In the Zixiao Palace, the Tao is flowing, and the breath of heaven is uncertain.
Hongjun sat on the futon, with his eyes open and closed, reflecting the Primordial World mountains and rivers, and more clearly reflecting the majestic scene of Netherworld Underworld's luck like a dragon, which is connected with Buzhou Mountain Witch Race's luck.
"Three paths are running in parallel, and the earth and humanity have become united. If things continue like this, the authority of heaven and earth will be eroded."
The way of heaven Divine Sense echoes in Hongjun's heart.
Hongjun naturally understands this problem. He conforms to the way of heaven, and his own will is closely related to the way of heaven. The growth of the way of humanity is a threat to the way of heaven and to him Hongjun.
Witch Race, as the mother clan of Houtu, is the most solid support for the authentic in the world.
If you want to weaken the tunnel, you must first disintegrate Witch Race!
But Hongjun cannot take the first shot now, otherwise it will definitely arouse the vigilance of Qingxuan and Houtu.
After much deliberation, only the two from the West were the best choices.
Jieyin and Zhunti has never wanted to show off. As long as it is beneficial, they can do anything. Now this is what Tiandao and Hongjun need.
Hongjun's mind moved slightly, and two invisible thoughts passed through the endless chaos and landed in the Western World.
Next to Eight Treasures Merit Pool, Jieyin and Zhunti are looking worried because they have lost all their power in the underworld and have no way to intervene.
Suddenly, both of them were shocked at the same time, and the vast and indifferent voice of heaven rang in their ears.
"Come and see me at the Zixiao Palace!"
After being summoned by Hongjun, Jieyin and Zhunti looked at each other thoughtfully.
"I've met the teacher."
Hongjun sat cross-legged on the futon, his expression neither sad nor happy.
"Witch Race does not practice Primordial Spirit, does not understand the numbers, only respects Pangu, and disrespects the way of heaven."
"Now, taking advantage of the power of the earth, luck has become more and more arrogant, which is not the blessing of Primordial World. Since you are Heavenly Dao Sage, you should think of ways to maintain the order of heaven."
The words stopped at the point and were not stated clearly, but people like Jieyin and Zhunti instantly understood the hint of Hongjun. If God wanted to attack Witch Race, they needed them to act as pawns.
Zhunti's eyes flashed, and he looked at Jieyin.
"Teacher, I am poor in the West, so Witch Race will be difficult to deal with."
"Houtu is Becoming a Sage, and with the help of Qingxuan, we are really no match."
"It's not a big deal for us to be embarrassed. What can we do if it ruins your plan, teacher?"
This is a blatant attempt to seek benefits from Hongjun and Tiandao.
If you want us to do something, get the benefits first.
Hongjun cursed in his heart and accepted these two idiots.
How can anyone want benefits first without doing something?
Hongjun had an expressionless face and spoke coldly.
"The development of the West has its own destiny, and sooner or later it will have the opportunity to prosper."
"If this is done well, God will not treat you badly."
After receiving Hongjun's promise, Jieyin and Zhunti returned to his original state and saluted Hongjun respectfully.
"Teacher, don't worry, we know it."
Hongjun waved his hand and drove the two people out Zixiao Palace.
Zhunti looked at Jieyin with a calculating smile on his face.
"Martial Brother, Witch Race are barbarians with simple minds and well-developed western limbs. Although Twelve Ancestral Witches is a brother and sister, they are not monolithic, especially the water Ancestral Witch Gong Gong and fire Ancestral Witch Zhu Rong have conflicting attributes and the most violent tempers. In the past, there has been constant friction..."
Jieyin nodded, a hint of understanding flashing across his miserable face.
"Junior brother's intention is... to add fuel to the fire?"
"Exactly!"
Zhunti strokes the palm.
"With just a little guidance, amplifying the hostility in their hearts and igniting old grudges, why worry about them not killing each other? Witch Race's luck will be greatly damaged! By then, not only can we complete the teacher's instructions, but I, the West, can also wait for the opportunity."
