Chapter 80: War of the Liches◇
War
In addition to the five-colored stones, the sky repair project also requires pillars that can replace the Buzhou Mountain that supports the sky.
But Mount Buzhou was formed from Pangu's spine. What else can replace Pangu's spine?
When Nuwa raised the question, Tongtian fell into deep thought.
It’s true!
In the North Sea, there is a black tortoise that has lived from the beginning of the world to the present day. It was born with deficiencies and has not been able to successfully transform into a Taoist body after living for countless years. It can only live in its original form. Its body is huge, almost as tall as the sky, and it is just right to be used as a pillar to support the sky.
The thought came to him out of nowhere, and he heard a voice urging him to go to the North Sea, as if something was waiting for him there.
The voices whispered, almost disturbing his consciousness.
Something seemed to grab the front of his shirt. He blinked lightly, regaining his clarity, and whispered, "What's wrong?"
Kong Shuang whispered, "The sky can't hold on any longer."
Tongtian looked up and saw that without the support of the pillar of heaven, cracks were spreading around the large hole in the sky that had been smashed. Both mending the sky and supporting the sky could not wait any longer.
It urged him to go to the North Sea more and more. His subconscious mind did not want to listen to the voice that told him to go to the North Sea to find the black turtle, but under the circumstances, he had no choice but to go.
What exactly is waiting for me in the North Sea?
Tongtian felt a little excited. Since he couldn't avoid it, he might as well find out for himself.
He stood up and said goodbye to the other saints.
In the ancient times, most of the flood water was evaporated by the divine fire on Kong Shuang's feathers, and the rest of the flood water slowly flowed into the four seas. The flood water receded, revealing the ground. The human race was reborn, thinking that this ordeal was over, but they did not know that an even greater crisis was waiting for them.
Kong Shuang flew out from Tongtian's clothes, took back the fallen feathers, returned to the Immortal Volcano to meditate, and practiced again to restore his magic power.
When he came out of seclusion again, the task of mending the sky had reached its final stage. The saints had their own division of labor. Nuwa refined the five-colored stones, Laozi Yuanshi led his disciples to rescue the human race, and Tongtian went to the North Sea and cut off the limbs of the black turtle to make pillars to support the sky.
When Kong Shuang returned to Buzhou Mountain with full health, all the saints gathered together, including the two from the West.
When enemies meet, Zhunti saw Kong Shuang, snorted heavily, and turned his bruised head away.
Kong Shuang raised an eyebrow, noticing that the two men were covered in wounds, especially their faces, which were almost beaten into pig heads. He smiled and stepped forward: "Oh my - two saints, what's wrong with you? Who could hurt a saint?"
Nuwa was mending the sky, and Tongtian was placing the pillars of heaven. Only Laozi and Yuanshi were left standing by, and they sneered when they heard what he said.
Zhunti was about to attack Kong Shuang, but when he heard Yuanshi's sneer, the tragic experiences of being beaten by the three single parties over the years came to his mind. He couldn't help but shrink his neck, not daring to attack Kong Shuang again. He could only scold him: "Go away, go away! Do you think you can inquire about the saint's affairs? Leave immediately!"
Kong Shuang never missed any opportunity to laugh at Zhunti, and continued shamelessly:
"I've known the Saint for many years and know you've always been a man of few words. It's okay for you to be beaten, but you should be careful of your Western disciples. If they all learn your bad manners, and one day they're covered with a sack and beaten into this state, wouldn't the entire West be a laughingstock?"
"You--" Zhunti was so angry that his face turned red. He picked up the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree and was about to fight Kong Shuang.
Jie Yin, standing by, quickly pulled him back and whispered, "All the saints are here now. The two of you are on good terms with her, and I, Yuanshi, also dislike us. So what if we let her vent her anger? After all, she's just riding on the coattails of others. When she loses her support, she'll be at your mercy."
Zhunti took back the magic weapon with hatred.
On the other side, Tongtian returned after setting up the Sky Pillar. Kong Shuang no longer had the heart to argue with Zhunti Jieyin, and asked Tongtian, "Did you kill the Black Turtle?"
