Bai Ze waved his feather fan, shook his head and said, "The lich is over, Heavenly Court is the base camp of my demon clan, and it will soon become the target of public criticism, now go back to Heavenly Court, it is unwise, besides, His Majesty the Demon Emperor has expected it and has already transferred some of the resources in the treasure house here." ”

"Besides, the Demon Banner is now in the hands of His Royal Highness the Prince, the Demon Banner moves, and all the demons should obey, and the resources in the Heavenly Court Treasury are nothing compared to the Demon Banner."

As a military advisor, Bai Ze saw the current situation of the flood and famine.

"Then the military advisor, uncles, what should we do now?"

"Recuperate, recruit troops, wait for the opportunity, and rebuild the heavenly court!"

Bai Ze uttered a sixteen-character proverb.

"Okay, listen to the military advisor, it's just my father's treasure, it's still in the hands of that Kunpeng, if I don't get it back for a day, I'll be sorry for my father, uncle"

Bai Ze said, "The Demon Emperor's Relic Treasure, naturally it is necessary to get it back, but not now, it is imperative, our Demon Clan, we must try to keep a low profile, as for the Demon Emperor's Relic Treasure, it doesn't hurt to put it in Kunpeng for the time being, but it can attract our attention, and when the time is right, we will take the Hetuluo Book back." ”

"Okay, everything is up to the military advisor."

Lu Pressure nodded solemnly.

Eighteen layers of the Netherworld, the mosquito Taoist is holding a jade box.

"It's finally saved."

The mosquito man breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression was obviously much more relaxed.

In the jade box, a very faint remnant soul floated, and its face was eighty or ninety percent similar to Fu Xi.

It was in the Lich War that a remnant of the soul after Fu Xi's fall was intercepted by the mosquito Dao people.

Styx smiled, "I didn't expect that the result of the Lich Battle would be the same death. ”

"That Donghuang is too strong again and again, but the ancestor can live better than him, this is the biggest advantage of the ancestor."

The River Styx has opened up to now.

Are you better than me? And that's only temporary.

As long as I outlive you, then I will always be stronger than you.

"This remnant soul must be protected, this is related to the Nuwa Sage."

The mosquito man carefully put away the remnant soul of Fuxi.

Fuxi's remnant soul is too weak, and it is even inferior to the red cloud back then.

There must be a large amount of merit nourishment at all times, so that the soul will not be scattered, and the underworld will be bold and able to withstand it.

Otherwise, if you change any force, you will have to go bankrupt.

In the eighteenth Netherworld Sea, in the Hall of Peace, four big men came together, their faces full of sadness.

"Lord Zuwu!"

Xiangliu, Jiufeng, Fengbo, and Yushi can't even dream of it.

This time the lich started a war, and it would cause such serious consequences.

Eleven ancestral witches have all fallen, and hundreds of millions of witch warriors have turned into ashes.

Houtu also looked sad, "brothers"

"Ancestral Witch, Buzhou Mountain, it is the land given to us by Pangu Father, let us go out and guard this land for Father God."

The four great witches of Xiangliu couldn't wait to say.

Houtu shook his head, "The Lich War has just ended, among all the races, the races oppressed by the Demon Clan and the Wu Clan will definitely take advantage of this opportunity to attack the black hand, once you are now, you will become the target of the public, and it will not be good for the Wu Clan." ”

"Then are we watching the Buzhou Mountain being occupied by all races?"

Xiang Liu and the others said angrily.

"For the sake of today, we can only wait."

Hou Tu dropped a sentence, and his figure turned into countless bubbles and disappeared.

"Boom!"

Jiufeng slammed his fist on the ground, stirring up a puff of smoke and dust.

"Xiangliu, squeak, what should we do now?"

Xiangliu spread his hands, "What else can I do, Lord Zuwu has spoken, let's just do it." ”

Buzhou Mountain, in the Pangu Palace, the ancestral witch's blood pool has dried up unconsciously, and only a huge blood cocoon in the center of the blood pool remains.

On the blood cocoon, there was a strong breath of life, which became more and more intense as time passed!

Time flies, a hundred years have passed, and this hundred years can be called the most peaceful period of time since the opening of the flood famine.

On the coast of the East China Sea, Jinao Island, in front of Biyou Palace Square, the momentum is huge, tens of thousands of disciples of the sect gather together, melon and fruit wine feast, fairy music singing.

Today is the day to canonize Xuan Gui as the deputy head of the sect.

On the square, Tongtian and Xuangui walked out, one wearing a cyan Taoist robe, and the other wearing an aqua blue costume, with a young appearance and a handsome face.

Zhao Gongming, who was watching the audience, secretly smacked his tongue, and in terms of being handsome, his own master would know how to do it.

Next year is older than anyone else, but the external manifestation is younger and handsome than anyone else.

Even the turtle has been turned astray, as one of the oldest creatures since the beginning of the world, he is so young.

There is nothing to say about the canonization ceremony, there are a few simple processes in total.

Then Tongtian took out the twelve-grade pure world white lotus and officially canonized the turtle.

After the canonization ceremony, on the white lotus of the Twelve Pure Worlds, a mysterious spiritual rhyme flew out and blessed the Xuan Turtle, and the Xuan Turtle officially became the deputy leader of the Interception Sect.

Under the square, Duobao had an exclamation on his face, "I didn't expect that the Xuangui seniors also joined our sect, this is the first creature to open the world, and the senior brother has the ability." ”

"Our sect is becoming more and more prosperous, ten thousand immortals are coming to the dynasty, what will the sect use to fight us?"

Jin Guangxian said proudly, sooner or later, he would let those dog-eyed and low-looking sect disciples know who was the dragon and who was the worm.

Wuyun Immortal tugged at the corner of the Golden Light Immortal's clothes, frowned, and said, "Don't say this kind of thing in the future, although the three sects are separated, they are all in the same vein as the Xuanmen after all." ”

Jin Guangxian still muttered, "What kind of Xuanmen lineage, the people who explain the sect can see us as the same sect?" ”

"You, say less." Wuyun Immortal shook his head.

At this moment, on the Biyou Palace, the voice of the golden bell slowly fell, the canonization ceremony ended, and the luck of the sect became stronger and stronger.

Zhao Gongming lived on Jinao Island for another hundred years before returning to Mount Emei and Luofu Cave with six ears.

Time flies, in a flash, thousands of years have passed, with the assistance of the space spar, Zhao Gongming's cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, and he has come to the consummation of Daluo Jinxian, and he is the first person of the second generation of the saint and the humane.

In the past few thousand years, the flood has undergone great changes.

The first was thirty-three days, and it was ransacked.

The people who looted were naturally the monks and ethnic groups that Heavenly Court had offended over the years.

In addition to looting, it also wantonly destroyed as far as the Taihuang Emperor Zeng Tian and the Great Luo Tian, all of which were in ruins.

But the legendary successor of the Demon Emperor, the Ten Golden Wulu Pressure, did not appear from beginning to end.

The second is the original ruins of Buzhou Mountain, and the remnants of the Wu clan began to intermarry with the human race who migrated to the periphery of Buzhou Mountain before.

After intermarriage, the bloodline of the Wu clan is dominant, about sixty percent, and the bloodline of the human race accounts for forty percent.

The sorcerer who was born was born with divine power and tough skin, even if he didn't practice, he was also a rare courage among mortals.

(End of chapter)