Di Jun was so proud. Although he was seriously injured and now lacked the strength to stand, he did not want to show weakness and be looked down upon by others. Di Jun pushed Bai Ze away who was blocking his eyes, stumbled out of the encirclement, and returned.

Looking over his shoulder, he looked at the Nine Demon Commanders and yelled, "What are you doing? I'm not dead yet, I don't need your protection!"

The nine demon commanders kindly protected Di Jun, but they scolded him in return. He couldn't express his grievances. Di Jun looked at the nine demon commanders and saw that all of them were covered with scars, more or less, as serious as a ghost car.

The entire right arm was drooping and unable to be dragged. It was obvious that the right hand was probably going to be completely disabled.

Emperor Jun felt sour in his heart, remembering that he had led hundreds of thousands of demon clan soldiers to seek misfortune on the human race, and he was so heroic. He never expected that the human race was not destroyed, but the demon clan people were killed and injured. After this battle, the demon clan has regained its strength.

Seriously injured, no matter how much weaker the Heavenly Clan is, how can we compete with the Witch Clan in the future? Oh my God, is it really that our Demon Clan has exhausted its energy, so why should we be in such a catastrophic situation?

For the first time, Di Jun felt powerless from the bottom of his heart. He was worried about the future and the difficulty of the monster clan's future survival. This heavy courage was weighing heavily on his shoulders. In the past, Donghuang Taiyi shared the burden, but now Donghuang

Taiyi didn't know whether he was alive or dead, the fate of all the monsters was overwhelming him, and Emperor Jun was a little breathless.

Di Jun looked at the Witch Clan who was staring at him with eager eyes. His eyes were clearly filled with disdain, as if the Demon Clan had become a lamb to be slaughtered and could be ravaged by it at any time. Di Jun's blood surged, and he could not hold back the bad breath in his heart.

He came out, slashed the witch-slaying sword in the air a few times, gave him a ferocious look, staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Hahaha..." Di Jun suddenly laughed arrogantly. He looked like he was going crazy. The witch-slaying sword was slashing randomly in the air. His eyes were red, and he didn't know where he had fallen.

The black hair on his head was out of control and fluttering in the wind. "Come here, come here and see how I will deal with you!" Emperor Jun roared at the top of his lungs, but the smile on his face became thicker and thicker.

Twelve Ancestral Witches, look at me. I don’t understand what Di Jun is doing. Could it be that Di Jun really couldn’t stand the stimulation, his soul collapsed, and he fell into madness?

Cao Xiaolong looked at Di Jun doubtfully, his eyes opened, and the milky white light in the corners of his eyes disappeared again. Cao Xiaolong had clearly seen the soul in Di Jun's body. Di Jun's nerves were seriously injured, and he sat cross-legged in consciousness.

The sea, frantically mobilizing the power of heaven and earth to repair the injury, showed no signs of collapse.

"Are you pretending to be crazy? Or are there other reasons?" Cao Xiaolong is also confused now. Logically speaking, with Di Jun's cultivation, it is absolutely impossible for him to go crazy if he can't stand a little stimulation, not to mention that Di Jun's soul is now

He adjusted his breath in an orderly manner and repaired his physical wounds without showing any signs of collapse. So why was Di Jun behaving so abnormally at this time?

Zhu Rong was annoyed with Di Jun. Seeing that Di Jun suddenly went crazy, he was not surprised but happy. He suddenly raised his feet and rushed to Di Jun's body. The fire of the ancestral witch in his palm came out of his body and attacked Di Jun.

Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, although Zhu Rong is reckless but not really stupid, how could he miss the great opportunity to eliminate Emperor Jun in front of him? This kind of opportunity is rare in thousands of years, and if it is lost, it will never happen again.

"Whether you are really crazy or pretending to be crazy, you must die for me!!!!" Zhu Rong laughed loudly, with two fire snakes trembling at the base of his ears as if he were extremely excited.

Emperor Jun turned a blind eye to Zhu Rong's attack. There was only endless madness and confusion in his eyes, and he could not dodge. The nine demon commanders did not expect that Zhu Rong, the great ancestral wizard, would be so humble as to attack in such a situation. When they understood

The rescuers were not in a hurry when they came over. Seeing that the ruler of heaven, a powerful figure of a generation, and the backer of the demon clan was about to be devoured by the fire of the ancestral witches, they couldn't help but shout in unison, "Emperor, be careful!"

Emperor Jun's blurred eyes suddenly flashed with a trace of clarity, which was then replaced by crimson. Instead of dodging, he opened his arms to greet the Empress of the Ancestral Witch.

"Does he want to die? Or does he want to play some tricks?" A trace of doubt flashed in the corner of Zhu Rong's eyes, doubting that Di Jun would not be stupid enough to seek death, but a greater victory was right in front of him, and he was not willing to give up.

The fire of the ancestral witch burned more and more fiercely. It spread across the sky and the ground like a long fire dragon. It rushed towards Emperor Jun with its fangs and claws. Seeing that Emperor Jun was about to be buried in the sea of ​​fire, Zhu Rong's face already showed a smile of victory.

"Alas...why are you doing this?" A clear sigh suddenly came to mind between heaven and earth, as pleasant as the oriole's cry in the valley. Then boundless pressure fell from the sky, and a dark green light stopped the ancestor who was about to burn Emperor Jun.

The witch's fire was blocked by the dark green light. No matter how Zhu Rong continued to increase his true energy, he could never get close to Di Jun's body.

"Nu Wa?" Cao Xiaolong's body trembled, knowing that Nu Wa could not help but take action.

The main reason why Cao Xiaolong asked the human race to withdraw from this war was that he did not want the human race to be involved in the war between the lich and the lich, so that it could have a longer time to recuperate. The second reason was that he did not dare to really push the demon clan to a dead end and offend the women.

