Time passes quietly like water.
The truce period set by Hongjun is like the fine sand in the hourglass, it will run away at the first sight.
The entire Primordial World atmosphere unconsciously became solemn and depressing, like the suffocating tranquility before the storm.
The mountains and rivers are lonely, All Spirits is dormant, and even the ferocious beasts and alien species that usually fight endlessly seem to have sensed the coming catastrophe and restrained their minions.
On this day, Netherworld Underworld is still operating as usual, the souls of the dead are flowing endlessly, and the sound of judgment is intertwined with the dense atmosphere of Meng Po soup.
However, a figure that was extremely hidden but carried a brilliant imperial aura quietly penetrated the boundary between yin and yang, avoided the passage of reincarnation, and appeared outside the Great Emperor Fengdu Palace for the first time.
The visitor is dressed in a dark gold royal robe, with a majestic face that cannot be concealed from the fatigue and vicissitudes of life. It is Demon Emperor Dijun!
He was alone and ventured to the base camp of Witch Race, the core place of authentic control!
His appearance instantly triggered the laws of the underworld.
Houtu's figure appeared in front of the temple almost at the same time, his eyes as sharp as a knife, with scrutiny and cold hostility.
The Great Emperor Fengdu incarnation of Qingxuan also appeared, with a trace of surprise in his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, the space fluctuated, and eleven incarnations of Ancestral Witch, including Di Jiang, Gong Gong, and Zhu Rong, also arrived one after another, faintly surrounding Di Jun, and their evil aura soared to the sky!
"Di Jun!"
Gong Gong had the most explosive temper and immediately shouted angrily.
"You are so brave! You dare to break into my underworld alone. Do you think your life is too long?!"
Zhu Rong said with a fierce smile as flames rose all over his body.
"Just in time! Use your sacrificial flag to vent your evil anger for me, Witch Race son!"
The other Ancestral Witch were also glaring angrily. If Houtu and Qingxuan weren't in front, they might have swarmed them.
Facing this battle, Di Jun looked extremely calm. He raised his hand slightly to show that he was not hostile, and looked past the angry Ancestral Witch and landed on Houtu and Qingxuan.
"Empress Houtu, Immortal Venerable Qing Xuan."
Di Jun's voice is a little hoarse, but it has a strange kind of frankness.
"I took the risk to come here today not as a provocation, but... I want to make a deal with you, or in other words, to find a possibility... other than losing both sides."
Houtu's eyes moved slightly, he raised his hand to stop the restless brothers, and said coldly.
"Deal? You and I have a deep hatred for the Blood Sea, so what kind of deal is there?"
Qingxuan looked at Di Jun thoughtfully and said.
"Demon Emperor doesn't hesitate to take risks himself, so what he said must be of great significance. You might as well say it first."
Di Jun took a deep breath, a trace of pain and determination flashed in his eyes.
"Blood Sea has a deep hatred and sworn hatred. I have never dared to forget it! But today, Tai Yi and I have understood that we, the two lich clans, are just pawns on the chessboard between heaven and the saints! From now on Ten Golden Crows was robbed, and the saint came to 'help' him. Everything was a plan, just to make our two clans die together, so as to complete the so-called 'measuring the calamity', cleanse Pangu's Legacy, and stabilize the authority of heaven!"
As soon as he said this, all the ancestral witches were stunned. Although they did not cultivate the soul and were not good at deducing the secrets of heaven, they were not stupid. Based on the past events, especially the strange attitudes of the saints, they had already had doubts in their hearts.
At this moment, it was broken by Di Jun, and there was an uproar.
"Nonsense!"
Zhu Rong shouted, but his tone was no longer as firm as before.
Di Jiang said in a deep voice.
"Di Jun, what do you mean by this?"
Di Jun smiled miserably.
"What do you mean? It means that no matter whether I, the demon clan, wins, or you, Witch Race, win, we will inevitably die in the end! The real winners will always be those superior chess players! My son... my nine children are just their first sacrifice to start the chess game!"
