"The Demon King has his orders, and I must obey them."
Kunpeng nodded solemnly and agreed to Di Jun's request.
Because he was greedy for Luohou's treasure, he was trapped in the wilderness and unable to escape. It was the many plans of Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi that allowed him to escape from that hellish place. Kunpeng had no reason to refuse, both emotionally and rationally.
Although Xihuang and Xihe did not speak, the slight movement of their eyes showed their attitudes. Silence and silence meant no rejection.
Emperor Jun has given them enough face, and they cannot remain indifferent.
Reciprocity of courtesy will last long.
After taking down the three gangsters, Di Jun secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Donghuang Taiyi plus Kunpeng, Xihuang, and Xihe were almost certain to level the ancient battlefield and purify the dark matter.
At the same time, the major powerful clans will also come up with some of their secrets. All the clans in the wild will take action together, and people with great supernatural powers will be in charge. If the dark turmoil cannot be solved, then things will be really difficult.
Looking back at the demon saints and demon gods, Di Jun said solemnly: "Let's all go back and prepare for war. This time we must put down all the darkness."
The senior leaders of the Monster Clan dispersed, and the war began at this moment.
As expected by Emperor Jun, all the top powerful clans have successively figured out the location of the source of darkness, and all of them are troubled by it.
The Guhun Youquan located in the ancient battlefield has tens of thousands of demonic creatures comparable to Daluo, which scares all the top powerful clans.
There are tens of thousands of Daluo, and no clan in the entire world can match them. Even the Dragon clan at its peak cannot gather so many masters.
The source of darkness must be purified. What should we do if the remaining thoughts left by the ancient strong men in the ancient battlefield are demonized?
The top powerful clans can only think of one way, to unite!
Any clan that rushes into the ancient battlefield alone will never be able to compete with the tens of thousands of demonic creatures that are comparable to Daluo. Even if it relies on the clan's heritage to defeat them, it will definitely be a miserable victory.
No one wants to severely damage the vitality of the ethnic group due to a war, and alliance is the best solution.
All races in the prehistoric era jointly attacked, and the last bit was evenly divided. Even if there was a loss, it was within the tolerable range.
With the idea that everyone must die together and live together, since they cannot bear all the risks themselves, all races in the prehistoric era once again organized themselves spontaneously and jointly fought on the ancient battlefield, just to purify the source of the spread of dark matter.
Since it is a union, it is inevitable to find a leader. The choice of all the races in the prehistoric era is surprisingly unanimous, that is Demon Emperor Jun.
The Monster Clan is one of the two major overlords in the world. Their strength is not inferior to that of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Tribes at their peak. The overall composition of the Monster Clan is extremely complex. They are closely related to all races in the Wilderness and are intricately intertwined.
Moreover, Dijun himself is a man of great talent and courage, and can generally ensure that every race is treated fairly. Choosing Dijun is the most appropriate choice.
All the tribes in the wild came to seek cooperation. They also recognized the current situation and elected him as the leader of the coalition. Emperor Jun himself took over without hesitation.
It has been planned for a long time, so why bother pretending? Apart from Di Jun, no one else can be the leader of the coalition of all races in the wild.
Although the strength of the Witch Clan is comparable to that of the Demon Clan, or even slightly stronger, the Space Ancestor Witch Emperor Jiang Zhi is not inferior to Di Jun in terms of his courage and magnanimity.
However, the Wu Clan's way of life is too domineering, and it extremely excludes other races except the Wu Clan. The prehistoric tribes are not mentally ill, so how can they come to the Wu Clan and stick their hot face to their cold butt.
With the support of all the tribes in the prehistoric times, Emperor Jun immediately started to prepare for the conquest of the ancient battlefield. He was very busy mobilizing troops and generals and arranging tactics.
All the races in the prehistoric world united, each came up with some information, and after piecing together tens of thousands of Daluo masters, the number was only much more than the demonized ancient strongman Can Nian on the ancient battlefield.
With tens of thousands of Daluo masters gathered together, as well as Donghuang Taiyi, Kunpeng, Xihuang, Xihe and other great magical powers, both Emperor Jun and the talkers from the top powerful clans thought that this wave was stable.
The mere source of darkness will eventually crumble and turn into nothingness in the face of this powerful force.
However, things in the world are unpredictable, and just when all the races in the ancient world were preparing to destroy the darkness in one fell swoop, an accident happened again.
The source of the darkness, the Demon Ancestor Luohu who created the dark matter, is about to be born again.
The sun is warm, the sea breeze is gentle, the trees are green, and the blue waves are rippling.
On the small island with beautiful scenery, Wan Baocai paced back and forth boredly, his eyes occasionally glancing at the black lotus that was emitting a hazy purple light in the center of the lake in the center of the island.
Seeing the hazy purple light and the rich aura of the black lotus, Wan Baocai was so greedy that he wanted to snatch the black lotus and run away immediately.
For a greedy person like him, having a treasure right in front of him but not being able to get it is the most painful torture.
But he also knew clearly that he couldn't throw away the watermelon and pick up sesame seeds. Compared with Luo Hou's entire inheritance, a black lotus could only be regarded as an appetizer.
In order to get all of Luo Hou's inheritance, he had to endure his greed and vent his resentment on Li Che.
"Li Che, you bastard."
Ever since he became a adoptive father to Luo Hou, Luo Hou had entered a state of seclusion before he could show off his skills in front of Luo Hou, leaving him with nowhere to display his talents.
It was just that he failed to show his filial piety to his adoptive father. What he couldn't accept the most was that in these years, he had become Luo Hou's watchdog without any other income.
If it were before, he would have tricked at least one or two adoptive fathers to death and gained a lot of benefits.
This kind of day of sitting on an isolated island with no benefits in his arms made him couldn't help but feel that he had been deceived by Li Che.
But he couldn't let go of the temptation of Luo Hu's inheritance. Even though he felt extremely unhappy, he persisted until today.
Luo Hou's wealth and wealth are beyond the comparison of ordinary foster fathers. If Luo Hou is killed in a trap, he will be completely prosperous.
"You'd better not fool me, otherwise."
Whispering through gritted teeth, Wan Baocai swore to his beloved treasure that if Li Che played tricks on him, he would never be done with Li Che.
A money addict who loves money even if his life goes crazy is often more terrifying than a madman.
Boom~
At this time, the black lotus slowly bloomed, and a ray of magic light shot straight into the nine heavens, tearing apart thousands of miles of void. The clear sky instantly turned into dense haze, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing and heavy.
The sudden change shocked Wan Baocai, and then he seemed to understand something. He quickly knelt down and shouted in a very respectful voice: "The child welcomes his adoptive father out of confinement."
A filial son’s treasure is now online!
His face and eyes were full of respect for his adoptive father. He regarded his adoptive father as the highest belief in his heart. It seemed that he really regarded his adoptive father as his biological father.
This is the power of Wan Baocai. His acting skills have reached the pinnacle. Before his true face is exposed, he will always be Luo Hou's obedient son, loyal to Luo Hou and extremely respectful.
The highest level of deceiving others is to deceive yourself.
Failing this, Wan Baocai would be embarrassed to call himself the foster father killer.
"Um"
A soft chant, with a vast and boundless power, dispersed the haze and darkness in the sky, and the world returned to its original appearance.
Under the sunlight, the magic light surrounding the black lotus dissipated instantly, and a tall and domineering terrifying demonic figure sat on the black lotus platform.
It was with the help of the Heavenly Demon Tower that he recalled the God-killing Spear, absorbed the essence remaining in the God-killing Spear, and returned the Demon Ancestor Luohou to his peak state.
(End of chapter)
