In the northeast of Kyushu, a group of totem gods stood in front of a palace, quietly waiting for the owner of the palace to come. This palace is famous as the Witch Temple.

Since the fight against the Lich became a thing of the past, the surviving Great Witch dissolved into the Terran Race and taught the Terran Witch Clan's Taoism. It's a pity that in the body of the human race, the bloodline of the Wu clan is very weak, and the human race that can become a Wu is very rare.

There are a total of twelve witch halls, distributed in all directions of Kyushu, at this time, a big witch with a full body of cyan, a bird-faced human body, and two green dragons on his feet, landed in this witch hall, sat on the cyan throne, looked coldly at the totem god below, and bowed to him one after another.

This person is the ancestor of Dongfang Wood, Wu Jumang, I saw Jumang nodding slightly, stretching out his hand to signal everyone to get up, and all the totem gods got up and looked at Jumang Zuwu respectfully.

Since the lich became the past, there are only twelve great witches left, known as the twelve ancestral witches, which are the ancestor of gold, the ancestor of wood, the ancestor of water, the ancestor of fire, the ancestor of fire, the ancestor of earth, the ancestor of wind, the ancestor of rain, the ancestor of thunder, the ancestor of thunder, the ancestor of electricity, the ancestor of space, Dijiang, the ancestor of time, the candle of time, and the corpse of the weather.

In addition, in addition to the twelve ancestral witches, there is also a great witch who survives is Jiufeng, Jiufeng has a special case of the witch clan, but has a primordial god, which is the sister of the ancestor witch Qiangliang, inheriting the witchcraft of the Xuanming lineage.

"But to fulfill your mission?"

A cold sentence came out of Jumang's mouth, causing the totem gods present to change color, some of them were excited, and they hurriedly said that they had completed their mission, and some of them were afraid of looking up at Zuwu Jumang.

"Hmph, the one who completed the mission is standing on the left."

Ju Mang snorted coldly, and suddenly the totem gods who had not completed Ju Mang's order fell to their knees and did not dare to raise their heads, waiting for the upcoming punishment.

All the totem gods took action, and soon after, there were less than ten totem gods left, kneeling on the ground and not daring to move, sweeping Jumang with a sideways eye, only to see Jumang's face angry, so frightened that he hurriedly kowtowed and confessed, hoping to ask for forgiveness and give them a chance to survive.

"Zuwu, you can't blame me for this, the demon clan, the demon clan has also acted."

"Oh, there don't seem to be big demons in my territory? Fandi, are you justifying the mistakes you have made? ”

The corners of Jumang's mouth curled, and the cold words made Fan Di even more frightened, and he was afraid that Jumang would kill him directly, so he hurriedly spoke again: "In my territory, there is a demon who has transformed into a Cai'e, this woman's strength is comparable to mine, but it is not as good as the golden silkworm and the ancient tree, they are the gods and demons of the primeval wilderness, so I ......"

"Ridiculous, primeval desolation? Do you say that he is the Hongjun Dao Ancestor? For the sake of your survival, how dare you deceive me like this? Damn it. ”

"Ancestral witch, if there is half a deceptive word from Fan Di's mouth, he will definitely lose his blood immediately, and he will no longer have the body of the witch vein."

"Huh?"

Ju Mang, who originally planned to kill Fan Di directly, saw that the other party's eyes did not seem to be fake, but his brows tightened, and he slowly put down his right hand that emitted blue light, and slowly said, "Where are they?" ”

"Golden Silkworm Mountain, we all call it Golden Silkworm Mountain, by the way, Yingbi knows, if the ancestral witch doesn't believe it, you can ask him."

A totem god standing in the middle of the left, frowned slightly, and after seeing Ju Mang looking at him, he directly and solemnly said: "Ancestral witch, Fan Di has never lied, I once dealt with that golden silkworm, and I do have the power of gods and demons, but whether it is the ancient or the power of the gods and demons of the Flood Desolation, please forgive the weak strength of the wings, and I have never explored it." ”

"What's his name?"

"I don't know the specific origin, I just heard the insect fall call him a silkworm god, and he hasn't been transformed."

"Haven't you ever taken on a human form?"

"Yes, Ancestral Witch, even if he doesn't turn into a human form, but with his physical body, he can resist us, and with my strength, I am not able to defeat him, and even, there is no chance of resistance."

'Hiss'

All the totem gods have been listening to each other, you must know that Yingbi is a group of totem gods, the highest strength, the ancestor Wu Jumang, who has always been picky, attaches great importance to him, and even said that he is the most likely to cultivate to the realm of the great witch among all people.

Now that Yingbi himself spoke, saying that he was not as good as the silkworm god, this could also be understood by everyone, but Yingbi opened his mouth and said that he was under the other party, and there was no chance of resistance at all, what kind of strength is this? Could it be that the strength of the other party is similar to that of the ancestor Wu Jumang, and it is also the realm of the Great Witch?

"Hehe, it's curious, I want to see it."

Ju Mang was really curious in his heart, but now was not the time, the top priority was to integrate all the tribes and join forces with several other brothers to prepare for the position of the emperor of heaven and earth, so that the Wu clan would have a chance to continue and reproduce the grand scene of that day.

"I won't pursue this matter, you don't have a clan, then where you lose it, where you take it back, I won't help you. However, now that the war is imminent, you can discuss with each other, and the tribe that attacks you will be the god of totem. ”

Ju Mang glanced at the totem gods of the tribe, and everyone hurriedly said, "I am willing to help other brothers." ”

"That's good, today we will send elite soldiers to form a team of 100 people, and we will be a god soldier, and this elite soldier will be commanded by me, what doubts do you have?"

"Don't dare, I'm willing to listen to the order of the ancestors."

"Then go down."

The corners of Jumang's mouth curled slightly, glanced at the west, and muttered in his heart: Silkworm God, hum, a group of fools, how have you ever heard of the existence of such a name among the big demons? This person must not be a big demon, nor is it a dragon and phoenix beast family, so what is the appropriate origin?

At this time, in the Heavenly Dao, Hongjun sat cross-legged in the clouds, his mind was immersed in the avenue, and he repeatedly calculated the prosperity of the human race, this matter is related to the perfection of the avenue, about his competition with Mo Luo for the position of Dao Zun, and also about the integrity of the Three Realms, and also about whether the demon domain is annihilated, so Hongjun did not dare to have the slightest sloppiness, as early as a hundred days ago, he sat here quietly, and his mind was all immersed in the avenue.

Under the clouds, all the saints waited quietly for Hongjun, only Nuwa and the first saint closed their eyes and fell asleep, and they were completely indifferent to the prosperity of this human race.

No, hmph, Moro, you are very calculating, if I am so calculating, I am afraid that it coincides with you, and I don't fall into your calculations? It seems that depending on the human race alone, it will not be successful, and it will definitely not be.

Thinking of this, Hongjun opened his eyes slightly from the clouds, just in time to see Nuwa closing her eyes and sleeping, and noticed that the cold light crossed by, Nuwa's heart suddenly tightened, and she hurriedly wanted to bow down to confess her guilt.

"Don't be so careful, I'm not a Moro? Someone's head will be twisted off at every turn. Nuwa, your brother's spirit, but still in your gourd? ”

The moment he saw Nuwa, Hongjun had an idea in his heart, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, he withdrew the cold light in his eyes, and said to Nuwa warmly.

"Yes, Teacher."

Nuwa's heart tightened, but she didn't dare to hide it, so she immediately reached out and took out a golden gourd, stretched out her hand and handed it to Hongjun.