Don't blame her for being curious. The North Sea Black Turtle had done nothing wrong. How could Tongtian, who was compassionate to all living beings, kill it at will?
Tongtian glanced back at Yuanshi, secretly pulled her hand into his sleeve, and whispered, "He has lived for too long but has never been able to transform into a human form. He has long been tired of it. When he heard that I could be the pillar supporting the sky, he begged to be allowed to return to the primitive world. However, he has a wish..."
Kong Shuang reached into his sleeve and felt a slippery turtle shell. The turtle shell seemed to sense someone touching it and moved.
It turned out to be a little turtle.
It was a bit amusing, so she poked the turtle's shell again. The little turtle reacted even more and rolled over.
Tongtian continued, "This is a descendant of the Black Turtle. Like him, he has never been able to transform. He asked me to accept him as a disciple, teach him the method of cultivation, pass on the Taoist tradition, and help him cultivate the Taoist body. This is also a comfort."
He never expected that the person waiting for him in Beihai was actually a disciple.
Kong Shuang's hand that was poking the turtle shell froze, he stopped moving, and slowly withdrew his hand.
Does she know who this little turtle is?
One of the four future disciples of Jiejiao - Turtle Spirit Holy Mother!
In the war in later generations, the Jie Religion was defeated, and from the leader on down, each one was more unlucky than the other. However, this little turtle was the most unlucky one, and his end was the worst.
He was devoured by a mosquito from the west, which sucked away his cultivation. His spirit was scattered and he disappeared alive, leaving no trace in the ancient world.
Kong's double eyelids twitched, his heart suddenly felt heavy, and he grabbed Tongtian's sleeves and tightened them hard.
At this time, Nuwa had placed all the refined five-colored stones in the sky. The dark holes were filled, and the west instantly became a colorful, dazzling sight.
Seeing this, Nuwa finally breathed a sigh of relief and flew down from the auspicious clouds with the used Qiankun Ding to find Kong Shuang to express her gratitude.
Kong Shuang said generously, "No, no, no—" and took back the Qiankun Ding.
There were still a few pieces of colorful stones left in the Qiankun Ding. Kong Shuang took them out and was about to return them to Nuwa when suddenly an idea flashed in his mind. He looked at the colorful stones with a bit of uncontrollable excitement in his eyes.
There were only three stones left. She stared at them for a long time, looking at the three colorful stones of different sizes and colors, but she still couldn't guess which one was the male god Monkey Brother.
Tongtian saw that she was lost in thought and couldn't help asking, "What are you looking for?"
Kong Shuang answered seriously: "Find out which stone is the most handsome?"
Tongtian frowned. Although the three colorful stones were brightly colored, they could not be associated with the word "Jun" in any way.
In the end, no one could tell which one was Monkey King, so Kong Shuang resigned himself to his fate and returned the five-colored stone to Nuwa.
Nuwa took it, took a look at it and said, "These three stones each have their own destiny."
She threw three stones into the wilderness at random. One of them fell somewhere in the wilderness, another one floated to the west for some reason, and the last one was even more amazing. It circled in the sky for a long time and finally chose an island to live on.
Kong's eyes lit up, and he looked towards the last multicolored stone with reluctance. He quickly pulled Tongtian's sleeve and asked, "If one day, that multicolored stone develops intelligence, would you be willing to accept it as your disciple?"
She looked surprised, her eyes sparkling, and she couldn't wait to follow the colorful stone.
Tongtian pursed his lips slightly, "When did it become so easy to accept me as a disciple?"
Kong Shuang didn't take it to heart and was looking forward to the birth of the future male god.
Yuanshi, who was standing aside, looked at the two of them with an increasingly complicated look, thinking that the bird had left, and then Kong Shuang followed back. Neither of them was aware of the other's existence. His younger brother managed his time well, and could be called a master of time management.
Thinking of this, he looked at Kong Shuang with a little more pity. Seeing that his brother's attitude towards her now was much worse than before, he must be tired of her.
…
After repairing the sky, the next thing is to reward people according to their merits.
The way of heaven bestowed merit upon everyone, and a golden light of merit appeared in the sky.
