Emperor's Heaven and Queen's Land

Dijiang gave an order, and the ancestral witches got busy one after another, helping Jumang pick the leaves of the bodhi tree.

When the bodhi tree was carried by Sanqing, Sanqing looked very embarrassed, which also shows how tall the bodhi tree is.And his vitality is also very majestic now, so there are many leaves.

The ancestral witches alone were too busy. After calling all the great witches to help, it took three or four days to smooth out all the leaves.

Because the demon alliance has been united, the witch clan has a strong sense of crisis. After picking off the bodhi leaf, Jumang didn't dare to delay for a moment, and hurried to make medicine.

Di Jiang took the back earth candle Jiuyin and began to discuss the plan to make a great witch.

Di Jiang said: "This time, the witches we created with blood essence must have better aptitude than the witches made of ordinary blood in the clan, but the number must not be many. After all, blood essence is related to our cultivation. It's almost enough to create one or two top-level wizards."

Zhu Jiuyin nodded: "Yes, after the witch tribe takes shape, we can't manage everything. These top witches can just manage the tribe for us."

Hou Tu said: "Then let's use ordinary blood to create some great witches with ordinary qualifications? After all, our blood is limited, and the witch clan must not rely on our creation to continue, or they need to combine independently to breed the next generation."

Di Jiang frowned and said: "I also understand this truth, but the fertility of the witch clan is not strong, and the growth time is not faster than those of the monster clan. Fortunately, the witch clan has spiritual wisdom after birth, and can learn from their parents. Inheriting supernatural powers, the strength is stronger than those monsters. Therefore, it is not completely at a disadvantage."

Standing under the bodhi tree, Zhu Jiuyin touched the tree and sighed, "If only there were some spiritual roots to make medicine that would make the witches more fertile."

Di Jiang also nodded in agreement, thought for a while and asked: "This bodhi tree is an innate spiritual root. I don't know if it will bloom and bear fruit, and if it has other magical effects. After Jumang makes the tonic, let him come over Research research."

After Di Jiang finished speaking, the branches of the Bodhi tree shook twice.

Houtu raised his head subconsciously, and then looked around a few times.

Di Jiang asked curiously: "Sister Eleven, what are you looking at?"

Houtu said, "I seem to have heard crying just now?"

When Di Jiang heard this, he quickly searched around with Zhu Jiuyin, but found nothing. Di Jiang said, "Sister Eleven, you may have read wrong. There are no other creatures around except us."

Hou Tu looked around again, and found that the voice had disappeared, he hesitated: "Maybe I feel wrong."

Di Jiang immediately asked concerned: "Sister Eleven, are you tired of making witches these two days? Why don't you take a break first and make witches later?"

Houtu smiled and said, "No need, big brother. I feel very good, maybe I just misheard just now. Let's go to the Ancestral Witch Hall now, ready to start?"

Seeing Houtu's persistence, Di Jiang said no more: "Okay then, Eleventh Sister, don't force yourself, and tell me immediately if you feel uncomfortable."

Houtu nodded, and walked towards the Ancestral Witch Hall with Emperor Jiang Zhujiuyin.

Not far away, Houtu heard a voice from behind again, and she heard the content of the words clearly.

The voice said: "Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo L L L L L

Houtu's footsteps were barely traceable, and before Di Jiang asked, Houtu said: "Brother, let's go to the Zuwu Hall to make witches, I feel a little inspiration in practice, after taking the blood essence, I will I want to find a place to sit."

Di Jiang said: "Cultivation is important, there is no rush to make witches..."

"Brother." Hou Tu looked at Di Jiang disapprovingly: "It's just a matter of two drops of blood, let's not delay."

Di Jiang had no choice but to tell the truth: "I'm just worried that Eleventh Sister is weak and will feel uncomfortable after taking the blood..."

Houtu lowered his head, glanced at the charming vest line on his waist and abdomen, and wondered why he was weak: "...I am very healthy, brother, don't worry too much."

