Crossing chat group: After listening to the advice, I dominate the prehistoric world

Chapter 228: The battle between heaven and earth! A battle between saints that determines the order of the ancient world?

At the edge of the Netherworld Sea of ​​Blood, Zhen Yuanzi held the Book of Earth in his hand and observed the movements in the Netherworld with a serious expression.

He hesitated again and again, but in the end he did not have the courage to step into the unknown netherworld. He knew that although he had great strength, in the face of the great changes that were about to unfold, he might just be an insignificant bystander.

In the underworld, the atmosphere was extremely tense at this moment.

The figure of Hongjun Daozu stood there like a towering mountain. His eyes were cold and deep, as if he could see through all illusions.

Nuwa stood on the side of Hongjun with a helpless expression on her face. She glanced at Houtu with a complex emotion in her eyes, but she finally chose to stand on the side of Hongjun. After all, she is still a saint of heaven.

As for Fuxi, he retreated far away at this time, looking like he had no intention of participating in this fight.

Seeing this situation, the old man of the Styx suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of crisis surge in his heart.

He raised his head and looked in the direction of Hongjun and the witch ancestors, thinking to himself: "In this situation, what should I do? If I stand on Hongjun's side, I'm afraid I will offend the witch clan; if I stand on the side of the witch clan, I'm afraid I will anger Hongjun..."

The old man of the Styx was hesitant.

Fortunately, no one, whether from Hongjun's side or Zuwu's side, paid attention to him.

In the end, he chose to quietly step aside, just like Fuxi, and wait and see what would happen. He knew that he could only play the role of a bystander in this great change.

When Zhen Yuanzi saw the appearance of the Styx in the Netherworld Sea of ​​Blood, he couldn't help but curl his lips, but didn't say much.

Under their intense gaze, Daozu Hongjun swept his eyes across everyone present and finally fixed on Houtu and other ancestor witches.

His voice was cold and majestic, as if carrying an endless sense of oppression: "You, the Wu Clan, since you have gained the merits of the earth today and become the earth saints, you should guard the netherworld from now on and not interfere in other affairs of the prehistoric world."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the witch ancestors became furious.

Although their witch tribe acts in a domineering manner, they also have their own dignity and pride.

Now Hongjun actually wants to completely seal them off in the Netherworld, which is undoubtedly an insult to their Wu clan.

The figure of the ancestor of witch Dijiang flashed, and he stood in the front. He glared at Hongjun and his voice exploded like thunder: "Hongjun, you are just a saint of heaven, what qualifications do you have to point fingers at my witch clan? It is not your turn to interfere in my witch clan's actions!"

Zhurong, Gonggong and other ancestor witches also stepped forward. The aura they exuded was as violent as a volcanic eruption, as if they were going to overturn the entire underworld.

Hongjun's face darkened. He didn't expect these ancient witches to be so arrogant and dare to openly resist his will.

However, he is the spokesperson for Heaven after all, and he has his own dignity and bottom line.

He snorted coldly, raised his hand and waved it, and an invisible force pressed towards the witch ancestors.

"boom!"

This force is so powerful that it seems to be able to suppress all resistance.

Di Jiang and others also felt tremendous pressure for a moment, and even found it difficult to stand straight.

However, at this moment——

"Buzz!"

A brilliant golden light suddenly shot up into the sky from the depths of the Netherworld and directly met the power of Hongjun.

This golden light was emitted by the Twelve-Level Purple Lotus of Reincarnation in Houtu's hand. After absorbing the merits of the earth, its power increased greatly, and at this moment it could actually compete with Hongjun's power.

Hongjun was slightly stunned, obviously not expecting Houtu to be able to block his attack.

His eyes were as fast as lightning as he glanced at Hou Tu again, and his heart sank.

At this time, Hou Tu was actually in perfect harmony with the Six Paths of Reincarnation. With the help of the power of the underground tunnel, she actually exuded a pressure that was no less than his own!
Hongjun also knew that Houtu had now become a true saint, and the other ancestor witches had also greatly increased in strength. If they really fought to the death, even he would find it difficult to suppress them.

Fortunately, he was not here alone at this time.

He glanced indifferently at the Three Pure Ones, the Two Saints of the West, and Nuwa, the six people behind him.

The Six Saints also knew that they could not dodge, so they all took a step forward, each of them emitting the pressure of a saint!

The difference is that Yuanshi and the Two Saints of the West are eager to kill the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Laozi is determined to support Hongjun, Tongtian is more casual, and Nuwa does not want to conflict with the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but she has no choice.

In an instant, the entire underworld was shaking violently under the pressure from both sides.

