Dragons only want to be in the water, and don't like to stay in the wilderness

Chapter 468: Too Few Ancestral Witches
A conspiracy against heaven.

But at the same time, it is also a self-rescue for them.

They have been fooled too many times. This time, Zhushen and Zulong quietly replaced the natural emperor, and they felt the crisis.

"We need to be clear about this."

The Sun Cult leader's eyes fell on the black tortoise: "Why did you come to us to tell us this news?"

"Then why did the Great God Black Turtle reveal the identities of those two people?"

"Not only that, the Great God Black Turtle also asked before, is Luohou okay? Could it be that Luohou is not dead?"

The black tortoise smiled and said, "Replying to the Sun Cult Master, I don't know why the ancestor did this, and I don't know whether the great god Luohou will be resurrected."

"I just came to tell everyone the news. After that, the ancestor told me to run as far away as possible and never come back."

After Xuangui finished speaking, he bowed to the people around him, and before he knew it, the leaders had surrounded him.

"Everyone, the black tortoise is leaving."

When he left here, the faces of the leaders became even more interesting.

"Three thousand years is not a long time for us, but something needs to start."

The leader of Tianji looked towards the Buzhou Mountain and said, "Why don't we take this opportunity to go see the bloodline of the Father God at the foot of the mountain?"

His proposal was approved by everyone. For them, it would not take much time to reach the foot of Mount Buzhou.

Then, streams of light, carried by the road, approached the foot of Mount Buzhou.

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, Chen Zhu, also known as Zhu Jiuyin, raised his eyes and felt the fluctuations of the Great Dao.

This has nothing to do with spiritual consciousness, but is related to the ability of the ancestor witch himself.

They are born with a sense of the avenue that is close to them, and are the carriers of the avenue of power. Chen Zhu sensed that time was being pushed aside by the avenues.

"Brother, did you sense it?"

Chen Zhu stood up and looked towards Dijiang.

Because at this time Di Jiang had already stood up and looked towards the Buzhou Sky Wall.

"I sensed it."

Di Jiang nodded: "Brothers and sisters, get up quickly, there are guests coming."

The ancestor witches stood up, and Xuanming subconsciously worried, "Could it be that something happened to Sister Hou Tu?"

She was very worried about Hou Tu, worried that something might happen to her.

After all, he had left quietly before to go to Zixiao Palace to listen to the teachings.

Not to mention the long journey, even if we get there, the only people who can go to the Purple Sky Palace are the most powerful in the world. If we provoke them and something unexpected happens...

Xuan Ming no longer dared to think about it. She only had this one sister. Hou Tu usually kept everything to herself. If she was bullied...

"Don't think too much."

Chen Zhu coughed dryly: "The person who came here has no intention of killing."

Almost soon after they stood up, all kinds of miracles appeared in the heaven and earth.

A flower bloomed with six petals, and then the whole world bloomed with six petals.

Flowers grow in the mountains, on the trees, on the rocks, in the clouds, and in the wind, and then fall down.

So the whole world is full of petals.

Chen Zhu lowered his head and saw ice crystals continuously growing on the ground, but the ice crystals were not cold.

Then, the sky became brightly lit, as if a huge sun was emerging.

No, it was a new sun that came from the sky and gradually transformed into a golden-robed Daluo Jinxian.

It is that:

A little true fire can burn the world.

The leader looked up day and night.

The stars are like crumbs in the palm of your hand,
To burn out the Yang, there is no need for the sky!
The Sun Lord is here!

The ancient witches looked up and saw that the Taoist had descended from the clouds and was no taller than them.

"Everyone of Pangu's bloodline, the sun is here to pay its respects."

Di Jiang stepped forward and said, "Sun Cult Master, I heard that there is a great sect in this world that expounds the power of the sun. Wherever it passes, all evil will not invade, and all demons cannot get close. Are you the leader of that sect?"

"It's down."

While the Sun Cult leader was speaking, one leader after another arrived.

The difference in cultivation strength is obvious, and the power of the sun is still faster.

Di Jiang subconsciously counted the leaders in front of him, and there were probably no less than a hundred.

He felt the pressure and all his muscles began to tense up.

"Don't worry, Ancestral Witch. We were listening to the Taoist ancestor's teachings in Zixiao Palace. We happened to see an Ancestral Witch named Hou Tu. Only then did we realize that Pangu's bloodline still existed in the world. That's why we came to see it."

The other leaders also had gentle expressions, nodded in agreement, and showed great respect to the ancient witches.

They are all top figures in the world, well-known and respected, and the leaders of a religion.

At this time, everyone showed goodwill to Dijiang, and Dijiang's expression indeed eased.

It was a very special feeling. He felt like the king in a fairy tale.

Everyone bowed to him when they saw him.

