Hong Huang: The ancestral witches are sanctified before the sermon is finished

Bai Ze nodded and said firmly.

"Naturally, with the help of foreign objects, the little demon at the peak of Daluo Jinxian can easily kill the desolate people in the quasi-sage realm."

As soon as these words came out, all the great powers suddenly took a deep breath.

You must know that the strength of a quasi-sage, even a monk who has just entered the quasi-sage, is by no means something that Da Luo Jinxian can compete with.

To put it bluntly, let alone a peak Daluo Jinxian, even if there are ten or hundreds, they are not an opponent of a quasi-sage.

But now Bai Ze actually said that Da Luo Peak could easily kill the Desolate Race with the help of foreign objects, this is not a joke.

Di Jun frowned, not because he didn't believe in Bai Ze, he was very aware of Bai Ze's ability, and also knew that Bai Ze would not boast.

"Bai Ze, Da Luo can easily kill the quasi-sage? This is not a joke, don't talk nonsense."

Bai Ze shook his head lightly, "Who am I, Bai Ze? Naturally, I won't talk nonsense. It's true that Da Luo cuts the quasi-sage, but it's only valid for the desolate race."

Listening to the explanation, Di Jun's eyes sparkled immediately, and he urged eagerly, "What is this foreign object? Is it easy to get it? Can it be obtained in large quantities?"

Bai Ze said without hesitation.

"This item is very easy to obtain. As for whether it can be obtained in large quantities, it depends on the quantity of the other party."

This time, Di Jun was even more eager, his face full of desire.

Bai Ze's scalp was numb, and he quickly continued to explain, "I have been watching the future, and I learned that although the human race can't improve the strength of our race, their fleshy bodies can sacrifice magic weapons."

"As long as a large number of people are hunted down and their flesh and blood gathered in one place, they will definitely be able to create a magical weapon against the Desolate people."

"I call this thing the Sword of Slaughtering Desolation. Slashing the flesh of the Desolate tribe is like chopping melons and vegetables."

Listening to the explanation, Di Jun's heart suddenly became alive, and he clapped his hands vigorously, "Good good! Tuhuang Sword? This name is very wonderful! Very wonderful!"

Bai Ze waved his hands again and again, expressing his courage.

Chapter 269

Yaozu got Bai Ze's idea and immediately started a small-scale test.

They carefully chose a weak and unpopular human group far away from the ancestral land of the human race to attack.

This is a group of human races with lower roots and weaker talents.

Although the strength of this group is weak, the number is extremely large.

There is no way, after all, the base of the human race is huge, capable people will naturally emerge in large numbers, but the powerful have always been a minority, and most of the rest are bottom-level people.

The Yaozu chose the target, and at first they were quite cautious in catching some human races and extracting their flesh and blood.

After all, if you don't look at the monk's face, you have to look at the Buddha's face. After all, the human race is an acquired race created by the saint Nuwa. It's hard to say whether there is something wrong with the human race, and whether Nuwa will help.

Send some big monsters in a small area to do it. Even if troubles are really caused, they can be pushed to these monsters.

It is said that they made their own decisions, and the higher level of the demon court did not know about these things, and once these big demons were dealt with, it would be considered a one-hundred-and-a-half.

At least you can fool Nuwa, as for whether she believes it or not?Then there is no other way, since the culprit has already been killed anyway, how can you not give in?

Di Jun also wanted to use this to test out Nuwa's attitude towards the human race.

As time went by, more and more human races were killed, but Nuwa remained indifferent, which also made the Yaozu more courageous.

They started to move out frequently, and soon, the first Desolation Sword was born.

After testing, the treasure refined by the human race's flesh and blood sacrifice was exactly as Bai Ze said.

The iron-like steel body of the Huangzu was not even as strong as a piece of tofu in front of this sword.

This time, the monster race broke out completely, and they began to look for the human race group, wanting to sacrifice more swords to slaughter the wilderness, and take it as their duty to slaughter the wilderness, to avenge their previous revenge.

At this time, Di Jun was gathering in the demon court with all the powers of the demon clan.

Di Jun laughed loudly, his palms turned red, "As you can see, the great achievement this time belongs to Bai Ze. He is the one who thought of a way to deal with the Huangzu."

"I want to promote him to be the leader of the monster clan's think tank, do you have any opinions?"