But Dijiang regretted it more and more. After all the ancestral witches arrived and ordered the ancestral witches to start making witches with blood essence, he was the first to do it, and created two top witches of the Dijiang tribe, and More than a dozen ordinary big witches.Men and women are divided into half, which is very balanced, and it is also created for the purpose of giving birth to the next generation of witches.

The great witches are not as heaven-defying as the existence of the ancestor witches, but they are also born to know it. When they land, they have the cultivation base of heavenly immortals, and they also know the responsibility of their own birth.After bowing to the great witches, they immediately stepped aside respectfully.

Di Jiang hurriedly walked to Hou Tu's side, carefully guarding her.

"?" Houtu was full of doubts and asked, "Brother, why are you standing next to me and staring so closely?"

Di Jiang looked worried: "I'm afraid Eleventh Sister, you're exhausted. I'll stand by your side, and if you can't stand after taking blood, I can hold you up."

"...Oh." Houtu responded speechlessly, picked up the stone knife, and swiped it across his wrist, controlling the amount of blood that fell to the ground, turning into a newborn great witch.

Dijiang looked at her nervously, Houtu laughed, and shook the scar on his palm at Dijiang: "Brother, I'm fine."

Di Jiang turned his head and shouted angrily: "Gu Mang, hurry up and get the herbs!"

Gou Mang was startled, jumped up from the stone table, took the herb and applied it to Houtu's palm.But as soon as the medicine was applied, Di Jiang squeezed it away: "Just give me the medicine. Look at your rough hands and feet. What if you hurt Eleventh Sister?"

Jumang: "...Brother, you used to praise me for being tall and strong, with the demeanor of a ancestral witch."

Di Jiang was very ruthless: "So I can't dislike your rough hands and feet?"

Jumang is the ancestor witch of wood, and he is quite proficient in medicine. Although he is not a very shrewd type, he is definitely not stupid. He immediately smiled and said: "Of course, as long as the elder brother is happy."

Dijiang ignored him and concentrated on applying medicine to Houtu.

Standing behind Di Jiang, Gou Mang smiled and winked at Hou Tu. Seeing this, Hou Tu couldn't laugh or cry, but his eyes fell on Di Jiang's cold and handsome cheek, and his eyes moved slightly.

Di Jiang breathed a sigh of relief after finishing the medicine, and said, "Sister Eleven, shall I take you back to rest?"

Zhu Jiuyin asked: "Brother, how will these newborn wizards be arranged?"

Di Jiang said casually: "You can figure it out, wait until I finish the important things."

Zhu Jiuyin responded in a drawn-out tone; "Oh—" but his expression was very serious.

Houtu couldn't help but say to Dijiang, "Brother, I'm going back to rest first."

Di Jiang immediately said, "I'll see you off."

"... Whatever you want." Houtu said.

The two walked out from the Ancestral Witch Hall together. Before they had gone far, they heard bursts of narrow laughter coming from the Ancestral Witch Hall. In the dark night, Houtu's face turned red.

Di Jiang was quite normal. He looked back at the Zuwu Temple with a puzzled expression, and wondered: "What are these boys doing? Why are they smiling so strangely?"

Hou Tu gave Di Jiang a sideways glance, seeing his puzzled face, his slightly shy heart became a little colder, and he was a little dazed for a while.

Of course Houtu knew what the brother's strange cry meant. Didn't it mean that Di Jiang treated her so attentively that he thought Di Jiang was pursuing her?

Even Houtu himself thought so, but looking at Dijiang's bewildered face, could it be that she was wrong?Di Jiang didn't have that idea?

Thinking of this, the heat on Houtu's face could not help but fade a little. Just when she was hesitating, a voice suddenly came from her ear, which was the voice she heard before going to the Ancestral Witch Hall.In addition to the familiar voice, there was also an unfamiliar voice.

And the two of them are now not far from the Bodhi tree.Di Jiang's face was calm and he was not vigilant, obviously he did not hear the conversation.