"What can I do for you?" How is my little sister? Di Jiang asked doubtfully, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Luofu Cult Leader was about to speak upon hearing this, but Sun Cult Leader spoke first and said with a smile:

"We are fine. My younger sister is with Taoist Jieyin Zhunti. They are both great people. There is no need to worry."

"We are here mainly to meet the ancestors of witches, to express our gratitude to the great god Pangu, and to establish a good relationship."

In this way, hearing that Hou Tu was fine, Di Jiang felt very happy and was not stingy:

"We brothers and sisters don't have anything good to offer you, so please take a seat. I'm going to the North Sea to get some food."

He crossed thousands of mountains and rivers in one step and killed an octagonal demon dragon from the North Sea.

This demon dragon had already entered the realm of Daluo in the flesh, but was still killed by Di Jiang and soon fell at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

The leaders' eyes widened slightly. This demon dragon was so powerful that it even had an aura of chaos.

And Di Jiang was able to do this so quickly, his strength... is somewhat unfathomable.

In this way, the leaders accepted the warm hospitality of the ancestor witch, and their friendship flourished.

In the Heavenly Court, Emperor Jun, who was unaware of all this, was mobilizing the generals of the Demon Court.

"You should quickly go up to the sky, draw the stars into your bodies, and get familiar with it as soon as possible."

He continued to confer titles:

"The Sulfur Mountain Monster is named Sulfur Mountain Lord, in charge of the Sulfur Mountain's veins and the area covering tens of thousands of miles."

"The spirit crocodile in the Fengjiegou River is the River God. He is in charge of the Jiegou River Basin and can take care of all matters within the basin."

"Appoint Mu Yunxian as the Golden Green General, and appoint..."

Summons spread across the world at an exaggerated speed. Chen Zhu wanted to give a reminder, but finally stopped himself.

How could Di Jun not know that he seemed too impatient?

These are things that are supposed to be used for the next kalpa and the next kalpa after that. Many decisions are still immature and lack certain experimental experience.

If things continue like this, it is bound to cause turmoil in the world, and the previous clashes with the Golden Immortal will only become more frequent.

But that is looking at it in the long term. From the current perspective, this is the best decision we can make at the moment.

The summons continued, and Di Jun was integrating the resources of the demon clan. Even Chen Zhu saw a huge luck pouring from the prehistoric land along Jianmu into the sun in the demon court.

One day, Di Jun suddenly said to Chen Zhu, "How about you go to Taiyin with me?"

"Why?"

Chen Zhu was surprised, and then his heart moved.

"Brother, do you want to complete the heavenly marriage?"

Di Jun is grasping everything he can to strengthen the demon clan's foundation.

Heavenly marriage is one of them. "Yes."

Di Jun did not hide it: "Then it is time for Changxi and Xihe to come to my heaven."

Changxi and Xihe are naturally the gods of oaths and love.

Chen Zhu sighed slightly: "Okay."

He stood up and walked towards Taiyin with Di Jun.

On this day, a golden light could be seen crashing into the moon in the ancient world.

Chen Zhu had no intention of participating. Di Jun had the power to make the decision in his own mind as to what was right and wrong.

All he could do was to give Di Jun courage.

Faced with this kind of question, it was the first time for both Emperor Jun and the former Ancestral Dragon.

On the Taiyin, a Taoist palace was built under the Taisu sacred tree.

The Yuebai Taoist Palace prevents the surrounding Taiyin True Water from falling. There are two figures in it, one citing an oath, and the other deciding love and hate.

Chang Xihe Xihe was pouring tea slowly.

The atmosphere was dull, and the two women's eyes fell on Di Jun from time to time, and then moved to Chen Zhu.

Di Jun glanced at Chen Zhu subconsciously, and Chen Zhu looked at his nose and his heart, then looked out the window.

It seemed as if there were some flowers in the constantly surging real water and real clouds.

Di Jun had no choice but to look away again. Although he usually distributed the food to his subordinates and decided the life and death of others with a single word, he really didn't know how to start now.

It was Chang Xi who spoke first: "Inside Zixiao Palace, Chang Xi and his sister Xihe arrived late, so they didn't have time to say a few words to the Demon King."

"Well, it's no problem." Di Jun replied dully.

Xihe blinked and played with the red thread in her hand.

Chang Xi had no choice but to say, "I heard that the Black Turtle God randomly recognized the identity. Your Majesty the Demon King was not affected at all, right?"

“It has some impact.”

Chang Xi suddenly smiled: "Your Majesty the Demon King, you don't seem as unkind as you look."

Chen Zhu looked back in surprise, unable to understand their train of thought.

It was rare for him to see his elder brother being humiliated, and he thought that he would need to help and give some assists in the end. However, Chang Xi actually laughed, and his favorable impression of Di Jun increased greatly.

This was the first time they met.

When he went there for the second time, Chen Zhu discovered that Xihe was a little hesitant, and the red thread in his hand was not held so naturally.

"Will the one who manages marriage tie a red string around himself?"

