Hong Huang: I really don’t want to be the emperor of heaven

Nuwa's voice sounded faintly in the sky, as if whispering, looking at Houtu with a smile.

In fact, from the moment Houtu came to Zifu, Nuwa guessed her thoughts.

On the surface, she was kind enough to tell Donghua about the witch tribe's participation in the war, but in fact she wanted to win the heart of Zifu.

No matter who won after the war, Houtu would have multiple choices.

If the witch tribe won, she could use this relationship to win over everyone in Zifu.

If Zifu won, she would be the one to ease the relationship between the two sides, using the favor of the messenger to offset the impact of the witch tribe's participation in the war.

But she never thought that Donghua could be so cruel, ignoring the ancestor witch who came to the East China Sea, and instead adopted the strategy of changing homes.

This made one of her plans completely fail.

Yes, one of the plans!

And Houtu's biggest plan was to use the death aura that permeated the battlefield to fill the netherworld, strengthen the avenue of her practice, and break through the peak of the quasi-saint.

Because since the last battle between the witches and liches, Nuwa went to the netherworld in person, saw that magical world, and almost understood what the avenue was.

Because her idea was actually similar to Houtu's, except that she wanted to use this war to practice the avenue of creation, revive all living beings, break through the limit, and achieve the peak of quasi-saints.

And the evolution of the avenue of creation can only be this battle. Even if the evolution of other wars is successful, she has no confidence to survive the punishment of heaven.

Only by taking Zifu and Donghua into account, and adding her personal disciple, Daozu Hongjun may be able to let her off. Otherwise, no matter who does something that violates the operation of heaven and earth, it will be difficult to escape the punishment of heaven.

So, she succeeded!

Houtu looked at Nuwa with a gloomy face and said, "The Queen is really good at calculating. When it comes to calculating, no one in the prehistoric world can compare to you. I admire you, I admire you."

At this moment, Houtu no longer called Nuwa sister, and there was also unwillingness in her eyes.

Nuwa smiled and wanted to say something, but Fuxi pulled her back and shook his head.

He really didn't want his sister to say anything more. Since she had already taken the biggest advantage, she should keep a low profile, otherwise it would be too easy to be hated.

Didn't you see that Donghua and Dijiang were about to spit fire in their eyes at this moment?

Yes, it was spitting fire. Nuwa was successful, but Donghua was unhappy. How to say it, it was very aggrieved, very angry, and very difficult to let go.

At this point in the war, Zifu had suffered great damage, and the monster clan had also suffered great damage, even though Nuwa had resurrected all of them.

But their bodies were condensed by the power of creation, and their future achievements were also very limited. Whether they could break through to Daluo was a problem, unless there was a great opportunity.

But this human relationship was real. It was Donghua and Zifu who owed Nuwa, and he would need Zifu to repay it in the future.

How could he be willing to accept this!

How could he feel good about this!

What shocked him the most was that another person died in this war, and the death of this person was what Donghua did not expect the most, that is Yao Chi.

Her identity was too special, and her death was too aggrieved. Not to mention Haotian, even Donghua could not accept it. He did not know how to explain it to Daozu?

Although the old man looked kind, he was also the most protective and mean person. Although he had no enemies in the prehistoric world, it was because all his enemies were dead. As for how he died, you will understand if you think about it carefully.

After becoming a saint, let alone enemies, there was no one who was qualified to be his opponent.

So the final result of this war was that Zifu, Yaozu, and Wuzu fought for a long time, and they made wedding clothes for these two people, and made Zifu and Yaozu owe them a huge favor.

In the future, whoever sees them in the prehistoric world will praise Hou Tu for his great virtue and Nuwa for his mercy.

Donghua slowly looked at Nuwa and Houtu, his eyes were complicated, and he was very unhappy. He had been planning for this war for so long, and it can be said that it started when he was reborn.

Yuanhui's plan was only to take advantage of the situation. All his plans were used to make wedding clothes for others, and finally used by others to achieve the great way!

At this moment, Donghua had no gratitude for them, only unhappiness. He wanted to give them two swords.

Jealousy and anger spread all over his body, occupying all his thoughts. There was only one killing in his heart. He wanted to kill everyone here, regardless of witches and liches.

And a voice also emerged in his mind: "Hate? Jealous? Unwilling? Then sink, accept my power, let the magic rule the world, and when the devil comes to the world, you will be the devil."

...

"Brother Dao, the battle is over, we don't have to take action."

Zhen Yuanzi laughed and looked at the battlefield. He was quite satisfied with this situation. After all, there were casualties on several sides, but after careful calculation, it was still within an acceptable range.

As for how to deal with Dijun and Taiyi, we can sit down and discuss it. Anyway, there will be only one result. The demon clan should withdraw from the heaven, unless Nuwa is interested in the position of the emperor.

Hongyun was neither surprised nor happy at this moment. He looked at the battlefield with a serious look, as if he was puzzled.

Zhen Yuanzi turned around and saw this situation, and asked puzzledly: "Brother, do you have any questions?"

Hongyun nodded and said: "Logically speaking, the war is over, and Donghua's disaster is over, but now the Hongmeng purple qi is still attached to my soul and cannot be taken out, which means that Donghua's disaster is not over."

"But now the war is indeed over. I can't understand it, and I can't understand what kind of disaster there is. Or is Donghua not the one chosen by Hongmeng Ziqi?"

