Honghuang: I, Kunpeng, am not Lao Liu

With Yaowen, maybe the Yao clan will become like wild beasts in the future, and even lose the foundation of being a Yao clan.

But as long as the memory in the bloodline awakens, and the inheritance in the bloodline awakens, the demon clan will definitely exist, and it will still be the same demon clan.

At this time, Bai Ze on the side had tears in his eyes. He bowed to Kunpeng and said with a moving expression:

"The demon master created the demon literature, which is of great benefit to the present generation and will benefit from eternity!"

But Kunpeng couldn't care about Bai Ze now, because Tiandao also opened one eye at this time, locking Kunpeng with his indifferent and extremely powerful aura.

It seemed to be confirming, and it seemed to be examining, and then a golden, thick Heavenly Merit fell down at this time.

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Not around the foot of the mountain,

At this time, Di Jiang stood outside the Wu Clan's territory, looking deeply in the direction of the heaven.

His expression became more solemn.

After seeing the heavenly merits brought down by the demon text, Di Jiang looked a little thoughtful.

But Zhu Jiuyin frowned and said seriously to Di Jiang:

"Brother, if this demon clan is allowed to develop like this, our witch clan will be in danger!"

Di Jiang nodded, of course he knew what Zhu Jiuyin meant, but now his younger brothers and sisters have not yet made a complete breakthrough.

Their Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods Formation is not yet ready, and if they take action, it will have a negative impact on them.

Because he, the son of the Wu clan, really couldn't bear the hao hao.

Although if a war started now, he could certainly say with certainty that the Witch Clan would win.

but? After the victory, it is estimated that they are the only ancestral witches left in the entire witch clan.

Di Jiang even speculated on Hongjun's reaction when the time came, and whether he would stop them from destroying the demon clan?

Therefore, in Di Jiang's mind, he still had to wait until all his younger brothers and sisters broke through the Hunyuan, and with the formation of the Twelve Heavenly Gods, even a saint like Hongjun would be able to fight.

Di Jiang looked in the direction of the demon clan again, his frown suddenly relaxed, a smile appeared on his face, and he said to Zhu Jiuyin:

"Since this demon clan can create demon scripts, why don't we, the witch clan, also create a witch script?"

Zhu Jiuyin on the side couldn't help but be stunned when he heard Di Jiang's words, but he turned around and thought about the feasibility of the matter and nodded.

Anyway, they had already plagiarized the establishment of the Demon Clan last time, so it would be quite reasonable to copy a witch text now.

Then Di Jiang looked at Kunpeng again and said to Zhu Jiuyin:

"Since the demon clan can have demon masters, then our witch clan should also have wizards!"

Zhu Jiuyin couldn't bear it anymore and blurted out:

"Brother, aren't we being too shameless like this?"

After hearing this, Di Jiang's eyes instantly became fierce and he asked:

"What words? What are you talking about!"

Zhu Jiuyin's tone became even weaker and he said:

"But if we copy the demon clan like this, we will be laughed at by everyone in the wild!"

Di Jiang was even more serious, and said:

"Plagiarism? How can our Wu Clan be called plagiarism! I don't think anyone in the wild would dare to talk about our clan!"

Then after thinking for a while, he looked at Zhu Jiuyin with burning eyes and said:

"Second brother, I think you are considered a smart person in the clan. I will leave the task of writing witchcraft to you. From now on, you will be the wizard of my witch clan!"

Zhu Jiuyin knew something was wrong when he heard the first part, and even more bitterly when he heard the second part——

Kunlun Mountains.

When heaven sends down merit, the whole world will naturally feel it.

And Kunpeng's creation of demon literature that was beneficial to the prehistoric times also led to auspicious signs.

At this time, the merits descended from Heaven were like a slap on Yuanshi Tianzun's face.

It made him feel a little burning pain.

Tongtian seemed to be looking in the direction of the heaven at this time, but in fact he was peeking at his second brother's reaction.

He didn't know since when, he felt a sense of pleasure in his heart when he saw his second brother being slapped in the face.

Although Tongtian kept telling himself in his heart that this was his second brother, he still couldn't help but want to snicker in the end!

Taiqing was still so inactive, making people seem inscrutable, but Tongtian, as his own brother, certainly knew that his eldest brother was probably shocked at this time.

But the eldest brother is the kind of person who pretends to be righteous and sanctimonious, so even if he has thoughts in his heart, he will not say it out loud and remains extremely calm in appearance.

Yuanshi Tianzun felt very embarrassed and angry just as Tongtian thought.

There was even a kind of anger in his heart, and he wanted to go to heaven and kill Kunpeng directly.

The anger in my heart became increasingly difficult to reconcile.

Taiqing and Tongtian on the side became extremely worried after seeing this scene, fearing that Yuanshi Tianzun would be in the same situation as last time.

Taiqing's eyes moved at this time, and he said to Yuanshi Tianzun:

"Second brother, if you don't kill me now, when will you wait?"

Yuan Shi's heart, which was originally full of anger, suddenly felt as if it had been poured down by sweet rain, and his eyes regained clarity.

Then he remembered his state at that time, and then, a figure as black as ink walked out from Yuanshi Tianzun.

As soon as he came out, he burst into laughter and said arrogantly:

"I shall be the Yuanshi Demon!"

Tongtian couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth when he saw the scene in front of him.

Yuanshi Tianzun also laughed at this time, then took his evil corpse into his body, raised his hands to Taiqing and said:

"Thanks for the advice, brother!"

Then he also bowed his hands to Tongtian. He also saw Tongtian's worry about him at that time.

Then Tongtian couldn't help but said:

"Second brother's killing of the evil corpse can be regarded as a benefit from Kunpeng!"

Yuanshi Tianzun's smiling face suddenly darkened. He had just seen his third brother's reaction and was thinking:

"The third brother still cares about me, the second brother, that's all. I'll give him more room in the future!"

But I didn't expect that Tongtian would say such a thing. It's like a pot that doesn't need to be opened!

Now I think of:

"What do you want him to do? Teach him a lesson and let him know the inferiority of elders and younger ones!"

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heaven.

Heaven sent down merits at this time, 80% of which were integrated into the demonic writings, and then the demonic writings slowly submerged into the fate of the entire demon clan.

The group of monsters thanked Kunpeng again:

"Thank you sorcerer!"

Then, 30% of the remaining two successful virtues were transferred to Di Jun and others, and then 70% were merged into Kunpeng's head.

Just as he was about to merge into Kunpeng's body, Kunpeng used great magic power to intercept the merits, and then sacrificed his Demon Master's Palace.

At this time, everyone was naturally very confused.

Di Jun and other powerful officials next to him were full of joy after gaining merit, but suddenly they frowned when they saw Kunpeng's actions.

Bai Ze couldn't help but remind Kunpeng:

"Demon Master, this magic weapon of yours is already at the highest acquired level, why bother?"

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