"Anyway, this time the Taiyuan Dao people attacked, the demon clan suffered heavy losses, even Emperor Jun and Taiyi were also hit hard, which is very beneficial to our Wu clan. The 10,000-year period is approaching, and the strength of the demon clan has been greatly damaged, this is not an opportunity, if we plan properly, we are bound to have the upper hand in the upcoming Lich War. ”

Candle Jiuyin's voice was gloomy, as the ancestor of time, he had always appeared as a wise man of the Wu clan.

When the rest of the ancestral witches heard this, they all nodded one after another, this is indeed the truth, the demon clan has been hit hard, for the witch clan, it is the best.

"Well, then we have to prepare for this big war, pass on the order, the sons of each tribe step up training, and we must make our clan's strength to a higher level when the big war comes. ”

The Wu Clan took advantage of the heavy damage of the Demon Clan and began to vigorously develop.

This battle with the human race, although countless human races were killed, but it itself was also a heavy casualty, hundreds of millions of demon clan elites were killed by Taiyuan, even Di Jun and Taiyi were hit hard, and it took a great price to recover, so that the power of the demon clan could not help shrinking, especially in the desolate land, the demon clan retreated comprehensively, and most of the demon clans retreated for thirty-three days, so that the huge desolate land almost became the world of the Wu clan.

Thousands of years have passed in a blink of an eye, over the years, the Wu clan has ushered in a rapid development opportunity, a large number of Wu tribes began to establish on the Honghuang Continent, during this period, it was accompanied by countless battles and killings, I don't know how many low-level demon clans were killed, and a body of essence and blood vitality has become the rations of the Wu clan.

It was with the supply of hundreds of millions of demon clans that the population of the Wu clan began to develop vigorously, and in just a few thousand years, it was faster than ever before.

Many ancestral witches watched the continuous development of the tribes under their command, and they smiled one by one, becoming more and more sure of the future lich war.

Everything that happened on the Flood Desolate Continent naturally could not escape the eyes of the Heavenly Saints, and they clearly felt that in just a few thousand years, the luck of the Wu Clan began to swell wildly, and with the support of such a huge racial luck, the strength of the Twelve Ancestral Witches also increased day by day, and all of them were promoted to the realm of the middle stage of the quasi-saint, with the strong body of the Ancestral Witch, the combat power they could exert was even stronger to the extreme.

On the West Sumeru Mountain, by the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, auspicious clouds are swirling, Sanskrit sounds are curling, a solemn and Shun, and the two saints are sitting on the edge of the merit pool.

The eyes of the leading saint are lowered, as if he is asleep, as if he is dreaming into the world, hundreds of millions of reincarnations, and the whole person exudes a mysterious and mysterious atmosphere, unfathomable, eternal.

This is the unique way of practice of the sage, the method of enlightenment in dreams, entering the dream with oneself, in the dream of reincarnation in the dream, the sand of the Ganges River, the sage is constantly practicing, and finally countless dream bodies converge into one, this kind of practice is really earth-shattering, mysterious and profound, and those who are not great perseverance and great wisdom cannot practice.

Next to him was a quasi-Daoist person, dressed in an ink-colored Taoist robe, with a rich figure and gloomy eyes, as if there were countless flashes of electric light, which could not be detected in a trance.

Suddenly, the eyes of the quasi-Daoist were certain, and he swallowed immeasurable essence, which made people tremble.

He spoke: "Senior brother, the demon clan was hit hard by the one in the East China Sea, but it provided an opportunity for the Wu clan to develop and grow, and over the years, the power of the Wu clan has been expanding day by day, which is a blessing and a curse for us and other saints. ”

The guide saint woke up from the darkness, his eyes were dull and dull, but there were endless mysteries, he couldn't help but attract attention, even if he was a quasi-Daoist, seeing the guide saint so magnanimous, he couldn't help but be secretly shocked in his heart, he knew that his senior brother's cultivation had improved again, and he had far surpassed himself.

