"We, the witch clan, will absolutely abide by the destiny of the Taoist Ancestor!"
"Taozu, we have some suggestions!"
Di Jun gave him a sharp look.
The idiot witch clan, they don’t know destiny, they don’t know divination, they don’t know the fate of the demon clan and the witch clan mentioned in the hexagrams - the way of heaven basically wants them two clans to perish together!
Nowadays, the fate of the prehistoric era has gradually been transferred to the human race. If the human race is to become the leader of the prehistoric race in the future, the way of heaven must of course help the human race clear the obstacles.
The demon clan and shaman clan that now occupy the ancient wilderness, how to clear the obstacles
Of course, all lichs must be destroyed!
Daozu ignored Di Jun's plea and asked the Wu clan calmly: "Second Class, do you have any suggestions?"
Gonggong, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, bowed respectfully: "Taozu, if the war is just a truce, the minor frictions will not stop. How about the two Lich clans each sending a hostage? What do you think?"
Daozu thought slightly: "This is not bad."
Di Jun panicked: "Teacher Hongjun!"
Taiyi also looked very ugly: "Taozu, it's better to discuss this further. Since the war is about to cease, it's better to invite the Six Saints to come and jointly supervise..."
Another ancestral witch, Zhu Rong, sneered: "Who doesn't know that your demon tribe has a good relationship with Sanqing and Nuwa? There are four of the six saints, so you must be favored!"
Daozu's voice was indifferent: "There is no need to discuss, the matter of exchanging hostages has been decided, and you can choose the hostage candidate."
"Daozu!"
"Daozu!"
Di Jun and Tai Yi both begged unwillingly, the demon clan's faces were as dark as water, and Chen Yao even tightened his grip on Tong Su's hand uneasily.
For some reason, there was always a strange uneasiness in his heart that made his heart beat in panic. Only when he clung to Tong Su could he reluctantly relax.
The Wu Clan let out cheers of surprise. Di Jiang flapped his wings lightly. Xuan Ming and Zhu Jiuyin both shut up. He chuckled and stepped forward. The Wu Clan stood up straight and looked at Di Jun.
"Your Majesty Emperor Jun, I happen to have a suggestion regarding the hostages. Why don't you listen to it?"
Di Jun's eyes flashed with a fierce desire to kill: "What suggestions do you have!"
Di Jiang ignored his anger and said with a smile:
"I, Tu'er Yi, am the best archer in the world. I heard that you have a magical bow over there. I don't want any hostages anymore, so I want this magical bow. What do you think?"
boom-
The bright golden crow fire exploded instantly like a volcano erupting, rushing towards the Dijiang River. Chen Yao shouted: "You are dreaming!"
The expressions of Tong Su and Di Jun Taiyi both changed suddenly, and they immediately raised their hands to stop him, but Daozu reacted even faster, and before he could take action, the pressure was suppressed like a thunderous thunder from the sky!
Chen Yao spat out a mouthful of thick black blood and fell to his knees, trembling all over.
The boy screamed: "The Golden Crow is so arrogant! How dare you be rude in Zixiao Palace, how brave you are!"
Tong Su's heart was lifted, and she immediately knelt down, hitting her knees hard on the solid ground of Zixiao Palace, making a tooth-piercing sound. Regardless of the pain, she kowtowed and defended:
"Dao Ancestor Mingjian, Chen Yao was just angered by His Majesty Emperor Jiang and was impulsive. He did not intend to conflict with Dao Ancestor—"
Di Jun, Tai Yi and Xi He also hurriedly bowed and apologized, exonerating Chen Yao, but Jin Wu's eyes were still glaring fiercely at the smiling Di Jiang, showing no warning or fury.
"Prince Jinwu must be seven or eight thousand years old now," Daozu's indifferent voice showed no emotion, but it made Tong Su more and more worried, "It's really unreasonable that he is already a Taiyi Jinxian, but he still doesn't understand the rules. "
Tong Su's face turned pale.