"Can you two please stop arguing? You're going to be arguing every day."
Xuan Ming turned his eyes and glared at Gonggong angrily.
Gonggong, who was looking at Zhu Rong with disdain, shrank instantly.
Among the twelve ancestral witches, the one with the strongest cultivation is not the space witch Dijiang, nor the time witch Zhu Jiuyin, nor the other ancestral witches, but Xuan Ming.
Xuan Ming is the Ancestral Witch of Ice, or it can be said to be the Ancestral Witch of Rain, and she is truly the strongest.
Gonggong is afraid of Xuan Ming, and this is the reason why.
As the ancestral shaman of water, Gonggong was restrained by Xuan Ming in many aspects.
In the past fights, Gonggong was beaten violently by Xuan Ming every time. Over time, Gonggong could not help but feel a little afraid of Xuan Ming, the eldest sister.
At this moment Xuan Ming spoke, how dare Gonggong talk nonsense.
"What Zhu Jiuyin said is not unreasonable. Let Hou Yi handle this task. It would be more suitable to assassinate him."
Xuan Ming withdrew his gaze, pondered for a while, then turned to Hou Yi in the crowd.
After being stunned for a moment, Hou Yi nodded: "Okay, I will find a way to take his life."
"Well, the others are focusing on the Monster Clan, trying to bring more places in the wilderness under the control of our Witch Clan."
Xuan Ming was very satisfied with Hou Yi's answer, and then looked at the others.
Naturally, no one had any objections, and they repeatedly stated that they would do what they said.
"Remember, before the formation is thoroughly studied, don't conflict too much with the monsters. Even if we can win, we will suffer heavy casualties and give others an advantage."
Seeing that everyone was obeying her words, Xuan Ming immediately gave another instruction.
After chatting for a long time, the ancestor witches and the great witches dispersed.
On the Demon Court side, Wang Ping certainly cannot know what happened to the Witch Clan.
Resting, refining magic weapons, and exchanging spiritual blood are Wang Ping's current themes.
Wang Ping didn't give up until a few days later when the Demon Court had finished selecting all the creatures who wanted to join.
A total of more than a thousand spiritual bloods have been exchanged. Including the previous ones, it is almost a third of the 10,000 spiritual bloods.
Originally, Wang Ping planned to continue refining and exchange some with those who joined him and everyone in the Demon Court.
But after recruiting people, Donghuang Taiyi and Dijun said they had something important to announce.
In this way, Wang Pingping gave up temporarily. Anyway, he was not in a hurry to change the spiritual blood.
That guy Lao Hong, just let him stay in his spiritual state for a while longer.
With the people they recruited and selected some of the most capable people, the people from Demon Court returned to the Tiangong Hall.
"Today is a day worth remembering for our demon court. I want to announce a great event."
Looking at everyone in the hall with a smile, Donghuang Taiyi spoke.
Looking at Donghuang Taiyi's expression, everyone in the Demon Court had vaguely guessed something. After all, they were involved in this matter.
"In my Demon Court, with the consent of the saint, I now honor Saint Nuwa as the Saint of our Demon Clan, and confer Fu Xi as my Emperor Xi of the Demon Court. All living beings in the world can enter my Demon Court."
In the eyes of everyone, Donghuang Tai opened his mouth and his voice spread loudly.
With the great strength of Donghuang Taiyi, his voice spread throughout most of the wilderness.
One spread to ten, ten to a hundred, the news will gradually spread throughout the whole world, and all living creatures will know the news.
After hearing the news, the whole world was in a state of excitement and shock.
Saint Nuwa actually agreed to become a saint of the demon clan. It seems that the demon clan is about to rise!
For a time, many creatures were excited, thinking about whether they wanted the Demon Court?
Even in the territory controlled by the Witch Clan, many ethnic groups are hesitant and considering whether to embrace the Demon Court.
On the side of the witch clan, the ancestral witches who learned of the situation looked extremely ugly.
The ancestor witches and great witches who had just dispersed for a short time quickly gathered together again.