Countless dead souls in the underworld lay prone, each one in panic, fearing that they would be reduced to ashes if they were not careful.

The situation in the underworld is becoming increasingly tense.

The confrontation between Hongjun and other ancestor witches such as Houtu became the focus of the entire prehistoric world.

In the eyes of many people, a confrontation between the Heavenly Dao camp and the Earthly Dao camp was inevitable this time, and everyone was on edge for a moment.

After all, the outcome of this confrontation will affect the order of the ancient world.

In the outer starry sky.

Inside the Sun Palace, the atmosphere was extremely tense and full of anticipation.

Di Jun sat in the main hall, his eyes fixed in the direction of the Netherworld, his gloomy expression revealing a barely perceptible excitement.

If the Wu Clan could fight with Hongjun Daozu and his men, it would be best if both sides were defeated. Then the Demon Clan could take the opportunity to rise up and become the new masters of the prehistoric world.

Thinking of this, a gleam of light flashed in Di Jun's eyes. He looked at the ten demon saints below and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, today's event is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for our demon race. The confrontation between the Wu clan and Hongjun Daozu will surely cause great changes in the prehistoric world. What we have to do is to wait and see what happens and wait for the best opportunity."

Upon hearing this, the ten demon saints all nodded in agreement.

They all understood what Di Jun meant, which was nothing more than being prepared. If the Wu Clan was directly killed by Hongjun and his men, that would naturally be the best, but if the Wu Clan was not destroyed, they could completely give the Wu Clan a fatal blow at the critical moment and completely eliminate this old enemy!

When they thought of this, they couldn't help but rub their hands.

In fact, what they didn’t know was that what Di Jun was thinking at this time was more exciting than what they were thinking.

Emperor Jun even wondered what would happen if the Three Pure Ones, the Two Saints of the West, Nuwa, and even Hongjun all perished together with the Wu Clan!
By then, he will be the only one in the prehistoric world holding the Hongmeng Purple Qi. As long as he can prove his truth and become a saint, he can truly dominate the prehistoric world and replace Hongjun’s original position!
The more Di Jun thought about it, the more excited he became. He was looking forward to the Twelve Ancestral Witches starting a fight with Hongjun and the others!
In this tense atmosphere, Hou Tu suddenly spoke up: "This place is not suitable for fighting. If you want to fight, why don't you go to the Chaos to fight?"

Hongjun glanced at the countless terrified undead souls below, and knew that if he forced a war with Houtu and the others here, he would also have to bear a lot of karma. Although it didn't affect him much, he didn't want to cause trouble for himself for no reason.

So, Hongjun nodded and said coldly: "If that's the case, let's go!"

Di Jiang snorted coldly: "Then let's go to the Chaos and fight to decide the outcome!"

Following the decision of Hou Tu and Hong Jun, the strong men from both camps set out one after another, preparing to go into the chaos to start a tremendous battle.

This battle not only concerns the honor and status of the Earthly and Heavenly camps, but will also affect the order and future of the entire prehistoric world.

The ancestor of the Styx stood in the underworld, watching Houtu and the others leaving, and felt unprecedented excitement in his heart.

When he saw Fuxi rushing towards Chaos, Minghe no longer hesitated. He turned into a stream of light and followed closely behind him, also rushing towards Chaos.

Zhen Yuanzi stood at the edge of the Netherworld Blood Sea, his eyes gleaming with determination. He knew the importance of this battle, and decided not to hesitate any longer. Holding the Earth Book in hand, he dashed towards the direction of chaos. He wanted to witness this duel that could change the history of the prehistoric world, and at the same time, he also wanted to find a glimmer of opportunity for his future.

In the North Sea, Kunpeng spread his wings and flew high, his huge body streaking a brilliant light in the sky. As one of the top masters in the prehistoric world, he naturally would not miss this great battle. Although he had to pass through the outer space to go to Chaos, he might run into Di Jun and his group, but he felt that Di Jun and his group might not be interested in him now. So, he flapped his wings and crossed the endless space, flying towards Chaos.

Above West Kunlun, Queen Mother of the West was covered in rosy clouds, her face dignified and majestic. She was also full of anticipation for the battle between the earth and heaven camps. As soon as she moved, she disappeared from the spot, appeared in the outer space, and headed straight for the chaos.

In the East China Sea, Zhulong let out a long roar, and the sound shook the entire sea area. As an ancient quasi-saint, Zhulong was also very interested in this battle. He briefly explained to the dragon clan, and his figure turned into a stream of light, instantly crossing the endless sea area and flying towards the direction of chaos.