Five-tenths of the merit first fell on Nuwa, who contributed the most, and the remaining half and two-tenths were given to Zhunti to guide her.
Seeing this, Kong Shuang said coldly: "The two saints have really gained a lot this time——"
She emphasized the words "reap a lot".
Nuwa said with a half-smile: "For this matter concerning the human race, I would like to thank my two junior brothers."
The Three Pure Ones rescued the human race, helped them escape from the sea of suffering, escorted them to higher places where there were no floods, and even cured illnesses and saved lives. As the mother of the human race, she was truly grateful.
But these two shameless people, Zhunti and Jie Yin, said that they were rescuing the human race but they directly took the human race to preach. What was even more outrageous was that the human race rescued from the flood were directly packed up and sent to the west. How could she tolerate this?
Even though Zhunti was thick-skinned, his face turned red after hearing what the two said.
After dividing it among the two people in the west, the golden light of merit turned to the Three Pure Ones. Yuanshi Laozi accepted the golden light of merit and bowed slightly to the sky. But when it was Tongtian's turn, the situation changed.
He looked at Laozi Yuanshi and asked, "The creatures of the prehistoric world have suffered one after another. I have become a saint. I wish to spare no merit and benefit all living beings."
Laozi smiled and nodded slightly: "Good!"
Yuanshi didn't say anything, but there was a hint of relief in his eyes.
Tongtian smiled lightly and waved his wide sleeves, dividing the merits that fell in front of him into two halves. One half went to the soul of the Sky-supporting Black Turtle, which had not yet had time to reincarnate, and the other half fell into the wilderness and was distributed to all living beings.
After doing all this, Tongtian put his hands behind his back and stopped talking.
Everyone felt a little weird, but they didn't find anything strange.
Kong Shuang's eyes turned, and he suddenly remembered that Tongtian did not thank the Heavenly Dao after he had done good deeds.
She couldn't help but wonder if Tongtian didn't want to thank the Heavenly Dao, so he distributed the merits to the creatures in the ancient world.
She was not the only one who had this suspicion. In the sky, the golden light of merit remained motionless, waiting for Tongtian to express his gratitude or bow like the people before him. However, after waiting for a long time, he did not make any move.
Gongde Jinguan realized belatedly that the other person didn't care about him at all. If you ignore me now, forget about me in the future.
There was a thunderclap in the clear sky.
Merit Golden Light turned around, twisted his butt and walked away with a bad temper.
Everyone suddenly realized where the strange feeling came from:
Speaking of the hero who saved the world from flood and fire, it was not Nuwa who repaired the sky, nor the Three Pure Ones and Two Saints, but Kong Shuang who first discovered the problem, used the Qiankun Ding to block the water of the Tianhe River, and eliminated the remaining flood.
After all, the saints were still in Zixiao Palace at that time, and only she was able to turn the tide and help the human race. Otherwise, the creatures who died in the prehistoric times would not know this, and that would be a real disaster.
But now even Zhunti Jieyin, who was slacking off to preach, has gained merit, but she has gained nothing, wasting her cultivation and magic weapons, and losing both her wife and her army.
There was a hint of sympathy in Nuwa's eyes.
Zhunti laughed heartily, feeling refreshed for a moment, and mocked without hesitation: "Tsk tsk, how pitiful! Why don't you beg me? If you humble yourself and become my humble servant, I might give you some."
Kong Shuang raised her eyes and glanced at Tongtian. She didn't believe that the heaven had forgotten her. It was more likely that she was implicated by someone... But that was not a big deal. She had a lot of karma to bear anyway, so merits and virtues were not that important to her.
No amount of merit could eliminate the karma on her body. Moreover, Heaven had always disliked her. Her merit was not as important to her as the few colorful stones left by Nuwa.
You may not be interested in merit, but you cannot lose face. Kong Shuang said softly to Zhunti: "Farewell, it hurts my eyes to see the merits that some people get shamelessly. Besides, some people still have the merits of forty-eight vows left to repay. It is better to think about how to shamelessly steal more, so as not to say that you are a saint who achieved success by making a wish——"
At this point, she laughed softly, and her voice became even more delicate and artificial as she said to Tong Tian: "Shame on you!"