After hearing this, Qiqi said he had no objection, and congratulated Bai Ze one after another.

Bai Ze acted rather embarrassed, with an expression of praise from everyone.

Di Jun smiled heartily and said, "Since that's the case, then from now on, Bai Ze will be the leader of my monster clan's brains."

All the monsters applauded, and Bai Ze stood with his hands down calmly.

The great powers roiled for quite a while before they calmed down.

Di Jun also took advantage of the opportunity to raise a new question, "Bai Ze, this sword of slaughtering the wilderness can easily kill the desolate people. I wonder if we can refine some swords of slaughtering the wilderness? To break the flesh of the witch race?"

Bai Ze has a clear mind, he knew that Di Jun would think of these things.

In his opinion, Di Jun is a born king, but he is not an emperor.

So, he sighed.

"I don't know why His Majesty wants to refine the witch-slaying sword? Is it to prevent the army of the witch clan from overwhelming the land?"

Di Jun was taken aback when he heard the words, and said without paying attention.

"It's not out of self-preservation. You also know how powerful the witch clan is, but if you have the witch-slaying sword, you can hit the door directly and wipe out the witch clan."

Bai Ze pondered for a moment, then shook his head hastily, and said earnestly.

"Your Majesty, no! This is absolutely impossible!"

Di Jun was very puzzled by Bai Ze's attitude at this time. You must know that when he was targeting the Dahuang clan, he was just and stern.

Facts have proved that Bai Ze's guarantee is not wrong, the Tuhuang Sword can indeed easily break through the flesh of the Huangzu.

It stands to reason that normal people would think that they are all flesh bodies. There is no reason why this human race's sacrificial treasure can solve the desolate race, but it cannot solve the witch race.

But Bai Ze said this uncharacteristically, which made Di Jun puzzled.

So he asked.

"Bai Ze, why is this? The method is the same, why can it deal with Huang but not Wu?"

As soon as these words came out, all the great powers were eagerly waiting to know how Bai Ze would explain it.

To be honest, if they hadn't known that Bai Ze had always lived reclusively in Yunmeng Ze, they would have even thought that Bai Ze had enmity with the Desolate Race.

When Bai Ze saw this, he knew very well that it would be impossible without a clear explanation.

So, he sighed and said in a low voice.

"Everyone, it's not that I have any grievances with the Desolate race, it's just that with the same method, that human race can indeed sacrifice the witch-slaying sword."

Di Jun nodded and chuckled, "Then let's sacrifice, the human race is endless, enough to make countless magical weapons."

Bai Ze shook his head, "Your Majesty, you only know one thing, not the other."

"The witch-slaying sword can harm the witch clan, but it can only hurt the lowest existence. Among the witch clan, there are no more than ten such existences."

"And it is still decreasing at an extremely fast speed. If I wait for the sacrifice of the witch-slaying sword and go rashly, then... my monster clan will not be far away from the day of extinction."

Bai Ze's words made the powerful men who were in the joy of victory feel as if a basin of cold water was pouring on their heads, and they all took a breath.

I also had to sigh in my heart, "The Witch Clan is so powerful that it is not an exaggeration to say that they are the first race in the wild. This means that they have no intention of fighting for hegemony. Otherwise, the Monster Clan and the Desolate Clan may have long since ceased to exist."

The powerful men felt fear in their hearts, and Di Jun also jumped up against the crime. He was displeased, and subconsciously thought that Bai Ze was disturbing the morale of the army.

But soon, he recovered. It was the same sentence, Di Jun knew Bai Ze's ability very well.

And it was absolutely impossible for the other party to talk nonsense, so he endured it and asked.

"Are you serious? Is it your supernatural power?"

"Exactly!" Bai Ze nodded lightly and replied.

After a moment of silence, he continued.

"What the supernatural power shows is a harmless, youthful sorcerer, and the other twelve ancestral witches stepping on His Majesty's corpse, talking and laughing happily."

"Everyone here is present, but it is a dead body. The demon court is completely destroyed, and gunpowder smoke is everywhere. There are not many demon clans left, so they have to hide in the dark place and try to survive."

Bai Ze explained that the more he spoke, the more frightened he became, and the more he spoke, the more frightened he became, not because of the increasingly gloomy expressions of Di Jun and the great powers.

