This made the thrilling war of all the great supernatural powers of the flood wilderness start silently and end silently, and the general public of the flood wilderness, unaware, still happily live their own small lives.

Of course, the impact is definitely there.

The countless little demons in the heavenly court suddenly found that the Heavenly Emperor, the Eastern Emperor, and the demon master had all gone into retreat and cultivated, and hundreds of demon gods seemed to have made an appointment, and they all closed their doors.

The little demons of the directors of the palaces and halls of the heavenly court, if they have nothing to do, they all go to the Qinzheng Palace, at least they are familiar in front of the master of the Gaosong Palace, so that the Qinzheng Palace, which is already like a city, is even more full of demons, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, twelve hours a day, day after day, day by day, all the time.

It annoys Gao Song, these brainless people are jumping out and talking about it now, do you still think you don't have enough things?

Simply threw all the affairs on the heads of the forty-eight pavilion masters, patted his buttocks, turned around and left, anyway, in this heavenly court, except for Di Jun and Taiyi, there was no demon who dared to talk crookedly in front of him.

In the desolate land, the patriarchs of hundreds of millions of desolate races breathed a sigh of relief, this demon clan was menacing, seeing that all the clans were about to be disintegrated and fall apart, who knew that the demon clan would suddenly stop.

The patriarchs were not only happy, but also inexplicable, and inquired one after another.

It is said that these flood races have survived in the flood for hundreds of millions of years, and who doesn't know a great supernatural person, even if there is no relationship, they can pull out the relationship by beating around the bush.

In the early stage, the battle between the great supernatural powers and the demon clan was mostly involved in this way, and of course, there were also reasons why the great supernatural powers were willing to enter the world and respond to the catastrophe.

But this time, all the tribes in the flood wilderness went to find these related great supernatural powers, and were surprised to find that many great supernatural beings had lost their lives and disappeared.

The news kept coming out, shaking back and forth, and all the creatures in the flood famine knew that something big had happened, causing countless great supernatural beings to die and disappear in the flood famine.

Then, the flood fell into an unusual calm, and there was almost no fighting.

Countless great supernatural powers, all of them are dead, they are ordinary Da Luo, Xiao Taiyi, Xiao Jin Xian-level little shrimp, where dare to be blind Bibi, still clamp their tails, honestly live a few quiet days, and wait for this limelight to pass.

And it is said that it is almost, because in the flood wilderness, there are still so few living beings, ignorant and rampant, what should they be doing!

They are simple-minded, well-limbed, strong, fearless of death, and extremely difficult to mess with.

Their name is witch.

Yes, the Wu clan just like this, like a stunned green, suddenly appeared under the nose of the whole desolation.

It is said that the soft is afraid of the hard, the hard is afraid of the horizontal, and the horizontal is afraid of not dying.

But this gang of sub-witches is hard and horizontal, and they don't want to die, who is not afraid of this!

I can't mess with it!

Many races that originally had territorial disputes with the Wu Clan, seeing that the Wu Clan dared to go on a rampage and play tricks on their lives in this situation, they all retreated one after another and no longer entangled with the Wu Clan.

Anyway, the desolate land, the boundaries are vast, boundless, let a few valleys, a few rivers, a few plains come out, for these vast and rich flood races, it is just wet and wet, not itchy or painful.

The Wu clan has continued to spread like this, millions of years have passed, and if you pay a little attention, you will find that this arrogant and fierce race has footprints all over the flood wilderness, and the number of clansmen has surpassed any race in the flood wilderness.

Dijun, who had not been out of the customs for a long time, soon discovered this problem.

In the battle of Hongmeng Purple Qi millions of years ago, Dijun and Taiyi fought hard.

In that case, only the two of them can do it in person.

If you send your subordinates Da Luo Jin Xian, I am afraid that the Da Luo of Zixiao Palace will unite in an instant and strangle the Demon Clan Da Luo together, and then they will fight each other again.

And if they take action in person, they will not be besieged as one of the great Luos of Zixiao Palace.

