The army crossed the border to suppress the witch clan, destroyed the Colosseum, burned the demon garden, and hurt Zhurong again, and pulled Qingqiu hard. Not mentioning Shura, just what Zhaoming did made people's scalp numb. {

Such actions are simply to force the Witch Clan to fight to the death, making too many people unable to understand what Zhao Ming wants to do. And more people have begun to pay attention to the actions of the Witch Clan and want to see how the other party will respond.

On Mount Buzhou, where Nuwa was trapped in the past.

"What do you want to do?" Zhaoming smiled at Shura who asked him, then looked at the direction of the True Dragon Leader and said slowly: "It's not that I want to do what I want to do, but that I want to know too much."

"Shura, do you know? We are still in danger now. Even if we occupy the heavens, we still have no initiative, let alone the so-called advantage."

"The legend of the twelve ancestor witches has lasted for so long, and even the high priests of the witch clan are so fond of. They probably have secrets that we don't know... secrets that can make us doomed."

"What's the secret?" Shura asked.

At this time, layers of blood flashed with his body, and the South China Sea blood killed thousands of miles, killing two immortal kings in a row. Without Zhaoming on the side, the blood and energy he absorbed could only be described as terrifying. Even now, he could not completely digest such energy, and could only be entangled in his body and slowly absorbed.

"I don't know!" Zhaoming shook his head: "And this is also the most terrifying, unknown secret, no one knows how powerful it will be. And many things are not very beneficial to us."

"It's not that I'm proud. The rise of our two brothers is indeed fast enough. For more than a hundred years, we have become immortal kings. Today, few people can do it. Not only others, but even myself have confidence. If we don't have many years of use, we have hope of becoming the emperor."

"Di Jiang may not have this kind of thought, but he held back and did not deal with us when we were not strong enough. There are only two reasons: First, the wounds of the high priest of the witch clan are about to heal, and he doesn't want to take action at this time."

"Second, even if I waited to the Emperor's realm, he had a way to deal with it. Although I can't think of any means he had, the possibility is very high. He is waiting for other ancestor witches to be born."

Zhaoming also frowned. He wanted to test the reaction of the witch clan, but unfortunately many things were very different from what he thought. He glanced at him from the outskirts and happened to see Xueyuhua beside him.

She stared at a small tree in front of her. Although she had no expressions, she was obviously in a trance at this moment and couldn't help asking: "Miss Axue, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah!" Xue Yuhua seemed to suddenly come to her senses: "What did you say?"

"It's nothing. I just saw Miss Axue, you seem to be in a daze, but what's wrong?" Zhaoming asked, wondering in his heart. Xue Yuhua never had this. Although she rarely spoke in the past, she would never be so lost.

Xueyuhua shook her head: "It's nothing, I just haven't returned to Taishan for a long time. Xueyuhua in Taishan should be blooming."

"I was negligent!" Zhaoming said apologetically: "It just so happens that nothing can happen. We can go back to Taishan to have a look."

Come from Abbot Island. Because I wanted to go to Juye and Fenghuang Ridge to see the movements of the witch clan, I bypassed Taishan. After careful calculation, I have never returned from Xueyuhua to the heaven to this day.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhaoming suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked into the distance. A witch clan came quickly towards Buzhou Mountain.

After flying into Buzhou Mountain, he did not stop in Buzhou Mountain. Instead, he flew directly to the bottom of the first heaven.

If the witch clan's sub-saint level is cultivated, if he does other things, Zhao Ming may not be able to care about it at this moment, but when he sees the witch clan's posture as if he is going to the heaven, he raised his eyebrows slightly and followed immediately.

Seeing that the witch clan in the Assassin Realm was about to enter the space channel, Zhaoming immediately took action to stop him.

"Dong...Donghuang!"

Zhaoming's appearance was already known to everyone in the world, so the sub-saint witch clan could see it at a glance. When he saw Shura who was surrounded by blood, he shivered all over and almost collapsed.

"What do you want to do? It's better to be honest!" Shura shouted viciously, his face full of viciousness, which made people feel palpitations.

The sub-saint witch tribe took a deep breath, as if they had been brave enough for the rest of their lives, and barely stood up and said to Zhaoming: "I am the messenger sent by the High Priest, you can't kill me."

"Entertainment!" Zhaoming frowned and asked again: "What's the matter?"

At this time, the high priest of the witch clan actually sent an envoy to declare war?

The Sub-Saint Witch Clan shivered for a moment, and said in a trembling voice: "I...I want...I can only say it after seeing the Emperor of Heaven!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shura heard anger shouting: "My elder brother is the Emperor of the East, no difference from the Emperor of Heaven. Just say whatever you have."

The sound of thunder naturally scared the witch clan again. However, the witch clan was also very brave. He gritted his teeth and held on to the point where he could not even say the nervous words, but he just kept shaking his head.

"Okay, you guy, you're so tough!" Shura was furious and was about to take action. The so-called heroic spirit could not resonate with each other.

"Shura!" Zhaoming grabbed him.

Shura said dissatisfiedly: "It's true, don't say that the Eastern Emperor and the Heavenly Emperor are standing side by side. What are the things in this heaven that you can't control."