He smiled and asked, "Xihe, you seem to be hesitating."

"Your Majesty Donghuang is joking."

Xihe's cheeks flushed slightly: "I don't know why, but my sister and I are disturbed when we see His Majesty Dijun."

In fact, they all know why this is the case. They are all Daluo, the only one in time, space, and all realms.

Knowing about the marriage in heaven, you will also know what will happen in your future.

But facing that hurdle in your heart is still a bit complicated.

"Then tie the red string up, what are you waiting for?"

Chen Zhu smiled and said, "Don't you dare to tie it yourself? How about I come and help you? Make sure you don't tie the knot too tightly."

"do not want!"

Xihe screamed and then fled away.

Strictly speaking, whether it is Di Jun or Chen Zhu, the Eastern Emperor, they would be very interested. That is the law of the operation of heaven, which has already been determined by fate.

Why didn't he take a liking to Chen Zhu? The main reason was that Chen Zhu timed his life so well. The Donghuang Bell activated the Chaos Bell, and after that, he was invulnerable to all kinds of attacks.

That’s why it was not selected as a target.

The relationship between Di Jun, Xihe and Changxi developed quite quickly.

But no matter how fast it is, it can’t be much faster. When he gave his second sermon in Zixiao Palace, those three thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

One by one, the religious leaders also left the place where the ancient witches were. For three thousand years, they communicated with the ancient witches and, by the way, they comprehended the teachings of the Taoist ancestors at the foot of Mount Buzhou and sorted out their own thoughts.

"Do you want to go? We can take you with us."

The Sun Cult leader asked kindly, but Dijiang refused.

"Forget it. Little Sister Hou Tu has already gone, so we won't go."

Di Jiang refused, and the other ancestor witches naturally didn't say anything and just watched these leaders leave.

"Brother, I always feel that they are hiding something."

Shebisi frowned and said, "But it seems that they just come to see us."

"For now, you can call these people fellow Taoists."

Di Jiang smiled indifferently: "Even if there is something, our fists are not vegetarian."

Zhu Jiuyin said nothing.

The leaders took over and approached the Zixiao Palace, communicating with each other through telepathy along the way.

"Fellow Daoist Sun, why don't you just say it directly? We have wasted these three thousand years."

"Yes, I heard that Di Jun is already promoting Guangzheng. He is grabbing everything that can make him stronger. It seems to be related to the imperial way."

Luofu Cult Leader said: "Why should we endure it?"

"Everyone, don't you understand yet?"

The Sun Cult leader didn't feel much. He said calmly:

"Whatever they are going to do, it won't start until Daozu preaches. We have plenty of time."

"He is anxious because he is worried about our counterattack and the Great God Black Turtle, but we can't be anxious. After all, he is the Ancestral Witch and the bloodline of the Father God. How can he not see it?"

The Sun Cult leader warned them: "Some of you have already revealed your true colors, but luckily the ancestor witch doesn't care. Don't be impatient next time."

"Fellow Daoist, do you have an idea?"

The leader of the Piao Miao sect suddenly looked cold: "Otherwise, how could you be so sure of victory?"

"That's natural."

The Sun Cult leader laughed and said, "Do you know that there is a person with great magical powers named Minghe, who was born from the tainted blood of the Father God?"

"It seems that I have seen him once in Zixiao Palace before."

One of the leaders said, "The one who controls the Red Lotus of Karma is also a person who cannot be provoked."

"Isn't this a coincidence?"

The Sun Cult leader said happily: "The Styx Patriarch is the best at the blood path magic, and he is from the same source as the ancient witches. We just need to find him."

Everyone suddenly understood, but there were still problems.

Ancestor Yanlu said: "I see that the witch ancestors don't seem to have much desire to fight, so what should we do?"

Fellow Daoist Minghe, can you really persuade them to do something?

"If you can't persuade me, I have a way. Don't you think the number of Ancestral Witches is too few? There are only twelve of them. How can they manage this vast land on behalf of Father God?"

There was a gleam in the eyes of the Sun Cult Master: "The sun hanging in the sky doesn't touch the primitive earth, so how can it be a natural emperor?"

After these words were spoken, everyone felt enlightened.

At this time, Zixiao Palace was almost there.

However, this time the Zixiao Palace seemed vague and vague, as if it existed in chaos, or in the thirty-three heavens. When you looked again, it seemed to be on the top of Mount Buzhou.

"Tai Su and Xuangui Zu are still fighting, and the winner has not been decided. If you want to grab those six positions, I'm afraid you will have to use some tricks."

Outside the Zixiao Palace, Haotian and Yaochi were already waiting.

At the same time, everyone saw Zhu Qing, who was constantly trying to get in through the gate of Zixiao Palace.

"Let me in, I want to be a disciple of the Heavenly Dao! Let me in now!"

But the gate of Zixiao Palace remained closed.

(End of this chapter)