The whole prehistoric world knows that Mozu is getting a divorce

The people who preached the sermon relished it, and the people who listened to it were numb. This phenomenon made Luo Hu laugh for a long time.But no matter how interesting things were, he couldn't keep watching them. Luo Hu lay on his bed in Zixiao Palace, flipping through the picture albums he had made before.

The picture book contained the ingredients of the elixir and the steps of alchemy. It was so detailed that it could be taught by hand. It was all hand-painted by Hongjun.

When Luo Hu was bored, he actually didn't like to use the jade tablet to read things. Even if he had a photographic memory, it was better to read a book.

Flipping through an advanced alchemy formula called "Enlightenment Pill", Luo Hui thought about it. Now that Hongjun is busy preaching and has no time to pay attention to him, he might as well go and try Hongjun's alchemy room in Zixiao Palace.

Under the itching of his hands, Luo Hu happily ran to play.

In the main hall, Hongjun's eyelids twitched, and he heard the rumble of the alchemy room.

Oops, Luo Hu went to his alchemy room!

Due to the good sound insulation and shockproof effect of the formation, only Hongjun in the entire Zixiao Palace could hear the terrifying movement over there.Hongjun once again realized the price of ignoring Luo Hu, and what he will lose this time will be many spiritual roots and elixir.

Hongjun swallowed a mouthful of blood silently, facing life calmly.

The old does not go and the new does not come.

The elixir can be exchanged, but the Taoist companion cannot be exchanged!

What happened in Zixiao Palace Dojo is unknown to the outside world.From the beginning of the sermon, the Zixiao Palace Dojo was covered by the Dao of Heaven, no one could pinpoint its location, and Luo Hu was able to come to the Zixiao Palace purely because he was half the owner of the Zixiao Palace.

In this way, a strange thing happened to the prehistoric creatures.

Those who go to hear the sermon...

Why have you not come back after thousands of years?

All kinds of appalling speculations came out. Some people suspected that those monks were set in a trap and died 33 days away. Some people thought that it was the great Hongjun who set up a test, so that everyone who listened to the Tao was put to the test. among...

In any case, not many believe that they have been preached for millennia.

After such a long time in the prehistoric world, I have never heard of any senior who can preach for thousands of years in one breath. No one has such a lot in their stomachs!

In Jiuchongtian, there is a strange atmosphere in the Yaozu Heavenly Court.

Fuxi and Kunpeng haven't returned yet, and their whereabouts are unknown, which makes the Yaoshuai feel a little regretful. If they didn't join in the fun, the Yaozu would not be short of two battle strengths for no reason.Fortunately, the same is true for Zuwu, and I heard that Houtu has not returned to the Wu clan.

They lowered their heads to chat, but Dijun sitting on the Lingxiao Palace looked at Taiyi, "Taiyi, did you go to Mount Sumeru to see Luo Hu?"

Tai Yi shook his head, "No, I asked a few little demons inside through the barrier, and they all said they didn't know if the Mountain Lord was there. I suspect that Luo Hu should have gone out."

Di Jun frowned, a little disbelieving, "He's not here?"

Tai Yi affirmed: "Not here."

When Luo Hu was in a bad mood, he would always ignore him, but with Luo Hu's pride, he would never deliberately pretend to be dead while he was clearly at Mount Sumeru.

Di Jun sighed: "This is troublesome." He knocked on the handrail and recalled the off-topic chats of those demon commanders, "Luo Hu is not at Mount Sumeru, and now no one knows what is going on there 33 days away, what do you think? deal with it?"

He glanced at Bai Ze vaguely.

As for Bai Ze, there was no worry at all on his face. He had a smile in his eyes and waved his fan, looking like a carefree fairy.

Facing Di Jun's question, the demon commanders concluded three results: one is to send someone to find someone 33 days away, the other is to ask His Majesty the Demon Emperor to deduce their life and death, so as to avoid any accidents for Fuxi and Kunpeng, and the third is... Your Majesty You can consider going to war against the Wu Clan!

The witch tribe lacks the ancestors and queens, so they cannot use the Twelve Capitals' gods and demons!

After Di Jun heard this, his heart moved slightly.

Tai Yi was very moved when he heard it, "Brother, do you want to test the Wu Clan?" His eyes were full of fighting spirit, and the corner of his mouth smiled brightly.

Di Jun heard the words clearly, "Yes."

Even if it is impossible to decide whether to win or lose in the end, it can still cause the Wu Clan to suffer a big loss!

In the absence of two important subordinates, Di Junxuan still chose to go to war to take back the revenge he didn't take last time!

The Zhou Tian Xingdou formation is huge, and it is quite troublesome to prepare.Di Jun arranged the Xingjun from all walks of life, and promoted two people to temporarily take the positions of Fuxi and Kunpeng. Although this way the formation could not achieve the best effect, it was enough to deal with the Wu Clan!

Prehistoric, not Zhoushan!

The power of the stars under the control of the Zhoutian Xingdou formation poured out on the ground, and the ground trembled. The ancestor witches living at the bottom of Buzhou Mountain were the first to react.

Di Jiang's eyes turned cold, "Sure enough, he's going to attack us."

His younger brothers and sisters were all very angry, especially Xuanming who had a good relationship with Houtu. Xuanming said bitterly: "It's because sister Houtu didn't come back, otherwise how would the Yaozu have the courage to rashly start a war against us."

After finishing speaking, Xuan Ming bit his lower lip and said worriedly: "Brother, is everything still going according to plan? I'm afraid of Changqin..."

