Hong Huang: I am a disaster to the three religions, and you don’t want to separate?

Di Jun was just talking.

When facing his son, a father always likes to show his authority.

Even though he looks like a little girl now, he has no authority at all.

He and Donghuang Taiyi each offered the River Map and Luoshu and the Chaos Bell.

They searched everywhere to find out what went wrong with the array.

After a careful investigation, they finally found out.

The array was triggered at the location of the Fusang tree.

However, the invader did not leave any clues.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi's expressions suddenly became serious.

Many demon saints behind them also fell into thinking.

The two majesties looked at each other and saw the solemn look in each other's eyes.

Di Jun put his hands on his waist and spoke first.

"The quasi-saint can only be trapped by this formation if he enters the Sun Star. I am absolutely sure."

"From this, it can be seen that the invader escaped without leaving any trace."

"It can only be a saint."

Donghuang Taiyi nodded in agreement.

"Brother is right. I think so too."

"But which saint would do such a dirty thing?"

During the war between the witches and the demons, he took advantage of the quarrel between the snipe and the clam.

He went directly to the base camp of the demon clan and attacked a junior like the Golden Crow Prince.

It is simply shameless. .

The image of the saint kept flashing in Di Jun's mind.

The first one to be excluded was Nuwa.

It is absolutely impossible for the saint of their demon clan.

The second one is the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain.

If you think about it carefully, the Three Pure Ones have no grudges against the demon clan.

The only grudge was caused by the two idiots of Ji Meng the demon saint.

Ji Meng was also suppressed and killed by Emperor Jun.

The grudge was thus resolved.

And the Three Pure Ones were not the kind of petty people.

Moreover, they had a deep connection with Xuandan.

They were the most solid partners of interests.

The main reason was that the Three Pure Ones wanted to take action against the demon race.

If there were really many ways, why bother to do it personally?

The only ones left were the two bald men in the west...

Emperor Jun's mind recalled the years in Zixiao Palace.

The sainthood that Jie Yin and Zhunti cried for.

Later, the saints who achieved enlightenment needed to make forty-eight great wishes.

During the competition, he still shamelessly let his disciples cheat with pills.

He even directly laid out the eight sufferings of life for the benefit of his disciples.

He was simply the best among the shameless.

His face was probably thicker than Mount Buzhou.

Anger surged in Emperor Jun's eyes, and he said coldly.

"It must be those two bitches from the West."

"Damn it, how dare you use such dirty means on my daughter."

"Sooner or later, I will have to kill those two bald donkeys!"

The eldest prince of Jinwu, curled up on the Fusang tree, said timidly.

"Father, it's my son."

Di Jun was already annoyed, and responded directly in a cold voice.

"Shut up, don't interrupt, I am the father, and you are the father?"

The ten Jinwu princes were silent immediately.

There is no love, there is no father-son love, it's just an illusion.

The other demon saints saw that His Majesty was so angry, and they all pondered.

Two of the demon clan's think tanks, Kunpeng and Bai Ze, looked at each other.

The Sun Star was almost attacked by the saint.

I believe that the two majesties must be furious at this time.

They are angry, but think carefully about the power of the demon court.

Kunpeng still sighed and began to advise.

"Your Majesty, even if this is done by a saint, we still need to think twice before we act."

"After all, the other party is a saint. I believe your majesty knows what a saint is like."

As soon as the voice fell, the demon clan strongmen present recalled.

There was a colleague in the East China Sea who liked to die named Ji Meng.

He tried to attack the direct disciple of the Saint of Taiqing.

In the end, he was killed by the Saint of Taiqing with just a finger.

His body was instantly refined into countless pills.

If the saint had not shown mercy, I'm afraid that Ji Meng would have died in a breath. There is no possibility of survival.

Since the prehistoric world entered the era of saints.

For the first time, I saw how powerful the saints were.

The quasi-saints had no power to resist.

Even as strong as Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

At most, there is a way to escape, but there is no capital to hurt the saints.

The Saint of Taiqing is recognized as the strongest saint besides Hongjun.

Even if the two saints in the West have borrowed merits to prove their truth.

Maybe they are a little weaker than the Three Pure Ones in terms of strength.

But no matter how weak he is, he is still a saint who holds the authority of the Heavenly Dao, is supreme in the prehistoric world, and transcends all things.

As the saying goes, a rotten egg is no longer an egg?

No matter how weak the saints in the West are, they are not something that the Demon Court can resist at present.

Di Jun can hold the position of the Demon King firmly, so he must have an extraordinary mind.

After he pondered for a moment, a serious expression appeared on his cute face.

"Well,But we have been targeted by the saint. "

"Continuing to fight with the witch clan will only benefit the two bald donkeys in the west."

"We must accumulate strength and see what the intentions of Jie Yin and Zhunti are! "

As a saint, he gave up his face and attacked the Golden Crow Prince of the Sun Star.

It is impossible to figure out what the two saints are thinking.

It is better to be patient for the time being, improve strength, and deal with the saints first.

As for the dead eunuchs of the Wu clan.

As long as they don't fight face to face, the Wu clan is too lazy to go to war with the Demon Court.

Many demon saints and demon gods present nodded in agreement.

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At the same time, the Wu clan on the retreat also learned about the live broadcast from Daluo who passed by.

The twelve ancestor witches and several great witches blushed and became angry.

Think of the picture of a group of muscular men posing and flirting being spread.

They clenched their fists and wished they could give Xuan Dan a massage.

Among them, Dijiang, the head of the ancestor witches, was panting and pinching his orchid fingers again.

He kept shouting with a sharp voice.

"When have we ever suffered such humiliation?"

"I have lost my innocence. I don't want to live anymore." "

"This little Xuanzi is really a dishonest person."

The rest of the ancestor witches and great witches nodded in agreement.

The face of the witch clan has been completely lost by Xuandan's live broadcast.

"We must ask Xuandan for an explanation."

"Otherwise, we will feel bad."

The ancestor witches and great witches present were furious.

It was all caused by Xuandan.

We must teach Xuandan a profound lesson.

They shouted in unison.

"Yes, he must give us an explanation."

Dijiang pointed in the direction of Kunlun Mountain and shouted.

"We must let Xuandan refine a pill without side effects."

"Let our witch clan regain the masculinity we once had."

"This look makes the prehistoric creatures laugh at us!"

Zhu Rong frowned and asked in confusion.

"Brother, aren't we going to beat him up together? "

Pa! ! ! !

Emperor Jiang went up and slapped him, and said with some regret.

"If you don't use your brain, you can use the divine fire to refine it."

"They are protected by the Taiqing Saint, and we are going to die."

The other ancestors nodded in agreement.

Big brother is right!

Then Emperor Jiang ordered the big witch to go back to Pangu Temple to look after the house.

He led the twelve ancestors of witches to set off towards Kunlun Mountain.