Since the emergence of the Wu tribe, they have always regarded the demon tribe as food.
Almost all the witch clans looked down on the demon clans.
But as the leader of the witch clan.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches knew that the demon race was not truly weak.
The number of demons is greater than that of the witches, and there are many powerful beings at the level of Great Luo Golden Immortals.
The overall strength of the demon race can be described as extremely powerful.
The reason why the demon race has always been slaughtered at will by the witch race and used as blood food for cultivation is that
The biggest reason is that the demon race's power is scattered throughout the prehistoric world, making it very disorganized.
Unlike the demon race.
The Wu tribe, however, was extremely concentrated.
The millions of Wu tribes lived together in groups, with the Pangu Temple as their center.
But what if Di Jun and Tai Yi formed the Demon Court?
The power of the demon race can then be united as one.
This is not a good thing for the Wu tribe.
......
Inside the Pangu Hall.
After hearing that Di Jun and Tai Yi wanted to establish a demon court.
The most volatile of the ancestral witches, Zhu Rong, suddenly stood up, his voice filled with murderous intent.
"snort!"
"These two scruffy birds are really asking for death!"
"I'm going to the Sun Star right now and kill those two scruffy birds!"
As they were talking.
Zhu Rong was about to leave.
He wasn't just saying it casually; he really was going to the Sun Star.
But at that very moment...
A cold laugh suddenly rang out in the Pangu Hall.
"ridiculous!"
"You think you can kill Di Jun and Tai Yi?"
"Isn't it going to be a case of being counter-attacked?"
It was Gonggong who spoke.
Compared to the reckless fire ancestor Zhurong.
The ancestral god of water, Gonggong, is much more detailed.
However, it was precisely because their personalities were so diametrically opposed that the two brothers always got along so badly.
They'll start fighting at the slightest disagreement.
really.
After hearing Gonggong's cold laughter.
Zhu Rong paused, her eyes flashing with anger, and retorted sharply.
"Gonggong!"
"It's one thing if you don't dare to go yourself, but you're here making sarcastic remarks."
"You scoundrel, you have disgraced our Ancestral Witches!"
Zhu Rong repeatedly called him a "rat" and scolded him.
Upon hearing this...
Gonggong was furious.
Although his words were not pleasant, he did not want Zhu Rong to die in vain.
This guy is so ungrateful.
Gonggong glared at him and immediately shouted back.
In a short time.
Zhu Rong and Gong Gong started hurling insults at each other, one after the other.
It smelled strongly of gunpowder.
The powder kegs of Zhurong and Gonggong seemed ready to explode at any moment.
Kuafu: "..."
The other Ancestral Witches: "..."
The Wu tribe was no stranger to this scene.
For countless years.
Zhu Rong and Gong Gong would do this almost whenever they had the chance.
Taunts, insults, fights, and then the ancestral witches try to mediate...
This business model is all too familiar to me.
Even so.
The entire Wu tribe is extremely troubled by these two.
......
It looked like Zhu Rong and Gong Gong were about to make their move.
Emperor Jiang, the chief of the Ancestral Witches, suppressed his speechlessness and shouted.
"Shut up, all of you!"
However.
To Dijiang's dismay...
Zhu Rong and Gong Gong seemed not to hear Di Jiang's voice, and continued to hurl insults at each other, even about to roll up their sleeves and fight!
Dijiang: "..."
Dijiang was even more speechless.
For countless years.
His elder brother had mediated so many fights that even Zhu Rong and Gong Gong had become immune to them.
Dijiang sighed deeply and could only turn his pleading gaze to Houtu.
Among the twelve ancestral witches.
Only Houtu could make these two hot-tempered older brothers obey.
......
I sensed Dijiang's gaze.
Houtu nodded slightly, then stood up and said in a crisp voice.
"Fourth Brother, Fifth Brother!"
"If you keep arguing, don't expect me to give you any more drinks."
These words were spoken.
Zhu Rong and Gong Gong, who had been arguing loudly, were suddenly shaken, and their expressions changed drastically.
Many years ago.
The ancestral witch Houtu obtained a brewing recipe called "Erguotou" from somewhere.
After several attempts.
Hou Tu actually managed to brew Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor).
Although this Erguotou spirit liquor has a very low concentration of spiritual energy, it is prized for its strong flavor and is deeply loved by the Wu tribe.
Zhu Rong and Gong Gong were also avid fans of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor).
If you can't win an argument, that's fine.
We absolutely can't refuse this drink!
Threatened by Houtu in this way.
Zhu Rong and Gong Gong immediately shrank their eggs.
"snort!"
"snort!"
After each letting out a cold snort, Zhurong and Gonggong sat down sullenly, giving Houtu a fawning look before they left...
......
Dijiang glanced approvingly at Houtu before slowly speaking.
"Although the demon race is not as strong as us as a whole."
"But if those two golden crows were to establish a demon court and successfully integrate the demon race, it would be a very troublesome matter for us."
"We must not allow the Demon Court to be established."
Speaking of which...
Dijiang glared fiercely at Zhurong again and said.
"The overall strength of the demon race is not low."
“Dijiang and Taiyi are no weaker than us brothers in terms of individual strength.”
"Not to mention, there are also demon clans like Bai Ze and Ji Meng, who are also Great Luo Immortals."
"We must not act rashly."
"It can be done this way..."
As Dijiang's voice continued to ring out.
The atmosphere inside the Pangu Hall also became much more relaxed.
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