For the sake of dignity, the emperor generally does not bow his head, unless it is time to decide between life and death.

Therefore, it is rare for the emperor to lower his posture.

Moreover, Fu Xi and Empress Hua Xu now know that the bloodline of the four giants of the beast clan is indeed loyal to the father of the young emperor, so it is not bad to stop this matter.

It is worth mentioning that although Qinglong, Xuanwu, Xiaobai, and Suzaku shot in the melee, but now their combat power has skyrocketed, and they have an aura around them, except for the four giants of the beast clan, no one recognizes them.

would not have thought that this war would start because of these four people.

After all, when Xuanwu, Xiaobai, Vermilion Bird, and Qinglong were taken away by the white-robed old man, their strength was only at the level of a Saint King, but now they are a four-step Dao Sect, and the gap is too big!

However, Fu Xi, Empress Hua Xu and the others did not expect that, and while they nodded, one of them snorted coldly:

"Founding, tens of thousands of people in my human race died because of you, is it so easy for you to leave now?"

The person who speaks is naturally the emperor of Sui.

Hearing this, the face of the founding Yuan Ling changed:

"What are you doing?"

He was cunning and tactful, and now he did not mention the cause of this war, but directly asked about it, so that people felt that he was innocent, and the Emperor of the Terran was looking for trouble with him.

"I'm not good, it's just that you slandered my father before, this matter should be calculated carefully, of course, this matter is a private matter between you and me, and the others should be dispersed. ”

Then the emperor used a wooden stick to protect his body, and said lightly.

As soon as these words came out, many bigwigs of the Wu Clan, you look at me, I look at you, and they retreated one after another, as long as it is not a business matter, then there is nothing for them, and this pot will be carried by the founding Yuan Ling.

After all, the leader is not so easy to be, there are too many injuries to the Wu clan in this war, and the leaders of the Wu clan don't say it in their mouths, but they have long complained about the founding spirit in their hearts.

Now, the Emperor Sui gave them the steps, and naturally they couldn't wait.

In fact, the founding Yuan Lingneng has today's status, and the focus is to have strong people like the Twelve Ancestral Witches to maintain it, and now the Twelve Ancestral Witches are looking for the boss Emperor Jiang, without the support of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, people's hearts are naturally scattered.

"Wushaling, from today onwards, I'm afraid it will belong to only one person. ”

At this moment, Di Jun, who had been watching from the sidelines, suddenly spoke.

Of course, he didn't use the spell, he just said it to the Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

"Then we ......"

Donghuang Taiyi hesitated slightly and looked at his brother.

He had found out before that the Chaos Gods and Demons were also nearby, and the No. 1 Gods and Demons in the Chaos Gods and Demons had great powers, even if the human race produced an ancient god, he might not be able to take the next No. 1 Gods and Demons.

If the No. 1 gods and demons and the ancient gods fought, their Wu clan still had a chance to take Wushaling.

The excuse for this war is Qinglong, Xuanwu, Xiaobai, and Suzaku, but everyone knows that this is a battle for turf.

Wushaling is the junction of the three clans, no matter which side gets it, it has the first opportunity, and once a big war breaks out in the future, this side will be the biggest winner.

Donghuang Taiyi is a person who understands and is also an ambitious person, so he doesn't want to miss such an opportunity.

"The wind and the sun are beautiful and good for bird walking. ”

Di Jun said lightly.

"The wind and the sun are beautiful?" Donghuang Taiyi looked up at the sky, it was cloudy above Wushaling, and it was still drizzling, but it was really 'wind and sun'!

However, he had always admired his brother, and now when he heard him say this, he naturally obeyed unconditionally, followed Di Jun, and directly evacuated Wushaling.

After this battle, it shows that Wushaling is a place of great murder and the place where the monks are buried, so even bigwigs like Donghuang Taiyi and Dijun don't want to stay.

As soon as these people leave, it is equivalent to setting aside the founding Yuan Spirit.

The founding Yuan Lingkong has the position of 'leader of the Wu clan', but there are less than a thousand people under him, and those bigwigs are even cleaner.

"A group of people who are greedy for life and afraid of death. ”

Seeing this, the founding Yuan Ling secretly cursed.

For today's sake, he has been planning for many years, and he is not doing this only for himself, but for the sake of the great cause of the entire Wu clan.

But now, at the moment of life and death, that group of witch monks actually regarded themselves as 'substitutes for the dead'. ’

Under normal circumstances, when the leader encounters danger, he uses his subordinates as a substitute for the dead ghost, but this time, he, the leader, became a substitute for the dead ghost, allowing him to be cunning, but now it is not a taste in his heart.

"What's the matter? The dignified generation of the Wu Emperor, don't you even have the courage to face the battle?"

Although his eloquence is not as good as that of the founding Yuan Ling, the head of the Emperor is still extremely smart, and he is doing this now, the first is indeed to take revenge, as a son of man, no one is allowed to insult his parents.

Second, the relationship between the human race and the Wu clan has always been good, and if it weren't for the founding spirit to provoke it, it would not be possible to have today's life-and-death battle.

Therefore, if the founding spirit is not removed, it will become a great disaster in the future.

"Suiren, my subordinates are just defeated, and you dare to challenge Bendi again?"

Suddenly closing his eyes, the Founding Yuan Ling said calmly.

He was meant to provoke the Sui, and then attack suddenly.

But this time, the Emperor was not fooled, and said with a smile:

"Founder, you will really touch your face, the previous battle was obviously evenly fought, but now it is said that Bendi is a defeated soldier for your men, in this case, let's have a fair fight. ”

At this time, the face of the Emperor Sui was unfathomable, and there was a kind of implication of wolves eating sheep.

Immediately, the Founding Yuan Ling scanned the surroundings, the Terran monks surrounded themselves, Fu Xi, Hua Xu, Nuwa and others were all murderous and ready to strike at any time, and the periphery was the four giants of the Beast Clan.

Well, that's fair, fair big-headed ghost.

But, the winner is the king, and the loser is Kou!

If the tribes compete, it is enough to win, and if they lose, they will inevitably be liquidated.

This play was originally directed and acted by himself.

Therefore, he is the one who is liquidated.

"I can't imagine that the great god of Youchao has a bright and upright life, but he gave birth to a despicable and shameless son who takes advantage of people's danger, ...... pity, pity."

Abruptly, the founding Yuan Ling raised his head and sighed, his voice full of emotion, as if he had been greatly wronged.

"Founder, I thought your insidious cunning was first-class, but now it seems that your acting skills are also very good. In this case, in my opinion, today the emperor will let you go, and you don't have to be an emperor when you go back, go to the mortal world to sing. ”

Then the emperor had been forced over, and said in a salty and non-light manner.

"Huh!"

But his voice fell suddenly, and the thousands of wisps of cold light in front of him hit him, and the Great Emperor's aura in front of him was almost scattered, but it was the founding Yuan Ling who suddenly attacked him.

"Despicable!"

Then the emperor roared, turned decay into magic, and the stick in his hand turned into a mountain, directly blocking the past, intercepting the thousands of wisps of cold light.

(End of chapter)