The tone and voice were deliberate. He didn't explicitly say who it was, but every sentence hinted at who it was.
What Zhunti hated most in his life was when someone brought up the fact that his brothers had vowed to become saints. His face turned ugly, but he didn't dare to retort, for fear that Kong Shuang would say something even more unpleasant. He could only clasp his hands together and recite scriptures silently.
Although he was reciting scriptures, his mind was not at peace, and he did not understand what he was reciting. Jie Yin had a headache listening to him, and the veins on his bald forehead were throbbing.
Chanting scriptures was their livelihood, but Zhunti chanted like this. He felt ashamed and hurriedly took his brother away.
…
When Mount Buzhou fell, the Wu Clan hurriedly evacuated under the leadership of the Ancestral Witch. Now most of the flood has receded, leaving only a few remnants. The ferocious Wu Clan has not returned, and the human race has had a chance to catch their breath and has begun to celebrate.
Compared with the cheerful human race, the witch race is not so lucky.
When Mount Buzhou fell, there was such a loud noise that the deaths of Zhurong and Gonggong could not be concealed.
Emperor Jun soon learned the news and was overjoyed. The Wu Clan's combat power was greatly reduced, but the Demon Clan's Zhoutian Xingdou Formation was already completed. However, if he went to attack the Wu Clan when they were in such a miserable situation, it would not sound so glorious. He immediately became reserved and summoned all the demon gods to discuss the matter.
The demon general Lu Wu understands Emperor Jun's thoughts best and is good at scheming. He is Emperor Jun's number one confidant and was originally a prominent figure under Emperor Jun.
But ever since Kong Shuang implied that Taiyin had the intention to replace the Demon King, he was subtly excluded by Di Jun and was not even allowed to take charge of the construction of the Zhoutian Star Array.
Emperor Jun didn't believe that he really dared to usurp the throne, but he still had some resentment in his heart.
When Lu Wu was racking his brains over how to regain the Demon King's trust, Di Jun called everyone to a small meeting. Knowing Di Jun as he was, he naturally understood Di Jun's thoughts and immediately suggested taking advantage of the opportunity to send troops to attack the Witch Clan.
Although Di Jun was happy in his heart, he still showed hesitation on his face: "But now the Wu clan is imprisoned. If I send troops at this time, it would be like adding insult to injury."
Little guy, I don’t understand you!
Lu Wu chuckled softly and said righteously, "Your Majesty may be compassionate to all living beings, but the Wu clan is inherently bloodthirsty. If we don't take action now, when will we be able to avenge the young prince?"
Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, this is the usual way of doing things in the ancient times.
Di Jun felt that it was about time, so he wanted to agree with Lu Wu's words and challenge the Wu clan to a fight.
Taiyi, who had been mumbling silently in the background, suddenly spoke up: "Brother, Houyi, who shot my nephews, is dead. This has nothing to do with the other Wu tribes. The floodwaters above the prehistoric world have not yet receded. If a war breaks out, I'm afraid there will be great suffering."
Di Jun stared at his brother for a long time, feeling extremely regretful. If he had known earlier, he would not have allowed his brother to have any contact with Tongtian of Kunlun Mountain. He was so lenient and led him away for no reason, which was far from the decisiveness of the dignified Donghuang.
After defeating the Wu Clan and seizing Kunpeng's Hongmeng Purple Qi, who would he fear in the prehistoric world? Kunlun Mountain, the West, and even Nuwa would all be indispensable. He would make all the saints bow down to him!
He sighed softly and patted Taiyi's shoulder: "You stay in the Heavenly Palace to guard it, and don't participate in this battle."
After saying this, he led the demon gods and demon generals down from the heaven and set up the Zhoutian Star Fighting Array.
When the enemy attacked, the witch clan hurriedly set up the Twelve Gods and Demons Formation to respond. The Twelve Gods and Demons Formation was originally required to be set up by the twelve ancestor witches, but now two of the original twelve ancestor witches are gone, and its power is not as strong as before.