In the outer space, Di Jun and other powerful demons stood in the Sun Palace, looking in the direction of Chaos, their eyes flashing with excitement. After some discussion, they decided to go to Chaos to watch the battle. Di Jun personally led the ten demon saints, and disappeared in the starry sky in a flash.

In the Heavenly Palace, the witches of the Wu Clan, such as Dayi, Xingtian, and Jiufeng, also headed to Primal Chaos. As the top warriors of the Wu Clan, they naturally wanted to strengthen the momentum of the ancestors of the Wu Clan. Their figures turned into streams of light, and in an instant they crossed the Netherworld Sea of ​​Blood and rushed towards Primal Chaos.

In addition to these top masters of the prehistoric world, many other masters also set out and headed towards Primal Chaos. Some of them came to watch the battle, and some to look for opportunities.

For a moment, the attention of the entire prehistoric world was focused on the chaos. Even those who did not set out there were trying every means to explore the situation in the outer space. No one wanted to miss it.

……

In the chaos, the strong men from the earthly and heavenly camps finally gathered together and confronted each other with great momentum.

They were surrounded by chaotic energy, as if creating the atmosphere for the upcoming war.

Hongjun stood in front of the Six Saints of the Primordial World, his face stern and his eyes as sharp as torches, scanning the powerful men of the Witch Clan opposite him.

He spoke slowly, his voice cold and majestic: "Since you have decided to fight, I would like to ask you one question. If you lose, will you really stay in the netherworld as you said before and no longer interfere in other affairs of the prehistoric world?"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Jiang, the ancestor of witches, did not respond directly, but turned around and looked at Hou Tu.

Hou Tu nodded slightly, with a determined light flashing in her eyes.

After receiving Hou Tu's confirmation, Di Jiang sneered and responded to Hong Jun: "Hong Jun, since you have spoken, we will keep our word. But if we win, what will you do?"

Hongjun raised his eyebrows, as if he did not expect the Wu clan to make such a request.

Although he did not think that his side would lose, if he did not give these ancient witches a satisfactory bargaining chip, the other side would most likely not fight.

He pondered for a moment, then said calmly: "If you win, the Heavenly Dao camp will give you corresponding compensation."

Zhu Rong asked: "What corresponding compensation? Please explain it clearly!"

Hongjun took a deep breath. He knew that he could not be vague at this moment and had to give a specific answer.

He glanced at the Three Pure Ones, the Two Saints of the West, and Nuwa behind him. The Three Pure Ones and the Two Saints of the West all nodded slightly, indicating that they agreed with his decision. As for Nuwa, she just stood there with a calm expression, but her attitude alone was not important.

Then, Hongjun spoke slowly, his voice echoing in the chaos: "If you win, the Heavenly Dao will no longer interfere in the affairs of the Netherworld, and the Netherworld will be completely governed by you, the Wu Clan. In addition, the Heavenly Dao will recognize the Wu Clan's status in the prehistoric world. The Wu Clan will no longer be regarded as an alien species in the prehistoric world, but a part of the prehistoric world. In addition, the Heavenly Dao camp will provide the Wu Clan with certain resource support to help the Wu Clan develop."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the witch ancestors showed satisfied smiles on their faces.

They knew that such conditions were already generous enough and were the biggest concession Hongjun could make.

The ancestor of the Dijiang witch laughed loudly, and his voice echoed in the chaos: "Okay! Hongjun, if you keep your word, then our witch clan will accompany you to the end!"

As Dijiang finished speaking, the atmosphere in both camps instantly became extremely tense. In the chaos, it seemed as if an invisible force was brewing, waiting for the moment to explode.

At the same time, the top masters of the prehistoric world, such as the Styx Patriarch, Zhen Yuanzi, Kunpeng, Queen Mother of the West, and Zhulong, also rushed to the edge of the battlefield. They stood in the distance, staring at the center of the battlefield, their hearts full of expectation and curiosity.

Di Jun and other powerful demons also came to the edge of the battlefield. Although they stood on the side of the Heavenly Dao camp, they had their own plans in mind. They quietly watched the battlefield, waiting for the best opportunity to come.

The great wizards of the wizard clan, such as Dayi, Xingtian, Jiufeng, etc., stood on the side of the underground camp. Their eyes were firm and sharp, full of desire for victory.

The eyes of the entire prehistoric world were focused on this great battle in the chaos, nervously waiting for the battle to begin.

But at such a critical moment, Hongjun's expression suddenly changed, and his gaze suddenly moved away from the ancient witches and turned to the prehistoric land.

Because, at this moment, another thing suddenly happened without any warning - Lu Yun suddenly appeared in Shouyang Mountain with a group of human warriors!
(End of this chapter)