Chapter 78 Disaster Strikes Again◇
◎Mount Buzhou collapses◎
Kong Shuang took a deep breath in pain, pulled his friend back to the Moon Palace to discuss.
This was the first time she had been so upset since she met Tongtian. Even the last time she dealt with Zhunti Jieyin, she wasn't so exhausted.
Chang Xi’s attitude was very clear: both Chang’e and Houyi had to die for her.
She didn't care whether her cultivation level would decline or not, she just wanted her enemy to die.
Kong Shuang understood her feelings, but did not support her approach. Putting aside his cultivation, Houyi was a hero who shot down the sun, and he was well-known in the Heavenly Dao. Killing him would naturally bring him great consequences.
I am not afraid of having too many karmas on my body, but my friend is different. She was originally going to die on the battlefield of the Lich War. If she wants to change her fate, she will naturally try to avoid being involved in karmas as much as possible.
Since the two of them couldn't reach a consensus, Kong Shuang slammed the table and made a decision: "Let's compromise!"
Regarding death, the most widely circulated saying in the ancient times is that the body dies and the soul disappears. When the body dies, the soul also dissipates. The words Kong Shuang used to threaten Chang'e before were to torture Houyi's soul before it dissipated.
This compromise means killing them and then keeping their souls.
The two people acted separately. Chang'e had no soul, but was conscious, so Chang Xi took action personally.
Chang Xi hated Chang'e's betrayal so much that he destroyed Chang'e's body and stuffed her consciousness into the body of a toad. Her cultivation and magic power were destroyed along with her body, and she could only practice slowly on her own to transform into a human form again.
The once beautiful Moon Fairy has become an ugly toad. It would be better for her to die.
Kong Shuang took Houyi away. There was no deep hatred between her and Houyi, so she could not be as cruel as Chang Xi and could not bring herself to kill Houyi.
Hou Yi was extremely sad. His wife's original intention in approaching him was to kill him. The immortal who had given him the elixir, to whom he was so grateful, actually wanted to lure him into a trap. He could not accept it and questioned Kong Shuang with bare eyes:
"Immortal Venerable, I don't know what I did wrong. Did I shoot the little golden crow? But they also killed my friends in the sun. Don't they deserve to die?"
Kong Shuang was silent. The real outbreak point of the war between the Lich and the Warlocks was when Houyi shot and killed the Little Golden Crow. This was Houyi's destiny.
In fact, whether it is Zhunti Jieyin, the real culprit, or Houyi, they are just pawns used to start the second catastrophe.
Kong Shuang sighed softly. Isn’t it just fate? What she hated the most was fate.
His eyes gradually became firm, and Kong Shuang reached out and patted Hou Yi's shoulder: "Don't be sad, at worst I can avenge you."
Houyi was surprised and was about to ask when he saw Kong Shuang smile, raise his hand and slash with the knife. Houyi's consciousness gradually became blurred and he knew nothing.
She swiftly cut off Hou Yi's body and took away his soul. The soul was fragile and could easily be shattered if not handled with care. She placed it in a magic weapon and nurtured it well, preparing to give him a chance to be reborn one day.
The matter of Chang'e came to an end, but the revenge of Xiao Jinwu was not resolved. Kong Shuang looked in the direction of the sun star, and it was time to harvest the next head.
Harvesting Di Jun's head does not necessarily mean that Di Jun will die in the true sense. As long as he loses his cultivation, or becomes stupid or disabled, as long as he is no longer able to serve as the Demon King.
But Di Jun is different from Houyi. He is responsible for the great merit of establishing the Heavenly Court and is powerful in himself. What's more, he has countless powerful people under his command and a younger brother who is known as the number one person under the saint. He is much more difficult to deal with and he should make careful plans.
Before Kong Shuang could figure out how to deal with Di Jun, something happened to the Wu clan on the other side.