The demon clan was not much behind. Di Jun originally thought that the witch clan would be much weaker after losing Zhu Rong and Gong Gong, but when they started fighting, he finally discovered something:
Although there were two fewer people from the Witch Clan, there were also two fewer people from the Demon Clan. Di Jun suddenly remembered that his wife and sister-in-law had broken up on their own.
The Great Zhoutian Star Array combines the power of 365 stars in the sky, with the Sun and the Moon as the main stars. Each star is guarded by a demon god. Emperor Jun uses the River Map and Luo Shu as the center of the array. Its power is as great as the Twelve Capitals of Gods and Demons Array of the Witch Clan. Even a saint would have to admit defeat.
Originally, Xihe was in charge of the Sun Star, and Changxi was in charge of the Moon Star, but now neither Xihe nor Changxi could come. Without the main star, the power of the Zhoutian Star Fighting Array was greatly reduced. The Twelve Capitals of Gods and Demons Array, which also had its power greatly reduced, was evenly matched, and for a while, it was impossible to tell the winner.
Even though these two great killing formations in the ancient times did not exert their original power, they were still a disaster for the weak creatures in the ancient times. Both tribes suffered casualties, which was a horrific sight.
Since Hou Tu had been listening to the teachings in Zixiao Palace, she had become increasingly disgusted with the suffering of the living. She couldn't bear it, and she remembered that Zhu Rong and Gong Gong had died because of her. She really didn't want to see any more casualties among her clansmen or even her brothers and sisters. She pleaded painfully to the old Emperor Jiang:
"Brother, our people died tragically in the war. How could you bear this? Stop. Let's make peace with the demon tribe. From now on, the two tribes will rule the wilderness together!"
Di Jiang had always been at a loss for what to do with his youngest sister, and he couldn't change her mind, so he could only scold her, "If you don't want to join the battle, then step aside. I won't force you. If you disrupt morale, I'll punish you!"
Hou Tuwei left the Twelve Capitals of Gods and Demons formation with grievance, and became even more restless watching the battle from the sidelines. She could only do her best to help the creatures affected by this war.
She had been leading the Wu Clan to evacuate Mount Buzhou, and then fought against the Demon Clan. It was not until this time that she had some free time and realized a problem; Kunpeng's disciples fled to the Wu Clan and asked for her protection, but Garuda did not evacuate with the Wu Clan. He ran away mysteriously at some point.
Garuda did not run away, but he escaped. Houtu ignored Garuda because the Wu clan evacuated Mount Buzhou, but Dijiang still remembered him. He hated the pretty boy Kunpeng who wanted to kidnap his sister, so how could he take in the pretty boy's apprentice?
So he secretly sent people to hunt down Garuda, intending to kill him.
But Garuda was not stupid. He had attended the Taoist's class with Kunpeng, and then followed his teacher to be hunted down by various forces in the prehistoric world. After discovering that he could not defeat the Witch Clan, he quickly ran away.
Kong Shuang had explained earlier that the most dangerous place is the safest place. Garuda turned around and thought about it, then returned to the demon tribe that had been wanted for him and wanted to use him to threaten Kunpeng. He summoned his trump card Kong Shuang, sneaked in and rescued Kunpeng.
Donghuang Taiyi is now the master of the Heavenly Court. His subordinates report that Kunpeng has escaped. Taiyi knows that his brother is determined to snatch Kunpeng's Hongmeng Purple Qi to become a saint himself. He can't help feeling guilty towards Kunpeng, so he secretly conceals the news and does not let it pass on to Di Jun.
After rescuing Kunpeng, Kong Shuang hurried to the battlefield between the Lich and the Wizard, but found that the scene was not what she had imagined.
According to the plot she expected, Hou Tu saw the two tribes of wizards and liches killing each other, resulting in countless casualties, and the ancient world was devastated by the war. Then she became compassionate, entered into a state of meditation, and realized the way of reincarnation.
Then, her boyfriend Kunpeng traveled a thousand miles to deliver the Primordial Purple Qi. The gift was more important than the love, and he instantly became a Saint. He defeated his own Emperor Jiang and kicked the neighboring Emperor Jun, bringing peace to the Primordial World...
