Chapter 90 Nannan: Another three-legged bird? I already have nine at home.

"I'm asking you a question, how many great witches are there in the witch clan now?" Yuan Meng said with a smile on his lips.

"Great witch? There are thousands of great witches." Di Jiang said slowly.

"Then if I say that there are tens of thousands of quasi-sages from the three Xiantian clans, and Da Luo exceeds a million, would you believe it?" Yuanmeng said lightly.

There was a hint of coldness in the eyes of the twelve ancestral witches. There were tens of thousands of quasi-sages, and more than a million of them.

"It is worth mentioning that whether it is the three innate clans or the ferocious beast clan, they are following the path of cultivating the great road, not the path of cultivating the heavenly path." Yuan Meng said slowly.

A wry smile appeared on the face of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

What Yuan Meng said was too scary. They never thought that after the decline of the three innate clans, there would still be such a huge foundation.

Thinking of this, and saying that he was stronger than the three innate tribes before, the Twelve Ancestral Witches felt a little hot on their faces.

"What about the ferocious beast clan, Your Majesty?" Hou Tu couldn't help but asked Yuan Meng.

Yuan Meng looked at Hou Tu: "The Ferocious Beast Clan is a clan that has existed since the beginning of the world. Among them, there is one ancestor and one emperor. The first ancestor refers to me. The one emperor refers to the emperor of the Ferocious Beast Clan, Shen Ni. Shen Ni is in the Ferocious Beast Clan. He was seriously injured during the Beast Tribulation and was on the verge of death. He is recovering now. After his recovery, there will be at least one sub-sage. Not counting divine rebellion, there are ten sub-sages in the ferocious beast clan. If they are quasi-sages, they should be more than one by now. It’s probably a hundred thousand, and as for Da Luo, it’s at least tens of millions. It’s been too long, so I don’t know for sure.”

Yuan Meng's words made the Twelve Ancestral Witches couldn't help but click their tongues for a while.

I originally thought that the three Xiantian clans were strong enough, but now they don't seem to be that good compared to the Ferocious Beast clan.

Then the Twelve Ancestral Witches expelled this idea from their minds. Bah, even if the three Xiantian clans can't compare to the Ferocious Beast clan, they are still much better than the Witch clan.

"Your Majesty, are you talking about these things just to attack us?" Di Jiang said with some toothache.

"Don't you realize that neither the three innate tribes nor the ferocious beast tribe have the idea of ​​​​fighting for hegemony?" Yuan Meng said with a smile.

The face of the Twelve Ancestral Witches became solemn. No matter whether they were the three innate clans or the ferocious beast clan, they were so powerful, but they had no idea of ​​fighting for hegemony.

If it were them, the Wu Clan would have started to push forward long ago if they had such strength.

But now that Yuan Meng asked this question, it made their hearts a little heavy.

"Do you still remember the question I asked you? Which race do you think will become the overlord of the ancient world?" Yuan Meng said slowly and looked at the twelve ancestral witches.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches shook their heads, they really didn't know now.

"Human race!!" Yuan Meng said lightly.

"Why?" Hou Tu was the first to ask. It didn't matter if it wasn't from the Xiantian Tribe or the Ferocious Beast Clan. It wasn't from the Demon Clan or the Witch Clan. But why was it a human race?

A race that could be completely wiped out by just one quasi-sage would actually become the overlord of the ancient world.

"Why? Whether it is the three innate clans, the ferocious beast clan, the demon clan, or the witch clan, they all have one thing in common, that is, they respect the leader of their respective clans, just like the witch clan respects the leader of the ten of you. The Second Ancestor Witch is respected, just as the demon clan respects Emperor Jun Taiyi, but who respects those saints?" Yuan Meng said with a deep look in his eyes.

The plain voice was like thunder, exploding in the minds of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

They ignored one thing, and that was the existence that now stood at the top of all living beings, the saint! !

That is the existence at the top of the ancient food chain.

Regardless of whether it is the three innate clans, the ferocious beast clan, or the demon clan, there is no one in the Wu clan who respects the saint.

Now that the saint has not taken action, it does not mean that he will not take action.

The human race is the race that the saint is optimistic about.

Moreover, the human race has talent and perseverance. Although they are born as weak as ants, their potential is not comparable to that of other prehistoric ethnic groups.

Every human race has infinite possibilities and unlimited potential.

Although the power of blood is weak, there is no restriction by blood.

