The six ancestral shamans of Dijiang looked ugly and were deep in thought, unable to extricate themselves.

I was immersed in shock for a long time.

"By the way! How are Gonggong and the others doing?"

An ancestral shaman came back to his senses and asked suddenly. Then, they all looked at the three ancestral shamans Gonggong, Jumang and Xizi who were lying on the ground and did not know whether to live or die.

I was so busy with the shock that I forgot about them all.

The six ancestral witches of Dijiang gathered around to check, their faces gradually became serious, the injury was much more serious than they thought.

Jumang's entire ancestral shaman's body was shattered, and the terrifying force shattered all the bones and blood in his body. His vitality was gone, and only his last breath was left hanging.

Their ancestral witches are known for their physical bodies, and their bodies are their most powerful treasure. Now this treasure has been broken, and their vitality is gradually flowing away.

As for the ancestor of water, Wu Gonggong, no one knows water better than him. As a result, his body and body are burning with unquenchable flames, devouring his vitality.

As for Wu Xizi, the ancestor of electricity, he was good at the elemental laws of electricity, but now he was numbed by lightning. His whole body was scorched. There was not a single good piece, and he looked like a rotten wooden pile that had been struck by lightning.

Just looking at their miserable condition, Di Jiang and other ancestral witches could feel how tragic the battle situation was at that time.

"Hurry! Carry them into the temple for healing!" Di Jiang immediately ordered. The situation is urgent and they may have to return to the embrace of Father God later.

"Same for you, why didn't you tell me earlier in such a critical situation?"

Di Jiang scolded Zhu Jiuyin, Hou Tu, Qiang Liang, for just talking, he would be gone if it were later.

Immediately, a group of ancestral witches carefully carried the three lying compatriots into Pangu Temple.

In the center of the Pangu Temple, there is a blood pool, vast and vast, filled with blood, turning into smoke, exuding an ancient and grand atmosphere.

They dragged the three seriously injured ancestral witches and carefully placed them into the blood pool.

Suddenly, the calm blood agitated and roared, as if it was alive and given life. It spread crazily to Gonggong, Jumang, and Xizi, and penetrated into the body.

For a time, there seemed to be an inexplicable connection between them and the blood pool. The sound of powerful heartbeats, morning bells and evening drums shook the blood pool.

The blood in the blood pool penetrated into their injured bodies, penetrated arbitrarily into the hearts that had almost stopped, and stirred up the sound of heartbeats. The blood contained powerful vitality, spreading everywhere, awakening the sleeping bodies.

Di Jiang and other ancestral witches looked at them with solemn expressions. Even now, they can't guarantee that the three of them are fine. Thinking on the bright side, even if they can be saved, it will take many years to recover.

This means that their witch clan will lack the combat power of the three ancestral witches for a long time.

What a huge loss!

"Brother! You want to avenge our brothers!" Zuwu Tianwu said with a sad and indignant face, his words full of anger.

This is the first time they have suffered such a setback since their debut.

Simply unacceptable!

They have always been unscrupulous, and when they were hit, all they could think about was revenge!

After all, it has always been them, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, who fight everything. When did it become the other way around?

When Di Jiang heard this, he said with a look of self-blame: "It's all my fault, brother, we shouldn't have been separated. If we, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, went together this time, naturally this wouldn't happen!"

When he said this, blood-red murderous intent flashed in his eyes. If the twelve of them go out together, no matter what Sanwu or Sanqing, they are all no match, they will all be smashed!

How could three brothers be so hurt!

"Brother! I can't stand it anymore. I'm going to kill the Sun Star to take revenge!" Zhu Rong was furious. He was so humiliated and humiliated. How could he not avenge it?

I don’t want to wait any longer!

As soon as these words came out, most of the ancestral witches were a little moved. Only the ancestral witch who had been tortured by Ling Xiao didn't think so and felt that this idea needed to be discussed.

Hou Tu spoke up immediately and said with a serious face: "Brother, no, now is not the time for revenge. Instead, it will give the demon clan an opportunity to take advantage of!"

"What is the opportunity to take advantage of? If you dare to cause trouble, you will be beaten to death!" Zhu Rong shouted coldly, not taking the demon clan seriously at all.

Hou Tutu was angry and was about to retort when Qiang Liang beside him couldn't help but said:

"Um...listen to me, actually...I think the nine of us may not be able to defeat Sanwu. Think about it, our six ancestral witches have not even defeated Ling Xiao, so there are two more

Where’s the Golden Crow!”

"Also, Sanwu is not on the sun now, they are on the Fairy Island!"

After the words fell, all the ancestral wizards looked at Qiang Liang with strange expressions. Is this guy's brain damaged?

How did the temperament of always being the first in fights change to this?

Can you say this?

Thinking about it carefully, Qiang Liang did have some truth in what he said, but he couldn't admit it if it was true.

Do they admit that their ancestral witches are inferior to the Golden Crow?

Admit that nine of them can't beat three of them... or one?

"Qiang Liang, we are members of the Pangu sect, and God the Father is before us. We are so upright. Don't say such depressing words again in the future."

Di Jiang reprimanded with a sullen face, showing the majesty of a big brother. At that moment, he had one thousandth of an idea, and felt that Qiang Liang was right.

After careful analysis, if six ancestral witches were defeated and three were defeated, can nine ancestral witches guarantee victory?

Besides, if they go to take revenge at this time, even if they perform extremely well and can defeat Sanwu, they might be taken advantage of by the demon clan and sneak attack from behind.

It might even push the Golden Crow to the side of the demon clan. This kind of thing must never happen.

Thinking of this, Di Jiang coughed lightly and said, "Let the Golden Crow go first, and wait until our three brothers return. At that time, wouldn't it be nice to let them take revenge themselves?"

He came up with a very reasonable excuse that did not lose face, which won a lot of applause and was almost unanimously approved by all the ancestral witches.

"The top priority is to crush the demon clan as soon as possible."

"Qiang Liang just said that the demon tribe also suffered heavy losses in the battle on Immortal Island. This is the opportunity we have been waiting for."

Di Jiang said loudly, with a sharp light shining in his eyes.

"Okay! Kill the monsters! If it weren't for them, we wouldn't have gone to the Fairy Island!" Qiang Liang suddenly became more energetic and wanted to take the lead in the charge.

The other ancestral witches also felt that there was some truth in it, and their murderous intention towards the demon tribe became even stronger.

…

at the same time.

Hundred Thousand Mountains, the base camp of the demon clan.

The atmosphere was quite heavy, and there were already many empty seats in the originally full hall.

Kunpeng was torn alive and has not come back yet. He doesn't know where he is hiding.

Some of the ten great demons will never come back. During the battle, they were turned into the sun by Ling Xiao and melted, their bodies and souls were destroyed.

Feidan, Qinyuan, Bitie, Shangyang, the four great demons died suddenly on the spot.

The remaining six are Bai Ze, Ji Meng, Yingzhao, Fei Lian, Gui Che and Jiu Ying.

These ten great demons are the most powerful demon clan except Nuwa, Kunpeng, and Fuxi. Now four of them are gone at once, which can be said to be a heavy loss.

Fuxi, who stayed at the base camp and took charge, never thought that such a thing would happen.
Chapter completed!