Demon Clan, Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
"Thank you very much!"
"I am very happy that you can stay."
"In this battle, I, Demon Clan, suffered heavy losses, and I feel very sad."
His eyes swept across the Demon Clan senior management present, Di Jun opened his mouth and stopped abruptly.
For a moment, Di Jun didn't know what to do next and how to properly arrange the people who stayed in the Demon Clan.
"Witch Clan is Pangu's Orthodox Lineage after all. From the moment we chose to follow His Majesty and compete with the Witch Clan for the supremacy of heaven and earth, we thought about dying."
"Your Majesty, you have tried your best in everything in the past. There is no need to be so harsh on yourself."
"Yes, Your Majesty, the result of Lich Tribulation is the general trend. Not even Sage can change it, let alone us?"
"Besides, Your Majesty dispersed Demon Race Fortune and retained Demon Clan's full strength."
"Although we can no longer compete for the hegemony of heaven and earth, who dares to provoke us Demon Clan?"
"Prehistoric World hundreds of people are drowned in Ferocious Beast Tribulation, with Prehistoric World Ten Thousand Races."
"Lich Tribulation, Prehistoric World Ten Thousand Races How many races have been exterminated?"
"Demon Clan can still be preserved intact, thanks to your majesty's wise decision!"
Listening to Di Jun's guilty words, Baize waited for Ten Great Demon Sages to comfort me with your words.
"Brother Emperor, Baize they are right."
"Demon Clan hasn't completely fallen yet!"
"When Demon Clan was first established, how weak was it? We have overcome the difficulties and made it to today."
"The current Demon Clan is definitely a thousand times stronger than when Demon Clan was first established. Are you still afraid of starting over?"
Staring at Di Jun with burning eyes, Eastern Emperor Taiyi persuaded in a deep voice.
"Alas!"
"Why don't I know the truth you are talking about?"
"But for a while, it was difficult to cross the threshold in my heart."
"But don't worry, I won't mess up the overall situation of the Demon Clan because of my own emotions."
"It's just that now Demon Clan has withdrawn from the struggle for hegemony between heaven and earth, and has been divided among the saints."
"Prehistoric World The world is so vast, but I can't think of any place where I, Demon Clan, can stand."
With a sigh, Di Jun shook his head and spoke, feeling lost.
The earth is divided between Ten Thousand Races and the Saint Human Teaching faction, and Demon Clan cannot tolerate a share of the pie.
Four Seas is occupied by Human Race and Dragon Clan, and Demon Clan cannot be allowed to intervene.
Thirty-three Heavens alone is not enough to carry the future of all Demon Clan creatures.
"Actually, Your Majesty, it would be a good thing for the saints to divide me Demon Clan."
"There are not so many Demon Clan, and the resources produced by Thirty-three Heavens can be sustained for a while as long as they are used sparingly."
"As long as I find a way to break the situation during this period, I, Demon Clan, will still have hope."
With eyes as bright as a torch, Demon Master Kunpeng suggested in a deep voice to Di Jun.
" What Demon Master said is true, go ahead."
Nodding, Di Jun agreed to Kunpeng's proposal and waved his hand.
Afterwards, Demon Clan blocked the entry and exit channels of Thirty-three Heavens, disappeared, and attempted to make a comeback.
Prehistoric World The Earth.
Witch and Demon Clans divides the world, and Ten Thousand Races's living space is squeezed.
Now, Witch and Demon Clans has withdrawn from the struggle for hegemony between heaven and earth, and the vacant territory has become a favorite in the eyes of Ten Thousand Races.
But before Ten Thousand Races could take action, Six Sages of the Profound Gate took action first.
Even Nuwa couldn't help but step down from the Wa Huang Palace and want to establish the throne of Human Dao.
After all, there is no more Human Race Destiny, and no more Demon Race Fortune.
If Nuwa sits there with the Wa Huang Palace, where will the luck come from to continue practicing?
But soon Six Sages of the Profound Gate discovered that they could not share the fortune of heaven and earth after Witch and Demon Clans retired.
Because Human Race is powerful enough to be born early and take over the fate left by Witch and Demon Clans between heaven and earth.