The power of the blood of other ethnic groups determines the upper limit of potential, but the human race has no such restrictions.

As a Witch Clan that has been intermarried with humans for thousands of years, the Witch Clan has more potential than any other prehistoric race in this regard.

A bitter smile appeared on Hou Tu's face. It seemed that both the witch clan and the demon clan had underestimated those saints. It seemed that after becoming saints, they were all in their own dojo.

It's not that they don't take action, but that they know that the Lich is destined to lose both sides, so why bother taking action now? It would be better to wait for the two lich clans to kill each other.

"Your Majesty, I'm not just here to talk about this." Hou Tu then thought of the reason why Yuan Meng came here.

Yuanmeng said with a smile.

"You don't have to hold anything back in this war. Fight with all your strength. Don't be afraid of death. I will help you survive the war." Yuan Meng said slowly.

This is a rare life and death test.

There is great terror between life and death, but there is also great opportunity. After experiencing this war, when they return again, at least they will be the Yashengs.

As for achieving Hunyuan?

This road is too difficult, their accumulation is not enough, and it still takes time.

The twelve ancestral witches are all qualified to achieve Hunyuan. This is also because they were transformed by Pangu's essence and blood, but they are only qualifications. How can Hunyuan Golden Immortal be achieved so easily.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches nodded.

After Yuan Meng's instruction, they have understood that it is impossible to dominate the prehistoric world. Otherwise, the three innate tribes and the fierce beast tribe are stronger than the two tribes of witches and liches.

But they did not do it because of the existence of the six saints in the world.

Time passed slowly.

Yuan Meng left the witch tribe.

In the same chaos, in the Wa Palace.

Di Jun was followed by a timid little boy, with a trace of fear and confusion in the boy's eyes. He was the tenth prince of Jinwu, also the youngest Jinwu.

"Nuwa, Xiao Shi is troublesome to you." Di Jun had an ugly smile on his face. The high-spirited emperor of heaven was gone.

Now Di Jun is just an old father who avenges his son.

Nuwa looked at the tenth prince of Jinwu and sighed, "There is no way out if you do this."

"Nuwa, there are some things I must do." Di Jun said with determination in his eyes.

"In that case, go ahead." Nuwa looked at the Tenth Prince of Jinwu, who was later known as Lu Ya Taoist, and also the Buddhist Wuchao Zen Master.

"Thank you, Nuwa, Xiao Shi, listen to what Nuwa said." Di Jun said to his youngest son with a smile.

"I know, father, why don't you come to pick me up earlier?" The Tenth Prince whispered to Di Jun.

Di Jun was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face: "Okay, father will pick you up after finishing his business."

Then Di Jun left Chaos directly and returned to the Heavenly Palace to see the Empress Chang Xi: "I have handed Xiao Shi over to Nuwa, you don't have to worry about his safety."

"Yes." Chang Xi nodded, with endless sadness in her eyes.

Time passed slowly.

The Heavenly Palace was making the final preparations before the war.

One hundred thousand years was just a blink of an eye for the prehistoric creatures.

One hundred thousand years was neither long nor short.

The Wu Clan was also making the final preparations.

Endless killing aura appeared between heaven and earth.

Nuwa, with the Tenth Prince of Jinwu, came directly to Chaos Island.

Nuwa brought the Tenth Prince of Jinwu here because she remembered that there was a Fusang sacred tree on Chaos Island, and this was also the most suitable place for the Jinwu clan.

"Little girl!!" A little Loli riding a black and white ball rushed directly to Nuwa.

"Nannan." Nuwa looked at Nannan with a smile on her face.

"Huh? Here comes another three-legged bird." Nannan looked at the Tenth Prince and instantly saw through the Tenth Prince's true form.

Nuwa looked at Nannan with some doubts: "Nannan, do you know him?"

"Huh? There are nine more on our tree, the big fiery red tree." Nannan didn't know what the Fusang tree was called, but she knew the color of the Fusang tree.

Nuwa brought the Tenth Prince to the front of the Fusang tree on Chaos Island with a strange look in her eyes.

"Big brother, second brother, third brother..." The Tenth Prince of Jinwu looked at the Nineth Prince of Jinwu on the Fusang tree and recognized him instantly.

“So that’s how it is.” Nuwa’s eyes showed a hint of enlightenment. It was Yuan Meng who saved the nine little golden crows.