Prehistoric: The Ancestor Of Kunpeng

248 Dijiang’s Aspiration

But Zhun said Daoist was still kept in the dark, and he still didn’t know anything about it now.

Zhunti Daoist even wondered if this Sage in the East was playing a blind eye trick to tease himself.

Because this person’s strength is indeed not low, for a while, Zhunzi is a little bit confusing.

“In that case, I will leave the poor Dao here. If fellow daoist can come to my West and discuss the Dao, I and my brother, I look forward to your visit.”

After that, Daoist has left.

He did not expect that this trip would encounter such a thing.

This makes Zhunti Daoist feel very distressed, but it is also helpless.

It seems that coming to the East at this time is indeed not a wise decision.

After returning to teaching in the West, Zhunti Daoist and Brother Own took Daoist to talk about this matter.

After receiving this quote, Daoist was also slightly moved, frowned, and said: “Can you really confirm the identity of this person?”

“No, this person is mysterious and clever, I’m afraid it is really the Eastern fellow daoist who is teasing me?” Zhunti guessed.

On that day, in the North Sea of ​​Mind, Lingerjiu had seen Zhunti Daoist and Jiuying Daoist, but at that time, as Xu Qing’s disciple, Linger did not show up, so Zhunerjiu Daoist and Jiuying Daoist Naturally, he didn’t recognize Ling’er.

Moreover, the temperament of Ling’er now has been greatly changed.

“I think it’s not easy, Junior Brother, you should do it yourself, the Lich War is really not our chance to take action.” The lead said with earnest words.

Hearing this, Zhunti Daoist also slightly nodded, and said: “The brother said that, if this is the case, we can only wait…”

“Well, I’m sure, after the Lich War is our chance.” The quoted Daoist said calmly.

“Oh, what kind of opportunity?”

Zhunti was very curious about this.

“It’s the time for our Western religions to grow. Now, the Lich War is a battle that Dao Zu Hongjun personally stated that Sage must not intervene. It’s just the second largest calamity in the prehistoric lands. After this, there is still another calamity.” Daoist said in a deep voice.

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Eastern Daomen, a wild land.

After Ling’er successfully dismissed Zhunti Daoist, she continued to wander the battlefield.

After Dijiang adjusted his breath, he joined a new battle.

As the most powerful ancestral witch among the witch clan, by this time, he had no chance to stop and rest.

He only has to fight non-stop, hoping to restore the disadvantage of the Witch Clan, but unfortunately he knows that this is impossible.

This disadvantage has been formed invisibly, and this is not something that can be reversed by one’s own strength.

What lingers in his mind is the method of proving the Tao with strength. This is his last chance. One day, he will do it.

As a descendant of Pangu god-tier, even if he cannot succeed, he still has to try again.

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In fact, this Zhan Linger can be regarded as a force.

Because, although Ling’er didn’t take part in this battle, she persuaded a lot of people from outside races who had nothing to do with this battle, such as Zhunti, and there were not a few. The Cultivation Base was strong or weak.

This became a very pure battle, which only belonged to the ultimate duel between the Wu Clan and the Monster Clan.

The flames of war are burning and spreading, and no place in the wild land is pure land.

There are tragic scenes of throwing their heads and sprinkling blood everywhere.

On this day, Emperor Jiang Zuwu stole half a day of leisure, and he came to the Great Hall of Zuwu.

Now, it is Hou Yi Dawu sitting here.

Because Houyi Great Witch had used his blood to escape, although he was awake, his physical condition had plummeted.

“Master Dijiang.”

“Hou Yi, we have been too hard in this battle. Now you, you still can’t stand the siege of so many demon saints, I don’t think so.” Di Jiang patted Hou Yi on the shoulder and said.

“Never, Hou Yi will only die.” Hou Yi said very firmly.

Dijiang sighed helplessly. Not long after Hou Yi woke up, Xing Tian committed suicide and went out.

Although the Yaozu had a demon saint who died in Xingtian’s hands, there were still nine of them.

These nine, besides Baize Lion, the other eight demon saints are all assembled in one place, all day long.

Although Xing Tian was very powerful, he was helpless in the face of the combination of the Eight Great Demon Saints, so this time the assassination was a failure.

Xing Tian was very sad about this, he just wanted to relieve Hou Yi a little bit of pressure.

But these demon saints have also learned to be smart. The eight great demon saints work together, and Xing Tian is indeed not their opponent, even if the ancestor witch wants to kill them is not so easy.

What’s more, no one among the ancestral witches of the witch clan is leisurely, it is simply lack of skills.

They even worried that they would be attacked while fighting, and where would there be any chance to hunt the demon saint.

The Eight Great Demon Sages and the Eastern Emperor Taiyi have been slow to do anything, only Emperor Jun and countless little demons made it difficult for the Wu Clan to resist.

They did this, seemingly to slowly consume the will and patience of the Witch race, until the moment they collapsed and fell apart.

Di Jiang was full of sorrows. He understood the center of Houyi. He could give his own life for the great cause of the Witch tribe, and he would not hesitate to hesitate.

But this has no meaning.

In this battle, Dijiang just wants to win.

He had the same idea as the Yaozu, he could only win but not lose.

Then, even if Hou Yi died thousands of times, he couldn’t win this battle.

Hou Yi was already under too much pressure, and Dijiang couldn’t bear the pain of his own tribe.

He would rather be alone and bear so much pressure.

Di Jiang sighed, he left the Great Hall of the Ancestral Witch alone, and did not go back to continue fighting.

He walked against the wind, walking like this all the way.

Finally came to the foot of a big mountain.

Surprisingly, the Tianzhu is not full of Zhoushan.

At the beginning, the two Little Brothers of his own, Zhu Rong and Gonggong fought, and the mountain broke down. Later, it was the Nuwa Empress who took the initiative and repaired the mountain.

Today’s Buzhou Mountain is still so solemn and towering.

This is the first mountain in the primordial land, it cannot be measured, and it has already entered the blue sky.

This is also the birthplace of Dijiang. Not long after he spent the Transformation Tribulation, he also met own’s first friend, Kunpeng, the demon master.

Here, there is still some Pangu god-tier breath.

Di Jiang knelt at the foot of the mountain, looked at Wukong Qingming, and closed his eyes.

I hope I can still feel the will of Father Pangu.

It’s a pity that this is just in vain.