Anyone who wants to share their luck must either destroy Human Race, or they can only cooperate with Human Race.
Human Dao, Netherworld.
Having made the decision, Twelve Ancestral Witches no longer hesitates.
Without hesitation, they gave up everything they had on the earth. Witch Clan all joined Netherworld and were blessed by Houtu.
Demon Clan was divided by Six Sages of the Profound Gate, but Witch Clan was not.
Houtu is no longer a witch, but because of Human Emperor Huang Tian's help, Houtu retains his feelings for the Witch Clan, and naturally takes special care of the Witch Clan.
"Brothers and sisters, please listen to me."
Before Dijiang could speak, Zhujiuyin stood up first and spoke with a solemn expression.
Twelve Ancestral Witches all looked at Zhujiuyin, wondering why he was so solemn.
Witch Clan withdrew from the struggle for hegemony between heaven and earth and fled to Netherworld with his tail between his legs to seek the blessing of his little sister Houtu.
Is there anything worse than this?
"I once said that I have glimpsed a corner of my future destiny several times."
"At least hundreds of times, there is a result that is highly coincident, which means it is an irreversible trend."
"That was the Wu and Yao war, and Witch and Demon Clans died together."
"There was no invasion from all realms, but Heavenly Pillar still collapsed, and it was our Witch Clan's doing."
Taking a deep breath, Zhujiuyin said solemnly.
"Second brother, what exactly are you going to say?"
Staring at Zhujiuyin with frowning eyebrows, Dijiang asked in confusion.
"What I want to say is, brothers and sisters, there is no need to be so pessimistic."
"At least compared to the future I have glimpsed, our current results at the Witch Clan are already the best."
"Even if I can only hide in Netherworld for the time being and be protected by my little sister, I, Witch Clan, have retained all my strength."
"We may not be able to make a comeback in the future!"
Without hesitation, Zhujiuyin said in a deep voice.
"Second brother is right!"
"Second brother is right!"
Twelve Ancestral Witches, who originally looked depressed, became determined because of Zhujiuyin's words.
Yes, they are Pangu's Orthodox Lineage, and their indomitable will is their way of cultivating Daoism.
Witch Clan did not exterminate the race, it was just a temporary concession.
"When will the opportunity mentioned by my second brother come?"
After regaining his fighting spirit, Dijiang couldn't help but ask Zhujiuyin.
The other Ancestral Witch also stared at Zhujiuyin with burning eyes.
"I don't know."
"But I know that when Daoist Fellow Huangtian comes, it may be an opportunity for my Wu Clan."
Shaking his head, Zhujiuyin said uncertainly.
"Why does my Witch Clan chance come to my imperial friend Heavenly Dao?"
"Emperor Heavenly Dao friend is, after all, the emperor of Human Race."
Frowning, Dijiang asked in confusion.
"I don't know, this is the future I saw."
Shaking his head, Zhujiuyin replied.
Hearing this, Twelve Ancestral Witches looked at each other and no longer hesitated.
After that, Witch Clan went silent, patiently surviving on Netherworld, waiting for opportunities brought by Huang Tian.
If Witch Clan someone can prove Hunyuan Daluo, that will be the day when Witch Clan will be re-appeared.
At that time, the world will be boiling because of the Witch Clan!
Twelve Ancestral Witches, full of expectations!
Chaos, Zixiao Palace.
After Dao-Devil War, Hongjun became enlightened and became the first Heavenly Dao Saint in the world.
After that, three thousand guests gathered in Zixiao Palace and preached three times, spreading the light of immortality.
Six Sages of the Profound Gate, It has been endless years since I returned to Zixiao Palace.
Now that he is back, Six Sages of the Profound Gate feels the power of Hongjun even more.
"I've met the teacher!"
Without daring to hesitate, Six Sages of the Profound Gate saluted Hongjun respectfully.
"Sit."
Six futons condensed in his raised hand, and Hongjun ordered with a calm expression.
Six Sages of the Profound Gate are all seated on futons, it still feels like back then.
Six Sages of the Profound Gate looked at Dao Ancestor Hongjun religiously, waiting for something.