Prehistoric I was pinched out by Nuwa

The strength of the witch clan has soared, and the one who panics the most is the monster clan.

Not to mention the disappearance, the rise alone is not something the Yaozu can bear.

At this time, above the heavenly court, after realizing that the turbidity of the prehistoric land was rising and the strength of the witch clan had improved, they also started the meeting.

Di Jun is the demon master of the demon court and the co-lord of the demon clan.

Even if he pulled the Yaozu up with his own hands, the other races in the wilderness would have to give some face to the Yaozu when they saw the Yaozu.

Di Jun said that there will never be any opposition from the Yaozu.

If they directly confront the monster clan, even if those monsters know that they will fall, they will go straight up without hesitation.

The Yaozu respects Di Jun, and Di Jun will not joke about the fate of the Yaozu.

His fate has long been connected with Yaozu.

Dijun sat in the Dragon Court, beside the demon queen Xihe, and below were the Eastern Emperor Taiyi and the demon master Kunpeng.

Further down are Dharma Protectors Teng Snake and Bai Zhen, followed by several demon gods.

There are demon gods in the heavenly court, and this meeting did not come to the whole meeting. Most of them are practicing elsewhere, and they will gather only for urgent matters.

What everyone was discussing was the surge in the strength of the Wu clan this time.

"Why don't we take advantage of the fact that the Wu Clan is not paying attention, and take the lead in killing the Wu Clan!"

Donghuang Taiyi has always been one word, reckless.

"We set up the Zhoutian Xingchen formation to kill one of the twelve ancestor witches by surprise first, and then deal with the rest of the ancestor witches!"

As an old enemy of the witch clan, Donghuang Taiyi is well aware of the terror of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

He is holding the Eastern Emperor Bell and his elder brother Di Jun is holding the Zhoutian and Star Formation, so they may not be the opponents of the Dutian Formation that the Twelve Ancestral Witches combined together.

If it is one-on-one, he is not afraid of any ancestor witch.

"Donghuang, if we could kill one of the ancestral witches, we would have taken action a long time ago. We have been keeping an eye on the location of the twelve ancestral witches of the witch clan, but there is no right time! Once we want to deal with one of them, the remaining ones will be killed." Eleven ancestral witches will arrive in the blink of an eye! By that time, we will have no chance to do anything!"

The sorcerer Kunpeng has a deep face and deep eyes.

He is a monster master of the monster clan, and the fate of the monster clan is naturally closely related to him.

The Yaozu is in charge of the Heavenly Court, coupled with his own strength, even if there are many in the prehistoric world, he dare not give him face.

He thought of Hong Yun who was killed by them, and felt sad.

So what if Hong Yun was killed?

At his level, it is still difficult to go further.

"Kunpeng, where did that primordial purple energy go? Haven't you found it yet?"

It was Di Jun who asked the question.

Even if the Zhoutian Xingchen formation is practiced, Di Jun knows that they may not be the opponents of the Wu Clan, and the operation of the Zhoutian Xingchen formation composed of 360 five demon saints may not be so proficient.

For thousands of years, he has been mobilizing the power of the monster clan to search for that ray of primordial purple energy.

It was true that their goal was to kill Hongyun, and more importantly, they were targeting the ray of primordial purple energy on Hongyun's body.

However, killing Hongyun and getting the primordial purple qi disappeared without a trace, no matter how much they searched, they couldn't find the trace of the primordial purple qi.

If there is such a meaning, even if there is not a saint among their monster clan, even if there is one more quasi-sage, the balance of victory will be tilted towards them.

"No trace!"

Kunpeng sighed: "It's hateful that Fuxi is not good at arithmetic, and he can't figure out where the primordial purple energy has fallen. Now Fuxi doesn't know where it is hiding!"

One thing they knew was that after Fuxi left the human race, he disappeared.

It is said that it is hidden in a place, and I don't know what it is doing.

"We can consider Donghuang's words, but we can't implement them! Unless one of the twelve ancestor witches is missing, it's better not to do it lightly!"

The current situation is very harmonious, and Kunpeng does not really want to break this situation.

The monster clan governs the sky, and the witch clan governs the land. It seems that the situation is quite good so far.

As long as no one in the Witch Clan is sanctified, they will not overwhelm their Monster Clan.

Conversely, the Yaozu is not sanctified, and there is no threat to the Wuzu.

We have been at each other for so many years, not to mention knowing each other's strength, but it is not a problem to get a general understanding.

They discussed it and finally came to a conclusion that they should be vigilant, guard against the witch clan's sneak attack, and not take the initiative to start a war.

In the human hall on the other side, Xiang Xiang also told what he knew, that is, the ancestor witches are still discussing.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches think that they have no weaknesses. As long as they form the Dutian Great Formation, even saints will not be afraid, let alone monster races?

The belligerent ones are Zhu Rong and Gonggong, who will fight for every kind of water and fire.

They think that the time is right now, and they can no longer give the Yaozu time to develop.

Now the strength of the witch clan has risen sharply, and it just happened to push the witch clan to the level. Otherwise, if the strength of the monster clan rises by then, it may be their bad luck for the witch clan.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches kept arguing about whether to fight or not to fight.

"Brother, tell me, do you want to fight or not?"

In the end, Zhu Rong set his sights on Di Jiang.

"If we do, will the saints stand by and watch?"

Di Jiang didn't say anything else, but asked such a question.

His words made Zhu Rong and the others fall into silence.

They have always been worried about this issue. If the saints make a move, their witch clan will not be their opponents at all.

Over the years, there has been a lot of friction between the witch clan and the disciples of the saints.

Of course, they believe that the same is true for those monster races.

Dijiang also tended to attack the Yaozu. They didn't know what was going on in this world, which made the Wuzu fight against each other.

This is really the earth's destiny to let them Wuzu do it.

What can make them worry now is the seven saints.

"Where's Houtu girl? Has she come back yet?"

In the ancestral witch hall, there are only eleven ancestral witches, and the place where Houtu is located is vacant.

"Sister Houtu went to ask the Nuwa saint. The elder brother of the Nuwa saint is in the Yaozu. If the fight is good, she will definitely fight again..."

"Be careful!"

Di Jiang glared at Zhu Rong.

"The battle between us and the Yaozu is a big battle. If Washeng really takes the side of the Yaozu, the law of heaven is unfair, and punishment will be brought down!"

The prehistoric world is based on Pangu's calculations, and their twelve ancestor witches still have corresponding knowledge about this world.

Otherwise, they will not master supernatural powers such as space, lightning, water and fire.

Just as they were discussing this, Houtu appeared in the Zuwu Hall.

"Sister Houtu, what is the attitude of Nuwa Saint?"

Zhu Rong asked impatiently.

Houtu shook his head: "Sage Nuwa only said one sentence, they are the disciples of the Taoist ancestor. The Taoist ancestor once said that demons rule the sky, witches rule the earth, and the boundaries between the two cannot be crossed!"

"Really!"

Zhu Rong slammed his fist on the ground, making the entire Zuwu hall shake non-stop.

"Zhu Rong, do you want to destroy the hall?"

Di Jiang glared at Zhu Rong, and finally closed his eyes with a sigh.

"Then think of other ways to divert the energy that the clansmen have raised every day, otherwise the clansmen will be irritable and uncontrollable, and will offend the rest of the creatures. This is not good for our monster clan after all!"