"What should we do? The Demon Court has the help of the holy Nuwa."
Wu Ping, the ancestor of Jin, clenched his teeth and his eyes kept changing.
Xuan Ming said: "It's still what I meant before. If you can't avoid conflicts, try not to cause conflicts. Hou Yi, you don't need to assassinate me."
"What do you mean, are you just going to sit back and watch the rise of the demon clan?"
Wu Qiangliang, the ancestor of thunder, clenched his fists and said angrily.
Xuan Ming said: "We just don't take the initiative, but we are not afraid of trouble. When fighting for territory, we have to fight when we should."
"If the Demon Court takes advantage of the opportunity to bully our Witch Clan, we will have to fight them when it's time to fight."
"But it's unnecessary. Don't force them to fight us to the death. The great formation is our trump card. With it, we, the Witch Clan, can ignore everything and completely crush the Monster Clan."
After listening to Xuan Ming's words, the ancestral witches nodded repeatedly, these words made sense.
Even if the Pangu's true body they gathered through the large formation does not have Pangu's full strength, it is still not something that everyone in the Demon Court can defeat now.
Even in the eyes of everyone in the Wu clan, even a saint does not have the qualifications.
The Pangu in everyone's memory is really too strong. Just a name called "powerful" can make people feel suffocated and can't help but feel respectful.
"The Demon Court is getting stronger and stronger!"
Wuzhuangguan, Zhen Yuanzi sighed, on the table in front of him was the Nine-Nine Soul Gourd of Hongyun Patriarch.
After a moment of silence, Patriarch Hongyun sighed: "Who says it's not the case? What I'm curious about is, what big thing did Fellow Daoist Brother Ping do?"
"In the past few days, there have been strange phenomena rising to the sky in the direction of Demon Court. It looks like a spiritual treasure has been born. Do you think it was Brother Ping who caused it?"
Zhen Yuanzi thought about it for a while and suddenly said.
Ancestor Hongyun replied: "It's really possible. Fellow Taoist brother Ping taught me the Xuantian weapon refining method, and it seems that I can refine that kind of magic weapon."
"Let me go, it's really Brother Ping, no, why did he go to the Demon Court?"
After being stunned for a moment, Zhen Yuanzi was surprised.
After another brief silence, Patriarch Hongyun sighed in a complex tone: "As expected, it should be to help me get the spiritual blood needed for resurrection."
"Well, it seems that this is really possible. Lao Hong, you are destined to owe Brother Ping a favor that you will never be able to repay no matter what!"
Zhen Yuanzi nodded and laughed.
Ancestor Hongyun replied: "Yes, it's impossible to pay it back no matter what!"
In the Netherworld Sea of Blood, Patriarch Styx grumbled and began to ponder.
Ancestor Styx is thinking about how to become a saint.
There are seven holy thrones, six of them have owners, but there is still one missing, just in case it is found out through research.
"Didn't the teacher not allow participation? Junior Sister Nuwa, what does this mean?"
In Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain, Yuanshi, who was meditating and pondering the holy method, frowned.
But soon, Yuan Shi shook his head to shake the thoughts out of his mind. Now that he was confused about becoming a saint, he had no time to figure out Nuwa's intentions.
Speaking of which, how do you become a saint? How about following the example of Junior Sister Nuwa and creating a group of beings from the heavenly clan and the spiritual clan?
Touching his chin, Yuan Shi fell into deep thought.
Qingqiu Fox Clan, the Supreme Being was deceived by Wang Ping and came here.
At this time, the Supreme Being was in a room, chatting with the Fox Ancestor of the Fox Clan.
Hearing Donghuang Taiyi's voice, the Supreme Being was just stunned for a moment and ignored it.
Talk to Yuanshi, and now he is full of ideas about how to become a saint.
But when things came to a close, when they arrived at the Fox Clan, the Supreme Being didn't know how to speak for a while.
He was a disciple of the Taoist Ancestor, and asked him to say that he wanted to find a wife in the Fox Clan and figure out how to become a saint. How could he have the nerve to say so!
