Prehistoric: God-level choice, take Zhao Gongming at the beginning

"Okay, we agreed to this matter, but we also have a condition."

"It's what Emperor Jiang's ancestral wizard said."

"One billion merit coins must be paid to us now."

Zhao Gongming thought for a moment and agreed directly, "Okay, no problem."

After saying that, he took out the treasure money again, and as soon as this top-quality innate spiritual treasure came out.

The transparent wings on the left and right kept spinning happily around him.

The rich and thick golden light on his body was almost escaping.

As the originator of money in the ancient world, during this time in the underworld, Luobao money was almost exhausted, and the merits could hardly be contained.

"The ancestral witches are keeping an eye on it."

Zhao Gongming smiled faintly, and used a touch of magic power to activate the Luobao Money. The Luobao Money suddenly shone brightly.

Then the crashing sound of money resounded throughout Pangu Hall.

Not long after, a large mountain made of metal appeared in the entire Pangu Palace, shining brightly and emitting a brilliant and dazzling light.

"All the one billion merit coins are in place. If Dijiang Ancestral Witch is worried, you can count them yourself."

Di Jiang waved his hand, "We can trust the credibility of Taoist friend Gongming, so there is no need to count."

Zhao Gongming nodded, "Okay, I also believe in Master Zuwu's credibility. He will definitely not let me down when the time comes."

Di Jiang smiled and said, "Don't worry, even if our Wu Clan loses everything, we will not embarrass Father God."

Soon, Zhao Gongming and Liu Er left Buzhou Mountain, and the next stop was towards the Eighteenth Level Netherworld Sea.

The number of humans was so huge that Zhao Gongming calculated it several times and still felt that it was still not possible to accommodate all the humans just by relying on Buzhou Mountain, Longevity Mountain, and the East China Sea.

At the most critical moment, the Eighteenth Level Netherworld Sea may not be a place to settle the human race.

After Zhao Gongming left, the sound of the ancestral shaman She comparing corpses was heard again in Buzhou Mountain.

"Brother, do we really want to help the human race? This kid Zhao Gongming caused Houtu sister to be imprisoned in the Netherworld Sea and will never be reincarnated."

As soon as Shebishi said these words, even Zhu Rong was a little dissatisfied.

What are you talking about? The Wu Clan has promised Zhao Gongming, so why should he go back on his words? The Wu Clan cannot afford to lose such a great person.

"You mean, let us Wu clan go back on our word?"

Di Jiang glanced at Zhu Jiuyin lightly, and the latter suddenly shivered in fright.

"Brother, I didn't mean that."

"Not the best!"

Di Jiang's face turned cold for the first time.

"We are the blood of Father God. How great Father God created the world and blessed all things. As the blood of Father God, we must not lose the reputation of Father God."

"yes, Sir."

Shebishi completely lost his temper and became submissive.

In the Thirty-Third Heaven, Da Luo Tian, ​​in the Demon Emperor's Palace, the top officials of the Heavenly Court gathered together.

Two demon emperors, ten demon saints, Emperor Xi Fuxi, demon master Kunpeng, etc.

Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi was wearing the emperor's crown uniform, noble and majestic, and almost all the people were here, Emperor Jun said slowly.

"I believe that you have all heard the recent rumors in the wilderness."

"Your Majesty, I have heard that the human flesh and blood can improve the Taoism, and the soul can help our demon clan break through the witch clan's flesh. It is a great killing weapon."

Demon Saint Gui Che licked his lips, with a wonderful expression on his face.

The taste of human flesh and blood is really wonderful, especially the meat of a three-year-old child, which tastes even more tender and sweet.

Gui Che already has some taste for food. If he doesn't eat hundreds of them a day, he will feel uncomfortable.

"Your Majesty, if this matter is true, I suggest that we first massacre a group of humans to help our demon clan complete their grand plan."

Shang Yang, the only female demon saint among the ten demon saints, stood up and said with cupped hands.

"Your Majesty, the human race was created by Sage Wahuang. If we massacre the human race, how will Sage Wahuang explain it to us?"

As soon as Shang Yang mentioned Nuwa, the entire Demon Emperor's Palace fell into silence, and you could hear a needle drop.

The saint is aloof, and Nuwa is the saint of his demon tribe. She slaughters the human race. If the saint is displeased, she will be blamed.

In this vast heaven, who can withstand the wrath of a saint?

Gui Che licked the shredded meat between his teeth, "Shang Yang, you are making too much fuss. The human race's reproductive power is so terrifying. Now it is already the most numerous race in the prehistoric times. What do the few humans we kill count?" "

"That's right, there are so many humans, and we can't hurt the foundation of the human race, Sage Wahuang won't blame us."

The Iron Demon Saint repeatedly echoed, saying that he and Gui Che were very much in tune with each other.

In the past few years, I have eaten fresh and tender human skin and meat. It is really delicious.

"Can"

Shang Yang wanted to refute, but he didn't know how to speak, so he had to look at Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

Whether to slaughter the human race or not, the Demon Emperor has to make the final decision.

Di Jun looked at the quarrel in the Demon Emperor's Palace indifferently and ignored it. Instead, he focused his attention on Emperor Xi Fuxi, "Emperor Xi, what do you think about this matter?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Fuxi and their hearts lifted.

Fuxi is the saint's elder brother, and in a sense, he can even represent the saint's will.

Fuxi was stunned for a moment as the old god was there, and immediately stood up, cupping his hands towards Emperor Jun, "Everything must be subject to His Majesty's decree."

If it were before, Fuxi would definitely put all his efforts into organizing the demon tribe's plan, because the witch tribe massacres people, bullies the weak, and kills innocent people indiscriminately, which will inevitably lead to great karma.

What's more, according to what Fuxi saw, even the demon clan relied on human souls to refine magical weapons.

It may not be possible to win a complete victory in the war with the Wu clan.

But since Nuwa sent him the news that human affairs had been entrusted to Zhao Gongming, Fuxi felt more relieved.

My nephew's ability to do things is quite good.

If the human race is left in his hands, nothing will happen.

After hearing Fuxi's answer, a rare expression flashed across Di Jun's face.

He originally thought that Fuxi would also plead with the human race, but he didn't expect that Fuxi would be so calm.

However, no matter how Fuxi's emotional reaction was, it could not affect Di Jun's determination. He only saw his eyes condensed and he spoke slowly, "Where are the demon saints?"

"Chen is here!"

"Give you ten years to rectify your troops. After ten years, the troops will be divided into ten groups and they will slaughter people in the lower world. After slaughtering people, they will slaughter witches."

Di Jun felt great determination in his heart.

Not long ago, he and Taiyi perfected the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation. The entire formation was flawless from the inside to the outside.

Coupled with the magical weapon that can break open the body of the Witch Clan, he does not believe that this time, the Demon Clan will be defeated miserably.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

A deafening voice came from the entire Demon Emperor's Palace.

"In just ten years, can Master Nephew Gongming create a miracle?"

Fuxi, on the other hand, couldn't help but worry about Zhao Gongming secretly.

The demon clan has a complex system. I thought there would be a buffer time of a hundred years. Unexpectedly, the demon emperor was so impatient and only left ten years for the humans. The time was too tight.

Hundreds of millions of people are scattered all over the wilderness. Countless people. It takes ten years to migrate. It's difficult, it's too difficult!