When Chang'e and Houyi flew to the moon, they went up together in front of many wizards. Although those wizards were amazed, they did not expect that this was Houyi's great killing calamity, so they dispersed.
But they didn't expect that Houyi would never come back.
The matter was soon reported to the ears of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Unlike these ordinary witches, they soon realized that Houyi had been plotted against and was in great danger.
They used the secret method of the witch clan to calculate, and the result was just as they expected, Houyi died.
Zhurong, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, was furious and immediately wanted to lead his people to the Heavenly Palace to demand an explanation from those flat-haired beasts.
Hou Tu disagreed. She was kind-hearted and understood that if they attacked the Heavenly Palace, the war between the wizards and the liches would begin completely and would be out of control. All the people in the world would be devastated, repeating the tragic situation of the first calamity between the dragon and the phoenix.
Zhu Rong had disliked her ever since the incident between Hou Tu and Kun Peng at the foot of Mount Buzhou, believing her to be colluding with the demon clan. He scolded her rudely, "Hou Tu, don't think I don't know that you secretly took in a demon clan member. Now, in this situation, you're also trying to deceive and help the demon clan. Whose side are you on?"
Hou Tu blushed. Kunpeng was imprisoned in the Heavenly Palace by Emperor Jun, and his disciple Garuda had nowhere else to go and had no choice but to come to her for help. She had a long-term friendship with Kunpeng, and Kunpeng only had this one disciple, so she could only protect Garuda. But if she was accused of favoring the demon clan, she could not agree.
She tried to reason with Zhu Rong: "Brother, my clan killed the nine sons of Emperor Jun, but so far, the demon clan has only attacked Kuafu and Houyi. In the end, we are the better ones. Why not reconcile and save the lives of the people in the prehistoric world from suffering?"
These words ignited Zhu Rong's temper. He pointed at Hou Tu's nose and cursed: "I think you are really blinded by the pretty boy of the demon tribe. You are wholeheartedly loyal to the demon tribe. Why don't you go to the demon tribe and live with your pretty boy?"
This was undoubtedly humiliating to Hou Tu. She had always been the most beloved little sister, held in the palm of her brothers and sisters' hands. She had never been scolded like this before, and she immediately got upset and defended herself, "Hou Tu was only thinking about the lives of the prehistoric creatures. I never had the slightest intention of betraying the Wu Clan."
Zhu Rong was too hot-tempered to listen and started cursing at him again. This made Gonggong, the ancestor of water, who had the best relationship with Hou Tu, unable to bear it anymore and he started cursing at Zhu Rong.
Di Jiang watched his brother and sister argue for a while with a cold eye, and finally made the final decision:
"Alright, stop arguing. Di Jun of the demon clan is treacherous and sinister. I think he sent this Kunpeng to deliberately destroy the unity within our Wu clan. I believe Hou Tu has no intention of betraying the Wu clan. From now on, no one can mention the name Kunpeng again."
This statement was somewhat feasible. Gonggong stopped talking and whispered to comfort Houtu.
Zhu Rong, however, became relentless, lying down on the animal hide behind him. Sparks flew off his face, and he angrily said, "Since that's the case, we must fight the demon race even harder. We must capture Kunpeng alive and have Hou Tu personally execute him."
The tears that Hou Tu had just cried out for help from her brother burst out again. Everyone in the Wu clan knew that ever since they had listened to the teachings in Zixiao Palace, she had been so moved that she would not even dare to step on an ant, let alone kill her lover with her own hands.
Hou Tu said with red eyes: "Brother, you are going too far!"
Zhu Rong sneered complacently.
How could Gonggong bear it when he saw his sister being scolded and crying again? One of them was the ancestor of water, and the other was the ancestor of fire. Water and fire were originally incompatible, and now they started arguing because of Hou Tu.
As they were arguing, they started fighting.
This was not the first time that the two had quarreled and fought. The remaining members of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, such as Tian Wu Qiangliang, saw that they were ready to watch another show, so they all suggested that the two brothers go out to fight, as there was a larger area outside where they could fight.