Judging from his appearance, he seemed to be a little dissatisfied with some things.

Zhaoming smiled: "You really...how could you think of such a thing? Don't talk nonsense!"

He looked at the sub-saint witch clan again and said apologetically to Xue Yuhua: "Sorry, Miss Axue, let's go back to Heaven first."

Xue Yuhua smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter, there is still time in the future."

"Let's go!"

Zhaoming used his true energy to roll the Yasheng Witch Clan and headed towards the first heaven.

The witch clan was also thinking too simply. Fortunately, this envoy happened to meet him. If he just entered the first level of heaven, it would be fine if the Overlord Whale was sleeping. If he was awake, he would not care whether his envoy was not a messenger, so he would definitely swallow it in one bite.

Moving forward, without disturbing the defenders of all levels of heaven, he had already arrived at the Ninth Heaven in just a few days.

After talking to Bai Ze, he immediately summoned the generals of the Heavenly Court to set up the biggest formation to welcome him.

Thunder made a drum, surrounded by auspicious clouds. This was the first time this sub-saint witch tribe saw the Nine Heavens in the legend. His mind was shocked and he thought that such auspicious place was actually the demon tribe. He was also indescribable jealousy.

When Zhaoming led him through the Nantian Gate, through Baiyu, and entered Lingxiao Palace.

"Welcome to Emperor Dong!"

A tsunami of mountains and seas, the generals and ministers of the demon clan in the hall knelt on the ground. The momentum was like a rainbow, which made the Naya Holy Witch clan tremble all over and couldn't help it.

"All get up!" Zhao Ming said casually. When all the demons stood up, his figure flashed and had already activated the fire escape technique to sit on the Xinjia throne beside Di Jun.

The sub-saint witch clan firmly calmed his mind, walked step by step under the golden throne, bowed and said loudly, "The witch clan envoy Liuwei paid homage to His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven."

The witch clan is all brave, but the Liu family among the twelve surnames is somewhat different. This clan is mainly responsible for sacrificial matters, so it lacks a lot of recklessness. In the entire witch clan, it is probably only this family's witch clan is relatively easy to be an envoy.

"No gift!" Di Jun said in a deep voice: "What did the high priest of the Witch Clan ask you to come here?"

The Assassin Witch Clan took out an exquisite scroll with his hand, and bowed to Di Jun and said, "Your Majesty the Emperor of Heaven, this is what the High Priest of our clan asked me to bring to You Your Majesty the Emperor of Heaven."

“Support it!”

Immediately, the guards of the Heavenly Palace stepped forward and took the scroll, walked to the throne and handed it to Di Jun.

Di Jun opened the scroll and floated in the air so that Zhaoming and himself could see it clearly.

"With His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Clan, it has been more than 3,600 years since the Taoist ancestor's body has been in line with the Heavenly Way. More than 3,000 years have been conquered and wars have been continuous, and the number of casualties is almost comparable to the great catastrophe of the dragon and phoenix in the past."

"There are many responsibilities for such a war disaster lies with my witch clan. I have no idea and I have never thought about denying it, and I will not regret it. This is the general trend of the world. The so-called sovereignty and the so-called ancestral property of the country have been conquered in this way."

"The world knows that the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan are not in harmony, and I will not say anything that is false and improper. But the world is tired and the people are living in poverty is already a fact."

"It is undeniable that the demon clan is no longer comparable to the past. The Nine-headed Emperor's Imperial Flag has attracted the demon clans from all over the world to gather in Buzhou Mountain. It can be considered as strong soldiers and horses, but it is also a fact that the Immortal King is not strong enough."

"I won't say lies like a lie like a ceasefire forever and no longer war, but it's an unchangeable fact for you and me to rest, both the witch and the demon clan need to recuperate."

"Now I suggest that the witch clan and the demon clan have truce for three hundred years, and then look at the world's situation after three hundred years. If someone violates the agreement, makes a big move, and is conceited at the cost of life and death, he will not be investigated."

"I have written two seals in this book, both of which are stamped with my seal. As long as the Emperor of Heaven drops the seal, this agreement will take effect immediately."

It was actually a letter of peace. Zhaoming and Di Jun looked at each other with a surprised look on their faces.

It is undeniable that the demon clan is no longer comparable in the past, but the strongest in the world is still the witch clan. After all, a large-scale war is the battle of the Immortal King. Once the high priest of the witch clan takes action, the witch clan will not have a single advantage.

Even if Zhaoming can compete with the high priest of the witch clan with the help of the Chaos Bell, Shura, Di Jun and Kunpeng Taoist cannot compete with the twelve ancestor witches and some great witches.

The high priest of the witch clan was indeed injured, but judging from the battle between Zhaoming and Zhu Rong in the past, his injuries should have recovered a lot, otherwise he would not be able to use such a secret technique.

Moreover, he could only use the body of others to exert such combat power. Zhaoming even suspected that he might have completely recovered, but he was just secretly peeking at the world.

I thought that after a while, the witch clan would be furious. Not to mention that he would attack the Heavenly Court, but he should have taken some action. I didn't expect that what I had come would be a book of peace.

"Second brother, what do you think?"
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