Chapter 208 Bai Ze’s Wisdom and the Buzhou Wizard

Bai Ze waved his feather fan, shook his head and said, "The lich has come to an end. Heaven is the base camp of our demon clan, and it will soon become the target of public criticism. It would be unwise to return to heaven now. Besides, His Majesty the Demon King had already predicted that he had already taken part of the treasure trove. Resources have been transferred here.”

"Besides, the demon summoning flag is now in the hands of His Highness the Prince. When the demon summoning flag moves, all the demons will follow. The resources in the heavenly treasure house are nothing compared to the demon summoning flag."

As a military strategist, Bai Ze has a clear view of the current situation in the prehistoric times.

"Then military advisor, uncles, what should we do now?"

"Recharge your batteries, recruit troops, wait for the opportunity, and rebuild heaven!"

Bai Ze spoke out a sixteen-character motto.

"Okay, I listen to the military advisor. It's just that the treasure left behind by my father is still in the hands of Kunpeng. If I don't get it back for one day, I will be sorry for my father and uncle."

Bai Ze said, "Of course we have to get the Demon Emperor's treasure back, but not now. The top priority is that we, the Demon Clan, should keep a low profile as much as possible. As for the Demon Emperor's treasure, it doesn't hurt to put it somewhere in Kunpeng for the time being. On the contrary, it can attract us." Pay attention, and when the time is right, we will get Hetu Luoshu back."

"Okay, everything depends on the military advisor."

Lu Ya nodded solemnly.

In the eighteenth level of the Nether Sea, a mosquito Taoist holds a jade box.

"Finally saved."

The mosquito Taoist breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression was obviously much more relaxed.

In the jade box, a very weak remnant soul floated, and its face was 80% to 90% similar to Fuxi's.

It was the remnant soul of Fuxi after his death during the Lich War that was intercepted by the Mosquito Taoist using great means.

Styx Jiejie smiled, "I didn't expect that the result of the battle between the lich and the lich would be to die together."

"Then Donghuang Taiyi is strong, but the ancestor can survive longer than him. This is the biggest advantage of the ancestor."

By now, Styx has become very open.

Are you better than me? That's only temporary.

As long as I live longer than you, I will always be stronger than you.

"This remnant soul must be protected, as it is related to Saint Nuwa."

Taoist Mosquito carefully put away Fuxi's remnant soul.

Fuxi's remnant soul was too weak, not even as good as Hongyun back then.

There must be a lot of merit and virtue nourished at all times, so that the soul will not fly away, and only then will the underworld be strong and able to withstand it.

Otherwise, any force would have gone bankrupt.

On the 18th level of Netherworld Sea, in the Pingxin Palace, four big men gathered together, their faces full of sadness.

"Master Zuwu!"

Xiang Liu, Jiu Feng, Feng Bo, and Yu Master could not even dream of it.

This time the Lich went to war, and it actually had such serious consequences.

The eleven ancestral witches all died, and hundreds of millions of witch warriors turned into ashes.

Hou Tu also looked sad, "Brothers"

"Ancestral Witch, Mount Buzhou is a land gifted to us by Father Pangu. Let us go out and guard this land for Father God."

The four great witches of Xiangliu said impatiently.

Hou Tu shook his head, "The Lich War has just ended. Among all the races, those who are oppressed by the Demon Race and the Witch Race will definitely take advantage of this opportunity to do something evil. If you are now, you will become the target of public criticism. It will not be beneficial to the Witch Race." ”

"Then are we going to watch Buzhou Mountain being occupied by thousands of people?"

Xiang Liu and others said angrily.

"The only solution for now is to wait."

After Hou Tu said a word, his figure turned into countless bubbles and disappeared.

"boom!"

Jiufeng punched the ground hard, causing a burst of smoke and dust.

"Xiang Liu, please say something, what should we do now?"

Xiang Liu spread his hands and said, "What else can we do? Lord Zu Wu has spoken, so we just do it."

Buzhou Mountain, in the Pangu Palace, the ancestral witch blood pool had dried up unknowingly, leaving only a huge blood cocoon in the center of the blood pool.

A strong breath of life came from the blood cocoon, and it became stronger as time went by!

Time flies, and a hundred years have passed. This hundred years can be called the most peaceful period since the beginning of the world.

On the coast of the East China Sea, Jin'ao Island, in front of the Biyou Palace Square, there was a huge momentum. Tens of thousands of Jiejiao's disciples gathered together, feasting on melons and fruits, and singing fairy music.

Today is the day to confer Xuan Gui as the deputy leader of Jiejiao.

In the square, Tongtian and Xuangui walked out. One was wearing a cyan robe and the other was wearing aqua blue clothes. They looked young and had handsome faces.

Looking at the audience, Mr. Zhao secretly smacked his lips. His master knew how to be cool.

He is obviously older than everyone else, but outwardly he is younger and more handsome than everyone else.

He also turned the Black Turtle off the side. As one of the oldest creatures since the beginning of the world, he was actually acting so tender.

There is nothing much to say about the canonization ceremony. There are only a few simple procedures in total.

Then Tongtian took out the 12th-grade Pure World White Lotus and officially conferred the title of Black Turtle.

After the canonization ceremony, a mysterious aura flew out from the twelfth-grade Pure World White Lotus and blessed Xuan Gui. Xuan Gui officially became the deputy leader of the Jie Sect.

Under the square, Duobao had an exclamation on his face, "I didn't expect that Senior Xuangui would also join us to teach us. This is the first living being in the world. Senior brother is very capable."

"Our Jiejiao sect is becoming more and more prosperous. If thousands of immortals come to court, what will the Chan sect do to fight us?"

Jin Guangxian said with pride that one day, sooner or later, he would let those disdainful disciples of the Chan Cult know who was the dragon and who was the worm.

Wuyunxian pulled the corner of Jinguangxian's clothes and frowned, "Say less about this in the future. Although the three religions are separated, they are all from the same sect after all."

Jinguangxian still muttered, "What is the same sect? The people of the Chanjiao think we are from the same sect?"

"You, please say less." Wuyunxian shook his head.

At this moment, the sound of the golden bell slowly fell in the Biyou Palace. The canonization ceremony ended, and the fortune of the Jiejiao became stronger and stronger.

Zhao Gongming lived on Jin'ao Island for another hundred years before returning to Mount Emei and Luofu Cave with Liu'er.

Time flies, and in a blink, thousands of years have passed. With the help of the space crystal, Zhao Gongming's cultivation has made great progress and reached the perfection of Daluo Jinxian. He is indeed the first person of the second generation of the saintly lineage.

In the past few thousand years, the prehistoric world has undergone great changes.

First of all, the thirty-three heavens were looted.

The looters were naturally the cultivators and tribes that the heavenly court had offended in recent years.

In addition to looting, they also destroyed everything from Taihuanghuang Zengtian to Daluotian, turning them into ruins.

But the legendary successor to the Demon King, Shijin Wulu Ya, never appeared from beginning to end.

Second, the remaining Wu clan in the original Buzhou Mountain site began to intermarry with the human race that had migrated to the periphery of Buzhou Mountain.

After intermarriage, the blood of the Wu clan dominated, about 60%, and the human blood accounted for 40%.

The Wu people born were born with supernatural powers and tough skin. Even if they did not practice, they were rare among mortals, with courage that could not be matched by ten thousand men.