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

Demon Race Eastern Emperor Taiyi issued an edict to the Great Primordial and declared war on the Witch Clan. All the monks in the entire Great Primordial continent knew about this, and the Witch Clan was naturally no exception.

The war is about to begin, and the two tribes are also making intensive preparations.

At the junction of the Great Primordial continent and the Zhoutian stars, the Witch Clan Demon Race soldiers gathered together, and billions of creatures gathered together. The originally vast Great Primordial land and the Zhoutian stars now seemed a bit crowded.

This scene naturally attracted countless eyes from Great Primordial.

On Mt. Buzhoushan, Nuwa stood in front of the gate of the dojo, frowning slightly.

He raised his head and looked through the illusion to the junction of stars in the sky.

"I don't know how many lives will die here this time."

A trace of unbearability flashed in Nuwa's eyes.

Suddenly, the chubby body of Zhou Yuan, who was sleeping soundly in his arms, moved.

Nuwa was surprised. He looked down and saw that the little beast that was sleeping in his arms had opened its eyes dimly, looking confused.

Struggling to stand up.

But because his body was too soft, he couldn't succeed, so he lay back in his arms again. His chubby little face seemed to be a little depressed because of this.

This cute look immediately made Nuwa laugh.

"Little guy, are you awake?" Nuwa said softly.

Zhou Yuan shook his head, looked up, and then glanced around again.

"What, what are you looking for? Looking for Houtu Daoist Friend?"

Seeing Zhou Yuan looking around, Nuwa thought Zhou Yuan was looking for Houtu and said, "Don't worry, little guy.

Houtu Daoist Friend she had left beforehand.

While you were sleeping, the Witch Clan and Demon Race went to war.

Houtu Daoist Friend, as an Ancestral Witch, naturally cannot stand idly by.

So I asked you to take care of you for a while. "

Nuwa rubbed Zhou Yuan's head, as if she was worried that Zhou Yuan was scared, and hugged Zhou Yuan a little tighter in her arms.

Zhou Yuan only felt a soft pillow behind his head.

Suddenly I miss animal milk...

"Ouch~"

"Are you still worried?

Well, let's take a look at what's going on there. "

I saw Nuwa's hands pinching the magic formula, and bursts of Power of Destiny came out from the fingertips. The next moment, they weaved into a picture in front of him.

What appears on the scroll is the scene of Witch Clan and Demon Race.

The two tribes did not take action immediately at this time. After all, they are the two top forces in the Great Primordial. The outcome of this battle involves too many things. Although they shouted loudly before, if they really want to take action now, they still need to be more cautious and not hasty. action.

“Look little one, it’s the Witch Clan and the Demon Race.

By the way, do you really understand? ” Nuwa couldn’t help but feel a little doubtful.

After all, looking at Zhou Yuan's appearance, he has just opened his spiritual wisdom.

Zhou Yuan rolled his eyes.

Is there something wrong with Nuwa’s understanding?

What's the use of watching the battlefield scene yourself?

He just screamed at her because he was hungry.

I don’t know how long I have been asleep, but I feel empty in my stomach.

Helpless, Zhou Yuan could only be more obvious and pointed towards Nuwa with his mouth open.

"Ouch~"

This time Nuwa finally understood.

"Look, I've completely forgotten about this.

You must be hungry after sleeping for so long. Come, sister, there are a lot of fruits here for you to eat. "

Nuwa waved his hand, and a large piece of spiritual fruit was placed in front of Zhou Yuan again.

This is right, the girl is very wise and the road is widened.

Zhou Yuan thought proudly.

Nuwa also put Zhou Yuan down and let him find food on his own.

After all, Zhou Yuan is a picky eater and doesn't know what he wants to eat.

Without Zhou Yuan in her arms, Nuwa focused on the scroll she had just knitted.

Although the Witch Clan and Demon Race haven't taken action yet, they can still feel the oppressive atmosphere even though they are hundreds of millions of miles apart.

Zhou Yuan held a spiritual fruit in his hand and took a look at it.

Looking at the confrontation between Witch Clan and Demon Race on the scroll, I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"What's the point of fighting and killing people? Fighting and fighting is not making wedding clothes for others."

