The atmosphere of the desolate world is becoming more and more tense, and many living beings feel extremely depressed, but although the two Lich clans are constantly fighting small battles, fighting endlessly every day, but this is a fighting battle of the lower clansmen, in the upper echelons of the two clans, they are still very restrained, they are very clear that once the war starts, it is a battle of life and death, and it must be ended by the complete destruction of one party, such a terrible consequence, it is not easy to make the determination to go to war, and it will only be carried out if it is properly prepared and fully certain.

As a result, the desolate world became eerily calm for a while.

This situation, over time, has also begun to make some people impatient.

On the western spiritual mountain, by the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, the two saints of Jieyin and Zhun Ti are sitting opposite each other.

The eyes of the leading saint seem to be closed, his face is distressed, and the breath around him is deep and obscure, which makes people palpitate. Clearly, after his sanctification, his teachings became more and more unfathomable.

The figure of the Zhun Ti saint is slightly fat, and his eyes are constantly flashing with a brilliant light, which makes people dare not look directly.

At this time, the two saints were running the primordial spirits and deducing the heavenly machine.

Although it is said that the catastrophe is approaching and the heavenly machine is obscure, but at this time, after all, the great tribulation has not really been opened, and there is no problem in connecting the two saints to join forces with Zhun Ti to deduce the heavenly machine.

After a while, the Zhun Ti Saint opened his eyes, the faint light flickered, as if there was an infinite heavenly opportunity flowing, and he solemnly said, "Senior brother, the poor road has gone. ”

"Senior brother, be careful. The leading saint answered silently. After the Zhun Ti Saint turned into a golden light and disappeared into the wonderful realm of Lingshan, he sighed and said: "The calamity is about to start, and the will of heaven is like a knife. After sighing, the sage closed his eyes, his whole body was in a trance, there was a heavy rhyme flowing, mysterious and mysterious, and the next moment it became ordinary and ordinary, and the breath of the whole person seemed to disappear from heaven and earth.

Let's say that the Zhun Ti saint, out of the Spirit Mountain, stepped into the Eastern Continent, he restrained his breath, and joined forces with the two leading saints to disturb the heavens, and there are almost no people who can find his traces between heaven and earth, even if they are among the saints, the rest of them want to deduce his information, and they have to make a big move. I'm afraid that only Hongjun Dao Ancestor above the heavens can discover him, but Hongjun Dao Ancestor is already in line with the Heavenly Dao, and the general trend has not changed, Hongjun does not come out, so he naturally will not pay attention to the actions of the Zhun Ti Saint.

In the depths of the East China Sea, there is a wonderful place, it is a small island, and there is a valley on the island, and the valley is blazing, faintly emitting endless red light.

This valley is called Tang Valley, there is no supreme mystery, the most special place in the valley is that there is a simple sacred tree, this tree leaves are like mulberry, there are trees again, the tree elder is 2,000 zhang, the big is more than 2,000 around, the texture is simple, the glow is dense, just like a divine object.

On the top of this Fusang sacred tree, there are ten dazzling flames flying, look carefully, in the depths of these ten flames, there is a strange big bird, golden wings, three-legged, smart and fierce, it is the three-legged golden crow of the sacred bird between heaven and earth.

These ten golden crows are the sons of the demon emperor Di Jun, because they are not yet adults, and the sun and fire around them cannot be used freely, and they often get into trouble, so Di Jun placed them in the East China Sea Tang Valley, and the ten golden crows fly with a negative sun every day, shining in the ten directions of heaven and earth, which can be regarded as accumulating merit.

And in order to prevent the ten golden crows from running around, Di Jun also laid an infinite ban around Tang Valley, which does not know how many ancient demon techniques are contained, and the power is extraordinary, even if the quasi-saint comes, it is very difficult to break the prohibition of this Tang Valley.

On this day, on the Fuso Sacred Tree, the golden crows were bored and swallowing the flames around them, they were confined to this small world, and they could only temper their own sun true fire to survive on weekdays.

"Alas, brothers, these days are really boring, we have no ability, but we can't show it!" a golden crow sighed loudly.

"Yes, yes, we are the prince of the demon clan, with immeasurable powers, except for our father and uncle, who is still our opponent. ”

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The ten golden crows chattered non-stop, but between the lines, they were a little naïve, and they didn't have much knowledge, as the princes of the demon clan, they were infinitely favored from the moment they were born, and they didn't know much about the world in the outside world.

At this moment, outside Tang Valley, a golden light flashed, and a person appeared, this person's breath was deep and obscure, as if there was nothing, and his face was blurred. It was the Zhun Ti saint who came from the West.

Seeing that his body was shocked, he turned into a little demon, and then ran into the depths of Tang Valley.

This little demon is faintly emitting a heavy golden light around his body, and the prohibition around Tang Gu by Emperor Jun is under that golden light, as if nothing has been investigated, the mysteries of the saint's methods, if it is not a quasi-saint, Di Jun naturally would not have thought that there would be a high saint who would come to Tang Gu and calculate against him.

In the Tang Valley, the ten golden crows on the Fusang tree were talking and laughing, when they saw a small demon rushing in in embarrassment.

Suddenly, they were taken aback, they were naturally very clear about the forbidden formations around Tang Gu, and they were suspicious, but suddenly their expressions became in a trance, as if they had forgotten the strangeness of this all of a sudden.

The boss in the golden crow had a glint in his eyes, and suddenly asked, "Don't that little demon, why is it here!"

The rest of the golden crows also clamored.

"Ah, it's ten royal highnesses the prince, great, your highness the prince, you have to avenge us. "The little demons turned into the saints of Zhun Ti said that they probably meant that a group of their little demons were killed by the people of the witch clan, and only one person escaped and came to the land of Tanggu in a panic.

Under normal circumstances, this statement is naturally full of loopholes, no one will believe it at all, although the ten golden crows are naïve, but they can also distinguish the strangeness in them, but the Zhun Ti sage used a means to blind the minds of the golden crows, so soon, the ten golden crows flew out of the soup valley angrily, and the blazing sun real fire around them was burning, and everywhere they passed, the sea was evaporated a large area, and the sea water was burned by the sun fire before it had time to turn into steam.

Countless fish and shrimp sea tribes suffered heavy casualties, and thick resentment rose from the sky over the East China Sea.

Although these ten golden crows are not very old, they are amazingly talented, and the true fire of the sun is rarely rivaled.

The East China Sea is vast, and this killing sea is nothing, and when the ten golden crows come to the desolate land, the situation becomes even more miserable.

Clusters of terrifying flames fell from the sky, and ten golden crows hung in the sky like ten suns, and the blazing heat burned and distorted the void.

The earth withered, the rivers dried up, and countless creatures were reduced to ashes under the scorching fire of the sun.

All these ten golden crows suddenly stopped, and they chirped happily and kept flying towards the depths of the continent.

Their purpose is naturally the Wu tribe.

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