Houtu's words made Di Jiang stunned in place and couldn't speak for a long time. After a while, he shouted in a deep voice: "How can you have such crazy ideas?"

"Brother, am I crazy, or are you crazy?" Houtu looked at Di Jiang and said, "I am the first to develop spiritual intelligence, and by chance I have a soul, so I can condense my body before it has transformed."

"The high priest once wanted me to contribute to the witch clan, but I did not respond to him. Why?"

"Because I feel that he has always deliberately wanted to guide us to do something he hoped, such as protecting the witch clan, and letting us practice the Dutian God Evil Array."

"Nonsense!" Di Jiang shouted angrily: "What's wrong with protecting the witch clan? What's wrong with cultivating the Dutian God Evil Array?"

Houtu was not afraid at all, but just asked back: "Dutian God Evil Array is full of hostility. It not only wants to die many witch tribes, but also wants to take our lives. I am not afraid of death, but is this really appropriate?"

Di Jiang immediately retorted: "The High Priest did not ask us to use the Dutian God Evil Array, but only allowed us to have a killer move. Even if the enemy is the Emperor's strongest, we can fight for it."

"Can you only fight for one?" Hou Tu shook his head: "This is also an important reason why I have always been disgusted with the high priest. According to normal circumstances, the twelve of us should not be born at this time, but should be in a further future, and come to this world with the strength of the peak realm of the emperor."

"But various reasons, wars from all sides have caused eleven brothers to be born early, and their strength remains at the peak of the Immortal King..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Di Jiang: "You also know that it was caused by wars from all sides. If we were not born, the situation in the witch clan would inevitably be dangerous. How can we blame the High Priest! We can still practice to reach the level of the emperor."

"But how do you know? This so-called war was not deliberately drawn out by the high priest?" Hou Tu asked back: "It's like I suspect that we are not the so-called ancestral witches at all. This title was imposed on us by him by the witch clan. I also suspect that he is not a witch clan either. He just used some method to make the witch clan recognize the identity of the high priest of the witch clan, and then guide the witch clan to do what he wants to do."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Di Jiang shouted: "The High Priest is dead, what else do you want?"

Houtu lowered his head and said softly: "But why do I feel it? He is not dead, he just turned into darkness and hid in the darkness."

"Brother, what's wrong?" Zhu Rong flew over and asked in confusion, not knowing what had happened.

"Nothing!" Di Jiang took a deep breath and said to Houtu: "Remember your identity and remember what we are going to do. You have disappointed me once, don't make us sad anymore. That's it."

After saying that, he flew straight towards Buzhou Mountain regardless of Houtu.

Hou Tu sighed, said no more, and followed.

The Eighth Heaven, around Buzhou Mountain.

The billions of demons opened their formation here, with millions of banners dancing wildly in the wind, and their eyes were like torches. They gathered on the top of Mount Buzhou.

There was once a forbidden land, and the Tianmen Blood Bell guarded this place. No matter how strong the immortal king was, he did not dare to approach it. It was not until Zhaoming and Zhao Demon Flag forced the innate treasure back that the demon clan could truly control the heaven.

On that day, the flag of demons and flags that created miracles were still planted on the top of Buzhou Mountain, roaring. It seemed that it was about to announce to the world this prosperous era of demons.

Perhaps this era will be a flash in the pan, but after all, it has been once again brilliant.

But that demon has become a thing of the past, leaving only the endless thunder and rolling flames in the ruins of the Eastern Imperial Palace.

Di Jun stood in front of the demon-recruiting flag, and Taoist Kunpeng stood on one side. His face was solemn. The aura of the witch clan had already appeared in the distance. The twelve ancestor witches were gathering their troops and a decisive battle was coming.

Bai Ze stood on the other side, staring at the ruins of the East Imperial Palace in a daze, and was lost. The heavenly court was as powerful as a dangerous egg, and there was no escape. The winning odds of this battle were less than 20%. The result can be imagined almost now.

At this moment, how much he hoped that the person who was said to have fallen in it could miraculously come out and tell the world that he was not dead and he was still alive.

"Bai Ze!"

Di Jun shouted, Bai Ze came to his senses and responded quickly: "I am here."

"Families and children everywhere have gathered on the side of the Heavenly Palace. If the situation is wrong, you can go there quickly to take care of it..."

"Your Majesty!" Bai Ze was naturally shocked when he heard this. Before the war began, Di Jun made such an order, which was really not a good sign.

"No need to panic!" Di Jun shook his head and said softly: "I am not without a fight, I am just making complete arrangements."

"In the past, when I and my second brother and you all discussed going to heaven, I said that this was a battle against the enemy and there was no other choice. Today, we have really reached this point, even if we die in battle, it would be fine, but the demon clan cannot be in a slump."

"According to the torch, we need to leave seeds for the demon clan. I have discussed with Grandpa Yangmei of Doumu Yuanjun Palace. If the situation is wrong, he will send you to the Jiutian Xuannv Palace together."

"There is a space channel where you can directly reach the prehistoric continent, and then everything will be entrusted to you."

