Honghuang: God-level choice, start by taking over Zhao Gongming

"Okay, we agree to this, but we also have a condition."

"The Emperor Jiang Zuwu said it."

"One billion merit coins must be paid to us now."

Zhao Gongming thought about it for a moment and agreed directly, "Okay, no problem."

After that, he took out the Luobao Gold Coin again. As soon as this top-grade innate spiritual treasure came out.

The transparent flying wings on both sides kept spinning around him happily.

The rich and heavy golden light on his body almost escaped.

As the ancestor of Honghuang Gold Coin, during this time in the underworld, Luobao Gold Coin almost ate too much and could not hold the merit.

"The Zuwus, watch out."

Zhao Gongming smiled lightly, and a touch of magic power was cast to activate the Luobao Gold Coin. Suddenly, the Luobao Gold Coin shone brightly.

Then the sound of gold coins colliding resounded throughout the Pangu Palace.

Not long after, a large metal mountain appeared in the entire Pangu Palace, shining brightly and emitting a brilliant light.

"The 10 billion merit coins have all arrived. If Emperor Jiang Zuwu is worried, you can count them yourself."

Emperor Jiang waved his hand, "We trust the credibility of Daoist Gongming, so there is no need to count."

Zhao Gongming nodded, "Okay, I also believe in the credibility of Zuwu Lord, and I will definitely not let you down."

Emperor Jiang smiled, "Don't worry, even if my Wu clan has nothing, we will not embarrass Father God."

Soon, Zhao Gongming and Liu'er left Buzhou Mountain, and the next stop was the Eighteen Nether Sea.

The number of human beings is too large. Zhao Gongming counted several times, but still felt that only Buzhou Mountain, Wanshou Mountain, and the East China Sea could not accommodate all human beings.

At the most critical moment, the Eighteen Nether Sea may not be a place to settle human beings.

After Zhao Gongming left, the voice of the ancestor witch Shebi Shi was heard again in Buzhou Mountain.

"Brother, do we really want to help the human race? Zhao Gongming caused the sister Hou Tu to be imprisoned in the Nether Sea and never be reborn."

When Shebi Shi said this, even Zhu Rong was a little dissatisfied.

What is he talking about? The witch clan promised Zhao Gongming, so is he going to go back on his word? His witch clan can't afford to lose such a big man.

"You mean, let our witch clan go back on its word?"

Di Jiang glanced at Zhu Jiuyin lightly, and the latter shuddered in fear.

"Brother, I don't mean that."

"It's not the best!"

Di Jiang's face turned cold for the first time.

"We are the blood of the Father God. The Father God created the world and blessed all things. How great it is. As the blood of the Father God, we must not let down the reputation of the Father God."

"Yes, brother."

Shebi Shi completely lost his temper and became submissive.

Thirty-three Heavens, Daluo Heaven, in the Demon King Palace, the high-ranking officials of the Heavenly Court gathered together.

Two Demon Kings, Ten Demon Saints, Emperor Xi Fuxi, Demon Master Kunpeng, etc.

Emperor Jun and Emperor Dong Taiyi wore the emperor's crown, dignified and majestic. Seeing that almost everyone had arrived, Emperor Jun said slowly.

"I believe you have all heard the rumors in the prehistoric times recently."

"Your Majesty, I have heard that the flesh and blood of the human race can improve the Taoism, and the soul can help our demon race break the witch race's body. It is simply a killer."

Demon Saint Gui Che licked his lips, and a wonderful expression appeared on his face.

The taste of the flesh and blood of the human race is really wonderful, especially the meat of a three-year-old child, which tastes even more tender and sweet.

Gui Che has already tasted the taste, and he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't eat hundreds of them a day.

"Your Majesty, if this is true, I suggest that we first slaughter a group of humans to help our demons complete their supreme plan."

Shang Yang, the only female demon saint among the ten demon saints, stood up and bowed.

"Your Majesty, the human race was created by Saint Nuwa. If we slaughter humans in large numbers, how will we explain to Saint Nuwa?"

When Shang Yang mentioned Nuwa, the entire Demon King Hall fell into silence, and you could hear a pin drop.

The saint is high above, and Nuwa is a saint in his demon camp. If they slaughter humans, they might displease the saint and blame him.

Who in the vast heaven can withstand the wrath of the saint?

Gui Che licked the meat between his teeth, "Shang Yang, you are making a fuss. The human race has such a terrifying reproductive capacity. Now it has become the most numerous race in the prehistoric world. What does it matter if we kill so few humans?"

"That's right. The human race is numerous, and we can't hurt the foundation of the human race. Saint Wa will not blame us."

The Iron Demon Saint agreed again and again. He and Gui Che are like-minded.

In the past few years, we have eaten a lot of fresh human flesh, which is really delicious.

"But"

Shang Yang wanted to refute, but he didn't know how to start, so he had to look at Di Jun and Dong Huang Taiyi.

Whether to slaughter the human race or not, the decision must be made by the Demon King.

Di Jun looked at the quarrel in the Demon King Palace indifferently, ignored it, and set his eyes on Xi Huang Fuxi, "Xi Huang, what do you think about this matter?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Fuxi, and their hearts were lifted.

Fuxi is the elder brother of the saint, and in a sense, he can even represent the will of the saint.

Fuxi, who was calm and composed, was stunned for a moment, then stood up and bowed to Dijun, "I will obey your majesty's decision in everything."

If it were before, Fuxi would definitely put all his efforts into organizing the demon tribe's plan, because the witch tribe massacres people, bullies the weak, and kills innocent people indiscriminately, which will inevitably lead to great karma.

What's more, according to what Fuxi saw, even the demon clan relied on human souls to refine magical weapons.

It may not be possible to win a complete victory in the war with the Wu clan.

But since Nuwa sent him the news that human affairs had been entrusted to Zhao Gongming, Fuxi felt more relieved.

My nephew's ability to do things is quite good.

If the human race is left in his hands, nothing will happen.

After hearing Fuxi's answer, a rare expression flashed across Di Jun's face.

He originally thought that Fuxi would also plead with the human race, but he didn't expect that Fuxi would be so calm.

However, no matter how Fuxi's emotional reaction was, it could not affect Di Jun's determination. He only saw his eyes condensed and he spoke slowly, "Where are the demon saints?"

"I'm here!"

"Give you ten years to reorganize your troops. After ten years, the troops will be divided into ten groups and they will slaughter people in the lower world. After slaughtering people, they will slaughter witches."

Di Jun felt great determination in his heart.

Not long ago, he and Taiyi perfected the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation. The entire formation was flawless from the inside to the outside.

Coupled with the magical weapon that can break open the body of the Witch Clan, he does not believe that this time, the Demon Clan will be defeated miserably.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

A deafening voice came from the entire Demon Emperor's Palace.

"In just ten years, can Master Nephew Gongming create a miracle?"

Fuxi, on the other hand, couldn't help but worry about Zhao Gongming secretly.

The demon clan has a complex system. I thought there would be a buffer time of a hundred years. Unexpectedly, the demon emperor was so impatient and only left ten years for the humans. The time was too tight.

Hundreds of millions of people are scattered all over the wilderness. Countless people. It takes ten years to migrate. It's difficult, it's too difficult!