Di Jiang said rationally: "Only Changqin can replace Houtu."

The Great Formation of the Twelve Capitals requires the blood of the ancestral witches to form, and the fact that the formation can summon Pan Gu's real body also comes from this powerful blood.Prince Changqin's mother is a second-generation great witch, and his father is Shangqing Tongtian, so his status will not be much lower than the ancestor witch.

Zhu Rong said loudly: "He is too young, what if something happens?"

Di Jiang laughed out loud when he saw his younger brother and sister say the same thing.

"Do you think I will harm Changqin? After all, it is the child I watched grow up with excellent character and ability. How could I let him have an accident."

He took out a blood-colored jade bead from his sleeve, "Here is a jade bead transformed from a drop of Houtu's blood essence. Let Changqin hold the jade bead in his mouth to stimulate the power of the blood essence. It should be able to maintain the Twelve Capitals for a short time. Great array."

Zhu Rong felt relieved, "It's so simple, brother, you should have said it earlier!"

Dijiang is helpless, did you give me a chance to speak?

Before the Yaozu's attack, the Wuzu had anticipated this possibility. In order to prevent Houtu's absence and the Wuzu lacked the protection of formations, Di Jiang decided to let Changqin learn the Great Formation of the Twelve Capitals of Gods and Demons to replace Houtu. Earth repels the enemy.

At the end of the short discussion, Di Jiang called Changqin and asked about the progress of Changqin.

Thousands of years have passed, Changqin, the prince of the Wu tribe, has grown from a child who would ask his elders for help to a handsome young man who knows everything when asked by Dijiang.

"Uncle Dijiang, I know enough about the formation of the gods and gods in the twelve capitals, please let me do my part for the Wu clan before Aunt Houtu comes back."

The young man in white hugged the piano, and softly said these non-murderous words.

Di Jiang was both satisfied and sighed. Changqin was good everywhere, but his temper and appearance were not like those of the Wu clan, and his personality was like those soft monks.

However, a well-behaved junior is always better than a naughty and naughty junior.

Di Jiang couldn't help but rubbed his head with his big palm. Seeing the boy's stiff face, he laughed, "This is your first battle, so don't be too nervous. Although the Wu Clan lacks Houtu, the Yao Clan also lacks it." Two Da Luo Jinxian level monks."

Changqin said sadly: "Uncle, my hair is messed up."

Di Jiang replied narrowly: "The Wu Clan doesn't care about appearance, and whether your hair is messy or not doesn't affect your charm in the Wu Clan."

Changqin smiled wryly.

Because of his delicate appearance, he is always chased by girls in the Wu clan.

Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

Under the smiling eyes of other ancestor witches, Changqin walked up to Zhu Rong, and raised a delicate smile to Zhu Rong, who has never been good at expressing family affection, "Father."

Zhu Rong said dryly, "Changqin, are you sure it's okay?"

It seemed that as soon as he said "yes", Zhu Rong immediately rolled up his sleeves and asked Di Jiang to change the order.Since adopting Chang Qin, Zhu Rong has truly regarded him as his own son and does not allow foreigners to harm his child.

Changqin replied softly: "Father, please don't worry, I have already figured out the formation."

Zhu Rong lowered his face.

I was forced by Di Jiang to learn the formation method, and it took me thousands of years to understand it. As a result, my son figured it out in less than a few years.

Chang Qin was puzzled by Zhu Rong's blue and white complexion, and looked at the other elders for help, Xuan Ming said without hesitation: "He is slow in learning formation, I'm sorry."

Zhu Rong muffled: "No!"

In an instant, the unscrupulous ancestral witches burst into laughter together.

There was harmony between the ancestors and witches, and everyone accepted the child Changqin without prejudice.None of the ancestral witches talked about Changqin's life experience, and the secrets of the past are all buried in the years. Changqin has always been the prince of the Wu clan, Changqin.

The witch clan had internal helpers, and the formation of the Twelve Capitals, which was revealed by concerted efforts, was not much different from the original appearance, catching the menacing monster clan by surprise.

Di Jun, who controlled Zhou Tian's star array, couldn't believe it.

"how is this possible!"

Near Buzhou Mountain, an indomitable figure stood there, as if standing shoulder to shoulder with Buzhou Mountain, showing the terrifying spirit of Pangu's real body!

The Wu Clan has no descendants, how can they use the Twelve Capitals Gods and Demons Formation?

"Could it be the son of Zhu Rong!"

A demon commander suddenly screamed out, remembering the prince of the witch clan who was bleeding from the blood of the ancestral witch, only the other party could replace Houtu!

This battle has not yet officially started, and the Yaozu Heavenly Court is facing the possibility of defeat.

Di Jun's face darkened, "Miscalculation."

With the lack of Houtu and the addition of a witch clan prince, can the Great Formation of the Twelve Capitals still have its original power?He doesn't know, but whether he can win in the future depends on which of the two Liches has more cards...

In the distance, Pan Gu's real body, with his feet on the ground, raised his head and looked directly at the clouds.The light of the stars fell in his eyes, as if lighting up a little bit of his spirit.

Di Jun was shocked.

Is this Pan Gu real body going to show his own consciousness again?

It's a pity that he didn't know that one of the people who condensed Pangu's real body today was the descendant of Pangu's primordial spirit, who was born with a wisp of Pangu's primordial spirit power.

The primordial spirit is combined with the physical body, and the power does not decrease but increases!

The author has something to say: #818 Hot Prince Changqin#

Changqin: Actually, I use the piano...QAQ