Prehistoric: God-level Development

Chapter 129: The Faith of the Wu Clan (One More Requests for Subscription)

"Hurry, hurry!"

In the ancestral witch hall, Zhu Rong, who has the most hot personality, raised his glass and drank freely, the sound was like thunder, so he was not arrogant and wanton.

The rest of the ancestors and witches were also drinking happily in the hall, staggering, but they didn't let go of their hands and feet like Zhu Rong.

Not only the twelve ancestral witches in the ancestral witch hall, but among the major tribes, the creatures of the witch clan are all drinking happily at this time, preparing countless meats and fruits, and holding feasts.

Now is not an auspicious day, why is the Wu clan as if they are celebrating the festival, and the whole clan is holding a feast?

Naturally, there is no need to say much, but it is because Wu Zun Juntian defeated the demon clan on the coast of the East China Sea and beat the saint.

In the hearts of countless people of the Wu Clan, although Jun Tian is not from the Wu Clan, he is a pure Wu Clan!

Especially when Jun Tian alone achieved the Twelve Heavenly Gods Great Array and turned into Pangu's true body, countless people of the Wu clan were full of blood and tears when they saw it.

Everyone shouted the name of the Father, knelt down and kowtowed.

And when the Nuwa saint came, all the witch clans also sweated for Juntian, for fear that Juntian would be suppressed by the saint.

But the truth is a big surprise to all the people of the Wu clan.

Their Wuzun was not constantly suppressed by the Nuwa Sage, but with the power of the quasi-sage, he turned into the true body of Pangu and crushed the Nuwa Sage with the infinite treasure.

This kind of thing is incredible at all times.

It is said that all saints are ants, and no one can be an exception.

But only Jun Tian's perverted roots, the true body of Pangu against the sky, and so many treasures add up to really be able to rival the saints.

And Juntian's victory is also a victory for the Wu Clan.

How can they not cheer, how can they not be impassioned?

As a result, there is a scene where banquets are all over the place, and there are staggered scenes.

The twelve ancestral witches were full of smiles on their faces, and the Dijiang ancestral witch at the top ate meat, drank wine, raised the wine glass in his hand and shouted: "Respect the great Wuzun!"

"To the Great Witch!"

"To the Great Witch!"

"To the Great Witch!"

When Di Jiang shouted, the twelve ancestors and witches raised their glasses together, and the great witches, witch generals, witch soldiers and all the people of the witch clan shouted loudly at this time.

Wave after wave of sound!

If this scene of the Wu Clan is compared with the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court at this time, it is really a stark contrast.

And at this moment, there was a celebratory cloud in the sky that came quickly.

"Welcome to Wu Zun!"

The people of the Wu clan immediately discovered that it was their Wu Clan's Venerable above Qingyun.

Everyone put down their glasses and shouted to the sky!

Jun Tian came all the way to the ancestral witch hall of the Wu clan, looking at the current situation of the Wu clan, with a little smile on his face.

"No need to be polite!" Jun Tian came to the ancestral witch hall and looked at the twelve ancestral witches who came out of it, and had the posture of kneeling down on one knee to greet him, so he took the lead in letting everyone be exempted.

He was knelt down by countless people along the way, and his heart was a little numb.

The ancestors naturally followed Jun Tian's advice and sent Jun Tian to the main seat.

"The banquet continues, don't disturb the interest because of the return of this seat!" Jun Tian then said to the twelve ancestors and witches, "You also saw what this seat did a few days ago?"

"Naturally, I saw it!" Zhu Rong took the lead in saying: "Wu Zun's divine power is vast, even that saint is far from being an opponent!"

"The Wu clan has Wu Venerable in charge, which is our blessing!"

"Yes, yes, Wu Zun's cultivation is afraid that he can be compared with that Dao Ancestor, and if he becomes a saint in the future, he will naturally be even more extraordinary!"

"What Wu Zun did, hearty, Wu Clan admires it!"

A series of sycophants from many ancestral witches came over, which made Jun Tian laugh.

"Okay, they all say that the Wu clan has a straightforward temperament, but I didn't expect that such a thing would not be left behind!"

Jun Tian teased him like this, which made the faces of many ancestors and witches present look dumb and quite unnatural.

Indeed, most of the previous witches resembled the posture of barbarians, and there were almost no speaking skills or anything.

It's just that because of the appearance of Juntian and the heartfelt admiration of many ancestors, they also learned to slap horses.

"Straight to the point!"

Jun Tian became a little serious, but saw him and said: "The conversation between this seat and Hongjun Daoyou must have been clear to you. "

"This seat wants to destroy the demon clan, but Hongjun Daoyou doesn't allow it!"

"It's not that Hongjun doesn't allow it, but that Heaven doesn't allow it!"

Many ancestral witches nodded one after another, and they were naturally clear about this.

The conversation between Jun Tian and Hongjun was almost all listened to in his ears, and after a little thought, he probably knew what it meant.

This matter is related to the heavenly machine, and it is the content of the great calamity.

But the great powers of the desolation are not fools, of course they can see that the protagonists of this era are not the witch clan and the demon clan?

It's a joke that the two lich clans can coexist peacefully.

Only when you die and I die can we distinguish between high and low is the final outcome.

This is the content of the catastrophe, that is, Hongjun and Juntian don't say it, and the great powers of the flood wilderness can probably guess it.

This is also the reason why Hongjun and Juntian did not take any confidentiality measures at all.

"If this seat is in the battle between the two lich clans, then the saint will definitely not sit idly by, and then it will be a great war of destruction!"

"It's this seat, and there's nothing to be done!"

Jun Tian's tone was quite helpless, although he could ignore the rules, but he also had to consider the life and death of the Wu clan, if it really went against the will of heaven and went all the way to the black, then the Wu clan would be riddled with karma, which was not what Jun Tian was willing to see.

Moreover, the addition of infinite karma is not appropriate for Juntian's path of sanctification and cultivation.

"Wu Zun can rest assured, all the people of the Wu Clan have already figured this out!"

"It is not the saint who is fighting against the witch clan, but the demon clan! Since there will be no saint to come forward to hold down the demon clan, then we and the witch clan do not need the witch to come forward to take the risk!"

Di Jiang walked out, stood in front of Jun Tian, and said with both hands clenched into fists.

"The Demon Clan's Emperor Jun and Taiyi are just chickens and dogs in front of Wu Zun, if we and the Wu Clan can't win the battle, it will be the Wu Clan and Wu Zun to lose your face!"

"We will win this battle!"

"That's right, we will win this battle!"

After Di Jiang made a statement, the rest of the ancestors also stood up from their positions and said to Jun Tian with their fists clenched.

Everyone's eyes are extraordinarily focused and serious.