Knowing that the Great Primordial will go to Zhou Yuan in the future, and knowing that neither the Witch Clan nor the Demon Race will ultimately become the protagonist of Heaven and Earth, this is a complete trap.

But I just couldn't help but want to jump in.

In fact, the protagonist of Heaven and Earth has already been decided, and it is Human Race created by Nuwa.

But looking at this now, Human Race has not yet been born.

Through the scroll, Zhou Yuan actually found Houtu's figure.

It's not difficult to find. After all, she is one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan. Naturally, she has to stand in a conspicuous position and create a lot of momentum.

Just seeing Houtu's serious look, Zhou Yuan couldn't help but shake his head.

"Houtu is not very qualified as a shit shovel. He just leaves himself to others when there is nothing wrong.

Besides, what's the point of beating and killing people?

We are all cultivators, so why can’t we learn from me, eat some fruit every day, and practice peacefully, isn’t it good?

Why do we have to fight for the Great Primordial? "

Zhou Yuan was thinking in his heart as he swallowed another innate Mid Grade spirit fruit.

If anyone knew what he was thinking at this moment, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood.

The Xiantian Spirit Fruit is not just something you can find on the street. You can get it whenever you want.

If an ordinary monk wanted to get one, he would have to fight to the death.

Even the most powerful among monks have to spend a lot of effort to find it.

Unlike Zhou Yuan, as long as he opens his mouth, someone will bring it to his mouth, begging Zhou Yuan to eat it.

Therefore, it is doomed to be impossible to practice peacefully like Zhou Yuan.

After all, cultivation resources still have to be grabbed.

On the side, Nuwa noticed Zhou Yuan's disdainful look, and immediately realized that he was afraid that he had the wrong idea of ​​photographing this little guy.

"Little one, you are so ruthless. Houtu Daoist Friend has taken care of you for so long, and you are not worried at all."

Zhou Yuan curled his lips after hearing this and ignored Nuwa. He still picked the spiritual fruit from the pile of hills and stuffed it into his mouth.

The sweet juice flowed down his throat and into his stomach, making Zhou Yuan feel full.

“There’s nothing to worry about, this time it’s just big thunder and little rain.

The Human Race has not even been born yet, and the real battle between the Witch Clan and the Demon Race has not yet begun. "

Zhou Yuan thought in his heart, but couldn't talk to Nuwa.

At the junction of the battlefield, Twelve Ancestral Witch confronts the Emperor Jun Eastern Emperor and the ten demon gods.

"Di Jiang, I didn't expect that your Witch Clan would dare to take the initiative to die. I underestimated you."

Over the billions of Demon Races, Emperor Jun sat on the dragon throne with a majestic expression, gazing at the Twelve Ancestral Witch in the distance, but his words were equally unforgiving.

"Haha, Emperor Jun, you are a bastard with quite a bad breath.

Will my Witch Clan die? I'm afraid you were so frightened that you lost your mind.

I'm waiting for the Witch Clan to come this time, so naturally I want to teach you Demon Race a lesson.

Don't you bite and scream in the Great Primordial and insult my Witch Clan's reputation! " Di Jiang was not deterred at all and immediately retorted.

"Insulting your Witch Clan's reputation?

Why doesn’t this emperor know?

You, the Witch Clan, kill innocent people indiscriminately, feed on the Demon Race, and now you have killed me, the Demon Race, a heroic move.

Create a murderous karma!

I have seen these with my own eyes. Why, Di Jiang, do you still want to deny it?

Could it be that you dare to do it but don’t dare to do it? Is this your Witch Clan? " Emperor Jun stood up and looked at Di Jiang with contempt.

"Hmph, our Witch Clan has always been brave enough to take risks, and our heroic moves did indeed die at the hands of this Ancestral Witch.

Not to mention that he covets the spiritual roots of the original Ancestral Witch, let’s just say that my Witch Clan is Pangu orthodoxy, and the entire Great Primordial world is conceived by Father God.

In order to survive, what does it matter if I eat some blood food?

There is no point in talking today, this battle will definitely destroy you Demon Race!

Let you know that we, the Witch Clan, are not pushovers! "

"war!!!"

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