Honghuang: I, Kunpeng, am not Lao Liu

Not around the foot of the mountain,

Pangu Temple.

Zhu Rong ran in as if offering a treasure.

Seeing that all the brothers and sisters were there, he shouted happily:

"It's done, it's done!"

Di Jiang couldn't help but darken Zhu Rong's face when he saw it, and Zhu Jiuyin also complained and asked:

"Fourth brother, I asked you to practice the formation with us. What are you thanking for!"

Zhu Rong, on the other hand, ignored Zhu Jiuyin at all. Instead, he twisted his mouth, then curled up the corner of his mouth, revealing the dragon king's smile.

He looked at Zhu Jiuyin disdainfully.

Zhu Jiuyin, who was just a fool, was so blind that he offended the wizard!

When Gonggong on the side saw Zhu Rong's appearance, his heart skipped a beat:

"Did he really let him do that shaman writing?"

When Zhu Jiuyin saw Zhu Rong's smile, he couldn't help but think of Tai Yi for some reason, and then he slapped Zhu Rong on the back of the head and said:

"what are you laughing at?"

Zhu Rong's eyes widened, and then he protected his head tightly. He now felt that Zhu Jiuyin, a former wizard, was jealous of his talent, so he did this.

There was no time to think about it. If I thought about it again, I would have to grow my brain. I ran directly to the steps of Pangu Temple, looked down at the other ancestral witches, and said proudly:

"I created that witchcraft text!"

Just these few words made the ancestral witches in the audience laugh.

Whether it is the eldest brother Dijiang who is usually the most stable, or the slightly gentler younger sister Houtu.

Everyone was laughing at him.

Only Gonggong looked blankly at Zhu Rong above:

"Is it really done?"

Zhu Rong saw everyone's distrustful eyes and smiled mockingly.

There are some indescribable feelings in my heart.

Probably the sparrow knows the ambition of the swan.

Don’t blame others for not believing it.

Of course everyone knows their brothers, who is Zhu Rong?

He is one of the biggest fools in the clan, and Gonggong Youyi has the best relationship with him and fights the most frequently.

Now tell them that witchcraft has been created.

Who will reply?

If Zhu Jiuyin said that he created witchcraft, everyone would believe it a little more.

Then of course comes the obvious slap in the face.

After everyone made some confirmations, they found that Gonggong had really created the witchcraft.

In other words, it cannot be called Wu Wen, it should be more appropriately called Totem.

But the Twelve Ancestral Witches don’t care what his name is.

Directly begin to make an oath to heaven.

Last time the demon clan was in the limelight, this time it was their witch clan's turn.

Zhu Rong stood at the front of the Twelve Ancestral Witches with a smile on his face and said:

"The way of heaven is above, and God the Father will learn from it!"

"Today I, the wizard of the witch clan, Zhu Rong!"

"In order to make up for the vacancies in our clan, we created witchcraft and blessed ourselves. From now on, our witchcraft can use witchcraft to strengthen ourselves!"

Immediately, a ray of heavenly merit fell on the twelve ancestral witches in the wild, and the witchcraft words also floated out from their bodies. The luck of the witch clan also greatly increased at this time.

But this time Pangu's will did not respond.

Although it is inferior to the demon clan in terms of scale and degree, it always makes people feel extremely surprised.

Because what the heck is this witchcraft!

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heaven.

Di Jun and others, who were hurriedly preparing the flags of the Zhou Tianxing Dou Formation, suddenly heard this sound and stood up quickly.

He looked towards Buzhou Shanxia.

At this time, Fuxi was a little dumbfounded:

"This, this witch clan???"

After Di Jun checked it, he found that there was a big difference between the so-called witch writing and the demon writing, not that there was a big difference in power.

These two things are simply not the same species. Can this thing also gain merit?

He is worthy of being Pangu’s biological son!

What are words? Words are used for inheritance, and Kunpeng's demon writings solve the inheritance problem of the demon clan. They are engraved in the blood of the demon clan and will last forever.

Well, the Witch Clan can be regarded as the same inheritance, but using magical powers to describe it is probably more appropriate.

A magical power that only belongs to the Wu clan.

If you think about it this way, it seems reasonable for Wu Wen to gain merit.

After all, these reckless men of the Witch Clan can acquire magical powers.

Demon Master’s Palace.

Kunpeng looked in the direction of the foot of Buzhou Mountain with a look of disbelief.

What the hell?

What did he hear?

Wizard Zhurong?

Create witchcraft?

What kind of joke is this?

Can he and Zhu Rong become a wizard?

And create witchcraft?

No wonder Zhu Rong rushed to see his Demon Master Palace last time.

At first, he thought it was because he performed very well during the dragon-demon battle, but it turned out to be the case.

Kunpeng couldn't help but hide his face at this time.

When I think about this, I know that in the future, people in the prehistoric times will definitely compare him with Zhu Rong, a fool.

After all, one is a wizard and the other is a demon master, and both of them invented the writing of their own clan.

Kunpeng twitched the corner of his mouth.

Is this part of the script included?

What about the prehistoric line? Is it too much for Zhu Rong to become a wizard?

Also, isn’t this witchcraft the totem of the human race in the future?

What will the Qian people do in the future?

At this moment, Kunpeng's heart suddenly moved:

"Wait a minute, will the totems of the human race be passed down from the shamans in the future?"

"There is another reincarnated Chi You"

Kunpeng didn't know what he should say at this time.

It probably feels like 'it's broken and I'm a substitute'! ——

sea ​​of ​​blood,

You can see that there are many figures of the Styx on the shores of the Blood Sea today.

The main body of Styx looked a little cold when he saw the scene at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, and smiled:

"Wizard? Shaman?"

"Is it merit again?"

"But so what?"

"Witch Clan? Monster Clan? Ha! Wait until this blood sea formation is completed! It's just mediocre!"

He, Styx, felt that the days were getting more and more promising.

Then he got into the crazy process of detonating troops.

Styx thought he had complete control over the blood sea, but he didn't know that in the depths of the blood sea, a black mosquito with six blood-colored wings was constantly fanning its wings and peeking at everything that happened.

I was still thinking about whether I should sneak up behind Styx and give him a try.

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The west,

Mount Sumeru.

At this time, both Jieyin and Zhunti had already broken through to the quasi-sage realm.

The two of them looked in the direction of Buzhou Mountain, and they couldn't help but say:

"It's been another troubled time! I don't know what's going on with Big Brother!"

Zhunti also said:

"I don't know who will win between the two lichs!"

Jieyin turned around silently and shook his head:

"It's just a loss for both sides!"

"The greater the trouble in the East, the more opportunities we have!"

"I just have to persuade my eldest brother to get out of here as soon as possible!"

"Otherwise, with my brother's temperament, I will probably be eaten to pieces!"

Zhunti nodded in agreement, but said worriedly:

"But how could eldest brother Renyi do such a thing, abandoning the demon clan and not caring about it?"

At this time, Jie Yin could only smile bitterly!

Indeed, can they still not understand what kind of person their eldest brother is?

If the Lich really starts fighting then, of course Kunpeng will join the battlefield without hesitation.

It is simply impossible to persuade him to leave!

This is their incomparable eldest brother!

It’s really hard for them! It’s difficult!

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