Di Jiang was so annoyed by these brothers and sisters who were just watching the fun and making trouble that he just walked away in anger.
Zhurong and Gonggong were both among the most powerful people in the ancient times. The conflict between water and fire suddenly caused a storm and the sky and earth to change color.
Tian Wu Qiangliang and the others found it more and more interesting the more they watched, and they did not notice that the two men were so blood-thirsty that their minds were blurred.
The two men's fighting moves became more and more fierce. As the fight went on, it became impossible to tell whether the other party was a brother or an enemy.
After fighting for several days, the ancient witches who were watching the battle found for the first time that the two could fight for such a long time. The more they watched, the more bored they became. They had no mood to watch the battle and left one after another.
Zhu Rong had a son named Prince Changqin. When he saw his father and uncle fighting for a long time but still unable to separate, he realized something was wrong and picked up his magic qin to stop them.
He played the immortal harp, the immortal music was wonderful, lively and extraordinary, which could cleanse people's mood. Zhu Rong was first affected by his son, and even gradually regained his clarity of mind, and found that he was using a killing move against Gong Gong.
In the past fights between the two, he had never used this kind of move against the enemy. He broke out in a cold sweat on his back and quickly withdrew his hand.
But Gonggong was different. Prince Changqin was not his son, so the impact on him was not that great. His recovery speed was not as fast as Zhurong. Seeing that Zhurong stopped his killing move, he laughed twice and attacked Zhurong mercilessly.
Both of them were the true bodies of the Ancestral Witch. Gonggong stepped on a black dragon and had a green python wrapped around his hands, driving the two beasts to bite Zhurong directly.
Zhu Rong was caught off guard and had his feet bitten off by the black dragon. He screamed in pain and was about to curse Gonggong when the green python wrapped around his neck again and swallowed his head in one bite.
Zhu Rong's body stiffened and he fell to the ground in a daze. The death of the incarnation of the fire element and one of the twelve ancient witches came unexpectedly.
No one expected that Zhu Rong would die at the hands of his own brother and in the mouth of a green python.
Prince Changqin cried out in pain: "Father——"
The shrill cry awakened Gonggong's consciousness. He saw Zhurong dying in front of him, dying in his own hands.
When Zhurong died, the other ten ancient witches naturally felt something and were in great pain. They all came to the place where Zhurong and Gonggong were fighting, and saw Gonggong with an incredulous look on his face and Zhurong's headless body.
The ancient witches couldn't believe that Gonggong had actually killed Zhurong and demanded an explanation from him.
Gonggong looked at his hands blankly, the scene of killing Zhurong was still vivid in his mind. Even though he often had disputes and disagreements with Zhurong, in his heart, Zhurong was still his brother, a brother who had lived together for millions of years.
He looked at his brothers and sisters who were blaming him, laughed bitterly, strangled the green python that was still chewing Zhu Rong's head, and turned around and rushed towards Mount Buzhou in the horrified eyes of the ancient witches.
Having lost another one, the other ancestor witches suffered from excruciating pain, gnashing their teeth and beating their hearts. Apart from the grief, no one noticed that a faint trace of spiritual energy emerged from the body of the strangled green python in the dark, slowly rising into the sky, passing through the heavy strong winds, and entering the Zixiao Palace.
Mount Buzhou was formed from Pangu's spine and was the pillar supporting the sky. It was broken by Gonggong's collision. Suddenly, a huge black hole appeared in the sky, and the water from the Milky Way flowed back out.
At this moment on the Moon, Kong Shuang was racking his brains for a way to deal with Emperor Jun, when he suddenly heard a thunderous sound coming from the wilderness, so loud that it resounded through the sky.
She didn't even calculate her movements before leaving the Moon Palace. Just one look and she felt a throbbing pain on her forehead.
Oh my god! The sky is really falling this time!
She really can't handle this mess anymore!
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