Honghuang: I am an iron-eating beast, and I was overheard by Houtu

Chapter 223 Emperor Jun Orders to Slaughter People (Part [-])
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In the end, Dijun was beaten out of the west by Zhunti with a blessing pestle.

Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, I have lived so many years in poverty, what creatures have I not seen?I have seen the little Golden Crow of Dayi Rang's mother, and the ancestral bear with a big stomach, but I have never heard of the guy who dared to beg for alms in front of the saint, let alone met.

What, Zuxiong?

It doesn’t count, it’s already the deputy head of my Western religion, asking for something from me can only be counted as a reward, not alms, but Di Jun...

Who are you from the West, you dare to ask me to give you blood for nothing?

Do you really think that since you are the Emperor of Heaven, you are amazing?

Well, even if you are really great, I have to tell you that all saints are ants. I will give you face and call you Your Majesty. If I don’t give you face, you are just a monster to me!Do you understand?
"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, Pindao got angry, shouldn't, shouldn't!" After beating Dijun away, Zhunti raised a palm, closed his eyes, and shook his head.

"Don't blame me, brother Daoist Dijun. The previous question was really rude. My Western teachings emphasize mercy, but I don't always agree to anyone who asks for it. Besides, the blood of a saint is so precious. If it is given to the demon clan, I don't know what it will be given to you." What kind of disaster did the prehistoric world bring?" At this point, a look of compassion appeared on Jieyin's face.

He does not discriminate against Yaozu, on the contrary, he highly respects the establishment of Yaozu.

In the past, ten thousand races fought endlessly, Emperor Jun and Tai Yi ruled ten thousand races with absolute strength, established the monster race, and brought a scene of peace and prosperity to the prehistoric land. This is an immortal feat.

but……

As the monster clan became stronger day by day, and the witch clan continued to multiply on the land, the situation gradually changed.

In the past, the establishment of the monster clan brought peace to the prehistoric, but every time they broke out with the witch clan, it was more tragic than the previous thousand or ten thousand wars between the ten thousand clans, with more dead creatures and more people. The resentment is heavier.

Therefore, in Jieyin's heart, the Liches and Demons are both sinful, and their existence in the prehistoric world has done more harm than good!
It's just that, comparatively speaking, they are more tolerant to the Wu clan who are descendants of Pangu.

After all, Great Desolation was created by Pan Gu, so... he understands everything.

"Senior brother is very true, but..." Zhun Ti hesitated, but still said to Jie Yin: "What do you think Di Jun wants the holy blood for? Gun Gun asked me for a drop before. "

"Junior brother, did you give it?" The guide asked Zhuanzhuan.

"Give it."

"The liches want holy blood, there must be some clues to this." Sitting cross-legged on the golden lotus of the twelfth grade meritorious virtue, he said solemnly.

"I gave Gungun three drops." At this time, Zhunti added.

"..." Hearing this, Jieyin stopped talking, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, then, he closed his eyes, lowered his head, and murmured, "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun!"

……

On the other side, Dijun was beaten out of the west by Zhunti, and Dijun returned to the Heavenly Court in a state of embarrassment.

"It's unreasonable, you damn Jieyin Zhunti, you damn saint, how dare you treat me like this!" Di Jun clenched his hands into fists and cursed in his heart.

He is the Emperor of Heaven, and he has his own dignity, but today, the experience of being forced out of the West by Zhunti seriously damaged his dignity and made him very angry.

He felt that unless one day he could trample Zhunti under his feet and let the Western Church be wiped out, otherwise, he would not be able to vent his anger!

but……

Now he is far from capable of doing such a thing.

The top priority is to get rid of the witch clan first.

After he has wiped out the witch clan, unified the prehistoric world, integrated the luck of heaven and earth, and attained the Hunyuan Dao fruit, Zhunti... hmph, it's not too late to deal with him!

"Huh~" Thinking, Di Jun took a deep breath, and then, a golden light flashed on his body, and the whole bird returned to its previous clean and domineering.

Next, he temporarily suppressed his anger towards the Western Saint, and began to think about the current matter about the Slayer Sword.

It takes him a little time to make and get the materials that attract the resentment of all living beings and other precious refining materials, but he is the most difficult holy blood...

Excluding Nuwa, Sanqing, Jieyin and Zhunti, the only saint in this world is...

Di Jun looked up in the direction of Zixiao Palace.

Then, shook his head.

No, Daozu would not give it, so what should we do?

Di Jun felt very embarrassed.

"Holy blood, holy blood, holy... wait!" Di Jun, who was in trouble, suddenly thought of something, and stopped walking back and forth suddenly, his pupils dilated slightly, and a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes.

Who said that holy blood must be obtained from saints?

Apart from saints, are there no other creatures in this world who have holy blood?

The corner of Di Jun's mouth raised a slight arc, and then he looked at a tribe in the lower realm near the Yellow River. There was the human race, the Nuwa tribe!

In the past, Empress Nuwa created the human race, and gave her holy blood to the first person she created, Feng Ling, who was also the patriarch of the human race. Afterwards, with the reproduction, the number of human races increased and scattered to various places, forming many However, Fengling and her descendants still stayed in the ancestral land of the Yellow River. With the permission of Nuwa, they were called the "Nuwa Tribe" and became the orthodox human race.

If... the tribe of Nuwa was slaughtered, and the trace of holy blood that Nuwa passed down to them was extracted from it, then... wouldn't there be the materials needed to refine the sword of slaughtering witches? !

"Haha, my heavenly emperor, there is no limit to my path, haha~" After thinking about this, Di Jun swept away his previous anger and embarrassment, opened his arms, and laughed loudly.

Immediately, Emperor Jun gave an order to command the demon god Zhu Yan to lead his army down to the realm, slaughter all the Nuwa tribes of the human race, collect blood, and bring them back to the heaven!
What, aren't you afraid of offending Empress Nuwa by doing this?

Hmph, she has been punished and confinement by Taoist ancestors long ago, and she can't come out. By the time she can come out, this emperor has already become the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian. What are you afraid of doing with her?
At this time, as long as I can practice the Wuzu Sword, so that I can defeat the Wuzu and become the master of heaven and earth, I am not afraid of anything!
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Soon after receiving the order, an ape holding a giant stick and wearing a divine armor bowed to Di Jun.

Then, he turned around and left Yaochi, to gather his troops and go to the lower realm to slaughter Nuwa's tribe.

Looking at the back of Zhu Yan leaving, Di Jun was in an extremely good mood.

Zhu Yan, the head of the three hundred and sixty-five demon gods of the demon clan, Da Luo's peak cultivation base, with him on the horse, even if the Nuwa tribe had the three treasures of the Heavenly Snake Staff given by Nuwa back then, it would be hard to resist. Soon, He is about to dominate the prehistoric world.

"Hahaha~" Thinking of this, Di Jun raised his arms and laughed again.

He has been waiting for that day for a long, long time!
(End of this chapter)