Mentioning the fallen Golden Crow Princes, Di Jun's eyes flashed with blood, and his voice was filled with deep-seated hatred.
When Houtu heard this, her eyes became a little more complicated. She had reincarnated into reincarnation and had a deeper understanding of the suffering of all sentient beings in the world.
Qingxuan nodded.
"It's not easy for Demon Emperor to see this clearly. So, what is Demon Emperor's so-called transaction?"
Di Jun looked at Qingxuan and Houtu with burning eyes, and then glanced at Ancestral Witch.
"Since we are destined to fight, let's fight! But the battlefield and the outcome may not be ours to choose! Heaven wants us to fight in the center of Primordial World, destroying the world, and they will reap the benefits. I will not let them do so!"
He paused and spoke word by word.
"I propose that the final decisive battle be set in the west!"
"Western?"
Everyone Ancestral Witch was stunned.
"Not bad, Western!"
Di Jun's eyes sparkled with the flames of calculation and revenge.
"Jieyin and Zhunti has plotted against our demon clan many times, and even seduced two Ancestral Witch, Gong Gong and Zhu Rong. How can we not take revenge for this? The west is barren and can be used as a battlefield. Even if we smash it into pieces, there won't be much damage! What's more important..."
He lowered his voice with a hint of pleasure.
"If a decisive battle breaks out in the West, the power of Star Dou Great Formation and the energy of Dutian Divine Fiends will collide, which will surely trigger Two Sages of the West to take action!"
"At that time, in the chaos, Lao Tzu and Primordial want to be alone? What a dream! I will take this opportunity to completely muddy the water and drag them into the water! Even if our demon clan cannot escape defeat in the end, we must shatter a few of their holy teeth! Let them know that chess pieces can also have the ability to bite back!"
There was silence in the hall. Ancestral Witch looked at each other, all shocked by Di Jun's bold and even crazy plan.
Lead the decisive battle to the west and trap the saint?
This idea is really beyond their previous thoughts.
Houtu and Qingxuan looked at each other.
Qingxuan spoke slowly.
"Demon Emperor This plan is risky, but it is not unfeasible. From the perspective of the tunnel, the West will be damaged and the impact will be minimal. From Witch Race's perspective, if it can severely injure the saint, it will be a good thing."
"But, Demon Emperor How can we ensure that the decisive battle will break out in the West? How can we ensure that the Saint will definitely be involved?"
Di Jun is confident.
"I have arranged it secretly. At that time, I and Tai Yi will use the power of Grand Formation of the Stars to pretend to be defeated and pull the battlefield to the west. All you Ancestral Witch will do is 'cooperate'. As for the saints... They think they are in control of everything and will never sit back and watch the battlefield deviate from their script. With a little guidance, they will definitely enter the game! Especially when Jieyin and Zhunti and Dao Field were destroyed, how can they sit back and watch the West suffer another disaster?"
Gong Gong slapped his thigh suddenly.
"Okay! Let's do it! I've long disliked those two bald donkeys!"
Zhu Rong also bared his teeth and smiled.
"When fighting in the West, you can use your hands and feet freely! You can also trick those hypocritical guys in the West. It's fun!"
Di Jiang exchanged glances with other Ancestral Witch, and finally looked at Qingxuan and Houtu.
Qingxuan pondered for a moment and nodded.
"Yes. But this battle has nothing to do with grudges, it's just to break the situation."
Di Jun took a deep look at Qingxuan and said with a cup of his hands.
"Thank you, Immortal Lord! After this battle, regardless of victory or defeat, the old grievances between the lich and the lich will be wiped out... Of course, if we all die, the grievances will naturally disappear."
So a conspiracy related to the future pattern of Primordial World was quietly accomplished in the depths of Netherworld Underworld.
The figure of Demon Emperor Dijun quietly left, and the underworld returned to "peace".
The clarion call for the decisive battle will soon be sounded in Western Land in a way that is beyond everyone's expectations.