Great Primordial: I, The Four-Legged Gold-Eating Beast, Swallow Karmic Merit

On the sky, Dao Ancestor Hongjun took a deep look at Di Jiang, Xuan Ming, the day after tomorrow, his eyes seemed to have deep meaning, and then he said.

"Trouble occurred in the Witch Clan Demon Race, causing the Great Primordial to be devastated and filled with evil spirits.

From today on, Demon Race controls the sky and Witch Clan controls the land. No more disputes! "

"What!"

Hearing Dao Ancestor Hongjun's words, it's okay for Demon Race. After all, they were already at a disadvantage just now, and it's a good thing to be able to ensure that they won't be wiped out by the Witch Clan.

But looking at the Witch Clan, things are not optimistic.

If Hongjun hadn't intervened, the Demon Race might have been wiped out by the Witch Clan.

Witch Clan has always been straightforward and bold.

Among them, Ancestral Witch Zhu Rong of Fire has a particularly hot temper.

Even when facing Dao Ancestor Hongjun, he was not timid. He took one step forward and was ready to question Hongjun.

But before Zhu Rong could speak, Di Jiang stopped him.

"Brother, why are you stopping me?

What's going on? Why does Demon Race control half of the Great Primordial?

If he hadn't stopped him, Demon Race would have been wiped out long ago, at least in a single battle! "

Zhu Rong looked angry, with unwillingness in his eyes.

"Okay, stop talking."

Seeing that Zhu Rong still wanted to continue speaking, Di Jiang interrupted Zhu Rong with a wave of his hand.

Di Jiang looked at the corpses of the Witch Clan on the battlefield.

Although the Witch Clan is tyrannical and can consume itself, these Witch Clan's sons are really dead when they are dead.

Di Jiang believes that if he does not obey Hongjun's arrangements at this moment, his Witch Clan will definitely attack Hongjun with him and beat him upside down.

But then what?

What can you get?

The final result was that everything fell into Hongjun's hands.

Even if Hongjun is seriously injured, the opponent will not be seriously injured.

The people of Witch Clan are not afraid of death, but those who cannot die are worthless.

Di Jiang is not afraid of Hongjun, but he cannot let his Witch Clan people die in vain.

"In the final analysis, it's still not strong enough."

Di Jiang took a deep look at Hongjun in the air and thought to himself.

Houtu and Xuan Ming on the side also reacted, understood Di Jiang's thoughts, and stepped forward to stop Zhu Rong.

"Zhu Rong, listen to big brother.

This war has come to an end, and the Witch Clan has suffered many casualties. "

"That's right.

Demon Race has learned a lesson this time.

That's it for now, the future is long, don't mess around. "

Each Ancestral Witch moved forward to persuade Zhu Rong.

Zhu Rong had no choice but to retreat and obey Di Jiang's arrangements.

With Hongjun blocking them, Witch Clan and Demon Race can no longer continue their attacks.

Di Jiang looked at Emperor Jun in the distance, snorted coldly, and said nothing else.

"Hmph, let me wait for a while longer. When the Witch Clan's strength increases, don't be afraid that when the Saint arrives, your Demon Race will be destroyed."

With Zhou Yuan here, Di Jiang has such confidence.

"Take the corpse of the Witch Clan son and return to the tribe!"

Di Jiang waved his hand, and everyone in the Witch Clan returned to their respective tribes without hesitation.

The remaining Demon Race looked at the Witch Clan's leaving figures with lingering fears.

In the end, I didn't stay any longer.

I thought it would be an earth-shattering battle, but in the end it ended so anticlimactically.

On the Great Primordial, all the powerful people who were watching felt bored when they saw that the matter had come to an end.

"I really didn't expect that Dao Ancestor Hongjun would interfere in this matter."

"No, if it weren't for Dao Ancestor Hongjun, the Witch Clan would probably take control of the entire Great Primordial this time and become the real protagonist of the world."

"No one expected what happened this time."

"Witch Clan doesn't have a primordial spirit, but it can possess so much Karmic Merit power. I don't know where this Karmic Merit comes from."

In addition to discussing this war, the powerful people on the Great Primordial are even more curious about where did the Witch Clan obtain so much Karmic Merit?

It can be said that in this war, if it were not for those Karmic Merit, it is hard to say who would win in the fight between Demon Race and Witch Clan.

On the way, a group of Ancestral Witches led the Witch Clan of their respective tribes back to their own tribes.

As soon as he returned to the tribe, Houtu hurriedly found Xuan Ming and entrusted the tribe to Xuan Ming.

"Sister, the little guy is still at Nuwa Daoist Friend's place. Please take care of it for me. I'll be right back."

It was about Zhou Yuan, so Xuan Ming naturally didn't dare to be careless and nodded in agreement.

In the Mt. Buzhoushan ashram, Nuwa sensed Houtu's aura and walked to the door of the ashram with a smile.

"Houtu Daoist Friend, I knew you would come."

Nuwa stood in front of the door, looking at Houtu and said.

"Nuwa Daoist Friend, you're welcome. I've got a lot of work for you these days."

Houtu was not in high spirits.

It makes sense, the Witch Clan had just experienced a great battle, and the Witch Clan suffered many casualties.

Houtu has a character that doesn't like fighting, so it's weird when he's happy.

Nuwa also knew Houtu's thoughts and shook his head, not knowing how to feel relieved for a moment.

"Let's sit down and talk, Houtu Daoist Friend."

Houtu nodded and then realized that the two of them had been talking for so long and were still standing outside the dojo.

"Okay, let's bother Nuwa Daoist Friend over there."

Houtu nodded and walked into the dojo.

In front of the stone table, there was a pile of spiritual fruits placed in front of them. Zhou Yuan picked them up from left to right, looked at Houtu, and then at Nuwa.

The two of them went out, why did the atmosphere become so low?

As soon as he sat down, Houtu spoke.

"Nuwa Daoist Friend, why do you think the Witch Clan and Demon Race are so bloodthirsty and warlike?

This time I went to support the Witch Clan. Although the Great Primordial said it, people who are not from my clan would have different opinions.

But I couldn't bear the loss of so many creatures on the battlefield. "

Even though he was a member of the Witch Clan, Houtu still felt uncomfortable seeing so many lives lost.

Nuwa heard Houtu's words, but didn't know what to say, so she could only comfort herself.

"Houtu Daoist Friend, this matter is not something you and I can decide.

The Witch Clan and the Demon Race both want to compete with the Great Primordial, and the two clans are in conflict.

It has been a long time, and conflicts are naturally unavoidable. Three feet of ice cannot be frozen in a day.

But fortunately, Dao Ancestor has established rules now, so maybe something like this won't happen again in the future. "

Nuwa spoke in relief.

On the table, Zhou Yuan was eating spiritual fruit. When he heard Nuwa's words, he rolled his eyes and couldn't help complaining.

"It's a good idea. The battle between Witch Clan and Demon Race is not something you can decide at all.

Witches & Demons Tribulation of Reckoning is the general trend.

From that moment on, the plan was calculated, what could the witch palm, the earth, the demon palm and the sky say?

The fight between the two tribes was almost like a hot kiln, making them look at each other like this but unable to make a move.

Can this happen? "

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