All Heavens, Space and Ten Thousand Realms

Chapter 325 Today's Cause, Tomorrow's Fruit

"Come on, bring the Wu Clan up."

Di Jun ordered, and soon a Wu clan was tied up by Lingbao and brought up. After entering the hall, this Wu clan was still cursing, not caring about life and death at all.

"Humph!"

The craftsman sneered, took the witch-slaying sword, and poked it directly.

puff!

With the trembling of the refiner, the witch-slaying sword directly penetrated into the flesh and blood of the witch-clan, and the soul and strange power on the witch-slaying sword penetrated into the body of the witch-clan.

The Wu clan was seriously injured in an instant, and fell to the ground and howled.

"it is good!"

There was a light in Di Jun's eyes.

The strength of this witch clan is not weak, it is second only to the strongest witch, and it can be regarded as a master among the witch clan.

"Is this treasure useful to Zuwu?"

The Demon Emperor Tai opened his mouth to ask.

The refiner's face was slightly embarrassed when he heard this, and he could only say:
"Reporting to the Demon Emperor, if the witch-slaying sword is used according to the current method, it can only cause fatal damage to the big witch. If the big witch is used, the effect will be much weaker. As for the ancestor witch, it should have no effect."

Too nodded.

There is no way, it is impossible to be so tricky, you can use this treasure to deal with the great witch and the ancestor witch.

The big witch is a master of the ordinary Da Luo Jinxian level.

Can injure a great witch, this witch-slaying sword is already extraordinary.

"Give me an order to refine the witch-slaying sword from today." Di Jun said coldly.

The people of the monster clan under him are excited and encouraged.

Over the years, the monster race swallowed humans as blood food and continued to grow, but these things were done quietly in private.

Because the human race was created by Empress Nuwa, a sage of the monster race, if they really wanted to kill them wantonly, wouldn't that offend Empress Nuwa.

Now that the demon emperor has given the order, there is no problem.

In the Lingxiao Palace, countless monster clans were excited and encouraged, thinking about how much the number of monster generals under them would increase.

At this moment, Fuxi beside him asked:
"Everyone, this human race was created by my sister. If the killing passes the trial, it will cause great loss of luck. Lord Demon Emperor, let's keep some blessings!"

When Di Jun heard this, he was slightly stunned.

As the emperor of the monster clan, the emperor has become more and more unfathomable in recent years. Although he is not sanctified by beheading three corpses, as the emperor of the monster clan himself, he is taking the route of luck and sanctification. Dao, the strength is not weaker than Sanqing and others.

It is precisely because of this that Di Jun has extraordinary insights.

A throbbing in the bottom of my heart appeared after Fuxi said this.

"In this case, people of the human race, take seven out of ten, and leave some incense!" Di Jun said again.

As soon as these words fell, an incomparably mysterious cause and effect appeared.

Seeing this scene, Fuxi nodded slightly, and stopped talking.

The Lich should be destroyed, and the human race should be prosperous. This is a fateful event. Now that Fuxi speaks for the human race, it is leaving a trace of cause and effect, a trace of chance.

Fuxi will be reborn in the future, there should be a chance.

In addition, the Yaozu will also leave some blood and pass it on.

Otherwise, if the human race is to be exterminated today, then the human race will exterminate the monster race in the future.

……

Wild land.

Ancestral Witch Hall.

In recent years, there have been more and more cases where the Wu Clan and the Human Clan are mixed. The Wu Clan is born with a small number of people, while the Human Clan is just the opposite. They reproduce quickly, but their bodies are weak.

The blending of the human race and the witch race also caused many great witches to have opinions.

"My witch clan inherits the legacy of the ancient great god Pangu, so I don't need human blood. Besides, after inheriting the human blood, my body is weak, and it is very difficult to become a great witch."

Zuwu Xuanming spoke.

In the extreme north, Xuanming does not allow the human race and the witch race to communicate, and Xuanming's attitude towards the human race is also relatively bad.

Zu Wujumang also agreed with this opinion:
"The number of my Wu Clan is too small. If it goes on like this, I'm afraid it won't take long for the Wu Clan to become a member of the Human Clan. How can it be passed on?"

There is nothing wrong with this kind of thinking.

There are some reasons why the Wu Clan has been passed down for so long.

Most of the witch clan, as long as they grow up normally, can become great witches, but this time is a bit long.

The Wu clan inherited Pangu's bloodline, and their physical strength was tyrannical, few people could compare with it.

But the bloodline of the human-shaman fusion is not like this, and it is slightly weaker physically.

"It doesn't have to be like this, the luck of the human race is long, and it may not be a bad thing for the Wu clan to get the blood of the human race."

Zuwu Houtu spoke.

Houtu is the only woman among the twelve ancestor witches, and her strength is also first-class among the ancestor witches.

The earth contains all things, omnipotent.

As soon as Houtu spoke, the other ancestral witches all acquiesced to the matter.

The coexistence of human race and witch race has also become a trend in most places.

It's just that after leaving the ancestral witch's hall, the ancestral witch's queen stepped on the ground, walked hundreds of thousands of miles in one step, and walked in the wild.

In the prehistoric world, there were endless killings.

In the past, countless innate beings died, and there were countless souls wandering between the heaven and the earth. Some souls absorbed the innate aura and turned into ghost cultivators.

But most of the souls have entered the Netherland.

And now after the establishment of the human race, the situation is even worse.

The soul of the human race is very special, it is not the primordial spirit, but the three souls and seven souls, there is some mystery in it.

This kind of good fortune is mysterious, and Houtu is very curious.

With the prosperity of the human race, more and more human races were killed and injured, and even later, the monster race slaughtered the human race, which caused countless disputes.

The flame of hatred was buried.

In addition, there are more and more souls with nowhere to return between the heavens and the earth. Most of the souls of the human race are wandering, walking towards the nether world unconsciously.

Seeing this situation, Houtu felt a throbbing in his heart, and walked towards the Netherland.

Nether Sea of ​​Blood.

The bottom of the prehistoric continent.

When Houtu came to this place, he saw hundreds of millions of human souls in his veins howling in the sea of ​​blood, enduring countless sufferings and tortures, but could not escape.

The mystical good fortune of the entire Great Desolate Continent seems to have stopped here.

"How should this be done?"

Hou Tu murmured in a low voice, sitting in the sea of ​​blood.

The endless sea of ​​blood and evil spirit rushed towards his face, but they were dispelled before he got close.

Houtu's strength is stronger than that of ordinary quasi-sages. He is a congenital god of the earth, and his fortune is mysterious, so he rarely meets an opponent.

Sitting at this end is 300 years old.

The monster clan slaughtered endlessly, and the souls of the human race were also increasing. Many souls were incomplete, and part of them were extracted by the monster clan to refine the witch-slaying sword.

Seeing this scene, Hou Tu felt even more compassionate.

Abbot Xianshan.

Suddenly, Ming Yang's heart moved, and with a wave of his hand, he called his disciple Bai Man.

"teacher!"

Bai Man saw Ming Yang and bowed down.

Ming Yang nodded slightly, and said:
"You are my disciple. Here is a chance for you to do it. You have worked hard for hundreds of millions of years and have great merit. You are willing to go."

"The disciple is willing."

Although Bai Man didn't know what was going on, but since the teacher said it, it must not be too bad.

Ming Yang took Bai Man, left Abbot Xianshan, and came to Nether Blood Sea.

(End of this chapter)