When Hongyun said this, he shook his head and said: "No, no, Donghua is indeed that person, so his catastrophe is not over. There is still one last wave. Perhaps this is the most difficult wave of catastrophes. Let’s see if he can survive it!”

Hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi was surprised and said: "There is another wave? How is this possible? Now that Di Jun and Tai Yi are dead, it is impossible for the Wu Clan to take action again. I can't think of any other disasters."

Hongyun pondered for a long time, looked at the field, and said slowly: "Since the beginning of the world, disasters have been nothing but three disasters for heaven, earth, and people."

"The heavenly calamity was supposed to be with the demon clan, but now it has been broken; the earthly calamity was supposed to be with the wizard clan, but now it has also been broken, so only the human calamity is left!"

Zhen Yuanzi asked doubtfully: "Human calamity? Who should it be?"

"I don't know, I can't understand it either!"

Hongyun shook his head and his eyes stayed on the battlefield again.

…

In Kunlun Mountain, the Supreme Being looked at what was happening in the East China Sea with blurred eyes. The Tai Chi diagram, an innate treasure, appeared. A golden bridge penetrated the sky and the earth, and the two qi of yin and yang continued to evolve.

The chaotic secret became clearer, and the Supreme Leader immediately began to make calculations. However, as the calculations progressed, drops of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

Suddenly a powerful force attacked, the golden bridge broke instantly, and the Tai Chi diagram was knocked back in an instant.

The Supreme Being couldn't bear the backlash and spurted out a mouthful of real blood.

"Demon Ancestor Rahu!"

"How is this possible? Didn't the teacher say he couldn't take action?"

The Supreme Being looked like a madman, looking towards the battlefield above the East China Sea, and finally his eyes were fixed on Donghua.

It was as if he suddenly understood something.

But as soon as he thought of this, he thought of Yuan Shi who went to Zi Mansion, and Yuan Shi who practiced the devil's way.

"No, my second brother is in danger!"

After the Supreme Master finished speaking, he rolled up the Tai Chi Diagram and flew to the Purple Mansion in the East China Sea in an instant.

…

Above the sea of ​​blood, Demon Ancestor Luo Hu looked at the scene above the East China Sea with a slight smile in his eyes.

"Donghua, Dijun, Taiyi, Yuanshi!"

"Hongjun, the world of demons will eventually come, and no one can stop it. This is the will of heaven, and the permission of the great road."

"The immortal is one foot high, the devil is one foot high!"

"The Tao is one foot high, and the devil is one foot high!"

"The devil comes to the world!"

"Hahaha……"

Luo Hu's laughter spread throughout the sea of ​​​​blood, shaking the sea of ​​​​blood, scaring Styx at a loss. He was really afraid of this madman.

Yes, it’s crazy!

Minghe saw with his own eyes everything Luo Hu did in the past few days, and every single thing made him so scared that he didn't dare to breathe.

He was afraid that this moody guy would rush in and cut him into pieces.

Others are worried about ruining the cause and effect of the Blood Sea, but this guy is definitely not afraid. This is a demon who dares to repeat the act of earth, fire, water, and wind. He doesn't know what else Luo Hu doesn't dare to do.

But the next moment, a figure appeared on the sea of ​​blood, it was Daozu Hongjun.

"Fellow Taoist Luohu, you are fine!"

Luo Hu glanced at Hongjun and said nothing. He now hated Hongjun's presence.

Because he can't beat him!

However, Hongjun chuckled and said: "River Styx, I remember there is a spiritual root in the sea of ​​blood. The fruit it produces is quite delicious. Bring it up and let Pindao and fellow Taoist Luohu taste it."

When Ming He saw Hongjun arriving, his hanging heart completely calmed down, and he immediately left the sea of ​​blood.

"Meet the teacher and meet the Demon Ancestor!"

After Styx finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a transparent desk appeared above the sea of ​​blood, filled with spiritual fruits and spiritual wine.

"Teacher, Demon Ancestor, these are the blood grapes that are abundant in my blood sea, as well as the grape spirit wine brewed by my disciples. Teacher and Demon Ancestor are invited to taste them."

After Ming He finished speaking, he stood behind Hongjun in a very polite manner. He didn't look like the Lord of the Sea of ​​Blood or the Taoist of Killing at all, just like a Taoist boy.

Hongjun ate a blood grape, drank a glass of wine, and said slowly: "Well, not bad, it still tastes the same as before. Fellow Taoist Luohu can also try it. I still remember the first time we came to the blood The sea?"

Luo Hu picked up a blood grape and ate it, drank another glass of wine, and then said, "Remember, wasn't it the black mosquito? We killed it together at the time. It was really very difficult to deal with."

Hongjun smiled and looked at the illusory screen, which was the East China Sea Zifu.

Seeing this, Luo Hu sneered and said: "You have not changed at all. You are as shameless as before. Although you follow the Tao with your body, you have no fairness and justice of the way of heaven and openly favor your disciples."

Hongjun laughed loudly, and then said: "It is the way of heaven that is fair and just, not me, Hongjun. The way of heaven is Hongjun, and Hongjun is not the way of heaven."

"Isn't this very clear? I am not a god, so why should I be fair and just?"

"Besides, one of them is a disciple of Pindao, and the other is the head of the male immortals personally appointed by Pindao. If I don't help them, then who can I help?"

Luo Hu snorted coldly: "Huh? The leader of male immortals? He will soon be the master of my demonic path!"

After hearing this, Hongjun smiled and said nothing, but just kept his eyes on the Zifu in the East China Sea!

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