Wa takes action.

You must know that Nuwa became a saint by virtue of the merits of creating a human being, rather than by beheading three corpses to become a saint. Saints and saints can never escape the word "human". They have thoughts, desires, feelings, want to save face, and have murderous intentions. Female

Wa even

After becoming a saint, he jumped out of the cycle of life and death and was immortal. However, the demon clan was the root of Nuwa. The two clans would kill each other on weekdays, and if the foundation of the demon clan was not harmed, Nuwa would just turn a blind eye and turn a blind eye.

One eye.

But if the Monster Clan is really going to be exterminated, how could Nuwa continue to sit back and watch? The Monster Clan is Nuwa’s origin, which is commonly known as her natal family. Her natal family can tolerate being bullied. If her natal family is bullied,

How can Nuwa sit still when people are slaughtered?

"Which cowardly person is playing tricks here, get out of here!" Zhu Rong roared angrily, angrily raised his casserole-sized fist, and punched the dark green light wall one after another.

Cao Xiaolong couldn't help but let out a breath, and almost choked to death because of Zhu Rong's words. He called Nu Wa a cowardless person, and dared to pretend to be me in front of Nu Wa? Zhu Rong is the well-deserved number one, and his courage is commendable.

It's worthy of praise! But what about the result? Hehe... You're so lucky! Cao Xiaolong can almost predict the situation when Nuwa is furious, and Zhu Rong can bear it.

"Presumptuous!! Zhu Rong, you are so brave!!" A huge and pretty hand appeared suddenly, grabbed Zhu Rong from the sky and covered the earth, squeezed hard and then flicked Zhu Rong straight away.

He spun around in the air and finally fell to the ground.

The clouds in the sky split on both sides, and boundless rays of light came down, with thousands of auspicious colors. Saint Nuwa had a golden wheel of merit on her head, with golden phoenixes at her side, and she arrived in a phoenix chariot.

Saint Nuwa appeared with such grandeur, the golden wheel of merit above her head shone so brightly that it suppressed the light of the sun.

Nuwa glanced at the scarred demon clan with pity, pointed a finger, and the demon clan's injuries were all restored, and then looked at everyone in the Wu clan with an angry look.

When the saint appeared, Cao Xiaolong and the ancestral witches came forward to pay their respects, shouting: "Greetings to the saint Nuwa!"

Nuwa turned her body sideways and did not accept this gift. She said: "The ancestral witches have forced the demon clan into such a situation. Although Nuwa is a saint of the demon clan, she does not dare to accept this gift from you." Nuwa looked at Cao again.

Xiaolong, the anger on his face calmed down a little, his eyes

It was rare for him to show some tenderness and said: "It's been a long time since I saw you, Taoist friends of Qiankun. When I first became a saint, I invited you to a gathering at the Nuwa Dojo outside the Thirty-three Heavens. I've been waiting for many days, but why haven't I seen you yet?"

The figure makes Nuwa wait for a while!"

Cao Xiaolong smiled. Hearing Nuwa's ambiguous words in front of a large audience, even Cao Xiaolong, no matter how thick-skinned he was, couldn't bear it. He said: "It's Xiaodao's fault for keeping the saint waiting for so long. It's just that I've been busy taking care of the human race. It's really...

I can’t get out! During this period, the conflict between humans and monsters has caused huge conflicts. I am exhausted and have no time. I hope the saint will not blame me!"

Nuwa smiled understandingly, she was so charming, and Cao Xiaolong was stunned for a moment. Nuwa kissed her lips and said: "Fellow Taoist has met someone else. Without the power of fellow Taoist in the past, where would Nuwa be?"

Don’t do anything about sanctification in the future.

Calling me a saint again seems too harsh. Taoist friends also have great origins and great cultivation. They may cultivate higher than Nuwa in the future. How can Nuwa dare to be arrogant? From now on, we will still be commensurate with Taoist friends.

Just make friends with your peers."

Cao Xiaolong nodded, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Although this Nuwa is now a high-ranking saint, she finally understands the basics and has not forgotten her roots. Cao Xiaolong is the master of Hongjun and the master of heaven. Strictly speaking, Nuwa saw Cao Xiaolong.

He also had to call him "Master" and ask Cao Xiaolong to grovel every time he saw the saint. Cao Xiaolong really couldn't do it.

However, due to various current restrictions, Cao Xiaolong has to keep a low profile and does not dare to be too public, so he will only slightly salute when he sees a saint. If Cao Xiaolong's temperament is true, not to mention saints, even if it is the way of heaven, Cao Xiaolong will not do it.

Take it into consideration. Now that Nuwa has recognized her and offered to have a friendship as equals, there is no reason for Cao Xiaolong to refuse.

Cao Xiaolong laughed loudly and said: "Since Taoist friends have surrendered at all costs, Xiaodao has become disrespectful."

Nuwa nodded repeatedly, with a proud smile on her face, and said: "That's how it should be!"

As soon as Saint Nuwa appeared, she greatly suppressed the arrogance of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Although the Twelve Ancestral Witches were not afraid of Nuwa in their hearts, their strength was so great that they could not help but be dishonest.

Zhu Rong got up from the ground, spit out a mouthful of dirt, and flew to the side of the ancestral witches in a state of embarrassment, not daring to interrupt. At this time, Saint Nuwa personally came forward and punished Zhu Rong as soon as he came on stage. Although there was no

It was a pain in the neck, but this cultivation allowed Zhu Rong to understand the gap and understand that the situation was serious. He did not dare to talk nonsense anymore and left everything to Di Jiang to handle.

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Chapter completed!