But although Hou Tu now also has a compassionate heart, she has no intention of understanding the six reincarnations. She even acts as a military doctor, saving one person after another when the two tribes fight each other. She is very busy and even her complexion looks a little better. She actually seems to be enjoying it.
But there is no shortage of doctors in the ancient times, what is lacking is saints who are in charge of the soul's rebirth and reincarnation.
Kong Shuang was furious, and later realized that the power of this catastrophe in the ancient times was greatly weakened because of his intervention. Although there were still casualties, it was far from enough to allow Hou Tu to realize the six realms of reincarnation.
Do we really want so many people to die in the ancient times?
Kong Shuang shook his head and looked at Tongtian beside him. Even if he agreed, he would not agree.
"Why, you boasted of your unparalleled wisdom and knowledge of the past and the future, and now you've made a fool of yourself?"
The person next to him laughed softly, and there was a hint of teasing in the clear voice.
Kong Shuang's anxious mood calmed down as if a stream of cool spring water had been poured on him. Not wanting to ask how he knew that, he asked, "Did you know that Hou Tu was going to become a saint?"
Tongtian smiled and raised his head slightly, a little more proud: "Not only that, I also guessed her way to sainthood."
At this point, his voice suddenly lowered, and he leaned close to her ear: "I have a way to make your wish come true, are you willing?"
Kong Shuang curled her lips and pulled his sleeve coquettishly: "Are you serious?"
Tongtian was very impressed by her tricks, and his voice became low and hoarse: "As you wish!"
The solution is very simple. Give Hou Tu a God's perspective, allowing her to look at the overall situation from a completely new level and see clearly the current situation of the witch clan.
Tongtian took out the Qingxin Bell that Kong Shuang had thrown to him from his sleeve. The Qingxin Bell was a magical thing. In addition to the function of helping people to see through the devil and be clear-minded and calm, which Kong Shuang had discovered, it also had another ability - to conceal the secrets of heaven!
When he first met Kong Shuang, he divined that Kong Shuang's feathers were five-colored and brilliant, but the real Kong Shuang's feathers were snow-white. The real reason was that the Qingxin Bell concealed the secret.
He injected his magic power into it and threw the Qingxin Bell into the sky. Compared to Kong Shuang who could only conceal himself when he was weak, he, as a saint, could completely conceal the secret of heaven. Neither the saint nor the Taoist Ancestor Tiandao would notice it at all.
Once we cover the eyes of Heaven, the rest of the things will be easy.
Tongtian has wisdom eyes that can see through cause and effect karma. He pinched the magic spell with his fingertips, temporarily transferred his wisdom eyes to Houtu, and cast a spell to help her open this skill point.
Hou Tu, who was completely unaware, felt her consciousness flicker and everything in front of her eyes went dark. She did not take it seriously, opened her eyes and continued her work, when she suddenly discovered that the battlefield had changed drastically.
Black air rose into the sky, blood mist was thick, and even the sun star in the sky that brought light to the prehistoric world looked extremely strange.
Countless karmas were entangled in the bodies of the two tribes of witches and liches, and the battlefield was filled with evil spirits. The souls of the dead tribesmen floated in the air, fighting with the opposing witch tribe, as if they had lost their minds and only knew how to kill.
This is not the end. The rest of the creatures who died in the war between the two tribes, especially the weakest humans, were filled with resentment. They followed the two tribes, biting the fate of the wizards or monsters, and refused to let go.
Hou Tu was horrified, thinking that she had seen it wrong. She blinked her eyes hurriedly, but the scene was still in front of her. At this moment, the powerful ancestor of witches was left with only fear in his heart. He felt a chill on his back, and even his legs and feet became weak.
A thought flashed through her mind, and a clear male voice rang in her ears:
"Only by resolving what you see can the Wu Clan have a chance of survival."
What method was it? Hou Tu bit her lower lip, her sea of consciousness rapidly turning, and she unconsciously entered a state of meditation.
