"I see?"

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in Wu Shen's mind, no wonder the twelve ancestors of the Wu clan are in retreat at the same time, not because they believe in him completely, but because they have put all their bets on themselves, so they will spare no effort to help themselves.

I didn't belong to one of the Heavenly Dao scripts, with my own particularity, the Wu Clan has already completely departed from the original track, this is why the system spoke out just now, it turns out that I have already achieved part of the purpose, but I didn't find out!

Wu Shen thought in his heart, Di Jiang and Candle Jiuyin on the side had already come to his side, patted him on the shoulder, and without saying much, Candle Jiuyin slowly disappeared in place, and on the twelve stone platforms, the statue of another ancestor witch flickered slightly.

"Second brother, he ......"

"His consumption is too great, the catastrophe is coming, last time, we seized the opportunity and won the glory of an era, this time, we still can't lose!"

Di Jiang looked at the direction in which Candle Jiuyin disappeared, and said fiercely, Wu Shen nodded clearly, and then there was silence in the hall, as if there had never been life just now.

The flood does not remember the year, and the two lich clans have gone through another great battle, and each has licked its own wounds.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, the twelve tribes of the year have now all gathered together, Di Jiang and Wu Shen made a ruthless move, letting the remaining ancestors guard the border in all directions, but they recalled all the Wu tribesmen under Buzhou Mountain to the Liguangye Plain.

It can be said that the current desolate land has been basically abandoned by the Wu clan, of course the demon clan can't let go of this opportunity, Bai Ze has appointed the Tu Shan clan to re-enter the land, yes, it is the Tu Shan clan......

That's why Wu Shen was able to receive the news so quickly, after so many years of training, Tu Shan, who was in the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox Qingqiu, has now become a demon saint.

If you look down at the earth from the sky, you will find that the land that was originally guarded by the Twelve Ancestors is now lined with hundreds of races, and it seems that everyone feels that something unusual and desperately wants to find a way out for their race.

Not to mention the petty fights between the two lich clans, the Terran race can be said to be blooming everywhere, and the Terran tribes of the past have now become countries one after another.

Among them, the country of Xuanyuan by the Yellow River, which suffered the smallest loss last time, and the Feng tribe that occupied the Yangdu City were the most powerful, and now the flood famine quasi-saint is not out, and the Daluo Golden Immortal is also extremely rare, it can be said that the current strength of the human race is enough to shock the world.

On the coast of the North Sea, the people of the husband's country shook the North Sea, resisted the invasion of the Demon Master Palace, surrounded the land of the human race, and also had a close relationship with the Wu clan Kuafu.

Southern Xuanyuan, Lieshan, Sanmiao and other people are also soldiers, in such a general trend of external expansion, only after more than 10,000 years, the human race has used its short life cycle and huge population base to all the land around Li Guangye have been branded as human race.

But the witch and demon clans continued to maintain a delicate balance as if nothing had happened, as if nothing had ever happened.

Now countless sacreds between heaven and earth are looking at the strife in their eyes, perhaps, they are waiting for the final result.

Above the Nine Heavens, the dark shadows and chaos condensed in the void, and the soldiers who did not return from a hundred battles slept quietly in the Tianhe, here is the ruins of the heavenly realm, the end of the galaxy, and the birthplace of the heavenly river.

The Great Sun has quietly risen here, and this figure named Donghuang Taiyi has been waiting here for tens of thousands of years, and no one knows what he is waiting for.

The ten Golden Crow Princes didn't know either, they only knew that their uncle had not been in the right mind since he returned to Heaven last time, and he had stayed here and never moved.

"Come out, it's almost time, it's time for you to go on duty, see what I'm doing here?"

Donghuang Taiyi stood in place, not moving, the void in front of him suddenly fluctuated, as if shattered, and above the surrounding space, the light of the blazing sun's true fire shone on his body, but it was absorbed by Donghuang Taiyi.

"Uncle, I didn't mean to disturb your rest, it's ......" The eldest prince's name is Zhao, which means that everything is renewed in the morning sun, but at this moment, he is standing trembling in front of his uncle, and he doesn't dare to breathe.

Although the Eastern Emperor Taiyi has never been angry with them, but since the last time, Taiyi has never said a word to Emperor Jun, and has imprisoned himself in the boundless heavenly river for tens of thousands of years, and no one has seen him.

At this moment, the tenth prince was also ordered by his father to invite their uncle Donghuang Taiyi to go to the Lingxiao Treasure Hall to discuss matters, but it was obvious that this was a comparison...... Well, it's a very difficult task.

At least the current ten princes said that they had no confidence at all that they would be able to invite the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, let alone anything else, and their father would really make trouble for them, and Zhao had already indicated that the sun might not be able to rise as usual today.

"Your father called you!"

As soon as Donghuang Taiyi spoke, his eyes opened slightly, looking at several figures in front of him, and then he slowly got up, looked ahead, and sighed.

The infinite galaxy beneath him was destroyed by his sigh, and an endless solar storm poured out of his body, sweeping in all directions, and although the ten golden crows had the same root as him, they could not resist such fierce flames.

In the last battle, although the Eastern Emperor Taiyi and the six of the twelve ancestors fought in the same way, in the end, even Pangu Zhenren was powerless to do anything about him, and once again confirmed his title as the number one under the saint! There was even gossip that the saint was not the opponent of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, as long as he wanted to, it was not impossible to slaughter the saint, and no one dared to express an opinion on this statement.

But Donghuang Taiyi didn't want such a huge name, if he could, he just wanted that person to come back, thinking in his heart, a hanging Fusang tree behind him fell on his shoulder, and the fiery red mulberry leaves were scattered on the top of his head.

"Aunt Sanro!"

The ten little guys on the side screamed in surprise and looked at the fiery red mulberry leaves beside them, but Donghuang Taiyi just shook his head and didn't speak.

"What are you doing here?" He loves and loves this sister, and it can be said that no one can make the Eastern Emperor remember it so much after Fusang Daoization.

"What am I doing here? How long have you not seen Sister Changxi?" Sang Luo's voice was slightly gloomy, this person had faded into greenness, a pair of beautiful eyes stared at the Eastern Emperor Taiyi in front of him, her slender and light figure swayed, after the death of the goddess Fusang, she Sang Luo is the new innate spiritual root Fusang tree.