Hearing the words of Yuan Shi Tianzun in his ears, the Taiqing Saint was silent for a moment.

The three brothers have been together for countless yuan meetings day and night in this Kunlun Mountain, and the Taiqing sage is naturally reluctant to leave like this.

However, the separation of the three clear families is the destined result of the Heavenly Dao.

Even if the Taiqing Saint is a Heavenly Dao Saint, it cannot be changed.

In desperation, the Taiqing Sage didn't say anything in the end.

He nodded slightly towards Yuan Shi Tianzun, then waved his hand and rolled up the Taiqing Hall, leaving with his only disciple, Xuandu.

Leaving Yuan Shi Tianzun alone to levitate on the top of Kunlun with his own hands, he was speechless for a long time.

The state of mind of the Heavenly Dao Saint of the Origin Heavenly Venerable couldn't help but stir up a little at this moment.

"That's it, let's go!"

After half an hour had passed, Yuan Shi Tianzun let out a gloomy sigh.

With a wave of his hand, the original Yuqing Hall had already changed its name.

In the Jade Void Palace, three extraordinary inscriptions are slowly condensed.

The three Qing families were separated, which made the great supernatural powers between the entire desolate heaven and earth pay attention to it.

Among them, the two most happy forces are undoubtedly the Western Sect's introduction of the two saints of Zhun Ti, and the Demon Court of the Thirty-Three Heavens Realm.

The western realm has always been barren, whether it is resources or monks, it is far inferior to the outstanding people like the east.

In order to prosper the West and strengthen the Western Religion, the favorite thing that the two great sages of Zhun Ti liked to do was to go to the Eastern realm to fight the autumn breeze.

This situation has always been disgraced by the monks of the East, and the Three Qing Saints of the East are the most powerful obstacles to the two saints of Zhun Ti.

Three saints against two saints, there is no doubt that the three Qing saints have the absolute upper hand.

Now that the Sanqing saints have finally separated, they are no longer as close as usual, which naturally makes the hearts of the two saints who are connected to Zhun Ti very happy.

For a moment, even if his face had always been extremely distressed, and he did not smile at the leading saint, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but bend an extremely obvious arc.

The already optimistic and cheerful Zhun Ti Saint is smiling brighter and brighter today.

At the same time, where the Demon Court of the Thirty-Three Days Realm was located, the golden light was rolling red, and thousands of rui qi were spraying purple mist.

In the middle of the majestic palaces, there is a majestic palace that is 100,000 miles long.

Walking to the middle of the hall, there are several large pillars inlaid on the inner wall, and the pillars are wrapped with golden scales and dazzling red bearded dragons.

On the left and right sides of the main hall, there were hundreds of terrifying demon clan powerhouses.

These powerhouses are the true essence of the demon clan, and their cultivation strength is at least the great supernatural powers of the late stage of Da Luo Jin Xian.

In the depths of the main hall, there was a majestic man, he was dressed in a golden robe, embroidered with a three-legged golden crow of the scorching sun beast that only looked at the world, and his eyes were blazing, as if he was about to leap out at any time.

This person is the current controller of the Demon Clan, the overlord-level power of the Flood Desolation, the power of the Quasi-Saint Late Stage, the Demon Emperor Jun.

"Your Majesty, now that the Sanqing Saints have split up, this is a great thing for our demon clan!"

Emperor Jun bowed his head, and a white-haired young man stepped out of the crowd, he shook the feather fan in his hand lightly, and said in a graceful manner.

This young man is the wise man among the demon clans, one of the ten demon saints, Bai Ze Demon Saint, who knows astronomy and geography.

"Oh? What does Bai Ze mean by this?! ”

Di Jun's slender fingers tapped on the armrest of the throne, and said with a smile: "You must know that although the three Qings are separated, they are one after all.

What's more, my demon clan is not in sectarian luck.

Whether the Three Qings and the Three Religions are separated or not is not a big deal for us. ”

"Your Majesty, it's true that the three Qings are one body, but after the separation, they will naturally not be as united as before."

The feather fan in Bai Ze's hand closed slightly, and he said slowly: "After all, in the future, my Demon Court will be in charge of the flood wilderness, and it is bound to confront the saint. ”

"Yes, Bai Ze, your analysis is very reasonable."

Di Jun thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "But for my demon clan, the saint is still too far away.

The main target at the moment is the Wicans.

Only by completely eradicating the Wu Clan and seizing the position of the protagonist of the desolate world can the Demon Clan have the strength to plot the saint. ”

Ten thousand years ago, the terrifying war that broke out between the two lich clans shook the entire desolate world.

Even the high-ranking Hongjun Dao Ancestor finally personally participated in it, setting a time limit for the demon clan to control the sky, the Wu clan to govern the land, and not to compete within 10,000 years.

Now that the period of 10,000 years is coming to an end, the friction between the two lich races is becoming more and more obvious.

After nearly 10,000 years of leisure and health, the demon clan has held back enough strength to prepare for a decisive battle with the witch clan.

It is precisely because of this that at present, the Eastern Emperor Taifang is not in this Lingxiao Palace, but is in retreat, and is making every effort to prepare for the Wu Clan.

Just when the Demon Emperor and the demon saints and demon gods were deliberating, in a remote corner of the Demon Court, in the depths of a Xuanbing Palace, there was a mysterious aura that was constantly being nurtured.

This mysterious aura originates from the inexplicable symbols, which explain the endless mysteries of heaven and earth.

In the center of these symbols, there is a middle-aged man with a gloomy face, who is the power of the Demon Clan's quasi-saint realm, the Kunpeng Demon Saint.

At this moment, extremely pure and powerful mana emerged in the hands of the Kunpeng Ancestor, constantly carving something in the void.

Those mysterious symbols came from the hands of Kunpeng Ancestor.

"Hahaha! I'm done! ”

With a sound of ecstasy sounding from the mouth of the Kunpeng Ancestor, the last symbol was finally condensed.

Immediately after, an extremely terrifying aura erupted from the entire Xuanbing Palace, instantly permeating the entire Demon Court.

At the same time, Di Jun and other high-level powerhouses of the demon clan who were far away in the Lingxiao Hall also sensed it in an instant, and they all looked towards the location where the Kunpeng Ancestor was.

"What the hell is going on?!"

All the high-level powerhouses of the demon clan had a look of doubt on their faces.

Even Di Jun, the Demon Emperor, is no exception.

At this moment, the powerhouses of the demon clan gathered in this Lingxiao Hall at least possessed the cultivation realm of the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, and their experience was extraordinary.

They were no strangers to the aura that permeated the entire Demon Court, it was the breath of the will of the Heavenly Dao.

"What the hell did that guy Kunpeng do?! It actually triggered the advent of the will of the Heavenly Dao?! ”

The look on Di Jun's face couldn't help but be moved, he didn't dare to hesitate and slack off at all, and his figure appeared near Kunpeng's palace in a flash.

And Bai Ze and other demon saints and demon gods also hurriedly followed behind Di Jun.