The plan was decided, and the two saints sneaked towards the Buzhou Mountain Witch Race territory.
They move extremely carefully, and have the protection of heaven.
Thus, it avoids the perception of Houtu who is closely connected to the tunnel, and also bypasses the Qingxuan who are in the underworld, and targets the Ancestral Witch who are still in Buzhou Mountain Pangu Hall.
Except Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Hall.
In the vast martial arts field, the energy and blood surged to the sky, and the evil spirit filled the air.
Witch Race men are working hard to temper their bodies and practice battle formations, and their roars are shaking the sky.
After experiencing the excitement of Houtu reincarnation and the surge in Witch Race's luck, the entire Witch Race was in high spirits and full of confidence in the upcoming decisive battle between the lich.
However, in this high-spirited atmosphere, a trace of discordant restlessness is brewing.
Gong Gong and Zhu Rong, the two Ancestral Witch, who have incompatible attributes and equally hot tempers, are currently occupying one end of the martial arts field, training the tribesmen under their command.
Perhaps due to the improvement in strength, or perhaps due to the confidence brought by the addition of the authority of the underworld, the competition in the eyes of the two people looking at each other became more and more obvious, and even had a faint smell of gunpowder.
"Humph, you are playing with fire. These brats under your command are weak and have no strength at all. When they go to the battlefield in the future, don't be swallowed up by the monsters!"
Gong Gong sounded like a loud bell, with the sound of surging water, and deliberately shouted in the direction of Zhu Rong.
Zhu Rong Hearing this, the flames all over his body jumped up and Lao Gao suddenly manifested his animal-headed body and said angrily.
"Gong Gong! What did you say? I, the son of the Fire Tribe, can beat you ten times to a loach in the water! Come and practice if you don't accept it!"
"Practice, just practice! I'm afraid you won't succeed!"
Gong Gong showed no sign of weakness, and the black dragon shadow roared under his feet.
Seeing that the two Ancestral Witch were about to take action, Di Jiang's figure instantly appeared in the field, and the power of space rippled slightly, separating the two.
"That's enough! We are facing a powerful enemy and the demon clan has not yet been destroyed. Why are our people arguing?!"
When Gong Gong and Zhu Rong saw him coming forward, they both restrained their breaths angrily, but the eyes they stared at each other were still unkind.
They did not notice that two extremely obscure Vedic Light, with the intention of provoking anger and amplifying paranoia, had quietly blended into the evil aura surrounding them, subtly affecting their moods.
At the same time, Zhunti, who was far away from Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss, had a smile of success on his lips.
The seeds have been planted, you just need to wait for the right time for them to blossom and bear fruit.
In the following days, the atmosphere on Buzhou Mountain became a little subtle.
The friction between Gong Gong and Zhurong Tribe increased significantly, from verbal disputes to small-scale armed fights.
Although they were stopped in time by other Ancestral Witch, the anger in their hearts grew stronger and stronger.
The paranoia and violence amplified by the saint's methods made them look at each other more and more distastefully. The old brotherhood seemed to have become fragile under the influence of some invisible force.
On this day, the conflict completely broke out as the two tribes competed for a newly discovered mine containing the dual attributes of water and fire Spiritual Veins.
"Zhu Rong! This vein is close to our Water Tribe, so it belongs to me!"
Gong Gong is stepping on the black dragon, holding Mystic Great Halberd in his hand, and behind him is the shadow of a huge wave.
"Fart! There are abundant fire spirits in this place, and it is obviously destined to my Fire Tribe!"
Zhu Rong rides on the fire dragon, holding Flame Divine Blade in his hand, and the whole body is covered in a sea of fire.
The two Ancestral Witchs confronted each other for the first time in the sky above the mine. The majestic Ancestral Witchs collided with each other, causing the situation to change color and the space to distort.
The Witch Race sons under his command also raised their weapons and glared at each other, and the war was about to break out!