The Great Desolation: The Strongest Man Who Came Out of Hongmeng

Zhou Xian'er walked out of the cave, lay on Daocang's lap, and muttered, "I don't know, I just feel in a bad mood, and I always feel that something bad is going to happen."

Hearing this, Dao Cang and Ming Xi looked at each other and knew what was going on.

"The Ten Golden Crows are born..."

Dao Cang sighed softly and said slowly.

"She is Buzhou Shanling after all."

Daoist Mingxi looked at Zhou Xian'er with a bit of pity in his eyes.

The catastrophe is about to begin, and the lich will be destroyed.

Zhou Xian'er was originally a mountain spirit of Bu Zhou, and was worshipped by countless witches.

The birth of the Ten Great Golden Crows means that catastrophe will begin.

The top ten golden crows descended on the earth and burned the Wu tribe.

Kuafu chased the sun and was burnt to death by the divine fire. Dayi shot and killed nine golden crows with the divine bow.

Di Jun was furious and launched the final battle.

This battle is also the life and death battle of the Lich.

Emperor Jun Taiyi fell, and the twelve ancestor witches, except for Houtu, were not spared.

There were only a handful of the incomparably huge Wu clan left, with countless casualties, and the blood of the Wu clan was flowing into rivers.

In this situation, Zhou Xian'er, as the Buzhou Mountain Spirit worshipped by the Wu tribe, is obviously unacceptable.

But Daocang didn't tell her the truth.

"Then you should stay by the master's side. Don't be in the realm recently."

"When the time comes, I will take you to play in the long river of time, and see the past and the future?"

Dao Cang touched Zhou Xian'er's little head and said with a smile.

"Alright."

"Master, don't I need to practice?"

Zhou Xian'er's eyes lit up and she asked back.

"You don't want to prove Dao Primordial?"

Dao Cang chuckled lightly and said casually.

"I have a master, who dares to bully me?"

Zhou Xian'er smiled and explained.

"Little slicker."

Dao Cang shook his head helplessly, and did not force Zhou Xian'er to practice.

As for sanctification, do whatever you want.

Then Dao Cang turned his gaze to the land of the human race.

The human race now is much stronger than before.

However, the human race is very hostile to the demon race. Once the lich starts a war, it will definitely help the witch race in order to avenge the slaughter of the past.

"Nvwa..."

Dao Cang's eyes flashed brightly, and Nu Wa's chance to prove Dao's Primordial Primordial is almost there.

Although he planned to arrange Zhen Yuanzi to be a saint of humanity, but Zhen Yuanzi could not become an existence like Houtu who controlled the tunnel, but could only be a saint like Styx.

The only person who truly controls humanity is Nuwa.

Because the human race was originally created by Nuwa.

Just as the back earth created the underworld.

If it weren't for this, Dao Cang wouldn't let Nu Wa disperse the sage and the dao fruit.

If Nu Wa was always under the control of Heaven, there would be no chance for humanity to truly rise.

However, if the human race assists the witch race to deal with the demon race, Nuwa should not participate in the war again.

In order to prevent the human race from being slaughtered, she only took action.

After all, she used to be one of the four emperors of the demon clan. Even if she is now separated from the demon clan, Di Jun didn't say anything and just acquiesced.

Therefore, Nu Wa will not take action against the demon clan.

In fact, Nu Wa is no longer a saint, so it doesn't make much sense to take action.

"The aura of robbery has become extremely strong."

Dao Cang's eyes were deep, penetrating the endless void, and looking at today's prehistoric world.

Anyone who is robbed will be affected by this evil spirit.

Right now, in the prehistoric times, only the demon clan and the witch clan are confronting each other.

The human race can only be considered to survive in the cracks.

The Lich is not destroyed, and the human race has no chance to rise, let alone the rise of humanity.

At this time, above the earth, the demon clan did not have the intention to deal with the witch clan for the time being.

Di Jun did his best to cultivate ten big golden crows.

And also put ten large and small golden crows in the soup valley and let them practice on the hibiscus tree.

With the heels and feet of these ten Little Golden Crows, it is entirely possible to prove the Primordial Dao in the future.

Therefore, Di Jun specially set up a large formation to prevent the ten Little Golden Crows from going out at will.

The more important thing is to prevent someone from entering the big formation and hurting a few little golden crows.

With Di Jun's current cultivation base as a saint of Hunyuan, even if he is a saint, don't even think about entering it silently.

But if several saints join forces, it will be different.

In the Zixiao Palace, Taoist Hongjun summoned several of his own disciples.

"Disciple pays respects to Master."

Under the high platform, Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian, Jieyin, Zhunti, five sages of Heavenly Dao gathered together.

"Master, call the disciples to come, but for the sake of the lich?"

Lao Tzu looked at Daoist Hongjun, his eyes full of deep meaning, and asked.

"Exactly, the million-year deadline has come, the catastrophe is approaching, the lich should have fought, but because of the appearance of ten little golden crows, a little change has occurred."

Daoist Hongjun nodded and said slowly.

"That's why I'm calling you here this time for this."

Daoist Hongjun looked at a few disciples and didn't finish his sentence.

The five heavenly saints looked at each other.

Although Hongjun didn't say it clearly, they all knew what Hongjun meant.

This clearly is to let them provoke the struggle between the lich.

This is a huge cause.

Especially now that there are Primordial Saints sitting among the Liches.

A little careless is to face the anger of several Primordial Saints.

In this case, even the saint of heaven will be damaged.

"Master, the disciple has always practiced the way of inaction. I would like to help the master, but directly intervening is contrary to the disciple's heart."

Lao Tzu's eyes were deep, and he picked himself up immediately.

Yuan Shi glanced at Lao Tzu, his heart moved, and then he said: "Master, this disciple has always disliked these people with hair and horns. The disciple, like the elder brother, does not want to interact with these beasts."

Tong Tian stared blankly at the two senior brothers, secretly amazed in his heart.

My two senior brothers are really first-class in taking responsibility.

Tongtian thought carefully about what reason he should use to refuse.

But after thinking about it for a long time, there seems to be no reason to refuse.

"Tongtian, do you want to say that there are also demon disciples in your interception, and you don't want to violate the morality in your heart?"

Daoist Hongjun looked at Tongtian and suddenly said.

"Master's Mingjian, this is exactly what this disciple means."

Tongtian was overjoyed and immediately picked up the conversation, secretly grateful in his heart.

After all, Tongtian was Hongjun's most painful disciple, so he obviously wasn't going to let Tongtian go into this muddy water.

Sanqing refused.

Hongjun and the others all turned their attention to Jie Yin and Zhun Ti, and their eyes were meaningful.

The meaning is obvious.

Sanqing did not go, and it was even more impossible for the master Hongjun to do it himself.

In this way, it can only be one of the reception and the quasi mention.

"Master, can we... can we not go?"

Jie Yin and Zhun Ti said helplessly with a bitter face.