The Great Desolation's

Chapter 137: The sages of Zixiao gather to provoke the Lich

Zhou Xianer walked out of the cave, lay down on Daocang's thigh, and muttered, "I don't know, I just feel bad, and I always feel that something bad is going to happen."

Hearing this, Dao Cang and Ming Xi looked at each other and knew what was going on.

"Ten Golden Crows were born ..."

Dao Cang sighed softly and said slowly.

"After all, he is Buzhou Shanling."

Daoist Mingxi looked at Zhou Xianer with a hint of pity in her eyes.

The disaster will start soon, and the lich will be destroyed.

Zhou Xianer was originally the mountain spirit of Bu Zhou, and was revered by many witches.

The birth of the Ten Great Golden Crow meant that the calamity would begin.

The top ten golden crows descended to earth and burned the Wu tribe.

Kuafu chased after the sun and burned to death by divine fire, Dayi shot and killed nine golden crows with a divine bow.

Di Jun was furious and launched the final battle.

This battle was also a life and death battle of the Lich.

Emperor Jun Taiyi fell, and the twelve progenitor witches, except Houtu, did not escape.

There were only a handful of extremely large Wu clans left, with countless casualties, and the blood of the Wu clan flowed into the river.

In this situation, Zhou Xianer, as the Spirit of Mount Buzhou who was revered by the Wu tribe, was clearly unacceptable.

But Daocang did not tell the truth.

"Then you should stay by your master's side. Don't be in the world recently."

"When the time comes, I'll take you to play in the river of time, and see the past and the future?"

Dao Cang touched Zhou Xian'er's little head and said with a smile.

"All right."

"Sir, don't I need to practice?"

Zhou Xianer's eyes twinkled and he asked back.

"You don't want to prove the Primordial Dao?"

Dao Cang chuckled and said casually.

"I have a master, who would dare bully me?"

Zhou Xianer smiled and explained.

"A little slippery."

Dao Cang shook his head helplessly, and did not force Zhou Xianer to practice.

As for sanctification, do whatever you want.

Then Dao Cang turned his gaze to the land of mankind.

Humanity is now much stronger than before.

However, the human race was extremely hostile towards the demon clan, once the lich started a war, it would definitely help the magician clan to avenge the past slaughter.

"Yes..."

Dao Cang's eyes shone brightly, and Nu Wa's chance to prove the Primordial Primordial Dao was nearing its arrival.

Although he would set Zhen Yuanzi to be the saint of humanity, but Zhen Yuanzi could not be an existence that controlled tunnels like Houtu, but could only be a saint like Styx.

The only person who truly controls mankind is Nuwa.

Because the human race was originally created by Nuwa.

Just as the earth behind created the underworld.

If not for this, Dao Cang would not have allowed Nu Wa to disperse the sages and dao fruit.

If Nu Wa had always been under Heaven's control, there would have been no chance for humanity to truly rise.

However, if the human race helped the witch race to deal with the demon race, Nuwa should not participate in the war anymore.

In order to prevent humanity from being slaughtered, he simply took action.

After all, he had once been one of the four emperors of the demon clan, even if he was now separated from the demon clan, Di Jun did not say anything, and only agreed.

Therefore, Nu Wa would not take action against the demon clan.

In fact, Nu Wa was no longer a saint, so it made no sense to take action.

"The aura of robbery became very powerful."

Dao Cang's eyes were deep, piercing through the endless void, and looking at the current prehistoric world.

Currently, in prehistoric times, only the demon clan and the witch clan faced each other.

The human race could only be considered to survive in the crevices.

Lichs are not destroyed, and humanity has no chance of awakening, let alone the resurrection of humanity.

At this moment, on top of the earth, the demon clan had no intention to deal with the witch clan for now.

Di Jun did his best to cultivate the ten great golden crows.

And also put ten large and small golden crows in the soup valley and let them practice on the hibiscus tree.

With the heels and feet of these ten Little Golden Crow, it was entirely possible to prove the Primordial Dao in the future.

Therefore, Di Jun had specially formed a grand formation to prevent the ten Little Golden Crow from coming out at will.

What was more important was to prevent one from entering the grand formation and injuring a few small golden crows.

With Di Jun's current cultivation base as a saint from Hunyuan, even if he was a saint, don't even think of entering it secretly.

But if several saints joined forces, it would be different.

In Zixiao Palace, Tao Hongjun summoned some of his own disciples.

"Murid saluted Master."

Under the high platform, Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian, Jieyin, Zhunti, the five sages of the Heavenly Dao gathered together.

"Sir, call the disciples to come, but for the sake of the lich?"

Lao Tzu looked at Daoist Hongjun, his eyes filled with deep meaning, and asked.

"Right, the time limit of a million years has arrived, and the catastrophe is drawing closer. Lich was supposed to fight, but due to the appearance of the ten little golden crows, a slight change occurred."

Daoist Hongjun nodded and said slowly.

"That's why I called you here this time for this."

Daoist Hongjun looked at some disciples and did not finish his sentence.

The five heavenly saints looked at each other.

Although Hongjun did not say it clearly, they all knew what Hongjun meant.

This was obviously to let them provoke a fight between the lichs.

This is a big cause.

Moreover, there were now Primordial Saints sitting amongst the Lichs.

A little careless was to face the fury of some Primordial Saint.

In that case, even the heavenly saints would be corrupted.

"Sir, the disciple always practiced a way of inaction. I want to help master, but the direct intervention goes against the heart of the disciple."

Lao Tzu's eyes were deep, and he immediately rose.

Yuan Shi glanced at Lao Tzu, his heart moved, and then he said: "Master, this disciple has always disliked these haired and horned people. That disciple, like his elder brother, did not want to interact with this ferocious beast."

Tong Tian stared blankly at the two senior brothers, secretly amazed in his heart.

Both of my older brothers are really first class in taking responsibility.

Tongtian thought carefully about what reason he should use to resist.

But after thinking about it for a long time, there seemed to be no reason to refuse.

"Tongtian, do you want to say that there are also demonic disciples in your interception, and you don't want to violate the morality in your heart?"

Daoist Hongjun looked at Tongtian and suddenly said.

"Mingjian Master, this is what this disciple means."

Tongtian was overjoyed and immediately picked up the conversation, secretly grateful in his heart.

After all, Tongtian was Hongjun's most depressed disciple, so he was obviously not going to let Tongtian into this muddy water.

Sanqing refused.

Hongjun and the others immediately turned to Jieyin and Zhunti, and their eyes were full of meaning.

Meaning clear.

Sanqing did not leave, and it was even more impossible for master Hongjun to do it himself.

In this way, it could only be one of pseudo-reception and mention.

"Master, can we .. can't we go?"

Jie Yin and Zhun Ti said helplessly with bitter faces.