become so fat, and why has he changed color.]

[Huanglong: Does he want to be a big eater?]

[……]

Donghuang Taiyi snorted coldly, releasing an unchangeable aura.

“I am Donghuang Taiyi, do you have any objections? ! "

The four great witch ancestors were stunned and stood there.

Who could have thought of the handsome and domineering Donghuang Taiyi.

It is now a complete sphere.

Hou Tu held her head high and said softly.

"Since you are here, you must show some sincerity to me."

"What is that thing you are smoking? Give it to the witch clan."

"The matter can be put to rest."