"Your Majesty!" Bai Ze shook his head: "If you really get that step, your Majesty should take them away. My demon clan may not have Bai Ze, but you cannot have His Majesty."

"I appreciate your kindness!" Di Jun smiled slightly: "Talk about age, you are a senior, and when do you mean you are a monarch and minister. When the country is destroyed, when did my demon clan have a king who lives in vain?"

"When I was promoted to the Emperor of Heaven, I had already decided on my destination. Heaven is here, my Emperor Jun is here, Heaven is here, and my Emperor Jun is destroyed."

"His Majesty!"

Bai Ze still wanted to persuade him, but was interrupted by Di Jun: "Remember, this is an order. You must help me protect the seeds and torches left by the demon clan. I believe that even if the Heavenly Court encounters a disaster today, the flames of my demon clan can still start the prairie again."

"I... obey the order!" Bai Ze nodded helplessly.

Di Jun sighed: "Sorry, this is the only way to do this. I am really worried that those people will be handed over to others. Only you... is the most suitable one."

"Your Majesty doesn't need to do this. We won't necessarily lose this battle!" The Taoist Kunpeng on the side smiled and said, "The Zhoutianxing Fighting Formation has now been completed. If the war begins later, it will definitely surprise the witch clan."

He paused for a moment, seemed to be hesitant, and he was struggling for a while, and then said, "The war will start later, and your Majesty will preside over the formation here. I will be the vanguard and guide the formation to attack."

"With the Zhoutianxing Fighting Formation trained by the national teacher, I naturally know that the end of this battle is not yet decided, but..." Di Jun shook his head: "I will leave this battle to me. The national teacher knows the battle formation better than me, so you will preside over the battle formation."

"Your Majesty!" Taoist Kunpeng clenched his fists tightly, and his body trembled slightly: "Sometimes, you shouldn't..."

He sighed, took a deep breath and continued, "Your Majesty, you are the emperor of the Heavenly Court. Just let us do this kind of charge."

"The so-called emperor is just a leader elected by the tribe. If you only know how to order in the rear, what's the use? This battle is a prosperous battle in the heavenly court. If you cannot succeed in one battle, there is no need for me, the so-called Emperor of Heaven. You don't need to say much, that's it."

Di Jun's tone was firm, and Taoist Kunpeng sighed slightly, and no longer spoke.

"Be ready, come!"

Several people looked into the distance, and a large army of black appeared in the horizon, like a black line connecting the entire world, approaching quickly.

The witch clan is prosperous and has a large number of people. Even though there have been heavy losses and countless casualties over the years, this time almost all the clans came, and the soldiers and horses are strong, which is still shocking.

The army marched and stopped until it reached the bottom of Buzhou Mountain.

There are countless military flags, fluttering in the wind, roaring, and murderous aura soaring into the sky, turning into two huge momentums, colliding in the air like a giant dragon.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

It was as if a giant beast roared, causing an extremely strange tranquility between the sky and the earth, and only the roar of thunder in the Eastern Palace could be mixed into it.

At this moment, the witch clan held the knife in his hand tightly, and the demon clan also grabbed the gun in his hand. The fighting spirit was noisy and shaking like a fire. The entire eighth heaven was silent, just waiting for the order.

"Two, please!"

Di Jun, Bai Ze and Kunpeng Taoist bowed slightly, stretched out his hand, a three-foot bronze sword in his hand, stepped on the flames, floated up and flew to the front of the military formation.

Ji Meng, Yingzhao, Fei Dan, Fei Lian, Jiuying, Shang Yang, Qinyuan, Chitie, Ghost Car, and the nine demon generals were ready to stand behind Di Jun and faced the twelve ancestor witches opposite.

Each person leads an army to form the Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation.

Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, She Bisi, Jumang, Rushou, Gonggong, Zhurong, Tianwu, Xuanming, Xizi, Qiangliang, Houtu, and the twelve ancestor witches all appeared on the battlefield for the first time.

This is the witch clan, which once claimed to be the number one clan in the world. Even if there is no high priest of the witch clan, even if so many witches have been killed by Zhaoming and Shura over the years, they still have the strongest lineup of immortal kings in the world.

Without saying a word, the fighting spirit soared into the sky, and the eleven ancestor witches stared at the opposite side. Only Houtu looked at the Donghuang Palace from afar, the flames soared into the sky, the thunder there roared, motionless, and his eyes were lost.

After staring at each other for a long time, Di Jiang finally spoke in a deep voice: "Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi killed the high priest of my witch clan. This hatred is necessary and there is no other choice. If he kills the leader of our clan, he will repay the life of your demon clan leader."

"If you disband your army today, I might consider letting you live a life of the demon clan."

"Don't use this kind of differentiation and attack on the attack, Dijiang!" Di Jun smiled slightly and said loudly: "A three-year-old child knows that in today's battle, there is only one race that can live in the world. No need to say much, come on!"

The army on both sides held their breath and was ready to go, and their fighting spirit became more and more intense.

"boom!"

On the Eastern Palace, a thunder like a long dragon blew down, and a huge sound seemed to be playing the war drum.

"kill!"
Chapter completed!