Hou Tu's heart moved, he stopped suddenly, and pulled Di Jiang to stop together.

Di Jiang asked, "Sister Eleven, why don't you leave?"

Houtu said calmly, "Brother, I want to sit here and look at the stars, can you sit here with me?"

Di Jiang was stunned, and he didn't know what he thought of. He immediately nodded with a blushing face, and pulled Hou Tu to sit beside the Bodhi tree. The two of them snuggled up beside the Bodhi tree and looked up at the stars together.

Di Jiang turned his head and looked at Houtu and wanted to talk to her, but he saw Houtu was looking at the starry sky seriously, his eyes were shining like stars, and his profile was very beautiful.

Di Jiang was so infatuated for a moment that he didn't even speak, just immersed in this sweet and gentle atmosphere.

Dijiang looked at Houtu bewilderedly, but Houtu was not really looking at the starry sky, she was pricking up her ears to listen to the bodhi tree talking to an unknown being behind her.

The Bodhi Tree's voice was relatively clear, but the emotions in it were very broken. He shouted: "What's the matter with these two ancestor witches? In the middle of the night, they don't sleep or practice, but they lean on me to watch the stars!!!"

Another strange voice sounded, this voice was a little dull, comforting the Bodhi tree and said: "Junior brother, don't worry, after a while, these ancestor witches relax, I will take you to escape from the witch clan. "

The Bodhi Tree sobbed and said, "Escape? Where can I escape? Brother, you were not there that day, you don't know, that bastard Sanqing sold me to these ancestor witches, they made a deal, and got the Dao of Heaven The merit of the reward. Even if I run away, as long as these ancestors go to Sanqing and ask, for that merit, they will definitely find me again."

The distressed voice said angrily: "Sanqing is too much, you have opened up your spiritual wisdom, junior brother, how can they sell you, they are really too bad!"

"That's it!" Bodhi Tree whimpered and echoed.

Houtu slowly learned the information he wanted from the conversation between the two, and he couldn't help but be full of black lines.She said how Sanqing was so generous, and could exchange such a high-quality spiritual root with the Wu Clan. It turned out that this spiritual root actually had spiritual wisdom!It is their Taoist friends.

The Bodhi Tree didn't know that Houtu could hear their conversation, so he said to himself: "You don't know, senior brother. When I was crying this morning, this ancestor and witch Houtu seemed to have heard me crying. I was almost scared to death by her. Fortunately, Zuwu has no primordial spirit, so he cannot hear our conversation."

The distressed voice hesitated and said: "Junior brother, tell me, why don't I go directly to discuss with the ancestral witches, and I will tell them that you have already transformed into a form, so these ancestral witches shouldn't be so mad and turn a Daoist Friends stay as slaves?"

The Bodhi tree said: "How is that impossible? Look at Sanqing, who is dignified, but he can still sell me. Zuwu and Sanqing have the same roots, and they look so vicious, so they must do such a thing!"

"And what kind of deal is this? Ancestor Witch proposed it. The guy who came up with such a bad idea must be more cunning and hateful!"

"Hey, why don't you just keep you, Junior Brother, in the Wu Clan like this? The environment here is not conducive to your recovery. I'd better discuss it with Zu Wu. Didn't Sanqing sell you to them? At worst, I'll sell you You can buy it back."

"How, how to buy?" Bodhi tree asked.

"They bought you with Lingbao, I can only find Lingbao to exchange you back."

"What? No way!" Bodhi Tree refused excitedly: "Since the West was shattered by those two scourges, there are no spirit treasures left. We are both so poor, where can we get the spirit treasures for the ancestor witch? I don't agree, I don't agree!"

"Then what do you do, Junior Brother?"

"Anyway, I don't agree to exchange the spirit treasure for me. I'm a slave to the Wu Clan. Even if I'm bald, I will definitely not give them this spirit treasure!"

When Houtu heard this, he couldn't help slandering, where did this stingy guy come from, why would he rather be a slave than pay a ransom?