The battle was earth-shattering, and the two tribes of lich and demons were fighting to the death.
More and more people from both tribes died, and the bodies of all the dead were snatched away by Wang Ping without exception.
For the sake of authenticity, the two Lich clans did not just pretend to be dead. They would pretend to be injured and bleed, but they just avoided the vital points.
The two sides fought for several months, and the nearby ground was completely destroyed, and the whole earth was stained red with blood.
Feeling that it was almost done, Wang Ping sent a message asking both parties to stop.
"This matter will not be settled like this. The people of the Demon Court, please remember to our Witch Clan that the two great witches of our Witch Clan will be killed with irreconcilable hatred."
The Twelve Ancestral Witches spoke harshly and pretended to be so.
Not to be outdone, the Demon Court's side shouted, "Kill my nine beloved sons and have your entire Wu clan buried with them. Hou Yi is just the beginning."
"We are waiting. Either you, the Demon Court, will die, or our Witch Clan will die. With you, the Demon Court, without our Witch Clan, with my Witch Clan, without you, the Demon Clan."
The Wu clan responded, shouting slogans loudly.
Wang Ping was almost amused. If he hadn't known earlier, he would have thought these guys had such deep hatred.
However, if his brother Ping hadn't intervened, the hatred between the two parties would have been countless times worse than this.
Leaving harsh words behind, both parties left.
Wang Ping followed the people from Demon Court and returned to Demon Court.
After the fight, everyone in Demon Court gained a lot, and many people ran to retreat.
"Brother Ping, I have left the Demon Court to you. Please let me know if anything happens."
Without saying anything, Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi ran away.
Wang Ping was speechless. Nothing seemed to happen next, just some minor friction.
Because the two sides found that neither one could do anything about the other, and the fight was in vain.
The next big thing was that Gonggong and Zhu Rong fought and collapsed Mount Buzhou.
Wang Ping, who understood the situation, handed over the affairs of the Demon Court to Shang Yang and others, and quietly slipped out of the Demon Court.
It was absolutely impossible for Gonggong and Zhu Rong to fight now. He had to go to the Wu Clan to watch and see what was going on.
After quietly leaving the Demon Court, Wang Ping appeared in the Witch Clan as Wu Zhan.
"Will Zhu Rong and the Communist Union fight next and die together?"
In the secret room of the Wu clan, Xuan Ming asked Wang Ping.
Nodding, Wang Ping said: "It's not wrong, I want to see what's going on."
"But to be on the safe side, I will put Gonggong away first and let me pretend to be Gonggong."
Xuan Ming had no objection to Wang Ping's proposal.
After a while, Wang Ping found Gonggong and explained the situation to him.
"Of course there is no problem. Everywhere you practice, you practice."
Gonggong smiled and agreed. Now the twelve ancestral witches all knew the beginning and end of the Lich Tribulation and what they would each encounter.
Since there was no problem, Wang Ping was not a Moji person, so he directly put Gonggong into the Demon Refining Pot.
"Brother Ping, I have always been curious, where did you do them?"
After feeling curiously and not feeling any aura from Gonggong, Xuan Ming asked doubtfully.
Wang Ping smiled, turned over the demon refining pot and appeared.
"What, in here?"
Xuan Ming was stunned, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.
After all, no matter how you look at it, it's no different than being locked in a cage.
Taking back the demon refining pot, Wang Ping explained with a smile: "This is one of my magic weapons. Come and have a look with me and you will understand."
After pondering for a while, Xuan Ming nodded.
With a thought in his mind, Wang Ping swept Xuan Ming and disappeared.
In the demon refining pot space, Xian'er was talking to Gonggong who had just been admitted.
Seeing Wang Ping and Xuan Ming who had just come in, Xianer immediately said hello to Wang Ping.
"Xian'er, don't be too polite. Let me introduce you. This is the ancestral witch Xuanming, and that is the ancestral witch Gonggong."
Helplessly shaking his head at Xian'er, Wang Ping introduced.
Xian'er nodded and greeted the two of them.
"Xuan Ming, she is the spirit of this pot, Xian'er."
After introducing Gonggong and Xuan Ming, Wang Ping turned to introduce Xian'er.
After the three of them got to know each other, Wang Ping, Xian'er, Xuan Ming and Gong Gong started walking around the Demon Refining Pot space.
Xuan Ming and Gonggong were shocked when they saw that everything was no different from the outside, but better in many aspects.
Especially Xuan Ming, who had seen the demon refining pot, would never have thought that such a world would appear in such a small pot.
After wandering around for a while, Wang Ping took the two of them to the development space.
Although the current demon refining pot space is about one-tenth the size of the prehistoric period.
However, the developed space is only one-thousandth of this one-tenth.
And undeveloped space cannot accommodate things.
Because Wang Ping said that many people were going to be installed, the people in the Demon Refining Pot were currently being developed in full swing.
His eyes swept over the people in the demon refining pot one by one. When he saw the people of the Demonic Dragon Clan, Xuan Ming was slightly shocked.
Xuan Ming had experienced that era back then. Although she had never seen the form of the Demonic Dragon Clan when they transformed into human form, she could feel the aura.
"He, they are the Dark Demonic Dragon Clan?"
A trace of fear flashed in Xuan Ming's eyes. Although his strength has improved greatly now, he still dare not ignore these dark dragons that caused earth-shaking trouble back then.
Wang Ping smiled and nodded: "Yes, I rescued them. They are with me now. They are my own people. There is no need to worry about them causing trouble."
At this time, the Dark Demon Dragon King noticed Wang Ping's arrival, stopped what he was doing and ran over.
"Master, why did you come in when you had time?"
"Why, you don't want me to come in!"
Wang Ping asked, looking at the Dark Demon Dragon King with a smile.
The Dark Demon Dragon King hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, I think the master must be very busy, how can he be free?"
"You can have it if you want."
Wang Ping smiled and stopped teasing the Dark Demon Dragon King. Wang Ping gave a brief introduction to both parties.
After listening to Wang Ping's introduction, the Dark Demon Dragon King said hello enthusiastically.
"Come inside and you will be my brother. If you have any questions, please tell me. If you can help, I will definitely help."
Patting his chest, the Dark Demon Dragon King looked at Xuan Ming and Gong Gongdao with a smile.
Xuan Ming and Gonggong were dumbfounded. Is this the king of the dark dragon clan who turned the world upside down?
If they hadn't repeatedly confirmed that the aura and strength on their bodies were correct, both Xuan Ming and Gonggong would have suspected someone was pretending to be someone.
After a while, the two of them came back to their senses and looked at Wang Ping with complicated eyes.
As expected of Brother Ping, he is capable of things that others cannot.
Even the unruly Dark Demon Dragon clan obediently chose to follow.
Moreover, this space magic weapon is not something that ordinary people can possess.
"Haha, the Creation Yuan Stone has been released, so I feel like there is a treasure in this place."
In the distance, a loud laughter suddenly came over.
The voice heard was none other than Hou Yi.
"What, the Creation Yuan Stone?"
Xuan Ming and Gonggong were stunned, their expressions slightly stiff.
This is a treasure that can improve comprehension and enable people to suddenly understand magical powers. It has long been absent in today's prehistoric times. How could it appear here?