Instead, it was because the scene shown by his supernatural power at that time was even more terrifying than what he said now.

Much more terrifying, at least a hundred times more.

It's just that at this moment, it's hard for him to say it out. He simply doesn't have the courage to recall the scene where the thirteen demon god-like existences led many witches to the Demon Court.

As long as he thought of those sorcerers who were soaked in blood, grabbing the corpses of the demon race, and chewing them with a smile, his back could not help but sweat.

Bai Ze's words made all the great experts and Di Jun panic.

Di Jun was silent for a moment, and then spoke slowly.

"In this case, we have no choice but to give up. We should hurry up and refine the Slaughtering Sword to deal with the Great Wilderness."

As soon as these words came out, all the great powers reconsidered one after another. They were afraid that it would be too late to agree, and Di Jun would have the idea of ​​dealing with the Wu Clan again.

It is true that the mighty are long-lived people, let alone immortality, it is still possible to live the same life as the heaven and the earth.

Of course, the lifespan of heaven and earth is not the lifespan of heaven and earth, such as measuring kalpa. It means that if heaven and earth are immortal, and they don't have to go to kill kalpa, they will live forever.

But as the saying goes, the longer you live, the more afraid you are of death. The same is true for the powerful. They can obviously live forever, but they want to seek death. They will not do this kind of thing.

It's not that I'm impatient to live, and it's not that I'm just waiting to die, so why bother asking for trouble?

Now Di Jun ordered that all the great experts leave immediately, and escape quickly by offering sacrifices to refining treasures.

the other side.

In the ancestral land of the Wu clan, Li Hao, who went out to inquire about news, let out a long sigh.

Di Jiang asked curiously, "Thirteenth brother, what happened? Why did you go out for a trip, so unhappy?"

Li Hao looked at the sky, put on a bitter face, and sighed again and again.

"Brother, you don't know, this time I went out, I found something.

"It's a big thing, the human race is afraid to suffer!"

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After hearing this, Di Jiang immediately understood the meaning of Li Hao's words, and immediately exclaimed, "The demon clan will never die? Have you started refining the witch-slaying sword?"

Li Hao nodded, then shook his head again, "Now what they refine is the Sword of Slaughtering Desolation, because the Desolate race is the same as ours, and they all have extremely strong physical bodies."

"But... once the monster race defeats the desolate race, it is inevitable to wonder whether the treasure sacrificed with the flesh and blood of the human race can also be used on the equally powerful witch race."

After these words came out, Di Jiang fell into deep thought. After all, Li Hao's worry is not impossible.

In fact, they didn't know that the Yaozu had already thought of such a thing.

It can only be said that inertial thinking kills people. It is impossible for the two witches to think about it. Today's witch clan is no longer something that the monster clan can fight against.

Nine-turn Xuanyuan Kungfu is not a joke. At this time, almost all members of the Wu clan are at five-turn, and only the late-born shamans are still on the fourth turn.

However, these sorcerers are only rare, as Bai Ze said, there are no more than ten hands, and they are still decreasing at an extremely fast speed.

Of course, Di Jiang and Li Hao didn't know this, who made the Wu Clan not understand the way of deduction at all?There is no way.

Dijiang immediately summoned all the ancestral witches for a meeting to discuss how to deal with the immediate crisis.

Soon, all the ancestral witches arrived, and Zhu Rong came in in a hurry, before anyone arrived, "Brother, what's the matter? Can't you let me relax?"

As soon as Di Jiang heard this, his complexion turned dark immediately, and he said in a cold tone.

"Why? I haven't dealt with you for tens of thousands of years, and you think you can do it again, don't you?"

"Is this you floating? Or am I unable to hold the knife?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhu Rong's whole body trembled subconsciously, and he said flatteringly.

"How can I? How can I float? I will always be the third child in the eyes of the elder brother, right?"

Di Jiang glanced at Zhu Rong, snorted coldly, and said nothing.

Zhu Rong hurriedly hid to the side, and at the same time he was relieved, almost, almost was about to be beaten, it was too dangerous.

At this time, Zhu Rong couldn't help sighing in his heart, "Mother, this method is really useful, I have to do it like this next time."

What Zhu Rong said was correct, the reason why he suddenly changed his face was entirely due to the teachings of Queen Mother Xi.