At the same time, the struggle between the two races of Lich and Warlock entered a white-hot stage, changing from the situation where each of the top, middle and bottom lanes attacked their own towers to a team battle with auxiliary shooters joining in.
After eating up the economic resources from the small monsters, the two leaders Di Jun and Di Jiang started fighting each other. The Twelve Capitals of Gods and Demons Formation and the Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation also fought each other. Light and shadow intertwined, and murderous aura was everywhere.
Di Jiang's originally plain animal skin robe became even more tattered and could only barely cover the key parts. Di Jun's golden imperial robe was also stained with blood and dust, and looked in a dishevel.
The two bosses were in such a mess, not to mention the other ancestor witches and demon gods. Even Nuwa's brother, Fuxi, who was always gentle and elegant, was influenced by the other side and cursed them like "you are not worthy of being a human being".
Kong Shuang, who was watching, thought to himself: I wonder what Nuwa was thinking when she saw such a scene.
Since becoming the Demon King, Di Jun has been devoted to the cultivation of the emperor and handling government affairs, and gradually neglected his cultivation. His magic power used to be comparable to that of Di Jiang, but now he can only admit defeat.
Di Jiang became more and more courageous as the fight went on. When he got excited, he picked up a small hill nearby and smashed it towards Di Jun, not caring whether the person next to him was an enemy or a friend. Di Jun hurriedly used the River Map and Luo Shu to fan the hill over, killing a group of wizards and monsters. There was blood mist everywhere again, and it was unknown how many people were killed or injured.
Di Jiang cursed, "You flat-haired beast," and while Di Jun wasn't paying attention, he raised his fist and hit him again.
Di Jun was unable to dodge and could only take the punch directly, but he saw a person flash in front of him and took the punch for him.
The man was beaten and flew away. Di Jun was shocked. It turned out to be Fuxi, whom he had neglected in recent years.
He had always been wary of Fuxi because of Nuwa, but he never expected that Fuxi would go to such lengths for him. Di Jun felt regretful and struggled to fly over to catch Fuxi.
"Why does Demon Commander have to do this?"
Fuxi spat out a mouthful of blood and smiled weakly at Di Jun: "Since I am loyal to Your Majesty, I will naturally put Your Majesty first in everything I do."
Di Jun felt both relieved and guilty. He was about to say some sentimental words to Fuxi, but he saw Fuxi's pupils suddenly dilate and he pounced behind him.
Kong Shuang, who was far away, suddenly became serious: "Not good!" He quickly took action to prevent the tragedy from happening, but he was still a second too late.
It turned out that Fuxi had been fighting with Qiangliang, the ancestor of the witch clan, but Fuxi turned around and helped Di Jun block the punch. Then, Di Jun and Fuxi expressed their true feelings. The two of them lost their guard during the conversation, so Qiangliang sneaked around behind them and attacked Di Jun directly from behind.
Fuxi once again blocked an attack for Di Jun and was beaten so hard that he vomited blood again.
Dijiang also picked up a mountain and chased after him, smashing it towards the seriously injured Fuxi...
Di Jun gritted his teeth and felt a sudden pain in his heart.
Fuxi knew that he was doomed, so he tried his best to hold Qiangliang back and waited for the mountain to fall.
He knew in his heart that he was seriously injured and his soul would probably return to the arms of Pangu the Father God after this ordeal, but Qiangliang might not die... Thinking of this, Fuxi gritted his teeth and resolutely blew himself up while he was still conscious.
Qiang Liang, who was dragged by him, did not expect Fuxi's return. He struggled in panic and was unable to do so. He also went to see Pangu Dad. The ordinary witches and monsters who were fighting nearby were also implicated and killed in the explosion.
The mountain that Dijiang smashed down broke into pieces and fell onto the battlefield. Many demons and witches fell to the ground, their flesh and blood stained.
Kong Shuang guessed what Fuxi was thinking, but she was still a step too slow. While everyone was shocked by the power of Fuxi's self-explosion, she quickly took away Fuxi's soul before anyone noticed.
The wizards have no souls, but Qiang Liang, as the ancestor wizard of thunder, left behind the origin of the law of thunder, which was taken away by her.
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