On the top of Buzhou Mountain, Tang Quan's snail residence has always stood on the platform. There are many great gods and demons passing by here, but they really don't dare to rest here. The main reason is that Buzhou Mountain is too big and dares to practice on it. It is not an ordinary strong man and he doesn't have the courage to do so.

Buzhou Mountain is transformed by Pangu's true body spine. Tang Quan doesn't care about that. It is easier for him to enter into meditation by practicing on this. In addition, the tail end of the spine is right where he stands at the place where he opens the sky. It is the only land that has not been broken in the Chaos World, and it is the birthplace of the 108th-grade Chaos Green Lotus. Tang Quan has always regarded this as his territory. If anyone comes to provoke him, he will not care about who the other party is.

Tens of millions of years, and tens of millions of years, is not very different from Tang Quan's feeling. At least he is focused on research and practice. When he pushes the energy-energy weapon again to the speed of countless nines and then leaves the stone house, he looks up and sees that the whole world is full of murderous intent.

Seeing such a strong murderous intent, Tang Quan said:

"Damn it, it's only 100 million years old. This murderous intent is greater than the great catastrophe of dragon and phoenix. How did you play it?"

He hurriedly broke through the space and walked into Pangu Hall. When he entered, only Houtu, who was the only one in the hall, closed his eyes and practiced. When he sensed that he appeared, Houtu opened his eyes and flew into his arms and giggled:

"Brother, you're finally back."

Tang Quan patted Houtu on the back and said with a smile:

"You are all the ancestor witches of Houtu tribe, why do you give them to a little girl?"

Houtu didn't care about so much, and hugged Tang Quan and said with a smile:

"I will always be like this in front of you. Why did my brother come this time?"

"The killing robbery is condensed, let me ask what has happened over the years?" Tang Quan said sitting on a stone bench.

Houtu Xiumei raised her eyebrows and shook her head and said:

"Since the First Lich War, our witch tribe and the demon tribe have almost no conflict, but the number of witch people has increased to hundreds of trillions."

Tang Quan was confused for a moment. With the condensation of the killing disaster, what should be the rapid inspiration of the catastrophe. At this time, the six Hongjuns had not yet become saints. It is said that the killing disaster should not be so fast.

"not good."

After a moment of calculation, Tang Quan's face changed and shouted in surprise. Hou Tu said in a daze:

"What's going on?"

"Ten days of the prehistoric world, ordinary witches cannot stop the golden crow's sun gold fire. Now there is a heavy casualty and wounded. There is even a great witch who chased and killed the ten golden crows. They have been roasted to death by the golden crows." Tang Quan said with his eyes flashing.

What Tang Quan deduced was a crisis that was breaking out in the prehistoric continent. It turned out that there was a Tanggu in the east, and there was a huge Fusang tree in it. The demon emperor Di Jun and the demon queen Xi Hesheng had ten small golden crows. Since there was no hot sun gold fire that could be tolerated, few people could tolerate it, so Di Jun arranged the ten golden crows to be practiced in the Fusang tree.

For some reason, ten golden crows emerged from Tanggu and wandered around the prehistoric land. At this time, hundreds of billions of witches with shallow cultivation had been burned and killed. The great witch Kuafu, who was guarding the east, had to pursue these flying golden crows, but he could not bear the long-term sun gold fire and exhausted halfway.

Houtu shouted in surprise:

"What should I do?"

Even Tang Quan had to arrive from here to the East for hundreds of years. In the past, I thought anyone could go to any place in seconds after reading the novels of the prehistoric world. That was simply impossible. Even Hongjun, who had the jade certificate of creation, didn't want to go anywhere, let alone an independent innate saint like Tang Quan.

If Tang Quan was able to reach his destination within a few hundred years, he had a stronger energy foundation than the peak of a normal innate saint. If it were someone else, he would have to reach it for thousands of years and tens of thousands of years.

This is why Houtu asked what to do. Those dead witches are descendants of the twelve ancestor witches of Chaos Twelve Demons, so they are considered descendants of the twelve ancestor witches in the prehistoric world. When they hear a lot of casualties, even practitioners will be anxious.

Tang Quan laughed coldly:

"Don't panic, there is a Houyi witch in your Houtu tribe. He is also chasing these ten golden crows. You will immediately send all the witch tribes in the prehistoric world to gather near Buzhou Mountain. The war is coming, and my plan should begin."

"Houyi, it's okay to have him here, but is it really time to start the war in this gathering of the witch clan?" Houtu nodded and said.

Tang Quan said in a deep voice:

"Of course, the Ten Golden Crows are Di Jun's son. Houyi has a sun-shooting bow on his hand, which will definitely cause all these Golden Crows to be killed or injured. They have killed so many witches and Houyi has killed Di Jun's son. The Lich War has not yet begun, and some people will make trouble and provoke them."

Originally, the demon clan and the witch clan had stopped fighting, and hundreds of millions of years passed in a flash. Sanqing and others could not understand how to become saints, so they must provoke numerous disasters to benefit from it.

As Tang Quan guessed, Houyi was chasing the golden crows all the way, but he had secretly killed nine of them in a few years. The last and smallest golden crows were still flying around and burning the vast land. Not far away, a thin man looked at the witch man who was dying on the ground and said to a short and fat man with compassion:

"Junior brother, these hundreds of billions of witches died tragically, and nine golden crows were killed. I wonder if I can incite the lich to fight to the death again?"

This thin man and short and fat man were the guide and Zhunti of the demon clan back then. When the Demon Ancestor died in battle, the Demon Mountain was divided into pieces. Amyr, who guarded the World Tree, escaped with the World Tree. Even though Yahewei was always stole the Eight Treasures Merit Pool Water, cut off the ancient continent and escaped from the prehistoric continent.

Jie Yin and Zhunti have been following Luohu to practice the path of silence, so even if they worshipped Hongjun, they still had a different mind. This time, they secretly instigated the Ten Golden Crows to emerge from the prehistoric world for their own interests, which caused a large number of deaths of the witch people to inspire the peace situation of the witch tribe and the demon tribe for billions of years.

Listening to the tone of hearing the death of so many witches, Zhunti ignored it and said:

"If they can still bear it, we can continue to provoke it from it. Without the great lich catastrophe, how can we obtain the merits of luck and achieve saints? The Taoist ancestor Hongjun did not rely on the great catastrophe of dragon and phoenix to gather luck;

Now you and my brothers are standing next door, waiting to gather luck and merit to achieve saints. Provoking a Lich War is the best way to gather merit. No matter what, we have to let the two tribes fight to the point of a great catastrophe of dragon and phoenix."
Chapter completed!