Chapter 25 Confident Hongyun
As a prophet, Kunpeng naturally knew that Pangu must really be dead. Otherwise, would Gonggong be allowed to hit Buzhou Mountain later?
Therefore, the fear of Pangu was certainly not as great as that of Di Jun and others.
Also, Kunpeng couldn't understand. Although the Wu Clan was transformed from Pangu's essence and blood, your emperor is not bad either. The creature born from the sun transformed from Pangu's left eye can be considered the third generation of Pangu.
I'm still afraid of what those fools from the Wu tribe are doing. Maybe Pangu and his old man are even related to each other across generations.
After Pangu's aura receded, the faces of everyone present were still pale. Kunpeng glanced around and saw that some people with lower cultivation levels were already half-kneeling in the hall.
But an unruly figure stood upright in the middle.
Kunpeng took a look and saw that it was a six-eared macaque, wasn't it?
At this time, Liu'er looked unruly, and although his teeth were trembling slightly, he never lowered his head.
Kunpeng expected that Liu Er could stand. After all, he was a person who practiced Pangu's Nine Turns Mysterious Technique, and he should be very familiar with Pangu's pressure.
But, what do you mean by standing there with your mouth tilted?
Kunpeng finally understood why the Chaos Demon Ape was so stubborn when Pangu opened the sky.
At this time, Di Jun was trembling, until he saw Kunpeng's steady expression, as if he saw a pillar, and he stepped in front of Kunpeng in two steps:
"The Demon Master!!!"
Kunpeng nodded calmly and said:
"Your Majesty, don't panic!"
Of course Di Jun was panicked and said:
“That’s the Great God Pangu!!!”
Kunpeng shook his head and said:
"After the great god Pangu opened the sky, he turned into a prehistoric world."
After hearing what Kunpeng said, Di Jun finally reacted.
Yes, the great god Pangu has turned into a prehistoric one.
The expressions of Taiyi and others slowly recovered.
At this time, Kunpeng looked at Buzhou Mountain with faint eyes, and he couldn't help but think in his heart:
"Is it because of this that the Witch Clan obtained the Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation?"
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At this time, the Wu clan.
In the Pangu Temple, the Twelve Ancestral Witches knelt down towards the heaven and earth with fanatical expressions:
"Thank you Father God!"
“Father God has not given up on us!”
"Father God!"
The Twelve Ancestral Witches looked excited at this time. When they first learned from Hongjun that they could not practice immortality without the soul, they had already begun to feel faintly worried.
After the establishment of the demon clan and even the recognition of Tiandao, they became even more uneasy.
But now, Father God has given them a response, allowing them to see the path after Da Luo, and even taught them the formation!
after awhile.
Di Jiang looked at his younger brothers and sisters around him with a serious face and said:
"We should practice the formations that Father God has passed down to us diligently!"
The witches nodded.
Then Di Jiang changed his expression, looked in the direction of the Demon Clan Heavenly Court with fighting intent, and said:
"Zhi'erlang, let's go and see how powerful this monster clan is!"
The other eleven ancestral witches looked excited, then passed on the order and shouted loudly:
"Witch! Witch! Witch!"
"witch!"
Buzhou Mountain suddenly shook.
Not long after Di Jun and others had recovered from Pangu's pressure, they heard this cry.
But Bai Ze stood up at this time, bowed his hands to Di Jun and said:
"Your Majesty! It seems that the ordeal of establishing our demon clan is about to come!"
Di Jun nodded vigorously after hearing this. When he integrated the Demon Clan some time ago, he certainly thought of defending against the Wu Clan, so he had naturally been prepared for the Wu Clan for a long time.
Now it's time for the people in the wilderness to take a look at the strength of their demon clan.
I saw Emperor Jun's face full of confidence, and the majesty of the emperor swept across:
"Prepare for war!"
The rest, whether it was Fuxi Nuwa or the ten demon saints, all looked confident, feeling that the Wu Clan would definitely have no chance of coming back this time.
It is true that the strength of their demon clan is too powerful, and the number of people in the demon clan can even be counted in billions.
And how many people are there in your Wu clan?
Can you afford it? What to play with?
Kunpeng just shook his head at the side. To be honest, even when he saw the Monster Clan's lineup before, he felt that the Monster Clan was not stable.
But he remembered very clearly that in the first Lich War, the Demon Clan was the one who was beaten! ——
The great masters of the ancient world also realized that a storm was coming soon.
Hongjun in Zixiao Palace smiled proudly. The calamity in the ancient world has gradually become stronger. Although it is still in a brewing stage and is still very early before it actually breaks out, it still gives people something to look forward to.
Then he glanced at the Wu clan at the foot of Buzhou Mountain:
"Hmph, Witch Clan!"
When his eyes reached the heaven, he couldn't help but look at Kunpeng and thought:
"This child has a sincere heart. It would be bad if disaster strikes and he is accidentally dragged into the war between the two clans!"
Hongjun narrowed his eyes slightly and thought about how to let Kunpeng escape from the calamity.
Sanqing in Kunlun Mountain is relatively calm.
After all, neither the Witch Clan nor the Demon Clan are familiar with them.
Especially Yuanshi Tianzun, he couldn't stop the smile on his face when he saw the two clans were about to fight.
It’s a double happiness!
When Tongtian saw his second brother's appearance, he couldn't help but want him to pay attention to his appearance.
He also didn't understand that the three of them were transformed by Pangu Yuanshen, so why were the dignified three pure beings so small.
Mount Sumeru.
Jie Yin and Zhunti both looked happy. Zhunti said to Jie Yin:
"Senior brother, these people in the East have finally begun to fight among themselves!"
At this time, Jie Yin finally no longer had a bitter look on his face. At this time, he felt like he could see the blue sky through the clouds. He said to Jie Yin:
"There's no rush this time, I have a feeling things are far from that simple!"
Jie Yin looked at the direction of the heaven again, exhaled and said:
"I wonder how fellow Taoist Kunpeng is doing now!"
Zhunti also became a little sad:
"Yeah, I'm also a little worried about fellow Taoist Kunpeng. With his simple character, I'm afraid he will be eaten by those people from the East until all his bones are left!"
"It's also my fault that I didn't keep him when I waited!"
The two brothers lamented together, and finally said:
"The situation is still unclear at the moment. When Fellow Daoist Kunpeng is really in danger, it won't be too late for me and the other two to take action!"
Zhunti nodded after hearing this, his eyes pitiful:
"Great!"
Wanshou Mountain,
Wuzhuang Temple.
The situation here is completely different from other places.
Zhen Yuanzi said with a slightly anxious voice:
"Old friend, you can't go into this muddy water!"
At first glance, it turned out to be Zhen Yuanzi holding a Taoist priest in red tightly.
The Taoist in red is none other than Hong Yun, a good old man from ancient times.
Hongyun said to Zhen Yuanzi confidently:
"Old friend, what are you talking about? The demon tribes Bai Ze and Di Jun are old to me, and I also know a few ancestral witches. I may not be able to intercede among them!"
Hongyun is still somewhat confident about easing the disputes in the prehistoric times.
Zhen Yuanzi, on the other hand, looked helpless, and even didn't know what to say to his old friend for a while.
This is a fight between races, and you actually want to go over and break up the fight?
Are you looking for death because you can't find a place to bury him?
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