Hongmeng purple qi was in different hands, and finally disappeared, and no one got it.

Let the killing red-eyed, seriously injured hundreds of Da Luo slowly sober up.

It's too miserable, nearly a thousand Zixiao Palace Da Luo disappeared, and their bodies died, and the remaining Da Luo were frightened, no matter how Hongmeng Ziqi disappeared, they left the chaos one after another, returned to the flood wilderness, retreated and recuperated, and didn't ask about the world.

Although Di Jun and Taiyi were not frightened, they were also injured, and as soon as they returned to Heaven, they were in retreat for millions of years.

The unhappiness of losing Hongmeng purple gas has not disappeared, and the news that came to the newspaper below has further aggravated Dijun's unhappiness.

After exiting the customs, the affairs of controlling the Honghuang Continent began to advance again, but this time, it was no longer the hundreds of millions of races that hindered the demon race, nor was it the Daluo of Zixiao Palace, but it had become a race that had never been heard of before-Wu.

How can there be witches everywhere!

Nine out of ten hindering the development of the demon clan were done by the witch clan.

Di Jun frowned and asked, "Tell me all about this witch?" but his eyes looked at Bai Ze, who was in charge of this matter.

After all, Bai Ze is the outstanding demon talent of the demon clan, Di Jun suppressed it for some time, seeing that he had no complaints and was still diligent in his work, Di Jun also slowly handed over some important affairs to Bai Ze to be responsible.

Bai Ze and several demon gods glanced at each other and explained: "The Wu Clan, a new race that has only appeared in the past few million years, was created by the twelve ancestors such as Dijiang and Houtu. ”

Di Jun frowned, Twelve Ancestral Witches!

It's the reckless people who go around proclaiming that they are the authentic sect of Pangu, but they don't have a primordial god and only cultivate the physical body.

In the flood wilderness, there are countless creatures who claim to be the authentic Pangu sect, and the most authentic ones are recognized as the three Qings, they are the incarnation of Pangu Yuanshen, and they are no different from Pangu, which is beyond reproach.

Others, like their own brothers, are transformed by Pangu's left eye, Xihe is transformed by Pangu's right eye, and Styx is transformed by Pangu's navel.

Only the Twelve Ancestral Witches, who claim to be the authentic Pangu Sect, are the most annoying jokes: those who have no brains (Yuan Shen) dare to say that they are the relics of Pangu, they are really brainless!

You must know that this group of reckless people also went to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon for the first time, but they couldn't understand a word, and after the second time, except for one Houtu, they never entered Zixiao Palace again, and they were secretly laughed at by the big Luo of Zixiao Palace.

Why did they jump out and make trouble for themselves?

This gang of reckless people is desperate, even if the twelve of them are at the level of Da Luo Jin Immortals, but they don't have a primordial spirit, they can't listen to the Tao and improve, what use can the twelve Da Luo Jin Immortals do?

Didn't you see my demon clan, even if a lot of them died, there were still more than five hundred Luo Jin Immortals?

Bai Ze saw that the Emperor of Heaven was unimpressed, and said with a wry smile: "Emperor of Heaven, this witch clan should not be underestimated, and its strength is already the crown of hundreds of millions of races in the wilderness. ”

"What!" Dijun straightened up, suspecting that he had misheard.

Hundred!

Hundreds of Da Luo Jin Immortals have grown up under their noses, isn't this what they did in the heyday of Penglai Purple Mansion?

It was used on his head by a group of brainless ancestral witches!

I've become a brainless prince of the East!

So who has no brains?

Di Jun was annoyed for a while, a terrifying aura circulated around him, and there was a tooth-souring sound in the entire Lingxiao Treasure Hall, and several demon gods under the seat, although they were all in the middle stage of Da Luo, were still suppressed so much that they couldn't raise their heads.

After a while, Di Jun found the embarrassed appearance of the demons, slowly reined in his might, his face was still ugly, and said in a deep voice: "Tell me about this witch clan." ”