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

Except for the unrestrained Minghe and Zhenyuanzi who had a grudge against the Heavenly Court.

Other ancient innate powers either hid themselves from the world and tirelessly accumulated magic power to enhance their Taoism.

Or they left the prehistoric world and went to the vast chaos to seek opportunities, and would not be enemies with the Heavenly Court.

Since these ancient innate powers had no motive to kill Qin Yuan, who caused Qin Yuan's death?

Di Jun's face had become gloomier than ever before.

A trace of murderous intent almost turned into substance and entangled around him.

This time, the Heavenly Court sent troops to kill people, and lost three demon saints in the quasi-saint realm at once, which can be said to be the first huge loss since the establishment of the Heavenly Court.

He looked at Kunpeng coldly and questioned.

"Who is so brave that he dared to kill the demon saint of my demon clan!"

Kunpeng said hurriedly, with a long-lost fear in his eyes.

"Saint, it's the sword energy of the saint!"

"Saint, how is it possible!"

Di Jun's voice rose by an unknown amount.

Although the witches and demons are fighting, the evil spirit has reached the extreme, covering the sky and the sun, and the secrets of heaven are not revealed.

But what level of existence is a saint? It can almost be said that it is the embodiment of the will of heaven.

Once the saint takes action, the will of heaven emerges, how can the heaven not notice it.

Kunpeng wiped the sweat from his forehead and said respectfully.

"Your Majesty, the thing is this. After I arrived at the East China Sea, the ancestral land of the human race, I unexpectedly discovered that the chief of Jiejiao, that is, Zhao Gongming, was also there. Although Zhao Gongming is a Daluo Jinxian, I have to admit that his means are indeed not weak."

Kunpeng, like Fei Lian and Ying Zhao, carefully recounted to Di Jun the situation he would encounter in the ancestral land of the human race.

After Kunpeng finished speaking, in a corner of the Demon King Palace, Emperor Xi Fuxi finally breathed a sigh of relief in secret.

Most of the human race is fine, so he is relieved.

Zhao Gongming, really is great, and did not disappoint his expectations.

"It turns out that behind our demon clan's plan, there are all the saints of Tongtian and Zhao Gongming of Jiejiao who are playing tricks."

Di Jun snorted coldly and looked directly at Donghuang Taiyi.

"Taiyi, come with me to Kunlun Mountain. The first disciple of Jiejiao killed a demon saint of my heaven. Even if it is a saintly lineage, we can never let it go."

Donghuang Taiyi's anger had accumulated to the extreme, like a volcano, on the verge of eruption, and he said loudly.

"Brother is right, Jiejiao is indeed too much. Even if it is a saintly lineage, we have to ask for justice."

Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi's words, the atmosphere in the entire Demon King Hall suddenly became heavier.

A trace of panic flashed through the hearts of countless high-level officials in the heaven.

That is Jiejiao, a saintly lineage, and the leader Lingbao Tianzun is a master who is not easy to mess with.

What if he does something irrational in anger, what should the heaven do then?

Shang Yang, Kun Peng and other demon saints in the Heavenly Court quickly made eye contact with Bai Ze.

Bai Ze, the think tank of the Heavenly Court and the existence of the first military advisor of the Heavenly Court, should be able to persuade the two majesties.

Bai Ze looked over quickly, and when he saw the calmness in the depths of Di Jun's eyes, he immediately understood everything.

His Majesty the Demon King is "playing" for others to see.

Almost all of the three great demon saints in the Heavenly Court fell directly or indirectly in the hands of Jiejiao.

Moreover, the three great demon saints commanded many troops in the Heavenly Court and had a very high status in the Heavenly Court.

If Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi did nothing, it would inevitably lead to the disheartenment of their subordinates, so playing a show is a necessary part.

After figuring this out, Bai Ze immediately breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward and bowed, "Your Majesty, don't be impulsive."

Di Jun looked over with a cold gaze, wanting to see what Bai Ze was going to say.

Bai Ze hurriedly said respectfully, "Your Majesty, this matter concerns the saints, and the Heavenly Court must act with caution. In my opinion, it is better to wait until the witch clan is wiped out, and then the Heavenly Court will go to Jin'ao Island again to get back this reason."

As soon as Bai Ze's words came out, everyone immediately had a backbone, and they echoed, "Yes, Your Majesty, please think twice before acting."

Di Jun waved his hand and said with great sorrow, "The three demon saints have made great contributions to our Heavenly Court. Now they have died tragically in the hands of Jiejiao. After our Heavenly Court destroys the witch clan, we must seek justice for the fallen demon saints."

"Your Majesty is wise!"

In the Demon King Palace, all the ministers hurriedly bowed their hands.

Although Donghuang Taiyi on the side was still a little angry, Di Jun had already spoken, so he could only suppress his anger temporarily.

In Donghuang Taiyi's view, with the current strength of the Heavenly Court, it is not difficult to destroy the witches.

After destroying the witch clan, he will free up his hands to deal with the others one by one.

In the Demon King Palace, Di Jun looked at the human souls presented by Shang Yang, Ying Zhao and others indifferently.

He could not help but wave his hand, "Go and give these human souls and human flesh and blood to the people on the forging platform to deal with them, and strive to create more magic weapons and lay the most solid foundation for my demon race to kill witches in the future."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The iron urn responded with a deep voice, took the human souls and retreated.

Although these human souls are a little less, they can still play a role if they are all added to the magic weapons.

After doing all this, the next step is to prepare for war with the witch clan.

As the demon king who rules the heaven, Di Jun does not want to wait any longer.

After the human and demon armies were entrusted, Zhao Gongming suddenly felt an indescribable power blessing him.

The golden wheel of merit behind him emerged faintly, and then began to soar at a very fast speed.

Soon, Zhao Gongming felt that the golden wheel of merit was condensed by 30% more than before.

"This is the mystery of the aura of the human emperor."

Zhao Gongming sighed in his heart. With the aura of the human emperor, although he did not have the title of the human emperor, he had the reality of the human emperor.

At the same time, his luck and the luck of the human race were completely bound together.

But this kind of binding is not the kind of prosperity and loss, but one-sided.

If the luck of the human race is prosperous, Zhao Gongming can get great benefits.

On the other hand, if the luck of the human race is declining, Zhao Gongming will not be affected.

After helping the human race solve the great crisis, Zhao Gongming stayed in the holy city of the human race for a few days before returning to Luofu Cave in Mount Emei.

The battle between humans and demons ended with the demon race being seriously injured and hundreds of millions of human beings being killed and injured.

In the west, Mount Xumi, beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pond.

The sound of Sanskrit and the golden light were lingering, and it looked like a very beautiful world.

Zhunti thought, "I didn't expect that the battle between humans and demons would end in this way."

But soon, Zhunti's eyes flashed with unwillingness, "Brother, the witch clan and the demon clan are already as hostile as fire and water. Why don't we add more fuel to the fire and help the catastrophe begin?"

"How to add more fuel?"

Jie Yin was also tempted. Only when the catastrophe began, he would have a chance to prosper in the West.

Otherwise, the West would always have to follow behind the East and eat the leftovers.