I, Suiren, will teach Ziyi how to make stockings.

This time I came here to repay the cause and effect.

Yuanshi Tianzun was able to achieve sainthood thanks to the help of Emperor Sui. Now that the human race is in trouble, our Chan Sect should fully support them. "Staring at Xuanyuan, Guangchengzi had to put away his previous contempt and speak in a different tone.

"Really? Then where were you when the human race was suppressed?

If I remember correctly, several great saints have all gone to attack the underworld, right?

This isn't helping the human race, it's harming it." Xuanyuan was very direct. When Guangchengzi praised himself, Xuanyuan would scratch his wounds.

“Fellow Daoist, the great trend of the prehistoric world is unavoidable.

Didn't we come here this time to make up for our mistakes? "Hearing Xuanyuan's aggressive pressure, Guangchengzi wanted to strike several times.

But Guangchengzi knew Yuanshi Tianzun's temper, and if this matter failed, he would definitely be punished.

In order to get the position of the eldest disciple, Guangchengzi could only coax Xuanyuan.

Anyway, the result is very simple, which is to instigate a war between humans and witches and weaken the strength of the witch clan.

"In that case, are you willing to participate in the Battle of Zhuolu?" Seeing that the fish had taken the bait, Xuanyuan sneered and gave the order directly.

"In order to repay the karma, my Chan sect must go all out." Xuanyuan was excited, and Guangchengzi was even more excited.

In Guangchengzi's opinion, this mission was going to fail, but he didn't expect it to be a false alarm.

At the same time, Guangchengzi sneered, they are not repaying any karma?

Instead, it caused the human race to be torn apart.

War is very cruel. At the beginning, everyone may restrain themselves, but when too many people die, they can no longer control themselves.

Guangchengzi wants to escalate the battle and let the human and witch tribes fight each other.

After the fight ends, they will appear and kill the strong men of the Wu clan.

"Thank you so much, fellow Daoist Guangchengzi.

Come, bring some fine wine to Daoist Guangchengzi." Now that they had reached a cooperation, Xuanyuan's attitude naturally improved a lot.

"Okay, okay!" Guangchengzi was extremely excited about completing the human race, and felt that the little Xuanyuan could be easily controlled.

"By the way, Fellow Daoist Guangchengzi, how many troops are you, the Chan Sect, planning to send?" Xuanyuan raised his wine glass and looked at Guangchengzi, asking about Guangchengzi's plan.

"Send troops?" Once again, Guangchengzi was confused. They only needed a few experts, so why did they need to send troops?

"The Battle of Zhuolu is a battle for the Human Emperor. The Witch Clan might show up... Aren't you planning to help the human race?"

If the Chan Sect wants to participate in the battle, then Xuanyuan will give them the opportunity and let the Chan Sect go directly.

"Fellow Daoist, you have misunderstood. This time, we will help you deal with high-end combat forces. As for ordinary battles, you will have to rely on yourselves." Guangchengzi was very angry at Xuanyuan's self-righteousness. If the plan had not been completed, Guangchengzi would have taken action.

"Okay, then we'll start the Battle of Zhuolu within three days." With a gesture of invitation, Xuanyuan asked Guangchengzi to go back and gather troops.

"Okay, then the Battle of Zhuolu will begin three days later." Although he was unhappy, the task had been accomplished and Guangchengzi could go back to report.

"Fu Jianhan, it's almost done. Reorganize the troops immediately and start the military exercises in Zhuolu in three days.

By the way, notify the Mohists to prepare 100,000 fragile wooden weapons.

In this military exercise, weapons must not be broken. Anyone with broken weapons will be eliminated immediately.

The most important focus of this battle is to protect fragile weapons.

Whichever side has more complete weapons will win. "After Guangchengzi left, Xuanyuan immediately arranged everything.

"Master, we have already made arrangements!" The Mo family also racked their brains for the requirement of fragile weapons.

In order to manufacture these 200,000 fragile weapons, they not only studied the materials, but also the formation. If they wanted the weapons to not break, they could not be impacted by magic power. Once impacted by magic power, they would immediately break and release colorful smoke at the same time.

This smoke also has its own characteristics. It will make people feel irritated, but it can quickly identify those who are eliminated.

"That's good!" Xuanyuan was full of anticipation when talking about the Battle of Zhuolu.

This time they have dug a trap for the Chan Sect, so let the Wu Clan have a good show.

"Remember, we are the human race. The human race has fifty-seven ethnic groups, and the fifty-seventh is the Jiuli tribe.