"Senior brother, the number of days is in the Lich Clan, they are the protagonists of this calamity, and the qi is endless, so why not. Let's wait slowly, there will always be a day of great prosperity in the West, so there is no need to rush. ”

The tone of the quotation was calm and indifferent, without the slightest fluctuation, and the voice fell, and he fell asleep again.

Seeing this, the quasi-Tidao man sighed silently, his expression a little depressed, but soon he cheered up, and his face showed a touch of determination.

"That's it, for the sake of the great prosperity of the West and the inheritance of Taoism, the poor Dao has to fight for everything. ”

The quasi-Tidao turned into a golden light and disappeared on Mount Meru in an instant, and he didn't know where he went.

After the quasi-Daoist left, he opened his eyes, and a look of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"Alas, junior brother, why do you bother to be involved in cause and effect, I'm afraid it will hinder your cultivation this time. He sighed secretly in his heart, and with his cultivation, he knew what Zhun Ti thought about in his heart.

After sighing, he stretched out his hand in the void, and a dark light streaked across the sky and disappeared into the depths of time and space.

However, it was to lead the saint to use his great magical powers, disturb the heavens, and cover up the whereabouts of the quasi-Daoist.

In the middle of the flood wilderness, there is a huge tribe, densely covered with countless rough and sturdy buildings, in which thousands of people live in the Wu tribe, which is the tribe of the ancestral witch Houtu.

At this time, Hou Tuzu Wu was quietly practicing in her palace, and a layer of earthy yellow divine light around her was constantly flickering, and a brutal, heavy, and benevolent momentum was constantly brewing around her.

As the ancestor of the earth, although Houtu is the youngest of the twelve ancestral witches, her strength is extremely profound, and she is also very high among many ancestral witches.

Standing on the earth, you can mobilize the great power of the earth, it can be said that the innate has a great advantage, and more importantly, the ancestor of the earth has become a Taoist with the soil, inheriting the vastness and heaviness of the earth, and is peaceful and nourishing, so unlike other ancestors, the erosion of the congenital evil qi is so serious, vaguely, she also has a sense of the way of heaven and earth, so her cultivation has progressed very quickly.

On this day, Houtu Ancestor Wu was silently cultivating, but she suddenly felt uneasy, and there seemed to be an inexplicable attraction that constantly shook her heart.

This shocked Hou Tu Zu Wu, and he couldn't help but wake up from his hidden cultivation.

"Huh, what's going on?"

Houtu Ancestor Wu was surprised, and couldn't help but walk out of the Houtu Palace, silently checked his tribe, and saw that everything was in order, and nothing special happened, which made her even more surprised.

So the Houtu Ancestor Wu stepped out, as if he was integrated into the endless earth elements between heaven and earth, and disappeared into the Houtu tribe in the blink of an eye.

And on a mountain peak less than 10,000 miles away from the Houtu tribe, the Zhun Tidao people were sitting cross-legged, their hands like electricity, and they made countless mysterious and profound seals, and the golden threads like streamers continued to merge into the depths of the vast void, which was extremely mysterious.

"Houtu, Houtu, since you are a descendant of Pangu, then you should take on your responsibilities as soon as possible, heaven and earth are not kind, no wonder you are poor. ”

The reason why Hou Tu Zu Wu was uneasy just now was that the Quasi-Ti Dao people used their means behind their backs.

With his respect as a saint, he exerted his magical powers with all his might, and although the Houtu Ancestor Wu was powerful, he was unconsciously affected by his mind.

Of course, this is also the fact that the Zhun Tidao people did not have unfavorable thoughts about the Houtu, and even what he did was still in line with the way of heaven, and it was precisely because of this that he was able to influence the descendants of Pangu, the ancestral witch and the descendant, otherwise, even if he was a saint, it would be impossible to influence the strong-willed ancestor so easily.